Soon, the group of mercenaries stopped in front of a villa.
A dozen or so mercenary team members immediately set up a perimeter around the villa, while Old Cat shouted towards the villa, "Mr. Shang Ming, please don't be afraid. We are here to protect your safety and escort you to a new location."
Hearing this, the villa's main door slowly opened.
Immediately, a man in a floral print shirt peeked out. Then, a fat man, protected by several bodyguards, quickly rushed out of the villa.
Upon seeing the person emerge, Qin Feng's eyes flashed with intense killing intent. "Everyone, pay attention. The target has appeared. Initiate the action immediately!"
At Qin Feng's command, everyone quickly pulled the triggers.
Instantly, the dark muzzles spat flames, and a dense net of scorching bullets converged on the mercenaries.
Puff puff puff puff...
Under such a fierce and unexpected assault, four mercenaries, caught completely off guard, were instantly riddled with bullets, blood spraying from their bodies. They stood frozen, twitching as if dancing.
Seeing this, Old Cat let out a desperate roar, "There are enemies! Take cover!"
The remaining mercenaries heard Old Cat's words and quickly dropped to the ground, rolling to find cover.
Although each mercenary present was a retired special forces soldier, their bodies struggled to keep up with the sudden offensive.
Qin Feng and his team, however, were different. They had graduated from the Warrior Academy just five hours prior. Before that, they had been subjected to relentless gunfire training. Thus, their fighting spirit was high, and their reflexes were at their peak.
In comparison, the mercenaries looked like a group of slow, lumbering turtles, no different from live targets.
Before the mercenaries could find adequate cover, another five were mowed down by Qin Feng and his team.
"Advance, take them down!" Qin Feng stood up and waved his hand, continuing to suppress the enemy with gunfire as he moved forward.
Old Cat, observing this, frowned. He didn't know who these attackers were, but they were definitely not weaker than his men, and they couldn't afford to be bogged down here.
With this thought, Old Cat immediately looked at Shang Ming and roared, "Mr. Shang Ming, hurry and run! We will hold them off!"
Hearing this, Shang Ming shouted in fear, "You must protect me! If I get out alive, I'll double your payment."
At this moment, Wang Qingshan, the man in the floral print shirt, didn't want Shang Ming to waste any more time and urged, "Boss, hurry and go! It'll be too late if you don't!" (If you don't leave now, how will I capture you?)
Shang Ming nodded immediately and, under the protection of Wang Qingshan and his men, quickly retreated towards a secret path in the southwest corner of the estate.
From afar, Wang Yanbing had been watching the southwest direction. Seeing someone heading that way, he immediately raised his gun and charged.
Old Cat, spotting Wang Yanbing chasing after Shang Ming with his gun, stood up to fire at Wang Yanbing.
However, he didn't anticipate someone being faster. Just as he stood up, a bullet suddenly whizzed past, knocking his hat off.
Startled, Old Cat immediately ducked back to the ground. The searing pain on his head told him the incident was real.
Old Cat instinctively reached up to cover his throbbing head, only to find blood streaming down his face from his scalp.
This...
The high-speed bullet had not only dislodged his hat but also grazed his scalp.
If it weren't for his quick reflexes and sharp battlefield instincts, he believed that single bullet would have blown his head clean off.
"Boss, their firepower is too intense! We're completely pinned down!"
Hearing his subordinate's report, Old Cat's eyes glinted with ferocity, and a powerful killing aura surged within him.
Mercenaries lived with their lives on the line. When faced with such a situation, others might falter, but for them, it only ignited their ferocity.
"Fight them head-on!" Old Cat roared. "You two attack from the flanks, I'll provide frontal fire. Let's see who Lady Luck favors!"
"Prepare grenades!" Old Cat bellowed. Two mercenaries on his left and right pulled out grenades, pulled the pins, and prepared to move out.
But...
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets flew out, precisely severing the wrists of the two mercenaries who were about to throw the grenades.
Instantly, the two mercenaries screamed in agony, clutching their arms, while the grenades, dropped from their severed wrists, landed in front of them.
Boom! Boom!
Two deafening explosions followed, tearing apart several mercenaries on the left and right, scattering limbs and bloody remains.
Seeing this, Old Cat's eyes blazed with a blood-red light, a chilling gleam flashing within them.
They couldn't even see the faces of their enemies before being reduced to just six men. How could they possibly protect anyone now?
"Charge out, fight them!" Old Cat roared in fury.
At this moment, he disregarded everything, gun in hand, dodging bullets as he charged out in a zigzag pattern. His remaining subordinates, also desperate, surged from their cover, using zig-zag tactical footwork to move erratically.
They knew that staying hidden would only lead to the enemy closing in, resulting in certain death. Only by charging out now did they have a slim chance of survival.
But when they did charge out, they realized it would have been better to stay hidden.
However, by the time they thought this, it was already too late. Rapid bullets erupted, like deadly comets trailing fire, shattering all obstacles and tearing through anything that dared to stand in their way.
Bang bang bang...
After bursting from cover, the mercenaries didn't even know the exact positions of Qin Feng's team, resorting to wild charges.
Unbeknownst to them, Qin Feng and his men had already calmly aimed their rifles, their muzzles precisely targeting the directions of each mercenary's cover.
In a flash, all the mercenaries erupted in blooms of red, falling one by one to the ground. Even Old Cat, riddled with bullets, lay twitching.
Qin Feng and his men quickly moved forward, checking all the mercenaries. They found only Old Cat still clinging to life, barely conscious.
Seeing this, Qin Feng kicked the gun out of Old Cat's hand and stared at him coldly.
"Cough... cough... cough..." Old Cat coughed up a large amount of blood, looking weakly at the man before him and asking,
"Who... who are you people?"