Chapter 442 - 432: Butcher!
BANG!
BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
This was a completely unexpected turn of events. No one would have thought they would be attacked while traveling like this!
"Damn it! Fucking Japanese bastards!"
Inside the Rolls-Royce, at the moment of impact, Xiaoqi let out a furious roar.
Confronted with the sudden assault, the driver instinctively jerked the steering wheel, trying to maneuver the car out of the ambush. But how could their well-prepared attackers give them such an opportunity?
Ahead on both sides, several large SUVs slammed on their brakes, completely cutting off the Rolls-Royce’s escape route! All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
"Boss!" the driver shouted in panic, looking back.
"It’s nothing!" Xiaoqi said, waving a hand, his face a mask of fury. He then turned to Qin Fan and Hua Xiaotian. "Master Qin, Master Hua! My apologies, we’ve made a spectacle of ourselves right after you’ve arrived!"
"It’s fine. Perhaps they were targeting Master Hua and me. You were merely caught in the crossfire," Qin Fan said with an unconcerned smile.
From start to finish, he never once glanced out the window. He knew that since Xiaoqi dared to travel so openly, he must have had precautions in place.
Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, the escort vehicles in front of and behind the Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt. The doors were flung open, and the black-clad guards rushed out, guns in hand.
At the same time, nearly twenty masked men leaped from the vehicles that had rammed the Rolls-Royce and immediately opened fire with AK-47s.
"Son of a bitch! Those Japanese bastards are using AKs on the streets of Tokyo!" Xiaoqi lost his composure upon seeing the scene outside the window.
His agitation was not without reason. Compared to AK-47s, their pistols were mere fire sticks. Xiaoqi’s guards had barely stepped out of their cars before they were met with a hail of gunfire from nearly twenty AK-47s.
The relentless RAT-A-TAT-TAT of the guns never ceased. The interwoven muzzle flashes and the cacophony of fierce gunfire brought the entire road to a paralyzed standstill. On both sides of the street, the horrified screams of fleeing citizens rang out endlessly.
Amid the chaos, the masked men showed no restraint. Armed to the teeth, they advanced relentlessly on Xiaoqi’s security team. The sound of gunfire never ceased. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The sound of bullets continuously hammered against the car bodies.
In a single instant, more than half of Xiaoqi’s guards had fallen. The masked men, however, remained completely unscathed. It was no wonder. In their fully-armed kits, even their masks were bulletproof. A mere pistol had no chance of taking them down.
"Master Hua, feel like having some fun?" Qin Fan asked with a smile inside the Rolls-Royce.
"Do we have a choice?" Hua Xiaotian replied.
"Good. Let the slaughter begin!"
With that, Qin Fan slapped the inside of his car door. Simultaneously, Hua Xiaotian did the same.
BOOM!
With a deafening roar, the two doors flew off the car, one to the left and one to the right. They soared through the air and slammed squarely into two of the assailants. The impact sent the attackers flying more than ten meters away.
This sudden twist in what they had considered a foolproof operation stunned the masked assailants into a momentary pause. That single instant of faltering only hastened their demise.
The instant Qin Fan and Hua Xiaotian leaped from the Rolls-Royce, they blurred into a series of afterimages. No one could track their speed. The masked assailants holding AKs fell one after another, cut down by the streaking afterimages.
CLANG!
With the sound of the final bullet striking the Rolls-Royce’s bulletproof window, the world fell silent. The gunfire had ceased.
On the right side, where Hua Xiaotian had acted, there wasn’t a single drop of blood, yet all the masked attackers lay on the ground, devoid of life.
On the left, however, the side where Qin Fan had struck was transformed into a gruesome canvas of blood pools. Men with their heads twisted clean off. Men with their skulls smashed by a single slap. Men split in half. They were everywhere.
What does it mean to be mutilated beyond recognition? This was the textbook definition. From his attacks, not a single corpse remained whole. A disgusting mixture of red and white matter and severed limbs filled the air with an unbearable, surging stench. There were even heads still rolling slowly on the ground, their dead eyes wide open.
The scene was a veritable Purgatory in the Human World! No, this was even more demonic, a true Shura’s battlefield!
"AHHH!!!"
"BLEAGH!!!"
"OH-NO!!!"
On the street, drivers trapped by the firefight screamed hysterically as they witnessed the aftermath. The sound of vomiting erupted from car after car. Every person who saw the scene ahead lost their composure—no, that was an understatement. Not a single one could stop themselves from throwing up.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, the middle-aged Xiaoqi stared at the horrific scene, his face turning deathly pale. The violent trembling of his facial muscles revealed the intense turmoil raging within him. Although he was a former Martial Artist and a member of the Guardian Institute, he had never witnessed such a method of killing.
A butcher! He’s a complete and utter butcher!
"Did I scare you?" Qin Fan sat back down in the Rolls-Royce, not a drop of blood on him. He looked at the utterly shocked Xiaoqi with a playful smile.
"Gulp... Gulp..." Xiaoqi swallowed hard several times before speaking. "Master Qin, I have never seen anyone die like that before!" As he spoke, the muscles in his face continued to tremble uncontrollably.
Glancing at the Shura-like scene to his left, Hua Xiaotian couldn’t help but reveal a slight, gratified smile. The more ruthlessly, the more like a Shura, he slaughtered those devils, the more it proved that Qin Fan’s heart was with Huaxia. It showed he remembered Huaxia’s history of humiliation. A Qin Fan like this allowed him to breathe a small sigh of relief.
"You’ll get used to it in time. Heh... Let’s go!" Glancing at Hua Xiaotian, who had sat down after him, Qin Fan shook his head and smiled faintly.
"Right, right, right!" Still shaken, Xiaoqi repeated himself several times. Only then did he order the ashen-faced driver, who was desperately trying not to vomit, to drive.
Missing two doors and covered in dents, its body completely deformed, the Rolls-Royce slowly pulled away under the control of its terrified driver. Behind them, they left a Shura’s field littered with piles of corpses.
This battle, this firefight, was destined to be recorded in the annals of Tokyo’s history.
Shortly after the Rolls-Royce departed, the sound of wailing sirens converged on the epicenter of the incident. The chaos on the road and on the sidewalks did not subside with the end of the battle. If anything, it grew even more intense.
When police cars arriving from all directions had cordoned off the area, the Japanese police officers who stepped out first stared in stunned silence. Then, they bent over and began to vomit uncontrollably. It didn’t matter if they were seasoned old-timers or green rookies—there were no exceptions.
Such a horrific, Shura-like scene was something they had never witnessed. Not even a movie could depict such a terrifying, bloody slaughterhouse.