Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 435 - 258 Faster, Stronger2

The blood spilling from his mouth and nose directly filled his protective shield, and as he lay there on the ground, legs in the air, he could no longer feel the pain from his body. He only rembered, in the instant Li Ang crashed into him, that the bones around the point of contact had almost entirely shattered.

So at this mont, the "King Kong" lying on the ground could indeed be aptly described as a huge puddle of mud.

"No!"

"Lightning" cried out in pain from his back, but Li Ang paid him no attention at all. He couldn’t even keep up with Li Ang’s speed, let alone approach him to et his death.

"Boom!"

It was at this ti that the Barrett M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle fired its second bullet.

But this ti, with Li Ang prepared, the bullet didn’t even graze him; he dodged it with a zigzag run.

Although Li Ang was sprinting in that direction, he didn’t have the habit of being a live target. While running at high speed, he still managed to throw a flying needle toward the sniper.

"Boom!"

The third gunshot rang out, but this bullet did not fire; it exploded inside the gun’s chamber.

It turned out the flying needle Li Ang had just thrown wasn’t aid at the sniper; he wasn’t sure if the sniper would fire a third shot before the needle reached him, so he targeted the barrel of the sniper rifle directly.

In the nick of ti, as Li Ang’s steel needle reached the barrel of the sniper rifle, the squad leader pulled the trigger. Consequently, the needle collided with the bullet inside the chamber, causing a catastrophic barrel explosion.

Just like the barrel explosion, the squad leader didn’t possess Li Ang’s abnormal Constitution. In just an instant, the shrapnel from the destroyed gun tore open his throat, killing him beyond recognition.

The operation mber next to him, while not dead on the spot, entered a state of severe injury and near death.

The remaining snipers on standby were stunned, only reacting when Li Ang was less than twenty ters away, and they finally opened fire at him.

However, Li Ang, facing the dark muzzle, didn’t dodge or avoid it. One shot, two shots; the first bullet hit Li Ang’s chest, the second his head. There was no third shot because at that mont, Li Ang had already shattered the sniper’s skull with a slap.

Li Ang turned back and took a deep look at "Lightning," who had tried to stop in his tracks. Just a mont before, rage had clouded his mind, but after coming to his senses, reason regained control of his body. He didn’t dare to co within a milliter of Li Ang.

He didn’t approach, and Li Ang didn’t co over to him either, but simply gave a fierce wave of his hand and then turned to enter the building, seemingly deciding to let him go.

"Lightning" let out a slight sigh of relief, then broke into a cold sweat that soaked his clothes.

"Was that gesture a farewell to ? I need to get out of here fast and never see this devil again in my life..."

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the next second his wish ca true, for a steel needle had pierced his brain.

Monts later, several fierce explosions sounded inside the building, and a few minutes later, Li Ang, his protective goggles sared with smoke and dust and his body stained with blood, walked out from inside.

By then, the [Unknown] organization’s special operation team of over twenty mbers was nearly annihilated.

At the sa ti, John, who had been pretending to be unconscious on the steering wheel, finally ca to. He had been faking it initially, but when the shock grenade thrown by Li Ang happened to land in front of him, he was truly knocked out by the blast.

If the noise hadn’t been so loud, he might not have woken up at all.

"Is the arrest operation... over?"

John, supporting himself on the car door, slowly stood up, and the first thing that t his eyes was the circle of corpses around the vehicle.

"So many people dead?"

John shivered. Barely having stood up, his body softened and he collapsed again.

After struggling with his thoughts for a while, he stood up again and headed towards their base.

Halfway there, he witnessed the most unbelievable scene.

"What... what is this?"

Although he spoke in questions, his mind had already reached a conclusion, this was "King Kong’s" corpse, there was no one else here with such a large body except for him.

This was the "King Kong" in his heart, invincible and brave, just dead like this?

He rembered a mission, where "King Kong" took a bullet to the chest without wearing a protective suit, and incredibly it was stopped by his ribcage. Aside from so broken ribs, the bullet hadn’t even penetrated his chest cavity.

It was hard for him to imagine how this beast with a body like steel was killed.

John, suppressing his discomfort, checked "King Kong’s" body and reached a conclusion that seed unlikely but was the closest to the truth: "King Kong" had been hit by a heavy truck.

His neck, chest, spine, and pelvis were almost all crush fractures, and his body had even flown through the air for a distance.

But where would a heavy truck co from in the middle of the night? And would "King Kong" just stand there waiting to be hit?

John was sowhat puzzled and couldn’t provide a definite answer.

Then, just a few steps further, he saw another body that he barely dared to imagine, "Lightning."

If "King Kong" was about powerful constitution and terrifying physical defense, making it seem impossible to kill him, then "Lightning" was soone who you would scarcely have the opportunity to attack.

Just a week ago, he had been practicing dodging bullets with "Lightning," using blanks.

John would swear to God, he hadn’t held back, but "Lightning" could always dodge the bullets at the instant he fired, and even suggested he use live rounds for training.

This man, who never seed to put himself in danger, now lay silently here.

John did a brief check and found no other wounds on his body; the only injury, which was fatal, was a pencil-thick round hole in his forehead.

John still couldn’t think of what could have penetrated the skull of "Lightning," who could even dodge bullets.

At this mont, he didn’t dare to walk forward anymore. He didn’t know whose body was waiting for him ahead.

The double deaths of "King Kong" and "Lighting" had nearly destroyed his faith.

He wanted to flee, but it seed fate had other plans.

Just then, a familiar figure erged from the base house ahead, it was none other than Li Ang, who had just taken him hostage in the car.

His appearance also ant that, if nothing unexpected happened, he was probably the only surviving mber of the special operations team present.

Practically the mont Li Ang walked towards him, John fell to his knees—an action he had learned from watching Chinese Kung Fu movies, where it seed that’s how people begged for rcy.

And Li Ang, seeing John kneel down before him, was pleasantly surprised, finally encountering soone who wasn’t so tough.

Just now, he didn’t know if the people inside had been too thoroughly brainwashed or if his own intimidation wasn’t fierce enough, but in either case, he hadn’t extracted much useful information.

Now the only thing he was worried about was whether this guy knew too little.

Li Ang walked over to John slowly, and looking at him who had never raised his head from the ground, said in a deep voice:

"If you want to live, prove your value."

"I know, I know about the [Psychic Crystal]," John answered hastily.

Before carrying out the mission, he had already roughly reviewed various analysis reports on the target, naturally knowing what he was interested in.

"I know about a [Psychic Crystal] that is about to be auctioned!"