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Boom!
The sudden explosion startled awake the northeastern district of Resurrection City.
A two-story building, usually a resting spot for mbers of the Black Fire Gang, was now billowing out thick smoke.
Wang Jixuan, weaving through the darkness, flipped onto the rooftop of a nearby building, silent as a shadow, crouching in a corner.
He tapped the edge of his helt, and his tactical helt automatically switched to long-range mode. His vision turned a light green, allowing him to see the movents of gang mbers in the low-light environnt.
At this mont, Wang Jixuan was more than a thousand ters away from the blast site.
After taking out the dozen or so Black Fire Gang thugs inside the building, Wang Jixuan followed the thod recorded in the old landlady's book "Weapons that Blade Beasts Fear," using a rope and two concentrated high explosive hand grenades to create a booby trap that would be triggered upon entering the door.
Can't say much.
Really can't say much.
This is much more powerful than a low-level Blast Fire Talisman!
But while a Blast Fire Talisman can be stacked infinitely and detonated at the sa ti, both have their strengths.
Wang Jixuan took note of several buildings from which at least ten ard gang mbers rushed out at the sa ti and ran into the night.
Before the Black Fire Gang could reactivate 'full-scale lighting,' he had to hurry and attack a few more areas.
And he had to make sure to avoid groups of Spiritual Ability Users, the smallest being three.
A few minutes later.
A small cabaret, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, groaning, cursing, and laughter, waited in the dim light for its impending doom.
Outside the cabaret hung a sign that read 'Not Open to the Public,' and an alarm at the door automatically captured images of strangers.
Unfortunately, Wang Jixuan had no plans to walk through the front entrance.
He was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of the three-story building, dangling feet swaying gently, his Spiritual Sense expanded to its limits as he surveyed the area, noting the presence of more than thirty living breaths.
Wang Jixuan checked four magazines, inserting them into the sides of his tactical belt. He held two silenced pistols in his hands, striking various shooting poses.
Since the weapons and ammo were all paid for by Mr. Zhou, and it was challenging to obtain Blade Beast Blood through Mr. Zhou's channels, he thought...
'Try not to waste a single talisman.'
Breathing in, exhaling, and stopping his leg movents.
Wang Jixuan's body fell through the air as if in free fall!
Just as he descended a body's length, he hooked the rooftop edge with his left wrist and slid smoothly into an open third-floor window, kicking aside the curtains.
Four n and four won, in the midst of a post-al workout, froze, staring at the sleek, shiny black helt.
Pop!
Wang Jixuan raised his hand and blew open the head of a tattooed man.
Blood splattered the walls.
"Ahh—"
"Shit!"
Pop, pop, pop!
Almost simultaneously, three more blood spatters erupted, and the three remaining n couldn't find cover in ti before holes appeared in their heads.
'So slow to react, and they call themselves gang mbers.'
Wang Jixuan smirked lightly, his pistols already aid at the screaming won.
They went silent instantly.
Following the rule of not harming won and children while clearing out the Demon Cult, Wang Jixuan did nothing more and quickly headed to the bedroom door.
Of course, he noticed one woman whose expression was too calm, and he could see her stealthily reaching for a pistol on the nightstand.
Daoist Wang was in no hurry; he just waited.
The mont the woman grabbed the gun and skillfully chambered a round, aiming to raise the weapon...
Pop!
She suddenly leaned back, a bullet hole appeared in her forehead, her eyes wide with resentnt.
'Even if I couldn't sense your killing intent, could I not see the tattoo on your body?'
Wang Jixuan walked quietly to the door, felt the rush of thugs coming down the hallway, pulled out a hand grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, opened the door, tossed it out casually, held a nut in his left hand, and readied his gun in his right hand, counting down.
Three, two, one.
Boom!
The walls shook loose a checkerboard of dust, and the remaining three won inside scread in terror.
The mont after the explosion, Wang Jixuan charged forward, bursting through the door. Flinging his wrist, the hurled nut pierced the dust and smoke from the explosion, revealing several holes from which blood spurted!
A succession of muffled groans,
Followed by not too intense gunfire,
The hallway was littered with the bodies of Black Fire Gang thugs.
Wang Jixuan leaped out the window, crashing into the first floor, where both pistols fired at once, taking out the lookouts on the staircase and adding to the chaos of the smoke-filled dance floor.
What a sha, there were still several n and won full of malice in the basent.
As Wang Jixuan was far from being able to use Earth Escape and had no intention of rashly entering a one-way underground structure, he could only throw a couple of hand grenades into the basent and make a rapid departure.
Click!
The flash of a cara lit up inside a window across the street.
Wang Jixuan casually fired a shot, but beyond a certain range, the pistol's accuracy suffered and the bullet passed just over the forehead of the gang mber behind the window, who ducked in fright.
Wang Jixuan did not linger, crouching and sprinting, infusing Qi into his legs as he jumped, landing steadily on a ten-ter-high rooftop and disappearing after a few bounds.
Waiting quietly on the outskirts of Black Fire Gang territory, he followed the attack route he'd planned before.
After two gunfights, the entire Black Fire Gang was in complete disarray.
More than ten pickups, modified with heavy machine guns, carried 'Elite Teams' that were scouring the area back and forth.
But Wang Jixuan quickly realized that the Black Fire Gang still had no intention of lighting up the whole place.
—The power supply to cold storage and Nutrition Storage was much more critical.
'If that's the case...'
Wang Jixuan pulled out a crumpled talisman from his shirt pocket, his right hand forming a sword finger tracing a complex pattern of light.
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