novelA Whole New Record, One Carries Several Hundred
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Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
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All twenty or so people had their heads struck dead with bullets!
Li Mo's eyes opened wide once more in despair. His entire body was frozen from seeing this scene.
He was incapable of believing it. Everyone was a four-star warrior. How could Qin Fen be bold and fierce to this degree? How was it possible for Qin Fen to instantly lock onto all his opponents, open fire, and strike them dead?
The besiegers saw this scene as well. Quite a few of them possessed experience as former members of the military. They had a better understanding of the principles and difficulty of shooting of firearms than the others. They knew that instantaneous strafe firing was nearly tantamount to shooting blind.
The exception was if the shooter was related to the goddess of fortune.
Otherwise, the likelihood of every single bullet hitting in strafe firing was more or less equal to zero.
It was because they knew just how much more difficult it was to shoot in this manner that they were more shocked than usual. A cold chill ran from the bones of their spine and instantly surged into their brains.
Practically everyone had the same thought run through their minds: We will all die by his hands if we don't kill him first.
Nearly a hundred people moved completely subconsciously, leaving their original combat positions. They held their guns, huddled low, and quickly moved toward the street.
Li Mo finally recovered from his shock by now. Qin Fen was a monster at using a gun. When someone like him had a sufficient amount of bullets and a sufficient amount of stamina, no one here better have thoughts of leaving this place alive.
Compared to the cost of a bullet, the cost of resurrection was much more expensive.
"Ignore Dragon Hall for now! We need to first get rid of Thirty-Six Hours!" Li Mo roared hysterically."Hurry up! We need to get rid of him first!"
In this moment, all those besiegers, who were still stupefied, became aware of something very important. If Thirty-Six Hours doesn't die, then everyone would be killed by him.
The team now numbered no more than five hundred people. Each and every one of them abandoned their powerful siege on Dragon Hall. They acted like the previous hundred of people. They raised their weapons and left their original combat positions.
Far in the distance on the street, Qin Fen held a gun as he stood in the center of twenty or so guns. He stared coldly at the enemy, who had begun to congregate.
The AK-74 that Qin Fen had used to kill over a hundred people was casually tossed to the ground. This action of his stunned every single one of the besiegers heading forward. None were able to guess what this man, the most famous on this street, was up to in the end.
Rumble!
Qin Fen had carried a single backpack on his back. He finally opened it up at this moment, and the large fellow who had been hiding within was revealed before everyone's gaze at this moment.
An M134 Vulcan Cannon? Those who were firearm fanatics or were once soldiers recognized what was in Qin Fen's hands in the first instant—a metal monster with an electric motor and six rotating barrels.
It was an M134 Vulcan Cannon! It could fire six thousand rounds a minute! Back in the day, it was known as the monstrous lord of guns possessing one of the fastest firing rates for decades!
It was a super killing machine, capable of easily shredding through rhinoceroses and even elephants! This was the M134 Vulcan Cannon!
Although in modern times the Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon and the Metal Storm had long since surpassed the M134 Vulcan Cannon in might, this didn't mean that this weapon had departed from the modern stage of history.
Thanks to the fact that the Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon and the Metal Storm were much more expensive at severalfold the cost, and thanks to the several improvements made to the firearm and its bullets, this weapon was still quite active in the military domain.
The grand team of several hundred people was stupefied in an instant at the sight.
"Holy crap! He's actually carrying an M134 Vulcan Cannon all by himself? When did they make a line for individual soldiers to use?"
"Just how much money does this Thirty-Six Hours actually have? Even a second-hand M134 costs over fifteen thousand dollars, right?"
Qin Fen felt his heart bleed with pain when he heard someone shout the price of the weapon.
To be precise, the price of this M134 along with eight thousand rounds of bullets cost him a total of sixteen thousand and five hundred dollars!
Qin Fen understood very well that he must not lose Dragon Hall.
It was easy to re-found a sect after a sect-annihilation, but its reputation would be completely gone!
His magnificent feat of defeating fourteen sects had undoubtedly been a great success and had served as a free and enormous advertisement. Qin Fen knew that taking advantage of this momentum would generate him much more money than what he paid for a virtual M134.
Qin Fen stared at these people who were losing their heads over the panic and raised the weapon in his hands, which was worth sixteen thousand and five hundred American dollars. Qin Fen hated the group of people before his eyes for making him spend so much money.
Only the craziest of attacks could let him completely suppress his enemies and let the other sects on the street fear having similar thoughts of challenging him.
Buzzzzzzz....
The electric motor of the M134 began to lightly turn. The scalps of the besiegers turned numb when they heard the sound. Their first reaction was not to lift their guns and fire, but to escape!
It hadn't been long since Qin Fen used the AK-74 to eliminate a couple dozen people. The memory of the scene, one which normal people could not produce, was still fresh in everyone's mind. Everyone possessed a sort of instinctual fear in their hearts toward him.
When the M134, likewise nearly invincible, appeared, the weapon became the last straw to crush the camel's back!
The M134 Vulcan Cannon began to spray with its torrent of metal at this time. Its pitch-black barrels sprayed with red flashes. The deafening sound of gunfire represented Qin Fen's pain toward the expenditure of money.
Qin Fen could no longer do what he did in the past, which was to use only a single bullet to kill a single person. With a firing speed of six thousand rounds a minute, even a supercomputer could not achieve using a single bullet per enemy kill.
Qin Fen didn't need to do anything like using a single bullet for each kill when faced with the crowded street. He just needed to start sweeping in a fan-shaped manner. This was enough!
Flesh and blood suddenly flew through the air of the streets. The metal torrent could easily shred corpses into pieces, turning them into mincemeat! It was quite normal for the bullets to pierce through one person, then a second, then a third.
One person hid behind a wall, seeking to use the wall to block the crazy torrent of metal. He was mistakened, however, having watched far too many movies. He believed that all he needed to do was hide behind a wall, and the bullets would at most pitter-patter against the wall and lose their effectiveness.
However, even if you hid behind two feet of solid earth, a true M134 could pierce through the solid and through your body.
The torrent of metal simply shattered the wall to pieces and penetrated the man taking cover, letting him know the true power of the firearm.
The sweeping fire lasted a mere half a minute, and the once incomparably bustling street sank into a deathly silence.
There had been nearly six hundred people on the street, and now fifty people was all that remained. These were the smart ones who had chosen to drop to the ground in the first instance.
Li Mo hid in the very back, his entire self truly stupefied. He never expected the situation to turn out like this at all. Thirty-Six Hours only used martial arts in the rumors. So it turned out that Thirty-Six Hours had reached such perfection in using guns as well.
Thirty-Six Hours was an incomparably stingy money-sucking vampire in the legends, yet he actually bled money to buy an M134, a weapon so expensive that it made one want to vomit.
There was something that Li Mo found even more unimaginable. The M134 was totally not a weapon that could be operated by a single man, yet Thirty-Six Hours could actually operate it by himself with such proficiency.
The M134 Vulcan Cannon stopped roaring by now. The one who lay on the ground didn't dare move an inch. Everyone knew that the M134 Vulcan Cannon, with its buzzing motor, could let any one of them taste the great feast of the metal torrent at any time.
Rumble....
The door to Dragon Hall, which had long since been pierced by thousands of bullets, was opened. The warriors of Dragon Hall, which had been on the defense all this time, all wielded their weapons and rushed out.
It was now time for them to strike back! There was no need to be afraid of those who resurrected after they died! Their guns had dropped down to the ground due to their deaths, so they were now weaponless!
A recruit raised his gun and arrived before a besieger who lay on the ground. The recruit mocked the besieger "Brother, let me tell you some good news right now. You have been taken captive. You can pay half the resurrection fee to have your life back. Of course, if you want to donate some paper bills to this Thirty-Six Hours's bloodsucking system, then I don't mind wasting a bullet."
Qin Fen walked past the recruit, giving him a firm thumbs up. He really had spent far too much money in this battle, so he would make a little bit of money where he could.
Li Mo was dragged before Qin Fen like the other besiegers. Qin Fen looked at him."I seldom let money escape from my hands, so you should feel incomparably honored because you are the first that had made me have different thoughts about money. You are the first who made me put money into action."
As his voice fell, the muzzle of the M134 Vulcan Cannon in Qin Fen's hands heavily smashed Li Mo's skull to pieces.
Qin Fen really hated this man too much. This man didn't have any courage. This man didn't have any boldness. This man didn't have any strength. All he had was an act where he believed himself to be infallible.
But it was such a man without any strength, without any boldness, without any courage, that made them suffer the greatest economic loss of his life.
"Old Qin, you might not suffer losses this time." Zhang Xiangyang beamed as he pointed to the guns on the ground."There are several hundreds of them. Sell all of them to the store, and together their worth will be more expensive than your M134 Vulcan Cannon."
Qin Fen smiled. The black ugly metal on the ground now turned into brilliant rays of light like that of gold.
"What about Du Peng?" Qin Fen suddenly thought about this comrade of his.
Zhang Xiangyang shrugged his shoulders. He smirked as he said, "The battle has ended. So, he has left."
"So, it is like this...." Qin Fen chuckled. They would have to take part in special training together in the future. There was no need to be anxious for the moment.
The members of Dragon Hall were all relaxed now. They were cleaning the battlefield when suddenly an amplified voice of roaring anger rang through the street.
As the roar arrived, all of Dragon Hall looked to the entrance to the street. Their gazes were filled with the shock of disbelief.
Everyone Dragon Hall revealed a particular expression in this moment. It was the same expression that the besiegers had when they saw Qin Fen fish out the M134 Vulcan Cannon.
It was a mobile armor! A mobile armor had appeared at the entrance to the street! It was an ancient secondhand mobile armor!
Using the caterpillar track as the form of movement, the speed of the armor was extremely fast. Sitting inside it was none other than Li Mo who Qin Fen had killed with a gun.
"Qin Fen! I am staking it all against you!"
Li Mo's eyes were covered in blood. He hated Qin Fen! If this monstrous Thirty-Six Hours had not appeared, he would never have received Dragon Hall's sign. He would never have been looked down upon for his cowardice. Naturally, he would never have thought to take advantage of someone and be beaten to death. He would never have become the laughing stock of the four-star forums. And naturally, the matter of large quantities of members leaving his sect would've never happened.
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