Chapter 15: One Man Army

Amidst the few remaining terrorists who could still move, there were shouts and cries as they chased after Tony's fleeing Jeep.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ang found Ethan, who was hiding.

Ethan looked at Ang and Black Canary, the only two remaining individuals. He couldn't believe it: "Are we going out like this?"

"Is there any other way?" Ang's voice under the mask sounded like a smile, making Ethan even more unsettled.

What gave Ethan some reassurance was that they had brought equipment he could understand.

The previously alluring secretary had gone a bit overboard, equipping herself with a Level 6 heavy bulletproof vest. It included not only a bulletproof vest but also a tactical helmet, shoulder guards, neck guards, groin protection, leg protection, waistband, and more. And that wasn't all—she also carried a PE bulletproof shield that was nearly half a meter wide and a meter tall.

Ethan watched as she carried the shield and a shortened MP5K submachine gun, guarding herself. She even gave him a desert camouflage helmet and a relatively large bulletproof vest. Ethan immediately felt much safer.

However, he was puzzled—how did the secretary, with such a slender figure, manage to carry such heavy equipment?

After all, the weight of any single bulletproof plate was not less than a kilogram, and the entire set probably weighed more than 30 kilograms?

Compared to the secretary, Ang was even more remarkable. He was still in a suit, but he had put on a Kevlar bulletproof vest with bulletproof plates.

At this moment, Ang was not just an individual in battle; he seemed to embody the spirit of a big brother.

This— This wasn't Afghanistan; it was Shanghai.

Ang took the lead, wielding two extended-mag Glock G36 pistols, charging forward with unparalleled grandeur.

The [Black Mask] wasn't all-powerful; it could only control the weak-willed parts of the terrorists' minds, and the number couldn't exceed ten.

In this valley, there were so many terrorists, each of them on high alert.

Even though Iron Man had drawn away the main forces, there were still over a hundred people here—some searching for surviving enemies, some providing aid to companions injured by explosions.

Entering was a different concept from exiting; both were vastly different.

No one had expected that Ang would actually... go solo!

Looking through the narrow eye sockets of the ebony mask, Ang's state was quite strange. It was as if he could hear the background music of Shanghai Bund echoing in his ears.

"The waves—flowing waves—"

...

Ahem! Got carried away there!

In fact, the moment he heard the first Arabic exclamation, the light screen on his retina suddenly switched to a red flashing screen, indicating a warning.

Following the blinking red arrow, Ang took only one-tenth of a second before spotting the terrorist aiming an AK rifle at him, amidst his shocked cries.

Outsiders might see this as a desperate situation due to the numerical disadvantage.

Blessed with agility twice that of an ordinary person, Ang felt that the opponent's rifle-raising speed was agonizingly slow, almost like slow motion.

His Glock pistol was already aimed at the guy thirty meters away.

"Bang!"

The 9mm bullet followed a long trajectory, swiftly flying and finally piercing through the guy's eye socket.

Handgun bullets lacked the excessive power of rifle bullets, but even a small bullet entering the brain could cause significant damage.

Without even a dying scream, the guy slumped to the ground, dead and silent.

However, the sudden gunshot and the warning shout were impossible to hide under the continuous explosions on the battlefield.

The remaining terrorists realized and began searching for the enemy's presence.

Originally, they were supposed to be the ones with the numerical advantage.

Armed with numerous American rifles, they should have had superior firepower.

It should have been like this!

Little did they know, what awaited them was an accurate and horrifying rain of bullets.

Slower firing speed was a fixed concept for handguns, at least for ordinary people. Here's a lesser-known fact: the theoretical firing rate of the latest Glock pistols could easily exceed a thousand rounds per minute.

In a matter of seconds, Ang emptied the 33-round extended magazines.

The result was the eerie silence of the foes across the valley.

On the other side, Black Canary had just pressed Ethan's head down behind a large rock, guarding him, when she surreptitiously held her bulletproof shield and peeked outside through the observation hole.

What met her gaze was a large number of falling enemies.

They fell as if drunk, without any curses from their wounded state, without painful moans, and at most, they twitched in their death throes.

Yeah, being young is good—falling asleep at a moment's notice, without even a groan.

Black Canary was stunned, trembling with fear.

After days of combat training, she had acknowledged that Ang's hand-to-hand combat strength was not inferior to his marksmanship. But she had never expected that Ang himself would be the one to kill Roman, the [Black Mask].

In her understanding, a bragging rich young master like him shouldn't be on the front lines, getting his hands bloody. And he definitely shouldn't possess such incredible combat skills.

Now, however, his marksmanship seemed to surpass even his hand-to-hand combat!

"God! What kind of Boss did I end up with!?"

Thanks to Mr. [Black Mask]'s [Pistol Marksman] skill, Ang was able to rapidly take down any enemies within fifty meters of him.

The advantage of dual-wielding handguns was that even when one gun was reloading, the other could maintain continuous firepower output.

"Clack." An empty magazine fell to the ground. Ang's lowered right hand tapped the bottom of his waistband, and a pistol magazine flew nimbly into the air.

What was amazing was that his right hand, which had just lowered, had already somehow reached the flying magazine, which was ascending. The narrow magazine accurately slid into the pistol's handle.

"Pop!"

Ang's momentarily paused right-hand pistol once again unleashed a barrage of lethal gunfire.

From a distance, those terrorists seemed like they were poking their heads out, skillfully using their foreheads, throats, and temples to catch the bullets.

Then came the pistol in his left hand...

There was a moment when Ang felt as if he were bathing in a rain of bullets, though in reality, it was the enemy that was getting showered.

If there was anything left to retaliate, it was probably the heavy machine gun that had just suppressed Iron Man.

"Da-da-da!" The muffled sound of the heavy-caliber machine gun's fire echoed through the valley.

Suppression fire from 150 meters away!

The 12.7mm large-caliber bullets weren't just deadly—they could penetrate even a 10mm thick steel plate. Ang had to dodge its onslaught.

Seeing that Ang had finally dodged a shot, Black Canary actually breathed a sigh of relief: so my Boss is still human after all!

Of course, that relief lasted just a moment.

The next second, Ang's body flashed out from behind the large rock, aiming from a distance.

"Bang!"

A soul-stirring shot!

At 150 meters, this was beyond the recommended range for handguns.

At this distance, where the initial velocity was only around 300 meters per second, the bullet's trajectory exhibited obvious kinetic energy decay, forming a noticeable parabola.

This was already similar to shooting a bow and arrow!

But a hit was a hit!

As the 9mm bullet traversed the space, heading toward the theoretical range limit, a simple obstacle could cause it to lose its lethality. Maybe it was a dictionary, maybe a button, or even a sufficiently thick piece of fat could cause its remaining kinetic energy to be completely dissipated.

Unfortunately, that didn't include an eyeball.

Another through-the-eye shot!

With a single shot, Ang silenced the machine gunner on the opposite side.

The entire valley fell into an eerie relative silence.

"Ah, ah, ah!" An injured terrorist suddenly leaped out from beside a pile of exploded ammunition crates, wielding a knife and lunging at Black Canary...

This secretary didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Hmph!" After a cold snort, the guy was met with a shield smashing into his forehead.

He spun in mid-air, his long legs flying, kicking him three meters away.

While still in the air, Black Canary's right hand ignited with gunfire.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The valley fell silent once again.

"Boss? Should we retreat?"

Ang paused for a moment before answering, "Proceed as planned."

It wasn't his fault for hesitating; he suddenly realized some things he hadn't noticed before.

One red, ethereal sphere appeared on each of the terrorists' corpses.

When he focused his attention on the [Red Spheres], a magical scene occurred—the spheres actually responded to his call, flying towards him and blending into Ang's body.

Several red spheres even brushed past Black Canary and Ethan, neither of them noticing.

Ang was puzzled—could it be that these were... the red souls of the god of war, Ares, from [War God]?

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