My Manor

"Pip!" Two loud sounds rang out as two commercial vehicles rolled over onto the lawn and came to a sudden stop. Inside the cars, one driver was dead, and the other was injured. As for the rest of the passengers, Jiang Hai didn't know their status, but it was safe to assume they weren't a threat for the time being. Jiang Hai turned his attention to the other three cars.

However, those three cars had already turned sideways by the time Jiang Hai dealt with the first two. Who would dare drive a private vehicle straight into a heavily guarded area, especially one with machine guns? That was essentially signing a death warrant.

Although these people were desperate, they still valued their lives. As soon as the cars stopped, the occupants scrambled out and took cover behind their vehicles to avoid the incoming gunfire.

Jiang Hai's machine gun raked across the area, shattering the glass of the cars. The sound of glass shards raining down on the people's heads left them momentarily stunned.

"Are you kidding me? What kind of firepower is this? Bullshit!" the leader of the attackers, a man with a pointed face and monkey-like cheeks, muttered in disbelief. He felt like he had been transported to Africa—if not worse! While he was still grumbling, Jiang Hai ran out of ammunition.

He had to retreat to reload, and as the gunfire outside ceased, the attackers let out a collective sigh of relief.

The vehicles were standard eight-seat business cars, each packed with eight people, for a total of 40 individuals. With two cars overturned, only 24 people were still in play. These remaining 24 were far from pushovers.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, some attempted to rush out. They were now about 200 meters from Jiang Hai's villa. At this distance, using a pistol was almost pointless—who knew where the shots would land? The effective range of a pistol was only about 50 meters, whereas Jiang Hai's M134 machine gun had an effective range of 300 to 2500 meters.

To take down Jiang Hai, they first needed to close the distance. In theory, if they drove, they could get there in no time, but the real issue was that they were too afraid to do so. Their only option was to run, but anyone brave enough to attempt it would not live to tell the tale.

Just as one man peeked his head out, a loud crack split the air. His head exploded, as if struck by a baseball bat, leaving no room for doubt: the only person with that kind of firepower was Bell.

"Wow, ten points, not bad," Bell remarked, though he had already shed his violent past. He no longer killed for missions or country, but for the manor—and he enjoyed it. He liked working with Jiang Hai, and the hefty bonuses he received were a sweet bonus. Bell couldn't help but feel this was paradise, considering he had once received only a few thousand dollars in rewards from Delta.

"Snipers! Damn, which army is this?" The remaining attackers were frozen in disbelief, as they stared at the headless bodies around them. Heavy machine guns and snipers? This was not a battle they were prepared for.

Meanwhile, Jiang Hai had reloaded and resumed his fire, enjoying the raw power and violence of the moment. As he did, behind the overturned cars, a door creaked open. Injured people, their bodies covered in blood, crawled from the wreckage. After a few breaths, they began to crawl toward Jiang Hai, mindful of the 16 people originally in the two overturned cars. But only 12 managed to crawl out; the rest were either dead or dying.

The drivers of the cars had been killed—one by Jiang Hai's machine gun, the other by glass shards from the shattered windows. If an ambulance had been called in time, they might have survived, but that was not an option. The remaining four fatalities had been pierced by bullets that passed through the seats and the bodies of other passengers, leaving them dead.

Despite the losses, they couldn't afford to mourn yet. Their mission was not yet complete.

As soon as they moved, Xiao Huang and Xiao Bai—Jiang Hai's two trained beasts—reacted. They silently slipped into the darkness, drawing closer to the remaining attackers.

The attackers, believing that Jiang Hai and his firepower were focused on the remaining three vehicles, didn't expect that two predators were already closing in on them.

The distance shrank—200 meters, 190 meters, 180 meters—until it was just 150 meters. In the blink of an eye, two dark shadows dashed from the bushes. The leaders of the group were brought down before they could even react, their throats bitten through with a force that shattered their windpipes.

The strength of the bite was unmatched. While crocodiles held the top spot for bite force, Jiang Hai's beasts—though not hunting dogs—had been nourished by his spiritual energy, making them deadly predators. With one swift bite, the two men collapsed, their bodies falling into pools of blood.

The screams of the fallen men attracted the attention of the others. "Ah, something's in the bushes!" one of them shouted, pulling out his gun and firing blindly. Xiao Huang and Xiao Bai, however, were quick to retreat into the shadows. They weren't about to let their prey get away that easily.

The noise of the gunfire caught the attention of Jiang Hai and his team. Robbins-Garcia and his squad quickly adjusted their weapons, targeting the assailants with pinpoint precision. A single shot rang out, and the leader fell, a neat hole punched through his chest.

At this point, the remaining nine attackers knew they were in trouble. They had to move quickly or face certain death. Running the last 100 meters at full speed would take around 11 seconds for most people. Those who could run faster than that would likely be Olympic athletes, but the crouching posture they adopted to avoid the machine gun fire slowed them down to around 15 or 16 seconds, providing Bell plenty of opportunity to pick them off one by one.

With precise shots, Bell eliminated most of them before they could close the gap. By the time they reached 50 meters—the effective range of their pistols—only three of the original nine remained. These three were gunned down swiftly by Robbins and his team.

The final three attackers watched helplessly as their comrades fell. The man hiding behind the car struck the metal in frustration. Two-fifths of their team had been wiped out, and now it seemed that only three-fifths remained. Their situation was becoming increasingly dire.

Retreat wasn't an option. They had heavy machine guns and snipers on their side, but so did Jiang Hai. If they tried to move forward or retreat, they'd only be walking into certain death. What were they supposed to do now?