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"Fuck you..."
Through the scope, a bullet returned along its original path, blasting the sniper rifle in his hand and his entire upper body to pieces.
Broken equipment and fragments of flesh exploded out of thin air, creating a small rain of blood and gore, before the lower half of the Night Owl swayed and crashed to the ground.
"The Wang family has really gone all out, gathering such a group of mercenaries to kill me?"
"They've even brought in an RPG?"
Lu Xuan shook his head; the Wang family was simply too cruel.
With a thought, the next moment, Lu Xuan appeared out of thin air beside the half-corpse of the sniper.
Beside the half-corpse, amidst the shattered flesh and blood, stood a tall mercenary in combat gear, covered in blood, frozen in place as if terrified.
He was Blackstone's liaison for Night Owl, and seeing Night Owl's gruesome death, he seemed to be paralyzed with fear as he moved backward in terror.
He was still roaring incessantly.
"Don't come any closer~ Don't come any closer."
Lu Xuan took a step forward.
Seeing that Lu Xuan had stepped into the trap he had set, the liaison officer's expression of fear faded, and a cold smile appeared.
He was a true veteran mercenary, someone who had fought countless battles and lived on the edge of a knife, unlike the cannon fodder that Gong Qing had gathered.
Even when facing death, they'd still be thinking about taking someone down with them; how could they possibly break down so easily?
He had laid landmines around the area to block the enemy, and Lu Xuan had already stepped on them!
"Kid, I advise you not to move, otherwise..."
A sinister smile crept across the liaison officer's face.
Then, Lu Xuan made a move!
Liaison officer: "?"
Wait, what's the kill radius of a landmine again?
"Fake..."
The landmine exploded with a deafening roar, and the shockwave, carrying fragments, burst forth violently. It subsided instantly when it reached Lu Xuan's feet, and then spread outwards under pressure.
The liaison personnel were instantly torn to shreds by the spreading shockwave and debris.
Then, amidst the flying fragments of flesh and blood, several more shells came from the front.
As a top-tier mercenary group, Blackrock mercenaries decisively switched to a different combat mode after discovering that their sniper and liaison had been killed.
Lu Xuan lightly stretched out his hand, and several cannonballs came flying towards him, only to be stopped abruptly by an invisible force.
Then they roared back the way they came.
In front of a jungle, eight tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed mercenaries stood, each carrying a rocket launcher on their shoulder.
The whistling rocket returned along its original path, and before the burly men could even utter a curse, they were blown to pieces by the rocket.
The exploding rocket launcher triggered the remaining shells to detonate, instantly creating a huge mushroom cloud in the dense forest.
The continuous explosions of the shells tore apart and shattered large areas of trees, flattened the ground, and blasted out a flat area.
As Lu Xuan killed eight mercenaries, three teams of fifteen fully armed mercenaries rushed out of the forest.
The fifteen mercenaries formed three teams and surrounded Lu Xuan in a triangular formation.
Then the fire poker in his hand—oops!—was a state-of-the-art fully automatic rifle, unleashing a storm of metal.
The mercenaries formed a triangular formation, with fifteen fully automatic rifles creating a dense barrage that completely blocked and covered Lu Xuan.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap~
Countless bullets, scorching hot, completely engulfed Lu Xuan's figure, raising a cloud of dust.
Following the mercenaries, a burly American man with "I am the leader" written all over his face emerged, accompanied by four fully armed henchmen.
Pay more! Damn it.
How could I have encountered such an outrageous guy?
As the leader of the mercenary squad, Roger lit a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly.
As a professional mercenary, he can be said to have roamed overseas without encountering any rivals.
He never took any of them seriously, whether they were shamans from indigenous tribes, spiritual practitioners from religious sects, or those self-righteous superpowered individuals.
Even the most powerful superhumans are no match for firearms; this is an ironclad rule in the world of superhumans.
Roger had met priests in indigenous tribes who could even summon wind and rain with the power of the gods they claimed to have, but so what?
Decades of arduous training couldn't withstand a single bullet. Even their proclaimed Son of God was taken down by Roger's mercenaries and eventually sent to the laboratory.
So even though he came to the East this time, supposedly to take action against this group of strange people who called themselves "cultivators," Roger was not afraid.
Ultimately, no matter how powerful you are, can you withstand firearms?
And then found out...
Damn, are there really people who can withstand this?
When Roger first met an Inhuman who could carry a rocket launcher and a sniper rifle, what was that like?
Is it really that fierce?
Moreover, Lu Xuan had to pay compensation for killing his mercenaries. Who would work as a mercenary for you if they didn't have money? It's good that he didn't kill you.
Seeing Lu Xuan's ferocity and the number of his men he had killed, Roger couldn't help but feel a bit... fanatical!
If we could capture this person in front of us and sell him to the lab, how much would he be worth?
Doesn't that mean I can just retire right away?
Even if they can't catch them alive, they can still make a fortune from the dead ones.
Unfortunately, it's unlikely that such a ferocious superhuman can be captured alive.
Then, just kill them...
A fierce glint flashed in Roger's eyes.
As a professional team that hunts down superhumans, he has seen superhumans who can suddenly unleash their power, and he has seen those who can affect gravity and metal, but in the end, they all succumb to modern firepower.
If my squads were to unleash their firepower, would you still be alive?
As Roger thought this, a "this is in the bag" smile appeared on his face, and even the gradually fading gunshots around him sounded much more pleasant.
Wait a minute? Sparse?
What the hell are you doing? I haven't even said ceasefire yet!
Chapter 124: Actually, I've long wanted to become a...
Roger looked up and saw that the arena was completely silent.
Many mercenaries either ran out of bullets and forgot to reload, or stood frozen in place and forgot to fire, all retreating in fear.
As the dust settled, a spotless figure slowly emerged.
The figure gently reached out a hand.
Then, all things fell silent.
Before that figure, the dense barrage of bullets slowly came to a stop, eventually losing all kinetic energy and hovering motionless in mid-air.
The gunfire gradually subsided until it disappeared completely.
The fifteen mercenaries stood there dumbfounded.
For the first time, Roger felt fear—fear of the different levels of life.
"This, this, how is this possible... how is this possible?"
Lu Xuan gently raised his hand, and thousands of bullets lay still in front of him.
A gentle breeze stirred behind me.
A clear and melodious sword cry echoed in the wind!
With the sound of swords clashing, thousands of bullets disintegrated silently, melting away like dust from the bullet heads until not a trace remained.
Lu Xuan looked up at Roger, who was staring in disbelief at the fifteen mercenaries in front of him, so much so that he dropped the cigarette from his mouth to the ground.
"Gurgle!" ×N
Before the sound of swords rang in their ears, the fifteen mercenaries and Roger's four guards decisively threw their guns to the ground.
Then they all knelt down in unison, covering their heads.
There's nothing more to say; any explanation would be superfluous at this point.
Besides, who says professional mercenaries can't be afraid of death?
The sound of the sword ringing out was clear, melodious, and never ceased.
The four mercenaries at the front were crouching with their heads in their hands when they suddenly felt a gentle breeze on their faces.
Then, to the horrified gaze of the remaining mercenaries, they were sliced into minced meat by a gentle breeze...
"Don't you understand? Surrendering is useless."
Roger took two steps back in alarm and shouted sharply.
"Why aren't you doing it yet? Kill him! Kill him!"
Roger roared hysterically, but to little avail.
Some mercenaries suddenly stood up to pick up their guns, only to be sliced into minced meat along with their weapons by the swordsman in the wind, leaving not a single large piece of flesh.
Some knelt on the ground, too afraid to resist, and were cut into "super assembly pieces".
Some mercenaries even spoke broken Chinese in an attempt to save their lives.
"Happy Chinese New Year, elder brother and sister-in-law..."
"Dad, spare me!"