Strongest Soldier King

The metal door slowly swung open, a sliver of light sneaked in, and Lan Xue, realizing the speed at which the enemy was operating the door, knew trouble was brewing, a sign of a cautious attack. Indeed, as the gap widened, Lan Xue spotted an iron lump appearing through it. As a soldier, she was all too aware of what that object was, and without hesitation, she rushed forward, her gaze fixed on the grenade, her face as cold as ancient ice that hadn't melted for eons.

With a "thud," Lan Xue burst through the metal door and, with lightning-fast reflexes, snatched the grenade from the air. Emerging from the basement, her eyes struggled to adjust to the bright light outside, so she simply closed them and pricked up her ears. Without a moment's hesitation, she threw the stolen grenade to one side and quickly rolled to the other to avoid any incoming bullets from the enemy.

The people outside didn't expect Lan Xue to be so ferocious, to actually break out like that, and they were taken aback for a moment. By the time they reacted, seeing the grenade Lan Xue had thrown their way, they started to retreat. The other militants also responded, opening fierce fire on Lan Xue, who was already rapidly rolling away, narrowly dodging the indiscriminate spray of bullets.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded into a flashes of red light and flying shrapnel, and thick black smoke enveloped the entrance to the basement. Following closely, Luo Zheng, hearing the explosion, quickly drew back, bumping his rear against Ghost Hand's head and sending him tumbling down. Ghost Hand, too, heard the blast, and scrambled to his feet. Seeing Luo Zheng had already charged out, disappearing into the thick smoke, he hurriedly followed suit.

"Kill!" After the explosion, Luo Zheng burst out of the basement, emerging from the smoke with wide glaring eyes, exuding a murderous aura, like a ghost escaping from hell, he rushed forward. His pistol fired rapidly, taking down the enemies who had been spraying bullets at Lan Xue.

One bullet after another left his pistol, creating a deadly symphony, devouring lives one by one, roaring like a machine gun. The encircling enemies, seeing Luo Zheng emerge from the smoke, turned pale as if facing a demon, and they started retreating. Lan Xue leapt to her feet, letting out a fierce shout, and like a agile cheetah, dashed towards the retreating enemies, casting a swift black shadow, quickly entangling with them in combat.

Luo Zheng was acutely aware of the importance of time and knew that the enemy had only been caught off guard by the sudden attack and would soon recover. He charged towards the crowd of enemies. Militants who had regained their composure were preparing to fire but discovered that Luo Zheng was already mixed in with their own men, and opening fire could cause friendly fire. Annoyed, they all rushed over to assist, forsaking the entrance to the basement.

From Lan Xue's initial attack to Luo Zheng's fierce assault, it had been only two or three seconds. The militants had been taken by surprise, and even Cody and the remaining white assassins hadn't expected Lan Xue and the others to take the offensive. By the time they reacted, it was too late. Seeing the militants rush to attack Luo Zheng and Lan Xue and ignoring the basement passage, the white man, furious, charged forward, but at a distance of six or seven meters, Ghost Hand had already darted from the entrance, swift as lightning, like a Flood Dragon bursting out of the water.

As soon as he landed, Ghost Hand rolled, his soldier's instinct sensing an immense danger surging towards him like a giant wave. Alarmed, he didn't even look, continuing to roll forward. As he rolled, his gun blindly fired toward the source of danger.

"Bang bang!" Two gunshots rang out, bullets hitting where Ghost Hand had just been. Then, Ghost Hand's own gun fired. Firing in panic meant there was no accuracy to speak of, but managing to at least suppress the enemy was good enough. Ghost Hand didn't dare hope for more as he kept rapidly rolling away.

Snow Leopard crawled out of the basement, just in time to see the white Assassin. Weaponless, he grabbed a brick and hurled it fiercely, howling as he charged towards another group of armed men. Seeing them raise their guns, Snow Leopard rolled to the ground, dodging the haphazard spray of bullets. He tumbled up to the militants, knocked one down with a kick, seized their weapon, and started firing wildly.

The brick tore through the air with a whooshing sound, startling the Assassin into quickly ducking to avoid it. Ghost Hand took the opportunity to scramble up, rapidly scanning the battlefield with his eyes. With a roar, he too charged at the nearest enemy. At that moment, Mountain Eagle also rushed out of the basement, spotted a corpse with a gun nearby, lunged at it, and started shooting from a kneeling position.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The bullets, filled with Mountain Eagle's fury and murderous intent, whistled through the air, taking out one after another of the armed men trying to sneak-attack Lan Xue. Each shot was a headshot. As a Sniper and Soldier King, Mountain Eagle's gun skills were exceptional; point-blank shooting was effortless for him.

After five shots, Mountain Eagle noticed several people aiming their guns at him. He pounced down tiger-style and continued to fire. His fast and precise shooting instantly took down three men, while the remaining four, terrified by Mountain Eagle's frightening speed of killing, turned and ran, completely forgetting that in a battlefield, neglecting what's behind you can lead to a faster death.

Mountain Eagle wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. After shooting down these armed men, he scanned the battlefield with a fierce gaze. Lan Xue, Luo Zheng, Snow Leopard, and Ghost Hand, none of them attacking in one direction, were now entangled with the enemy. The four of them, highly skilled, were no match for these untrained militants, and were not in imminent danger. As he was positioned in the middle of the four, with the surroundings cleared of enemies due to his recent shootings, he decided to lie low and continue to shoot, providing covering fire for the others.

Ett also emerged, seeing Luo Zheng and the others fiercely killing the swarming militants. Knowing that charging in would be suicidal, he spotted a gun nearby, hurried over to pick up the weapon, then quickly retreated back to the entrance of the basement. Standing on the wooden steps, he poked his head out, aiming at his once-comrades. Despite his hesitation to pull the trigger, he did not see his father but unexpectedly noticed that the white Assassin was about to ambush Ghost Hand. Overcome with the hate of an enemy meeting, Ett did not hesitate to pull the trigger, unleashing a barrage of bullets.

Assassins on the battlefield have an intuition for danger no less than that of soldiers. Just as the sound of Ett's gun fired, the Assassin dropped to the ground like lightning, avoiding the sweeping bullets. However, Ett had him in his sights and unleashed full firepower; the Assassin had no choice but to roll away and take cover behind a broken wall.

Seeing this, Ett angrily opened fire on the wall, howling, venting his rage. His face was ashen. After all, with no formal training, he didn't know that the best strategy was to hide, make the enemy lose track of you, and then wait for an opportunity to strike.

The white Assassin quickly located Ett's position and fired two shots at him. One bullet hit Ett's shoulder, causing him a sharp pain, and he instinctively shrank back. Annoyed, the Assassin continued to fire at the entrance, pinning Ett down, while he rushed forward.