Chapter 75: Heavy machine gun fire raged, I'd kill as many as they came!
"Bzzzz—" The piercing sound of the Gatling motor spinning at high speed suddenly erupted.
In the dark night, the six-barreled heavy machine gun suddenly spat out orange-red tongues of flame over half a meter long!
The bright yellow heavy machine gun casings poured down like a waterfall.
Pattering against the metal base, they played a hair-raising symphony of death.
The terrifying firing rate of 6,000 rounds per minute gave no one a chance to breathe.
This wasn't just shooting.
This was clearly the Grim Reaper wielding a massive metal scythe, crazily reaping the remaining lives.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"
The 12.7mm caliber armor-piercing rounds, carrying the sonic boom of tearing air, slammed fiercely into the crowd of thugs.
Hitting a person wasn't as simple as leaving a bloody hole.
It was a direct shredding!
The few thugs running in front didn't even have time to scream.
The moment the bullets made contact with their chests, the immense kinetic energy instantly exploded their bodies.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Severed limbs and fragments of internal organs danced wildly in the burning firelight.
This scene was more shocking than the most hardcore horror movie.
In the Central Control Room, a group of mercenaries who lived on the edge were stunned.
"Holy shit..."
Lu Ting forgot to put down the assault rifle in his hand, his eyes wide as copper bells.
"Is this a fight? This is practically giving people a full-body massage with a meat grinder!"
The lackey beside him swallowed his saliva, his legs feeling a bit weak.
"Boss Lin's extravagance is truly wasteful. Those bullets are top-tier goods bought with real gold and silver."
Lin Xingwan leaned against the back of her chair, tapping her fingers on the desk rhythmically.
"Wasteful?" She sneered, her eyes devoid of any ripples.
"If a matter can be solved with bullets, don't use the brothers' lives to fill the gap. This is a guaranteed profitable deal."
She stared at the screen.
In the sea of fire, Zhang Biao was scrambling to hide behind a massive rock.
The fire on his body had just been extinguished by mud, and the extensive burns made him wince in pain.
"Don't push me! Get lost!"
Zhang Biao kicked away a lackey blocking his path, desperately shrinking his body behind the rock.
He regretted it so much now.
Of all the people to provoke, he just had to provoke this bunch of lunatics living halfway up the mountain!
"Boss, the firepower is too intense! The brothers can't hold on!"
A blood-covered lackey crawled over, crying with snot and tears running down his face.
"Hold on even if you can't! Run down the mountain, scatter and run!"
Zhang Biao roared with bloodshot eyes.
As long as he could escape back to the city, he still had a few hidden crude guns, and at worst, he could recruit a new team.
He had just poked his head out to check the route.
"Bang!"
A piece of rock shattered by a stray Gatling bullet sliced off half of his ear.
"Ah—my ear!"
Zhang Biao clutched his bleeding head, completely breaking down.
He knew he couldn't escape.
This fire control system's thermal imaging radar was more vicious than having eyes; once it locked on, it would never let go.
He suddenly stood up from behind the rock, his legs went weak, and he knelt with a thud on the scorching asphalt road.
"Don't shoot! I surrender! Grandpas, please don't shoot!"
Zhang Biao waved his hands frantically, kowtowing until his head made a loud thumping sound.
"I have gold bars! Hundreds of pounds of gold bars! I'll give them all to you!"
He rasped, his voice sounding like a broken gong, trying to buy his own wretched life with money.
In the Central Control Room, Qian Duoduo turned to look at Lin Xingwan.
"Boss, that bastard says he has gold bars. Should we leave him alive to ask for the coordinates?"
"Surrender?" Lin Xingwan sneered softly, not even bothering to glance at him.
"This isn't a garbage dump; I don't take in animals."
Her finger hovered in the air, lightly tapping down on the fire coverage area on the virtual control panel.
"Continue sweeping."
Outside the main gate.
The machine gun tower's infrared targeting beam swept eerily over Zhang Biao's body.
Zhang Biao watched those dark, hollow gun barrels aimed at him, and his heartbeat stopped instantly.
"No—!"
The desperate roar had barely left his throat before it was completely drowned out by the deafening gunfire.
A row of large-caliber bullets ruthlessly swept across.
The scene was extremely bloody.
The immense tearing force of the bullets cut directly across Zhang Biao's waist.
There was only a tooth-aching crack of "snap."
Zhang Biao's burly body was actually snapped in half!
His upper body slammed heavily onto the ground, still twitching violently due to nerve reflexes.
His eyes were wide open, and he was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs.
His lower body fell two meters away, blood instantly staining the ground red.
The manner of death was extremely tragic.
Once the boss was dead, the remaining dozens of lackeys who were still fleeing were instantly terrified out of their wits.
They ran around like headless flies and were soon harvested one by one by the dense rain of bullets.
"Beep—Clearance complete."
The AI's cold electronic voice rang out in the Central Control Room.
Outside the window.
The spinning sound of the Gatling heavy machine gun finally stopped.
The gun barrels, due to continuous high-load firing, were scorched bright red, emitting wisps of blue smoke in the night.
The air was filled with the smell of scorched flesh and the strong scent of gunpowder.
The entire battle.
From the moment the first bullet was fired to the moment the last thug fell.
It took less than three minutes.
A full armed force of five hundred people was wiped out; not a single survivor could walk down this mountain.
They didn't even get to touch the gate of the Star Fortress.
"Phew..." Lu Ting let out a long breath, feeling the clothes on his back soaked with cold sweat.
"This firepower is incredible. I've really seen something today."
Zhao An and his brother were even more terrified, huddled in the corner of the sofa, not daring to breathe loudly.
They finally understood what kind of god-like force they had thrown their lot in with.
Lin Xingwan stood up and casually turned off the bloody scene on the large monitoring screen.
"Let everyone go rest. Zhao An, remember to arrange for bulldozers to wash the ground first thing tomorrow morning."
She yawned, her tone as relaxed as if she were arranging tomorrow's breakfast.
"Understood! Don't worry, Boss Lin, I guarantee it will be cleaned up spotlessly!"
Zhao An nodded repeatedly, grabbed his brother, and quickly slipped away.
Soon, only Lin Xingwan and Huo Yuan were left in the hall.
The firelight outside the window gradually faded, leaving only the embers scattered on the ground still flickering.
Huo Yuan walked silently behind Lin Xingwan.
He stretched out his powerful arms and tightly embraced her slender waist from behind.
The man's hard chin rested gently on her shoulder.
His heavy breathing sprayed onto the crook of her neck, carrying a hint of undisguisable heat.
"Happy now?"
Huo Yuan's voice was hoarse and deep, like a violin with hooks.
Lin Xingwan did not pull away; instead, she reached back and touched his firm profile.
"It's alright, just consider it watching a free fireworks show."
Huo Yuan laughed lowly, the vibration of his chest traveling to her back.
He tilted his head slightly, his scalding thin lips brushing past her earlobe.
In those pitch-black wolf-like eyes, there was a surging, heart-stopping obsession and madness.
"Wanwan."
He bit her earlobe, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear.
"That aloof, ruthless look you had just now is truly beautiful."
Huo Yuan truly loved this cold and ruthless side of her to the core.
In this Apocalypse, there is no need for weak dodder flowers; only a queen who can stand side-by-side with him in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood is needed.
Lin Xingwan chuckled, turned around, and hooked her hands around his neck.
She looked directly into his possessive eyes.
"Think it's beautiful? Then tomorrow I'll let you see something even more exciting."
Her eyes drifted, and the corners of her mouth curled into a look of certainty.
"The trash outside has been cleaned up. Get the car ready first thing tomorrow morning."
Huo Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Where to?"
"To the city center."
Lin Xingwan patted his pectoral muscles, her tone domineering.
"While no one dares to provoke us now, let's go and sweep up all the gold and jewelry in the entire city."