Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 295 - 192 Handling the End

After listening to Adelle prattle on for over ten minutes, Li Ang had committed all the information to mory.

Asking him to take down a family on his own, he didn’t have that ability yet, but oftentis, the collapse of great buildings began from a very small point.

But what Li Ang cared about was not as important to them as the fact that Li Ang, in such a desperate situation, managed to kill so many people by himself and rescue them.

He had no choice but to repeat the story he’d just shared with them in detail.

Chris looked at the body of the first person Li Ang had killed with his bare hands, and after glancing at the displaced neck, then back at Li Ang.

It wasn’t striking when listening to Li Ang’s description since Chris himself also had the ability to kill a man with his bare hands, but before seeing the body, he had no idea that was how Li Ang killed him!

Damn it, if Li Ang hadn’t confessed, he would have suspected that the man’s neck had been smashed by a hamr.

In a flash, he rembered the first ti he saw Li Ang; it was when Li Ang was showcasing his might at the championship round of the Slapping Contest.

In his mory, hefty n, each weighing three to four hundred pounds, were knocked unconscious with a single slap from Li Ang.

Thinking about it in this way, the kidnapper seed to have t a justified end.

And next to them, the other two robbers who had been shot to death didn’t have ordinary looks of death either.

The two bullets fired by Li Ang had precisely hit both n’s foreheads.

Though they were close to each other, the situation back then couldn’t be compared to a shooting range.

Although Chris hadn’t been there, just by listening to Li Ang’s description, he could imagine that the situation must have been extrely critical, with no ti to aim, only the fastest speed to shoot, to incapacitate them.

If Li Ang had really aid leisurely, the opponents weren’t fools; would they stand still and let him shoot?

From the shocked expressions on their faces, only one thing could be explained: they saw Li Ang shooting at them, but it was already too late to respond.

This kind of marksmanship, no joke, was sothing Chris himself would find difficult to achieve.

He continued walking forward and saw the violently forced open cabin door at first glance.

The first thing that caught his eye was the huge footprint indented on the cabin door.

The iron door lock and the door fra, which looked almost like steel plates, were all twisted and destroyed.

If he substituted the footprint on the door with a round shape, aning replacing Li Ang’s foot with a professional battering ram, then Chris would find it reasonable.

The other bodyguards thought the sa, especially Gwen’s bodyguard, rembering how he’d been skeptical of Li Ang at the beginning; he couldn’t help but feel flustered.

If that kick had landed on him, no joke, it would have been hard for him to last until the ambulance arrived.

Then, Chris walked into the cabin, only to find that the real battlefield was inside, not the trivial scuffle outside.

Inside the room, there were not only traces of stun grenade explosions but also marks of hand grenade explosions and scars left by flying tal shrapnel.

The corpse behind the door didn’t need further explanation; presumably, it was killed by a hand grenade after having its leg crushed by the door. This could just be considered as being cannon fodder; when his teammate threw the hand grenade, they didn’t care about his life at all.

The other corpse was that of the rescue team leader who had initially suggested they have a drink; overall, his death was the most tragic.

Blood was oozing from his mouth, nose, and ears, which clearly was the effect of being hit by two grenades.

His arm was almost severed from his shoulder, maybe cut by the tal shrapnel from the hand grenade.

Chris approached, poked the wound with a dagger, and was surprised to find not tal shrapnel within, but a coin!

So, was it a coin that had brutally cut the tendons at the joint of his arm?

A terrifying thought flashed through Chris’s mind.

He had witnessed Li Ang’s ability to kill with thrown daggers, but this was a coin—a completely different concept.

In his throat, too, a coin was embedded.

Honestly, even if it were a dart that was stuck in there now, Chris could understand, but the coin truly shocked him.

After so thought, he discreetly removed the two coins and disposed of them quietly.

As for the deaths of these people, they would certainly have to report to the police upon their return, and such an unbelievable manner of causing harm could easily draw official attention to Li Ang, leading to unwanted trouble.

In this regard, due to his constant involvent in related matters, he knew more about the ins and outs than Li Ang did.

No matter what, since Li Ang had killed to save them, he would do what he could to keep Li Ang out of trouble.

After pondering for a while, Chris still felt it wasn’t safe enough; the nature of the wounds could reveal a lot, so he simply threw the rescue team leader’s body into the sea to feed the fish.

In the end, all these assertions would depend on their own testimony anyway, saying that falling into the sea during the fight was reasonable enough.

In fact, these coins were indeed specially prepared by Li Ang.

He had originally had a batch of ceramic darts customized for ergencies, but as his physical fitness grew stronger and his [Hidden Weapon Throwing] skill advanced, he found that even ordinary coins could cause harm, and these items were even more inconspicuous and easier to carry than his custom-made darts.