This… they really dare to do this, how much risk are they taking? He wouldn't think all these grenades have the same detonation time, would he?
While Yang Rui and the others were still contemplating whether to take cover, Qin Feng, as he clutched the grenade, already knew the information about this particular one.
When he mentally counted to three, he released his grip, and the grenade dropped vertically through the gaps in the stairs.
"Four!"
As Qin Feng mentally counted to four, a deafening explosion erupted from downstairs.
Immediately after, a series of piercing screams echoed from below.
"Ah, my leg!"
"Ah, my eyes, my eyes!"
"Save me, save me…"
"…"
Some were already completely dead, while those rebels not killed instantly were severely wounded, writhing on the ground, but seemingly not far from death.
The grenade was held in Qin Feng's hand for three seconds, and its fall took one second. It landed precisely on the staircase they had ascended and detonated.
Such precise timing and calculation were likely only achievable by Qin Feng, and only he would dare to attempt it.
At this moment, most of the rebels were injured or killed by the explosion, and the shockwave sent the remaining few flying downstairs.
The entire building shook violently, trembling as if an old man on his last legs could no longer hold on.
The instant the explosion occurred, Qin Feng, like a leaping wolf, charged downstairs.
The dense smoke from the explosion blurred the surroundings, making it impossible to discern the environment.
The thunderous noise of the blast also left the surrounding rebels with ringing ears and discomfort, causing them to curl up like shrimp.
As Qin Feng descended, his assault rifle began to spray.
Da-da-da…
In the blink of an eye, gunfire erupted.
In the hazy smoke, only a fiery muzzle flash could be seen, relentlessly reaping the lives of the rebels.
These rebels, their minds still reeling from the blast, were shot dead before they could even comprehend what was happening.
*Click, click…*
Qin Feng's assault rifle ran out of ammunition, and over a dozen rebels met their demise.
They didn't even have a chance to retaliate before succumbing to death.
However, this was all within Qin Feng's calculations.
The smoke generated by the grenade explosion in a relatively confined space could impact the brain, causing disorientation and affecting reaction times.
Qin Feng had accounted for all of this, which was why he could charge down so easily.
Anyone else attempting this would likely not have had such an easy time.
By the time the smoke fully dissipated, the floor was littered with corpses, their blood staining the ground a deep red.
Having eliminated this wave of rebels, Qin Feng did not dare to delay. He quickly grabbed several magazines from the floor and continued his descent.
As soon as Qin Feng left the floor, Yang Rui and the others immediately rushed down.
When Yang Rui and his team saw the corpses scattered everywhere and Qin Feng's figure gone, they gasped.
"Hiss!" Yang Rui couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
How little time had passed?
From the sound of the explosion to their arrival, less than ten seconds had elapsed, and all these rebels were dealt with?
What kind of attack speed was this?
Yang Rui and the others were all battle-hardened veterans.
Yet, to complete such a surprise attack in such a short time was something they were utterly incapable of.
They had prepared themselves for a fierce firefight, but now…
"His strength exceeds all our imaginations!" Tong Li exclaimed with admiration.
"Indeed. I was worried he might have blown us up too. Alas, I underestimated him!" Lu Chen seconded.
"Fast!" Yang Rui didn't want to dwell on it.
The stronger Qin Feng's capabilities, the higher the chance of completing their mission.
The three suppressed their thoughts and continued to charge forward, but this time, they felt more grounded than before.
However, the further they descended, the greater their shock became.
Gunfire continued to erupt from below, and Qin Feng kept firing, but as Yang Rui and the others desperately pushed forward, they could only see a floor covered in bodies.
This gave Yang Rui and his team a profoundly eerie feeling.
Qin Feng's precise timing of the explosion had already shown them a glimpse of his skill, and this current display left them utterly stunned.
They were all special forces soldiers, but could the difference truly be this vast?
As elite special forces, Yang Rui and his team ranked among the best in various military regions.
Yet now, compared to Qin Feng, they felt like mere children, while Qin Feng was like a high school student.
They were no match for his strength!
At this moment, Tong Li excitedly exclaimed, "He's a master! Hurry, let's follow him!"
Instantly, the three of them charged down.
Simultaneously, Qin Feng was rapidly reloading his magazines, rushing downstairs.
As he rounded a corner, he encountered three rebels. Just as they finished reloading and raised their guns, he fired, eliminating them.
*Bang, bang, bang…*
The three rebels had barely raised their weapons when blood spurted from their foreheads, and their bodies slumped against the wall, their eyes wide open.
Their gazes clearly held confusion, as if they hadn't even understood how they had died.
After all, dozens of their comrades had charged forward. How had the enemy managed to get through? Shouldn't he have been riddled with bullets by now?
In their minds, dozens against a few should have been an easy victory.
But now…
Qin Feng didn't waste any time and continued his descent, engaging and eliminating the second wave of rebels, and then the third.
Qin Feng was like a killing machine on the battlefield, relentlessly harvesting the lives of the rebels.
In his mind, he had already pinpointed the location of every rebel on the floor. Combined with his agile movements and precise shooting, he was unstoppable.
The rebels were essentially there to be slaughtered.
This was understandable, however. The combat proficiency of those rebels was inherently low; their only advantage was sheer numbers.
If they were engaging in open terrain, Qin Feng would have found it somewhat challenging to face them directly.
But this was close-quarters combat within a building, making the rebels nothing more than Qin Feng's little treats.
As Qin Feng continued his descent, Yang Rui and the others closely followed.
"Faster, faster!"
Yang Rui and his team charged down with fierce intent, but they didn't even get a chance to fire their weapons.
The staircase was littered with rebel corpses. Most remarkably, every rebel had been shot in the head, instantly killed.
If it were one or two, it might be a coincidence, but dozens in a row? Could this still be attributed to luck?
To achieve close-range headshots on so many targets in such a short period was an unimaginably incredible feat of marksmanship.
Was this truly necessary to be so terrifying?