"Did you guys hear any sounds just now?"
"What sound? You just can’t drink anymore and want to bail, right!"
"Bastard, who says I can’t drink anymore? All of you together can’t outdrink ."
"Stop talking nonsense, co on, keep drinking."
Inside the nightclub, a big group of tattooed, dyed-hair, and bizarrely dressed Yutai Sect mbers were drinking and gambling in small groups, looking far from being decent people.
The hall was filled with deafening music, and the environnt was very noisy, so they had little reaction to the gunfire outside.
Footsteps echoed from the entrance, and after a long corridor, Situang and three others walked into the hall.
"Asiba, who are you? We’re not open yet. What are those Mad Dog idiots doing at their post?"
Soone spotted Situang, whose unfamiliar face made them think he was a custor looking for fun at the nightclub.
"Where’s your boss?"
Situang’s expression was calm, indifferent to the smoky and chaotic environnt, he asked directly.
"How are you talking? What boss? You an Chairman, don’t you understand? Do you have an appointnt to see the Chairman?"
A few mbers of the Yutai Sect approached, with the lead holding a cigarette in his mouth, tilting his head and assessing Situang, not quite understanding where Situang ca from for the mont.
Jin Changming’s face turned pale, instinctively looking around, ready to find a place to escape if anything went wrong.
"Have your boss co out and see ."
Situang reached into his waist with his right hand, speaking even more bluntly.
"Asiba, you bastard dog causing trouble, do you want to die?"
The Yutai Sect mbers beca furious, with the thug holding the cigarette even slapping out at Situang.
Bam!
A crisp gunshot rang out, Situang had pulled out a gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.
The bullet pierced through the mouth of the cursing Yutai Sect mber, exiting with a spray of blood from the back of his head.
The gunshot reverberated in the nightclub hall, overpowering the music, and the scene fell silent imdiately.
Every Yutai Sect mber who was playing cards, gambling, or drinking turned their heads in horror.
The body fell in front of Situang, the gun barrel moved, and he fired until the magazine was emptied.
At such a close range, it would be natural for soone with Situang’s skill not to miss, and soon several people were down.
Until their deaths, they hadn’t realized they would be shot dead by soone in their own base, it didn’t match the usual style of the South Korean gangs!
"A gun, he has a gun..."
"Soone’s invaded, hurry, notify the boss."
"Asiba, damn bastard, grab sothing to kill them!"
"Can’t fight them! Go get help first."
The hall turned into chaos, Yutai Sect mbers were either fleeing in panic or cursing as they rushed forward with bottles, steel pipes, and machetes.
Situang’s lips curled into a cold smile, watching the brave guys, he calmly replaced the magazine and aid the gun again.
So of those rushing towards him turned and ran at the sight of the gun’s barrel, while others continued charging forward.
The thug in the lead was nearly two ters tall, swinging a machete, shouting Korean profanity, and looked like a small leader, appearing especially fierce.
However, this fierceness was worthless in the face of human-made killing weapons.
Situang pulled the trigger, firing two quick shots into the body, the opponent scread and fell, then Situang added a headshot to permanently silence the screams.
Two shots to the body, one to the head; this Mozambique shooting technique was quite effective in close-quarters combat.
Looking at the fallen body, Situang shook his head and chuckled softly, "Beyond seven steps the gun is fast, within seven steps it’s both fast and accurate, thinking one machete could get close, huh."
Situang had another line, unless you’re a Genetic Warrior.
At this mont, the two Genetic Warriors accompanying Situang also drew their pistols, shooting while advancing, rcilessly slaughtering the Yutai Sect mbers on site.
One Yutai Sect mber turned to run, but how could his speed be faster than a bullet?
The bullet hit him in the back, causing him to stagger and fall, followed by another bullet piercing his brain, ending his life.
So Yutai Sect mbers crawled under the counter and tables, trembling, yet they couldn’t escape the slaughter; the Genetic Warriors passed by, leaving those hiding in a pool of blood.
There were Yutai Sect mbers who knelt and begged for rcy, but the Genetic Warriors didn’t even look, responding with a bullet to the skull.
The Genetic Warriors were like cold-blooded killing machines, making no unnecessary movents other than killing.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets pierced bodies, magazines emptied in rounds, and the hall echoed with constant screams.
The horrific screams made Jin Changming’s limbs go weak, looking at the blood flowing everywhere, the Yutai Sect mbers lying in pools of blood, goosebumps covered his arm, and he was terrified into a daze, just standing there dumbly watching Situang and his two accomplices’ massacre.
How had he ever seen such a terrifying and bloody scene, previously, even hundreds of people fighting in South Korean gangs mostly resulted in fractures and stitches, hardly causing any deaths.
Those thods which Jin Changming already saw as cruel looked like child’s play in front of these three gun-wielding killers.
Situang and the two were clearly there to kill, every shot aid at vital parts of the body, even adding a headshot to those who fell, to prevent any chances of a coback, highlighting sheer brutality and horror.
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