Chapter 22

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Detective Luo Yajun swaggered and appeared at the door, cosplaying as Rambo. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his arrogant posture seemed to silently shout, "You all are surrounded, motherf***ers!" 

Although Detective Luo was slightly bald and had a middle-aged, plump figure that could remind people of Maitreya Buddha, there was no trace of compassion in him. He held a submachine gun and didn't waste any words. He simply started spraying bullets, hitting anything that moved or jumped. 

The thugs closer to the door were already a bit disoriented from the grenade explosions. Some were knocked down by the shockwave, their minds in a daze as if they saw a group of long-legged Playboy bunnies swaying before their eyes. Before they could regain their senses, they were swiftly dispatched by a burst of bullets. 

It turns out that times have changed. Reciting sutras is not as effective as the barrel of a gun. 

Of course, Luo Yajun mainly caught them off guard. The number of enemies in the hall was not small, and they weren't all standing in one place. Grenades and bullet storms couldn't suppress them all. 

Once they regained their senses, the thugs quickly organized a counterattack. Although their marksmanship with the Type 8 rifles was often no different from poking a stick at a fire, they had the advantage of numbers. 

Moreover, submachine guns were particularly effective at suppressing firepower. Even if they didn't aim, a large volume of bullets could still exert a suppressive force. Luo Yajun quickly had to find cover to evade the incoming fire. The roulette table he took cover behind was shattered by the intense gunfire, sending debris flying. 

Chu Cheng realized that this person was probably hypocritical. It was common for people to casually talk about killing and burying bodies in front of him during the day, acting nonchalant as if it were none of their business and mocking anyone who cared about such matters. However, not long after, they turned around and showed up at his doorstep, carrying guns and spreading warmth in the community. 

Well, well, some people may seem like they leave on time and run away from work, calling anyone who works overtime an idiot. But in reality, behind the scenes, both of them sneakily abandoned their teammates and secretly came to continue their confrontation. 

This won't do. 

At this moment, in Chu Cheng's eyes, the miscellaneous thugs in the lobby were not just smugglers or murderers; they were walking experience points. Every thug knocked down by Luo Yajun's bullets meant that Chu Cheng's heroic points decreased a bit. In rough terms, it meant losing a fortune. 

This couldn't let Detective Luo steal the show alone. 

If there was a shooter drawing fire from the front, Chu Cheng didn't need to be as cautious as before. Taking advantage of the Batman's cover, he descended directly, cat-like, toward the two thugs positioned at the rear. With a move called "Dual Peaks Pierce the Ears," he took them both down simultaneously. 

The intense gunfire and deafening sounds masked the noise of his actions and attacks. Moreover, everyone's attention was completely focused on Detective Luo across from them, leaving no one paying attention to someone sneaking from the rear. 

It was reminiscent of Chu Cheng's days in competitive gaming when the backline was about to get stabbed while they were busy facing the front line like they were deaf. After the match, they would check the stats, and it would be like brothers entering the delivery room hand in hand, witnessing the birth of darkness. 

In summary, it can be said in one sentence. 

It's useless. 

You never know where the hell your teammates are. 

Chu Cheng quickly realized that Detective Luo was quite skilled as well. Facing so many opponents alone, he was still able to suppress them. 

He fired his gun while adjusting his position, constantly seeking cover to evade the enemy's line of fire. At the same time, he maneuvered in a way that constantly exposed the enemies within his sight. 

If viewed from a god's perspective, it would be comparable to the protagonist in a war drama charging into the enemy's camp, wearing a shield that resembled an AT force field and automatically immunizing himself against all enemy bullets. 

And such an absurd scene actually became a reality here. Luo Yajun seemed to be able to see through everyone's intentions, understand their positions, and predict and avoid all lines of fire. 

He made movements that should have been considered premature for humans, swiftly moving around. Tables, chairs, and load-bearing pillars were shattered into flying debris, but they provided him with cover to evade sight. And his shots never missed; even the enemies behind cover could be turned into sieves with his precise angles of attack. 

In no time at all, everyone in the lobby was lying on the ground. 

Batman infiltrated from the rear of the enemies, walking on his knees throughout the entire process. With the sound of gunfire masking his movements and his black attire, combined with his expertise in stealth and eliminating sound, Luo Yajun didn't see him at all. 

But not seeing doesn't mean not sensing. 

All twenty-two enemies in the lobby were taken down. With a cigarette in his mouth and a gun in hand, Luo Yajun stood up behind the bullet-riddled gambling table. He walked through the hall filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, deep in thought. 

If it were someone else, it would be difficult to determine how many of the enemies they had taken out in such a fierce and chaotic gunfight. In battles like these, it ultimately came down to a firepower exchange. 

A bullet connects across a thousand miles, and who killed whom completely depended on fate. After the fight, no one could say for certain who was on their side and who was lying down. 

But Luo Yajun was different. He knew exactly where each of his bullets went. In the lobby, there were a total of twenty-two people. It seemed like he was single-handedly invincible like Rambo, but he knew that he had only taken out nine of them. 

The remaining thirteen weren't taken down by his firepower; there was someone else involved. 

What's even more terrifying is that he could only deduce the presence of someone else here through the inexplicable outcome, but he didn't notice that person's existence during the battle. 

Luo Yajun furrowed his brows. 

This was almost unheard of. He had great confidence in his abilities, and during the battle, he had complete control over every minute change in the situation, every movement and intention of the enemy. Even if the opponent was a superhuman, he was confident that they couldn't completely evade his watchful eyes. 

Yet someone had just accomplished that. 

He seemed to be standing alone like a terminator, but he knew it wasn't true. 

There was something else at play here. It was like a ghost, silently passing through the intense battle, wielding an invisible scythe like the grim reaper. 

It effortlessly took down thirteen people, while he, who was in the midst of the battle, remained completely oblivious. 

"Interesting." 

Once Luo Yajun grasped this realization, instead of feeling fear, he burst into laughter. He surveyed the chaotic and empty hall, lit a fresh cigarette after a snort, and continued walking through the debris-littered floor. 

Since he couldn't find where the "ghost" was, he decided not to bother looking. 

Regardless, his objective for this trip wouldn't change. 

In fact, his objective was quite simple. Luo Yajun considered himself someone who was easy to understand. In his eyes, some people in the city were like maggots in a drain. It was fine if you couldn't see them in your day-to-day life, but once you saw them, an unsettling feeling would wash over you, and you could never sleep peacefully unless you got rid of them. 

He felt that way, so he came. It was as impulsive as when he snapped the neck of that pedophile in the interrogation room. 

Just like Gotham's billionaire who loved donning a cape and beating people up when he felt like it. People have various hobbies when they're feeling impulsive, and Detective Luo's personal hobby happened to be extermination. 

Moreover, this was also part of his plan to cleanse the infection. 

By eliminating all potential targets of infection, wouldn't it mean that the infection can no longer spread? 

It made sense, and even Luo Yajun himself believed it. 

Luo Yajun walked ahead, while Batman silently followed in the shadows. 

As Chu Cheng controlled Batman's movements, he couldn't help but feel a bit strange. 

Listening to the conversation between those two lackeys just now, their gang leader should have been gathered inside for a meeting. The firefight earlier was intense, with gunshots ringing out almost piercing through the ceiling. 

Yet here they were, sneaking around like thieves targeting a crystal, while there was no sign of activity from the people inside. Even if it was a tortoise, poking it should elicit some kind of response, right? 

Upon finding the internal conference room, Luo Yajun first emptied an entire magazine through the door to show his "friendliness." After the barrage, he kicked the door open and strode in. 

However, there was no one inside. The room was in disarray, with shattered food and recently extinguished cigarette butts scattered across the tabletop. 

Many signs indicated that there were people here just minutes ago. 

Luo Yajun quickly discovered an inconspicuous small door in the room. It seemed that these cowards had anticipated the possibility and prepared an escape route when they built the casino. 

The gang leaders who were in the meeting had indeed slipped out through the back door under the leadership of their boss, Nagase Tomohiko. They had just entered the underground parking lot. 

As Nagase Tomohiko ran, he cursed and felt that things had been really strange lately. 

Business deals were ruined, mistresses turned out to be sisters. 

Just casually killing someone nameless and these past few days had been like encountering a ghost. He was overwhelmed with troubles, unable to settle a single matter, and today a group of lunatics suddenly appeared to attack his headquarters. 

But it didn't matter. 

From starting at the grassroots level of the organization to his current position, he had experienced worse situations. He was confident that he could make a comeback. 

Smack 

The lights in the underground parking lot suddenly went out, plunging the entire area into pitch-black darkness. The fleeing gang leaders felt a tightness in their hearts simultaneously. 

Then, a chilling sound, carried by a cold wind, emerged and echoed throughout the empty parking lot. 

They heard laughter.