Rat-tat-tat!

A storm of dense metal bullets set off a crimson hurricane!

This is a war!

The Black Rasha and the others do not know what they are facing.

They will face the completely transformed members of the Wildfire Gang.

After long-term training, the marksmanship and awareness of the Wildfire Gang and the Hunters are now beyond what these ordinary gangsters can compare with.

To put it bluntly, the gangs in the Upper City District are like middle school students compared to kindergarteners in the Lower City District.

The sound of assault rifles echoes, as dense bullets fly, as lives are mercilessly harvested, as blood begins to erupt, and a stage is laid with a carpet of blood, as one corpse after another becomes the perfect sacrifice for this hunting ceremony.

The declaration of war was complete at this moment.

The Black Rakshasa Gang and the other factions were caught off guard, wails rose one after another, and as the fierce gunfire began to weave together, most gang members had already been scared out of their wits.

The ragged firearms in their hands began to shoot wildly, missing completely at close range, as the Wildfire Gang members who had already taken cover started shooting in a crisscross pattern.

Instead, their companions in close proximity were shot beyond recognition!

A sniper team led by Chana, each equipped with a sniper rifle similar to the world-famous Mosin Nagant.

Although these rifles are not as advanced as the high-precision snipers developed later, in this apocalypse, their performance is strong enough to do the job.

And they are extremely precious!

Only some mercenary teams can afford to buy them in the gang. Few are willing to purchase such expensive rifles to organize a sniper team.

Only Chen Che understands how much the regular army is a dimensional reduction blow to these gangs.

He spared no expense in buying high-performance weapons, purchasing sniper rifles capable of long-range assassinations.

Also, he spent a lot of money buying ammunition to let them vent.

To train these people's marksmanship.

This was all for this moment.

The entire world is interwoven with black, white, and gray.

There is no absolute black, nor absolute white, but exquisite gray.

Chen Che wants to set sail in this gray, to blaze a wide-open road in this gray.

The most terrifying means are naturally required.

The road to fame in the apocalypse is paved with bones and blood.

Build stairs with bones, lay red carpets with blood.

Step by step to the top of the world.

In order to gain the ambition for power.

In Chana's hand, holding a sniper rifle, each rifle even equipped with a silencer, maximizing the reduction of muzzle flash and loud gunfire.

Leaving the panicked gang members below unable to calmly think—where exactly are the snipers killing them from?

All the snipers felt a deadly thrill at this moment known as dimensional reduction strike.

Pulling the bolt, squeezing the trigger, reaping a life.

Then repeating this action.

Every gunshot, at least, takes a person's life.

The whole scene can almost be described as a one-sided massacre.

Bucher's pupils trembled in the hail of bullets, his eyes scattered, completely terrified, and in less than 30 seconds of engagement, a large number of his men had fallen. Everywhere he looked, there was only corpses and blood.

Bucher had thought the Wildfire Gang would be prepared and ambush them.

But Bucher was familiar with the Wildfire Gang and did not care, because he knew their firepower configuration, knew their marksmanship, and believed that even if ambushed.

The Black Rakshasa Gang's immense strength would allow them to counterattack in an instant.

At worst, a few dogs would die, but they would definitely kill off the disobedient Wildfire Gang dogs.

However, the current scene was beyond his imagination.

The Wildfire Gang had somehow circled behind them, blocking all their retreat, forming a bizarre encirclement, and every person's marksmanship was frighteningly precise.

The suppression of firepower, the harvest from sniper rifles.

Bucher watched the terrifying tactical movements clearly, like the Grim Reaper lifting his scythe and slashing down brutally.

The Black Rasha was even more panicked, only able to hold Bucher behind a cover, not daring to even lift his head.

The Wildfire Gang's firepower had locked onto their position, continually suppressing them with controlled bursts.

Should they rise, they would instantly be riddled with bullets!

The terrifying firepower kept their heads down.

A grenade spun through the air, fell, and landed precisely in the deep side of the building where they hid.

Upon hearing the grenade fall.

The Black Rasha felt every pore in his body expanding, the shadow of death looming above.

He decisively grabbed Bucher and rolled to the side.

The moment he rolled out, he heard the deafening explosion, the grenade's shockwave slashed his face as if a knife were cutting through it, and the intense explosion sent hot waves crashing down on him, feeling as though a burning log was slapped onto his face.

Both painful and scorching.

His vital energy churned inside.

In the next instant, he felt several bullets pierce into his body, penetrating his flesh with an intense, heart-wrenching pain.

The Black Rasha let out a screech.

"Fuck your mother!"

At that moment, the Black Rasha made an extremely decisive decision.

He decisively abandoned Bucher in place, bursting with immense strength, and began to flee.

He is the Transcendent.

He is a Taotie Species Transcendent of the first order from the Flesh and Blood Calamity, capable of ignoring a portion of pain, his physique is

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