The machine gunner and several other bandits on the rooftop suddenly became alert.
But Chen Fan's speed was too fast, like a phantom, leaping from the rooftop.
The heavy machine gun's muzzle turned too slowly. The machine gunner let go, drew his pistol, and fired.
The others opened fire simultaneously.
However, as Chen Fan landed in the back of a pickup truck, he lowered his body and suddenly disappeared from their sight again.
*Da da.*
Bullets struck the bed of the pickup truck, making metallic clangs, shell casings flying, while the area on the other side remained silent.
The Vulture Squad, hiding in the vehicles, also emerged.
"He's in the middle Great Wall pickup truck! Tiger, Airplane, flank him!" someone ordered.
The bandits cautiously began to flank, circling around the sides of the row of vehicles.
The machine gunner finally managed to turn his gun, holding a grenade, ready for the unexpected.
Even so, sweat beaded on his forehead.
As a machine gunner, he had seen Chen Fan drive his vehicle, dodge rockets, cut through gunfire, and deliberately smash through the guardrail to evade.
Then, he had charged up the slope like a ghost. All of his actions made him seem inhuman.
Even though they had been warned that their opponent was difficult to deal with, a squad of over thirty men armed with heavy weapons couldn't take down a single person. It was unheard of.
He was so nervous he didn't dare to wipe the sweat, his hands gripping the heavy machine gun's handle tightly, searching for Chen Fan's silhouette.
At this very instant, he felt his hair stand on end and whipped his head around.
Because he was looking down from above, he saw Chen Fan's figure quietly appear behind the Tiger squad.
"Tiger, be careful!" the machine gunner shouted, turning his gun and calling out loudly.
But it was too late. Chen Fan appeared behind the Tiger squad like a ghost. After a few muffled thuds, the squad members fell.
Tiger reacted quickly, turning his gun to fire, but with a flicker of movement, Chen Fan disappeared into the gap between two vehicles.
They had driven their vehicles to block the road, leaving a space for people to pass through.
Now, that space had become a death zone.
The machine gunner didn't have time to fire. His pupils contracted sharply, and a sense of fear rose within him.
The others immediately ran to provide support.
The next instant, the *da da* of gunfire erupted.
Several bandits who had gone to provide support were shot and fell.
They weren't careless; they maintained extreme vigilance, reacting instantly to anyone who showed themselves.
But they were facing Chen Fan.
Chen Fan being crowned the Undefeated Heavenly King was not just about his command abilities. Having started as a common soldier, his military acumen was far beyond theirs.
The machine gunner quickly turned his gun again, preparing to fire.
But this time, it was over. In his field of vision, he saw a gun barrel raise. He felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and everything before him turned to darkness.
His fear finally vanished at that moment.
Others positioned on the high ground of the rooftop quickly moved, firing towards Chen Fan.
But Chen Fan's figure had already vanished, hidden behind an unknown vehicle.
The row of vehicles they had used as a barrier to prevent Chen Fan's escape, which was originally a simple terrain, had now become a maze.
A middle-aged man in camouflage frantically searched. Suddenly, with a *snap*, his head exploded.
"He's to the east! Flank him!" the commander of this group roared, but the fear in his eyes grew.
So far, their team of thirty-eight men had lost nearly half.
The problem was, they couldn't even get a glimpse of Chen Fan now.
Forget killing Chen Fan; it was good enough if they weren't killed by Chen Fan.
He gritted his teeth and leaped onto the bed of a pickup truck.
This was the very pickup truck Chen Fan had disappeared into earlier. He looked closely and saw that the side of the truck bed had been opened. This was how Chen Fan had slipped down and vanished from their sight.
"Damn it!" he cursed.
As soon as he uttered the curse, he heard another burst of gunfire.
He scrambled frantically across the rooftops of the vehicles and saw another squad of five men lying in a pool of blood.
"Eight o'clock, the front of the white car!" an observer spotted Chen Fan's trace.
The commander looked up, only to see the observer fall backward, a bullet through his forehead.
He was furious.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger and rolled off the rooftop without hesitation.
With a *snap*, a spark appeared where he had been standing; a bullet had penetrated the vehicle's roof.
"Damn bastard!"
The commander dropped his rifle, drew a Desert Eagle, and crouched low, stealthily moving along one side.
He abandoned command.
In this situation, command was meaningless; the only thing to do was eliminate the opponent.
His superiors had issued a strict order: the target must be killed. If they failed, returning alive would be a death sentence. He had no choice.
If he died here, at least his family would be well taken care of, and the compensation would be substantial.
*Da,* gunfire rang out again.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed, followed by gasps.
Then, the gasps abruptly stopped.
The commander, his face grim, accelerated his movement along the vehicles.
As he neared the position, he didn't expose himself to fire. Instead, he held his breath, making himself utterly silent.
The opponent was too powerful and terrifying. His only chance was a surprise attack.
Following that, gunfire continued to erupt.
Some were his own men, and some were likely the target.
This was easy to distinguish; when the target fired, he used single shots, never wasting a bullet.
But correspondingly, the bursts of gunfire became sparser, indicating that fewer and fewer of his subordinates were alive.
Finally, he saw an opportunity.
To his ears, near the left side of the truck in front of him, he heard three single shots.
The distance was no more than ten meters.
In his mind, he visualized the corresponding distance and environment, including the target's location.
Waiting for this moment, he took a light step forward, aiming his gun at the predicted position.
But that spot was empty; there was no sign of the target.
Misjudged?
The commander immediately shifted his gaze and saw Chen Fan a few meters away from the intended spot.
He quickly moved his gun and pulled the trigger.
*Bang!*
The Desert Eagle roared.
A hit!
The commander rejoiced and, without hesitation, continued to pull the trigger.
However, Chen Fan's figure flickered and disappeared.
He looked up, and in the light of the vehicle headlights, he could see a patch of blood, his heart instantly soaring.
However, as he walked over, he suddenly heard gunfire.
His calf hurt, and he immediately fell to the ground.
After falling, he looked in the direction of the gunshot and saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him from under the vehicle.
Before he could react, a muzzle flash ignited, and a bullet pierced his forehead.
Chen Fan rolled, not sparing another glance at the dead commander, and leaped up, moving rapidly along the row of vehicles.
*Da da,* the last few shots killed the bandits hiding in the driver's cabins. He let out a deep breath, confirming there were no more enemies.
Dropping the rifle he held, he found a Barrett and aimed it at the sky.
A drone with a red dot was still circling overhead.
*Bang!*
The Barrett pierced the night, shattering the red dot!
Everything returned to silence.
His gaze swept over the heavy machine gun, the spent rocket launcher, and the grenades attached to the bodies. Chen Fan's expression turned grim.
The enemy's strength was greater than anticipated!
Heavy weapons like heavy machine guns and rockets were not something that could be obtained through influence within Great Xia.
Furthermore, the firearms these men carried were not standard Great Xia equipment; they were clearly from abroad.
After a brief respite, he found a first-aid kit in a vehicle and, carrying the box, ran back.