A powerful, high roundhouse kick flew towards the killer"s face. If he were hit, he would definitely go into shock or even be killed outright. Qin Feng"s kick strength was a thousand jin. In Africa"s Madahar savannah, he once flattened an adult wildebeest with a single kick and punched a zebra to death. The mercenary had no time to make a sound. He hurriedly raised his rifle in front of him.
Slam!
The man flew out three or four meters and landed heavily on the ground, red blood trickling out of the corners of his mouth, but still holding onto his gun. He endured the pain, turning over to try and shoot Qin Feng. It was a point-blank shot. Although he had no chance of beating Qin Feng in a fight, he still had a gun, and he had enough time to pull the trigger.
Bang!
A shot echoed out. Qin Feng leaped like a rabbit, nimbly twisting his body in midair to avoid the bullet while throwing out his knife mid-jump.
The sharp blade shot toward the killer"s neck. In the dark, he never even saw it coming before it drew blood. He"d never have thought it was even humanly possible to accurately hit the most hidden and vulnerable part of the human body in the dark of night from a distance of several meters. With his carotid burst, even the G.o.ds were powerless to change the law of Heaven. There was no shame in dying at the hands of such an opponent.
It was pure bad luck to have happened to come across Qin Feng.
Hearing gunfire, the rest of the mercenary unit rushed to the left flank. They moved quickly, but Qin Feng had picked up the rifle on the ground and escaped before the remaining killers could reach him. He zigzagged away from his opponents" frantic and intense fire, sometimes moving straight and sometimes moving sideways and shooting back. Every shot hit the target. After one killer dropped dead, Qin Feng"s next shot hit the mercenary team leader"s right arm. If not for his extremely rapid response, he would have been hit in the heart.
Qin Feng continued to fire on the run, slowing down his pursuers. To have such stable aim on the move and maintain accuracy in such a hectic situation required incredible stamina and cool.
In a blink of an eye, Qin Feng had already destroyed four of them, and he was about to run out of the dense woods. Up ahead was an empty plaza with almost no cover at all. It was simply an open field where the enemy could use him for target practice. No matter how strong one side was, moving into such disadvantageous ground would only lead to disaster.
Qin Feng slowed down, waiting for an opportunity.
As the enemies were about to catch up, he hid behind a tree trunk, ready to hold his ground. At the team leader"s command, the remaining four men dispersed, trying to outflank Qin Feng from both sides. They could also see the open ground ahead and they knew Qin Feng had nowhere to run. He had only two options: stand and fight, or rush out into the open.
The team leader showed a sly smirk. He figured that Qin Feng"s buddy had already been scared away. Now that the four of them had Qin Feng cornered, he believed that even this superhuman warrior could not escape their clutches.
Qin Feng poked out the barrel of his rifle only to be met with a hail of bullets. He felt numb.
With a long sigh, he thought to himself, "This is it."
The four killers were less than five meters away from Qin Feng"s tree. They would rush at him at the same time and face him at close quarters. In a one-on-four fight, even if Qin Feng had the confidence to defeat them, he himself could be hurt or even killed in the process.
Fighting such enemies in a desperate struggle to the death was obviously not worth the risk. Qin Feng had more important things to do in his life. The essential task of protecting Sister Flower had not yet been completed, so how could he let himself get killed?
The mercenary leader made a quick hand gesture. The four men charged.
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot in the distance.
The mercenary on Qin Feng"s left fell to the ground. In a heartbeat, the two men on his right were shot as well.
They died in astonishment. Didn"t they have Qin Feng surrounded? How could he return fire?
Behind him, Green Dragon completed his task perfectly. With three shots from the rifle he had picked up, he killed three mercenaries. The next bullet bit the back of the leader"s knee, sending him to the ground. Even so, he still attempted to resist, using the cover of the undergrowth to aim his gun at Green Dragon, who was striding towards him, still ten meters away.
Qin Feng rushed out of cover and slammed into the mercenary leader, breaking his arm holding the gun. His terrible screams echoed across the night sky of Tianhe. His right arm lay limp, connected only by the skin and flesh as the bones and tendons had snapped.
Even so, he vowed to resist. He twisted around and pulled out a sharp bayonet from his boot, trying to stab Qin Feng"s ankle. If Qin Feng weren"t ready, he could have ended up walking with a crutch for the rest of his life.
Qin Feng jumped up high, folding his legs under him. Avoiding the knife, he fell back down and slammed both knees into the enemy"s chest and head.
Boom!
The blow hit him like a bolt of lightning. His face was contorted with pain, blood spraying out of his mouth, his guts almost exploding out of him.
He curled up on the ground, quivering slightly, unable to move.
Qin Feng squatted down beside him and patted his dirty cheek, whispering, "You"re pretty tough, boy."
His face was white. The pain seemed unbearable, but he still stared at Qin Feng with resentful eyes, "Just kill me…"
The leader of the mercenaries was a South American mulatto, but his Chinese was fluent and he wasn"t afraid to show it.
"If I wanted to kill you, you"d be dead by now!" Qin Feng laughed. "Tell me. Who sent you? Why do you want to kill me? What are you planning?"
The team leader responded to Qin Feng"s questions with silence.
"Captain Qin, don"t waste your breath on him. Actions speak louder than words."
Green Dragon picked up the team leader"s bayonet from the ground and pointed it at his legs.