Warm liquid splattered all over his face, carrying a heavy metallic scent.
“Kill him!”
“Focus fire on him! Turn that Asian kid into a sieve for me!”
His remaining rationality told him that the only way to survive now was to eliminate that young man with the uncanny marksmanship at all costs.
Otherwise, the seven hundred thousand US dollars he was offered as a bounty would only become burial money for him.
Stimulated by both the hefty reward and the threat of death, the rebels erupted in one last frenzy.
They no longer just passively formed human shields; instead, they aimed all their muzzles at the dilapidated car where Wang Yu was hiding.
“Da da da da da!”
Bullets struck the car body, sending out a series of sparks.
Allen, in the distance, had just poked out half his head when a stray bullet grazed his scalp, leaving a scorching bullet hole in the car body behind him.
He flinched, his neck retracting, and cold sweat instantly broke out.
“Holy crap… this firepower is too intense…”
William’s face was grim as he closely watched the battle.
“Stop complaining, our pressure is much less.”
He calmly analyzed, “That kid, by himself, drew all the hatred from the other side.”
“This is more than just less pressure!” Allen patted his chest, still shaken, then grinned, his tone a mix of relief at surviving a disaster and wild joy at striking gold.
“Boss, honestly, we really stepped in dog poop luck this time—no, we dug up a gold mine! This brother is practically a mobile firepower-attracting cheat!”
William didn't argue.
He looked at the area shrouded in bullet rain, his eyes complex.
Indeed, they had struck gold.
A freak who could change the tide of battle single-handedly.
At this moment, Wang Yu, suppressed by the hail of bullets, leaned against the bullet-riddled car body, clearly feeling the vibrations from each impact.
The whistling of bullets cutting through the air filled his ears, and his nostrils were full of the smell of gunpowder and dust.
These elements, which should have inspired fear, only made the blood in his veins flow faster and faster.
In his mind, those two words remained clear.
Mission.
Reward.
He glanced at another destroyed jeep not far away, and an idea wildly grew in his mind.
He couldn't let them escape.
This rebel leader was clearly a ruthless character.
If he were to escape with his remaining forces today, with his vindictive nature, he would definitely set up ambushes on their subsequent path.
That would bring great variables to the mission.
All trouble must be resolved here, in one go!
Wang Yu's gaze locked onto the abandoned car; a severely deformed, bullet-riddled hood was precariously hanging from the front of the vehicle.
He suddenly darted out of cover, and before the rebels could react, he rolled to the side of the abandoned car.
He grabbed the broken hood with both hands, exerted force from his core, and the muscles in his arms instantly tensed!
Accompanied by a low roar and a grating metallic tearing sound, that steel hood, weighing nearly a hundred pounds, was forcibly ripped from the car body by him!
This scene stunned everyone.
The rebels, who were firing wildly, slowed their actions by half a beat.
“What… what is that guy doing?”
Allen in the distance almost had his eyes pop out; he rubbed his eyes hard and stammered to William, “B-boss, I didn’t see wrong, did I? He… he took off the car hood?”
Wang Yu lifted the heavy hood to his chest, took a deep breath, then suddenly spun around, using all his strength to hurl it like a giant frisbee!
“Whoosh—”
The heavy hood, with a whistling sound of cutting through the wind, spun and tumbled, flying towards the densest concentration of rebels!
“What the hell is that!”
The rebel leader looked at the giant black shadow getting closer and closer, scared out of his wits, screaming hysterically, “Shoot! Shoot it down! Quickly!”
“Clang clang clang!”
Bullets wildly struck the spinning hood, splashing a series of sparks, but could only slightly slow its speed, unable to change its trajectory at all.
And just as everyone's attention was drawn to this “flying hood,” Wang Yu moved.
His body was pressed low, and his footsteps were so fast that they left afterimages.
The gun in his hand, at this moment, transformed into the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Wang Yu's figure flickered in and out of the smoke and dust; each appearance was inevitably accompanied by an enemy falling.
This hellish scene finally completely broke the psychological defense of one rebel.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He looked at the ghost-like figure approaching, and fear drowned out his greed for money.
“Ahhh! I’m out! I don’t want the money!”
He shrieked, threw away his gun, and turned to flee this slaughterhouse.
However, he had only run two steps.
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out from behind him.
It wasn't Wang Yu who fired.
It was the rebel leader.
A cloud of blood mist burst from the deserter's back.
The rebel leader's face was ferocious and crazed; he held the still smoking gun and roared at the remaining men:
“Anyone who dares to run again, this is your fate!”
“Hold your ground, all of you! I'm the boss here!”
He tried to use violence and threats to re-cohere the already dispersed morale.
Just as he yelled his last sentence.
“Bang!”
A bloody hole suddenly bloomed on his forehead, and red and white liquids instantly gushed out.
His eyes were wide open, the madness and arrogance within them not yet dissipated, but the breath of life had already vanished without a trace.
He fell straight backward, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
The remaining few rebels stared blankly at their leader's corpse, their minds blank.
The boss… is dead?
The next second, like startled rabbits, they scattered and fled, crying out in terror.
The battle ended.
Wang Yu leaned behind a rock, panting heavily.
Once his extremely tense nerves relaxed, strong after-effects immediately surged up.
The scenes that had been suppressed by his excited emotions were now replaying with extreme clarity in his mind.
The sensation of bullets piercing flesh, the temperature of splattering blood, and the twisted corpses all over the ground… a strong sense of physiological discomfort churned up from his stomach, rushing to his throat.
“Ugh…”
He couldn't hold it back any longer and dry-heaved, leaning against the rock.
Although nothing came out, the feeling of everything turning upside down instantly made his face pale.
This was his first time personally causing such large-scale death.
Even with the system's mission driving him, once everything settled, the deep-seated fear and nausea from his soul still came uncontrollably.
“Hey! Brother! Are you alright!”
Seeing the battle end, Allen immediately ran out from behind cover; he saw Wang Yu's pale face and dry-heaving, and immediately understood.
This was the most common reaction for a newcomer to the battlefield.
With a concerned smile on his face, he opened his arms, intending to give Wang Yu a big hug.
“Don't be nervous, it's like this the first time, you'll be fine after you throw up…”
His arm hadn't even touched Wang Yu.
A hand, firm, reached out and blocked his chest.
“Don't touch me.”
Wang Yu's voice was a bit hoarse, but exceptionally firm.
He forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach.
He slowly straightened his body; aside from his still pale face, no other abnormality could be seen.
Allen's hand awkwardly hung in mid-air, then he sheepishly pulled it back.
Just then, William walked over, his face grim.
He had just finished counting the casualties and was in a very bad mood.
“Nine brothers dead, one jeep totaled. This compensation fund is going to cost me a fortune again.”
He cursed under his breath, but when his gaze fell on Wang Yu, the gloom on his face from the losses instantly vanished, replaced by an unmasked appreciation and relief.
He walked up to Wang Yu and patted his shoulder heavily.
“But, kid, well done!”
“If it weren't for you, none of our twenty-odd men would have survived today.”
William's eyes were burning; he stared at Wang Yu and said word for word, “I, William, keep my word. From now on, you, Wang Yu, are the Vice Leader of our Chi Yun Mercenary Group!”
“Vice… Vice Leader? Boss, you don't have a fever, do you?”
William glared at him, completely ignoring Allen's clamor, and continued to speak to Wang Yu, “From now on, you'll take three-tenths of the net profit from all missions the mercenary group accepts! This is what you earned with your life; you deserve it!”
“With your skills and marksmanship, if you say you're not an ace special forces soldier from some country, I'll be the first to call you a liar!”
Vice Leader?
Three-tenths net profit?
He just wanted to calmly complete the first mission assigned by the system and earn some rewards.
How did he get promoted directly to Vice Leader on his first day of work?