MMB Chapter 1507 Too Arrogant
Chapter 1507 Too Arrogant
The military knife in Chen Jun's hand had just slit the throat of an armed man, and hot blood spurted out, staining half of his cheek and clothes red.
He remained unmoved, his eyes as cold as iron. With a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained military knife flew out of his hand like an arrow, leaving a sharp, cold glint in the air. With a "thud," it pierced the neck of another armed man who was aiming his gun with perfect precision!
The man's body stiffened abruptly, the gun in his hand clattered to the ground, and he futilely clutched his bleeding neck with both hands, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief, before collapsing backward.
At the same time, Chen Jun kept moving and his body rolled swiftly to the side and forward. The bullets whizzed past his back, hitting the carpet and the wall and kicking up a cloud of debris.
As he rolled, his fingers hooked onto the sling of an assault rifle that had fallen to the ground. The moment he stood up, the gun was firmly in his hand!
"Da da da da...!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the muzzle spat out a blazing tongue of fire! Bullets rained down like a deluge of death, sweeping across the remaining, terrified militants in the corridor!
The narrow corridor instantly transformed into a raging inferno of metal! Decorative paintings on the walls were shattered, light bulbs exploded one after another, and fragments mingled with gunpowder smoke and the stench of blood, scattering everywhere. Screams, groans, the sound of bullets piercing flesh, the heavy thuds of bodies falling to the ground... all intertwined into a chilling symphony.
The gunshots echoed like popping beans for a good ten seconds before gradually subsiding.
As the smoke slowly dissipated, it revealed a scene of utter devastation in the corridor. The once pristine white walls and light-colored carpet were now riddled with bullet holes and gruesome bloodstains, resembling a brutal work of art by an abstract painter. Several corpses lay sprawled on the floor in various contorted positions, blood gushing out and pooling into small, dark red puddles on the carpet. The air was thick with the pungent, almost suffocating, acrid smell of rust and gunpowder.
Chen Jun stood amidst the bloodshed, slightly panting, wisps of smoke still rising from the muzzle of his assault rifle. He coldly glanced at his "masterpiece," his face expressionless, as if the brief but intense slaughter had been nothing more than casually cleaning up a few annoying cockroaches.
He snorted coldly, casually threw the empty magazine of his rifle on the ground, turned around, and prepared to leave this place of trouble.
However, just as he turned and took a step—
At the end of the corridor, at the corner leading to the stairwell, a tall and burly figure appeared, carrying something that made Chen Jun's pupils suddenly shrink!
RPG-7 rocket launcher!
The dark, robust launch tube, bathed in the dim light at the end of the corridor, exuded a chilling aura of death. The armed man carrying it wore a ferocious and triumphant smile, seemingly already anticipating the horrific scene of his target being torn to shreds by the rocket in the next second.
"Damn it..." Even Chen Jun, a veteran of countless battles, couldn't help but curse in his mind at this moment.
This is outrageous! This is a hotel! A residential building! They even brought out a rocket launcher?! These desperados have completely lost their minds for that hundred million dollars, utterly disregarding the consequences!
There's no time to think, no time to curse!
The moment Chen Jun saw the rocket launcher, the militant had already pulled the trigger!
"call out--!"
The rocket's tail spewed out dazzling flames and thick smoke, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, leaving a long trail as it hurtled straight toward Chen Jun in the middle of the corridor at an astonishing speed! At such close range, the rocket arrived almost instantly!
The narrow corridor offered nowhere to hide! Retreat? Too late! Dodge to the sides? The walls were solid, and there were no doors to break down!
At the critical moment, Chen Jun's fighting instincts and superhuman physical abilities led him to make a response that seemed suicidal yet incomprehensible to outsiders!
He did not retreat, nor did he try to find the almost non-existent cover!
Instead, he suddenly pushed off the ground, his body like a cannonball, charging forward head-on towards the incoming rocket!
It wasn't a straight-line collision; instead, at the moment of launch, his body suddenly leaned backward, almost parallel to the ground! At the same time, his legs and waist unleashed terrifying power, causing his entire body to glide at an extremely low angle, like a skateboarder, towards the direction from which the rocket was coming, pressed against the smooth carpet!
All of this happened in a fraction of a second! So fast that it exceeded the limits of human vision!
"wipe--!"
The rocket, carrying scorching heat and destructive kinetic energy, whistled past Chen Jun, who was lying on his back less than 20 centimeters from the ground, its tail flames and shockwaves instantly charring his clothes and leaving his skin burning with pain!
Then--
"Boom!!!"
A deafening, terrifying explosion erupted deep in the corridor behind Chen Jun! An orange-red fireball, accompanied by a terrifying shockwave, slammed into the walls and ceiling at the end of the corridor like an invisible giant hammer! The entire building shook violently! All the glass windows, wall lamps, and fire hydrant casings in the corridor shattered and crumbled simultaneously! A scorching blast wave, carrying rubble, glass shards, and burning debris, surged back down the corridor like a tsunami!
Chen Jun could even feel a huge force pushing against his back, almost causing him to lose control of his gliding trajectory!
"This...an illusion? Impossible!!!"
At the end of the corridor, the militant who had just fired his rocket launcher and was eagerly anticipating seeing his target blown to pieces froze in horror, his expression turning to utter disbelief and bewilderment! His eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost, watching the figure who should have been certain death somehow defy the laws of physics, gliding along the ground past the rocket's trajectory, and then, a short distance in front of him, unharmed… continuing to glide? Even… raising his gun?!
Yes!
Just as the gliding was about to end and his body was about to stop rubbing against the ground, Chen Jun suddenly raised a pistol that he had somehow gotten into his hand! The muzzle was pointed directly at the stunned rocket operator who hadn't yet fully recovered from the shock and recoil of the rocket launcher!
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”
Chen Jun's eyes were icy cold, and his finger, pulling the trigger, remained steady without the slightest tremor! A torrent of angry bullets rained down on the rocket operator's chest and head!
“Puff, puff, puff…!”
Blood splattered all over the militant's body! He was forced back, his body crashing heavily against the wall behind him, then slowly sliding down the wall, leaving a long, shocking trail of blood and brain matter on the white surface... an "abstract oil painting".
Even in death, the horrified expression of someone who had seen a ghost remained on his face.
"Damn it! They've even brought rocket launchers! Is this never going to end?!" Chen Jun scrambled to his feet, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and cursed under his breath. He could clearly sense, through the "hacker space" warning, that more and more malicious life signals were rapidly gathering on this floor from downstairs, and possibly even from the building next door.
It seems this hotel, and even this entire area, has been infiltrated or surrounded by desperate criminals blinded by the bounty. I admit I was a bit too daring before, underestimating the incredible allure of one hundred million US dollars in a place like southern Vietnam.
We can't stay any longer! We must evacuate immediately! Take advantage of the chaos and fight our way out!
Chen Jun quickly picked up an AK-47 with bullets still inside from beside a corpse, and then took several magazines from another corpse and stuffed them into his pocket. He ignored the mess and corpses in the corridor, and, gun in hand, strode towards the stairwell!
As soon as I reached the stairwell, I heard hurried and chaotic footsteps and hushed shouts from below, clearly indicating that someone was rushing up the stairs.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Jun abruptly stopped at the corner of the stairs, turned sideways, and thrust his gun out, aiming at the area within his "line of sight" on the stairs below. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger!
"Da da da da...!"
Bullets rained down like a deluge! The narrow stairwell instantly became a death trap! The first few, caught off guard, screamed as they were hit and tumbled down like gourds, knocking down those behind them. Shouts, curses, and screams filled the air.
Chen Jun emptied a magazine, and before he could even see the results, he immediately ducked back, changed magazines, and then suddenly darted out from behind the corner, moving quickly down the stairs while continuously firing at any suspicious movement below!
His movements were swift and precise; each pause in firing perfectly suppressed the firepower below, and each move utilized the turns of the stairs as cover.
Blood splattered on the stairs, and corpses tumbled down. Chen Jun, like a god of death from hell, relentlessly slaughtered his way down from the fourth floor to the third, the second…
The guests on other floors had already been alerted. Terrified screams, cries, and frantic running sounds came from behind the closed or half-open doors, but no one dared to actually run out.