Chapter 536: Bloody Massacre of Daochuan Group

The bullet almost grazed Lin Lang's scalp. His eyes became stern, and he did not retreat but advanced, using the railing next to him to take advantage of the force and leap up.

In the air, Lin Lang adjusted his posture and pointed the gun at Yingting and Chuan.

"Da da da..." Lin Lang fired a string of bullets.

Yingting and Chuan were horrified and quickly dodged to the side, grabbing the body of a younger brother to block the bullet for themselves, but they were still shot in the arm.

However, just as the Daochuan group members all pointed their guns at Lin Lang and were about to pull the trigger to kill him, an incredible scene occurred.

Lin Lang's eyes instantly became deep and mysterious, as if an invisible and powerful force surged out from the depths of his soul and permeated the entire corridor space.

Immediately afterwards, Yingting Hechuan and his men discovered to their horror that the triggers of the guns in their hands seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand and they could not move.

No matter how hard they pulled the trigger, their fingers turned white from excessive force, but the trigger was stuck tightly and did not move at all.

In an instant, the entire corridor seemed to be swallowed up by the silence of death. Only the heavy breathing of the people due to extreme fear and futile struggles clearly echoed in this small space.

That’s right, it was Lin Lang who displayed his mental superpowers beyond ordinary people’s imagination, causing the triggers of the guns in the hands of the Daochuan group members to instantly malfunction, turning them into a pile of scrap metal and making it impossible to fire bullets.

"Baga, what's going on?"

Yingting and Chuan gasped, stunned by this sudden change. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads in an instant, and their backs were already soaked with cold sweat.

At this moment, the air seemed to be frozen, and the faces of the Daochuan group members were filled with astonishment and fear, as if they were in a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

It's so fucking weird!

It's so fucking horrible!

Dozens of guns had collective trigger failures and were unable to fire bullets. Even movies in 2000 didn't dare to shoot like this.

At this moment, the evil members of the Daochuan Group who were standing there in a daze seemed to truly feel that there was a pair of eyes hidden in the dark abyss, coldly watching their every move and ruthlessly controlling their fragile lives.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the faces of the Daochuan group members were filled with shock and astonishment. They had never experienced such a strange and terrifying scene.

In the brief few seconds when the Daochuan group members were stunned by fear, time seemed to stop.

Lin Lang seized the opportunity and without hesitation fired the bullets from his submachine gun like a rainstorm.

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets in the gun barrel were filled with Lin Lang's burning anger and hatred, like a group of roaring tigers, pouncing on the enemy with bared fangs and claws.

Every bullet penetrated the bodies of the Daochuan group members accurately.

In an instant, shocking flowers of blood bloomed on the chests of the Daochuan group members. The screams and the crisp sounds of eggshells falling to the ground intertwined together, as if it was the prelude to death.

Afterwards, the body of the Michikawa Group member who was shot fell backwards limply like a puppet with its strings cut, and fell heavily on the corridor downstairs, making a dull and heart-pounding sound.

The corridor was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood, which mixed together to form a disgusting atmosphere.

Lin Lang changed the magazine quickly and neatly. The whole action was done in one go, smoothly and naturally. His eyes flashed with determination, fearlessness, resoluteness and ruthlessness.

At this moment, Lin Lang was like a deadly killer who had returned from the abyss of hell bathed in blood. He exuded a chilling aura that made people shudder with fear, as if he was the incarnation of death.

The members of the Daochuan Group had just recovered from this strange and terrifying supernatural incident, but the fear in their hearts completely overwhelmed them like a surging tide.

The members of the Daochuan group had no time to retreat or find cover. Although they had guns in their hands, they were unable to fire bullets. They looked at Lin Lang who was shooting with a gun in horror, their eyes full of helplessness and despair. They didn't even have time to react before they were shot and died in a pool of blood.

At this moment, in the eyes of the Daochuan group members, it seemed that Lin Lang was not seeing a human being, but a demon from hell, who was ruthlessly reaping their lives.

After this brief period of calm, this bloody battle once again reached a new climax, and the balance of victory seemed to have begun to tilt towards Lin Lang and Chu Yiren.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, air waves rolled, and the powerful impact force threw the surrounding Daochuan group members around like rag dolls.

Body parts were flying everywhere along with broken bricks and stones and flying dust, and the screams of agony were incessant.

The originally crowded corridor instantly turned into a living hell, with broken limbs and gushing blood everywhere.

The smoke had not yet cleared, and Lin Lang, holding a submachine gun, and Chu Yiren, holding an assault rifle, like the tacit understanding of the Xia version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, raised their guns at the same time and launched a final fatal charge towards the remaining enemies.

The chaebol couple looked particularly brave and fearless against the backdrop of fire and smoke. Amidst flashes of gunfire, bullets swept towards the Daochuan group members like a torrential rain.

Those members of the Daochuan Group who had already been frightened out of their wits had no time to react and could only watch death approaching.

The bullets mercilessly penetrated the bodies of these small-time evil forces, leaving bloody holes on their bodies. The light of life quickly dimmed in their eyes, and they fell one after another on this battlefield filled with blood and despair.

And Yingting Hechuan, the once invincible third generation leader of the Michikawa Group, was now in a desperate situation in the hail of bullets.

Yingting and Chuan stared with their eyes wide open, filled with fear of death and disbelief at everything they saw.

Yingting and Chuan's bodies kept shaking under the impact of bullets. The originally white kimono robe was now soaked in blood and became tattered.

Yingting and Chuan tried to raise the useless gun in their hands to resist, but it was all in vain.

In the end, Yingting and Chuan, who were riddled with bullets, felt their legs go limp and they slowly fell into a pool of blood, their eyes wide open, dying with their eyes open.

The flashes of bullets gleamed in the darkness, and Yingting and Chuan's bodies fell down with the fierce gunfire, ending their sinful lives.

Yingting and Chuan stared with their eyes wide open, as if they were still questioning why fate was so cruel and why his Dokawa Group, which dominated the area, collapsed and turned into nothing in front of these two Avengers.

This thrilling battle finally ended in dead silence.

After the fierce battle, the corridor was filled with suffocating smell of gunpowder, and the pungent smell of gunpowder was intertwined with the smell of blood.

Lin Lang and Chu Yiren looked stern, with determination and resoluteness in their eyes. They knew very well that this operation must be done to root out the evil completely and not leave any trouble behind.

So, after the chaebol couple exchanged glances, they quickly began to check the corridor one by one, leaving no corner unchecked, looking for those evil members of the Daochuan Group who were not yet dead.

When they found an enemy still breathing, they raised their guns without hesitation, aimed at the target, and with the dull sound of gunfire, they ensured that every enemy completely lost the ability to resist and left no one alive.

With the strength of just two people, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren completely eliminated this evil force in this corridor, eliminating future troubles and laying the foundation for subsequent peace.

Inadvertently, Lin Lang's eyes fell on Chu Yiren's bulletproof vest. A bullet was deeply embedded in it, and the metallic luster flashed coldly in the dim light.

Lin Lang's heart couldn't help but tremble violently, and an indescribable feeling of being touched surged into his heart.

Recalling this thrilling gunfight with a huge disparity in numbers, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren fought side by side against hundreds of people from the Daochuan Group. However, Chu Yiren was as brave as any man and had no intention of retreating.

Chu Yiren followed Lin Lang closely and charged forward alternately. They acted as each other's eyes behind their backs as they shuttled through the hail of bullets.

Every time Chu Yiren pulled the trigger, she did so with fearless courage and decisiveness. Her determined eyes and neat movements made her seem like a cold-blooded female agent who was not at all intimidated by the enemy's numerical advantage.

Lin Lang removed the bullet that was deeply embedded in Chu Yiren's bulletproof vest. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an unruly smile.

"Wife, this bullet embedded in your bulletproof vest is a testimony to our life-threatening love. I want to keep this bullet as a souvenir."

Chu Yiren turned her head, her sweat-soaked hair sticking to her cheeks, her eyes revealing the joy after revenge and the excitement brought by the battle.

"Husband, you have never been a soldier, nor have you received any special operations training. Why are you such an accurate shooter?" There was some doubt in Chu Yiren's eyes.

Lin Lang could only lie and say, "I am an avid fan of the online shooting game "Assault OL". In the game, players can operate hundreds of light weapons from all over the world."

"And in the Half-Life game that started public beta last year, I am a top expert in gun shooting games that kills people without leaving any trace."

Chu Yiren replied in obvious disbelief: "Nonsense, the gunfights in the game are like children playing house, how can they be the same as the desperate street fights in reality?"

Lin Lang replied perfunctorily: "What's the difference?"

"Your husband is a genius. He is very good at everything he learns. It is not advisable to stay in a place of trouble for long. Honey, it is time for us to evacuate the Daochuan Group headquarters building."

Chu Yiren was skeptical after hearing this. She looked at her boyfriend Lin Lang as if he were a monster and asked with her head tilted, "Husband, don't lie to me. Are you a retired top killer?"

Lin Lang, holding a PP2000 submachine gun, shrugged and said self-deprecatingly: "Wife, you really think highly of me."

"If it wasn't for the Daochuan group's assassination of me, our car would have been ambushed by a motorcycle killer and crashed into the lake, almost killing you, my wife. I was eager to avenge you, and I would have worked with you to slaughter the Daochuan group and kill the mastermind. Normally, I can't even bear to kill a chicken."

Chu Yiren is not stupid, of course she can see that Lin Lang is playing the pig to eat the tiger.

However, Chu Yiren did not waste time arguing. Instead, after bloodbathed the Daochuan Group headquarters, she and Lin Lang quickly evacuated the place of trouble.

The figures of the chaebol couple gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only the Daochuan Group's headquarters building filled with the breath of death and endless legends.