The people who had been chasing them all slowed down after entering this area. They exchanged glances and immediately fanned out.
High walls surrounded this area, meaning those who entered couldn't hide. As they came in, they hadn't seen anyone concealed, which meant the guy was hiding among the pile of debris ahead.
Gun bolts clicked, and everyone began searching carefully.
The reason they didn't unleash a volley of shots first was due to their limited ammunition, requiring them to conserve it. Also, the complex environment here made ricochets likely.
At the same time, they had extreme confidence in themselves.
Ten people horizontally sectioned off the area, slowly advancing, constantly looking left and right. From their movements, they appeared quite professional, not amateurish.
But compared to truly professional-level competitors, it wasn't enough; it only meant these gang members were no strangers to gunfights.
Johnny was in the corner on the far right. This corner provided a roughly 15° view ahead, while it was difficult for the other party to see him because he was precisely positioned around a bend.
His tti sand viper was already loaded and fully chambered.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Johnny's leg muscles tightened, like a fully drawn bow.
The next moment, Johnny saw the muzzle of an AK-47. At this point, he directly leaned out from below, pushed his hand upwards, and pulled the trigger.
Puff!
With a gun sound like a cough, the assassin's lower jaw was pierced by Johnny's bullet.
Johnny then quickly retracted, preventing blood from splashing onto him.
The body fell to the ground, twitching slightly, blood mixed with brain matter slowly oozing from his head.
Johnny took the AK-47 from his hand and casually pulled out three magazines from his person.
He then slung the AK-47 onto his back; he might need it later.
He dragged the man's body into the corner. While dragging him, he noticed a tattoo of a dagger piercing a hand on the man's chest. He paid it no mind, merely flashing past the corner.
After firing from one spot, he had to move to another; staying in one position was no different from seeking death.
Due to the complex environment here, with various buildings, walls, and containers transforming it into a semi-open indoor scene, Johnny entered single-person CQB mode.
Holding his sand viper, he moved forward rapidly, constantly scanning with his peripheral vision, performing quick tactical peeks, switching between high and low stances to avoid headshots.
Johnny's footsteps were extremely light, specifically to prevent his footsteps from revealing his position.
The opponent's footsteps were also deliberately controlled. Thus, both sides continuously explored. From an aerial view, it could be seen that Johnny was not far from the next assassin's position; they were on the verge of converging.
Johnny stopped because he saw a shadow on the ground indicating someone was approaching him.
As the shadow on the ground continuously approached his direction, he immediately crouched down.
Typically, when searching for someone, one's line of sight is usually level, rarely looking down, because looking down would prevent them from seeing people at eye level. Therefore, maintaining eye level with peripheral vision downwards is the most normal approach.
In such situations, one is most susceptible to attacks from above, but this area was semi-open, with no second level, thus avoiding danger from above.
But the problem was, just as he was about to take his next step, he suddenly saw a hand reach out from below. Before he could react, that hand pulled the trigger.
Puff!
Puff!
Two gunshots, like coughs, rang out. Two bullets directly struck his chest and lower jaw.
He no longer had a chance to see this beautiful world, because the back of his head had exploded.
The body collapsed to the ground.
Johnny quickly retracted his hand and then swiftly performed a tactical peek to confirm no one was following him before stepping out with relief.
He glanced at the man's corpse and noticed that, like the previous man, the back of his hand and chest both bore a tattoo of a dagger piercing a black palm.
Johnny continued to walk, the muzzle of his sand viper constantly swaying left and right with his gaze.
As he walked, he heard faint footsteps coming from his front-left.
Johnny immediately stopped and slowly took a step back.
Just then, his peripheral vision caught sight of a figure approaching from his right.
And that person also turned their head in this direction to look. The distance between them was less than 5 meters. In an instant, Johnny knew things were bad.
Without time to think, Johnny directly turned and fired three shots in that direction!
Puff puff puff!
Two bullets hit the man's chest, and one hit his forehead.
He was instantly sent to his grave, but the man to his front-left also heard the gunshots and immediately rushed over.
Johnny immediately retreated, hiding behind the low wall to his right, and quickly moved to the very edge.
The next second.
Da da da da!
A series of gunshots rang out, the distinct sound of an AK-47.
Johnny saw bullets continuously penetrating the surface of the low wall in front of him.
Such a simple wall could not block the direct penetration of 7.62mm bullets.
Fortunately, Johnny had no confidence in this low wall either, so he had shrunk to the innermost position, making it impossible for the opponent to hit him.
But the loud gunshots immediately drew the attention of his other companions, who quickly began to encircle the area.
"Damn it! This is trouble!"
Johnny knew things were serious. Once his position was exposed, the remaining people would quickly converge on this spot, and his pressure would sharply increase.
At least eight people from two cars; he had taken out three, leaving at least five.
Johnny didn't hesitate, immediately continuing his retreat, sprinting directly backward.
As he passed a corner, he unhesitatingly turned right, but just as he turned, he directly collided head-on with a man running towards him.
"Fuck!"
Because the two collided, the opponent's gun couldn't be raised immediately, while Johnny was relentless, directly delivering a knee strike to his groin.
At this moment, his own gun also failed to rise, so he unhesitatingly aimed at the opponent's instep and fired a shot.
Puff!
The bullet directly pierced his instep. Subsequently, Johnny immediately raised his right hand, pressed the muzzle against the opponent's lower jaw, and pulled the trigger.
Puff!
Brain matter splattered!
At this moment, 13 rounds remained in the chamber.
Johnny distinctly felt footsteps coming from all directions; it seemed there were more than four remaining.
Johnny immediately got up, raised the AK-47 slung on his back, and continued to push forward.
Relying solely on the Pistol would likely not provide enough combat effectiveness, as the opponents had already started to converge. He could only clear a path with an assault rifle.
Continuing to run forward, Johnny suddenly stopped, directly raised his AK-47 towards the intersection ahead, and the next second, he pulled the trigger.
Da da da! Da da da!
Two three-round bursts, six bullets instantly pierced the container ahead.
A muffled grunt came from behind!
Immediately followed by a person falling to the ground.
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