nucmednet Chapter 639 Handling Guns: Meng Chuan Isn't Good at It
Chapter 639 Handling Guns: Meng Chuan Isn't Good at It
The darkness was as black as ink, completely engulfing the abandoned viaduct.
The moment the car lights went out, everyone's retinas were still blinded by the bright light.
It was as if countless fireflies were dancing in front of me, yet I couldn't see anything clearly.
The wind howled and howled as it passed through the broken steel bars.
Meng Chuan gripped the unfamiliar pistol tightly, the cold metallic touch coming from his fingertips.
But it ignited the passion within him even more.
Meng Chuan didn't know when he had become so warlike.
It seems that the more he is in the midst of such a crisis of gunfire, the more passionate he becomes.
Surprisingly, there wasn't much panic.
Meng Chuan listened intently.
In the darkness, the sounds of the assassins' breathing and the faint clicking of guns could be heard.
Even the sound of someone swallowing nervously could be clearly heard.
"Looks like Deadpool is afraid of death too!"
Meng Chuan chuckled to himself.
Do you have a lighter?
Meng Chuan suddenly turned to the bull who was cowering beside him and asked.
Meng Chuan doesn't smoke, but if I remember correctly, Bulls do.
"You... what time is it...?"
The bull was now covered in sweat and looked extremely flustered.
Although he's usually quite fierce.
However, they were cornered on a broken bridge by a dozen armed assassins.
Fortunately, there was an armored car that could be used as cover.
Otherwise, they would have been riddled with bullets long ago.
Even so, the bull had no desire to smoke anymore.
If the standoff continues until dawn, they will undoubtedly die.
Therefore, when Meng Chuan asked for fire, even the bull couldn't help but curse.
Before Bull could even utter a curse, Meng Chuan pressed a gun against his forehead.
"If you utter another word of nonsense, I won't hesitate to blow your head off!"
Meng Chuan stared coldly at the bull.
The bull immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
First of all, he and Meng Chuan didn't get along.
At this moment, it was because of him that Meng Chuan was put in danger.
He truly had no doubt that Meng Chuan might shoot him dead.
Therefore, he hurriedly rummaged through his pockets.
They actually found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes soaked in sweat.
"Shengnan, is there any alcohol in the car? Strong liquor!"
Meng Chuan held his lighter, ignoring the crumpled cigarette that Bull offered him.
Instead, he turned to Ruan Shengnan and asked.
"There's a refrigerator in the car, and there's a bottle of Moutai inside."
Ruan Shengnan told the truth.
"I come!"
Yingdie was incredibly clever; she immediately understood Meng Chuan's meaning.
She opened the driver's side door and took a bottle of Moutai liquor from the refrigerator in the armrest box.
"clever."
Meng Chuan smiled, then tore off a small strip of cloth from his clothes and hung it over the mouth of the bottle.
"I'll make a Molotov cocktail and throw it out in a bit. You're in charge of counting it, kill as many as you can."
As Meng Chuan struggled to stuff the cloth strips into his clothes, he said:
"Shengnan, do you think you can find an opportunity to fire a few rounds into the gas tanks of those motorcycles?"
Now no one dares to make any rash moves or get close.
Even from a distance of more than ten meters, everyone was blind.
However, as long as Meng Chuan throws out a Molotov cocktail, it can draw attention to Meng Chuan's side.
After doing everything, Meng Chuan finally lit the Molotov cocktail.
With a sudden flick of his wrist, the Molotov cocktail whistled through the darkness and landed precisely in the middle of the assassins.
"boom!"
The crisp sound of shattering glass exploded, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol.
The flames instantly licked the air, illuminating half of the broken bridge as if it were daytime.
The figures of the dozen or so assassins were clearly visible in the firelight, their expressions of shock and ferocity clearly reflected.
The shadow butterfly moved faster than the firelight.
Almost at the same second that the Molotov cocktail exploded, five soft shots rang out from the silenced pistol in her hand.
The five assassins, who were about to raise their guns, fell to the ground.
"Pretty!"
Meng Chuan gave a low shout and also raised his gun to aim.
Yingdie is not only highly skilled in combat, but her marksmanship is also comparable to that of a sharpshooter.
Meng Chuan also locked onto an assassin who was retreating behind cover.
The finger pulled the trigger—but the bullet grazed the other man's arm, hitting the steel bars and sending sparks flying.
Meng Chuan frowned slightly. Sure enough, this gun was not in Meng Chuan's area of expertise.
But Meng Chuan still tried to aim and fire.
Meng Chuan only managed to hit one person after emptying the magazine, and it's unclear whether he died or not.
On the other side, Ruan Shengnan had already set up her gun. The moment the flash appeared, her gaze locked onto the group of motorcycles lying haphazardly on the ground not far away.
"Bang! Boom!"
After firing many shots, she finally managed to blow open the fuel tank of the motorcycle on the far edge.
The gasoline leak was instantly ignited by flames, and another huge fire rose up, blocking half of the assassins' escape route.
"court death!"
The lead assassin let out a low growl; he had a scar on his face.
It looked particularly fierce in the firelight.
He grabbed his comrade who had just been shot but was still alive and threw him directly into the burning fire.
"Pfft-"
His companion fell into the fire and let out a painful howl.
The companion, whose body was ablaze, instinctively tried to get up.
But the scarred man in the lead fired a second shot.
The screams of his companions abruptly ceased, and the corpses temporarily extinguished some of the flames.
"Ah! I don't want to die!"
The other young assassin, who was still alive, was terrified by the scene. Just as he was about to run in the opposite direction, the scarred assassin shot him in the leg.
"Use your useless body to make a contribution!"
The scarred assassin grinned maliciously and kicked the wailing man into the fire.
The two bodies did indeed reduce the fire's intensity.
But how easy is it to extinguish a flame made of Moutai and gasoline?
The remaining flames still licked the ground, distorting the assassins' shadows.
Upon seeing this, the scarred assassin roared:
"Get down! Use the cars and corpses as cover! Open fire!"
A burst of gunfire suddenly erupted, bullets whizzing past Meng Chuan and the others, striking the armored vehicle with dull thuds.
But they had clearly lost their method and were just shooting blindly based on their instincts, and the bullets in their magazines were visibly decreasing.
Meng Chuan and his two companions huddled behind the car, listening as the enemy's gunfire gradually thinned out and finally stopped completely.
"They're out of bullets."
"Shadow Butterfly whispered."
Actually, Shadow Butterfly's gun was out of bullets.
Although they had three guns, each gun only had seven rounds in its magazine.
Yingdie just ordered five people in one go.
Ruan Shengnan's gun will not have more than two bullets in it.
Meng Chuan threw away the empty gun in his hand and picked up a broken steel bar from the ground.
The cut of the steel bar is unusually sharp.
"It's time to get close."
Meng Chuan flexed his wrists; he had been holding back a lot of energy.
“Young Master… I’ll go first. Hall Master Ruan Shengnan, you’ll cover for the Young Master and don’t fire your gun lightly.”
Yingdie spoke first.
She could sense the fire burning within Meng Chuan's heart.
It's good to vent.
Besides, continuing like this is not an option, as no one knows if the assassin will receive reinforcements.
This place is not safe to stay any longer; we must deal with these assassins as soon as possible.
But she couldn't let Meng Chuan take the risk.
As for Ruan Shengnan, she is not good at hand-to-hand combat, but she has a gun.
Shadow Butterfly must be wary of assassins and bullets.
We must keep her here to keep things under control.
"I'm not that precious, let's go together..."
Meng Chuan smiled bloodthirstyly.
But Shadow Butterfly had already rushed out under the cover of night...