tared at him, sighing in his heart.Lin Bing stopped her steps, and as she came to a halt, the people following her also immediately stopped. They all followed her gaze and looked at Ye Fan.Besides Li...The night in South Africa began to dance on the edge of Death's scythe. The once lively nightlife was abruptly silenced by the sudden sound of gunfire and explosions.

As the first gunshot echoed through the nightclub, Andre's favorite show began. The street transformed into a stage of revelry, a battlefield where flesh and blood flew, and a playground for mercenaries and special forces to unleash their skills.

Here, they were unrestrainedly letting loose their battlefield fervor. They pulled the trigger, and with each "da-da-da-da" of gunfire, they roared with laughter.

They ushered in a wave of revelry, while Death sat above, watching with glee. He wished these nights of revelry would happen every day. He wished the War God would return to the underworld, allowing his scythe to reap enough lives.

In the nightclub, the revelry was still in full swing. Andre's mercenaries quickly overpowered West and his men, leaving them with no chance to fight back. The situation had devolved into a cat-and-mouse game. A group of unscathed mercenaries, armed with guns and cackling with glee, searched for their target, hidden under the table, before delivering a satisfying headshot.

Outside the nightclub, the explosion that had just hit jolted Johnny fully awake. All he could think about now was to escape, as far away as possible.

"Quick... get out of here!" Johnny snarled at the driver, his face contorted with rage.

But the God of War had set a trap, waiting for the fish to take the bait. How could he allow this big fish, Johnny, to escape

"Whoosh!"

With a dull, heavy thud, a bullet tore through the solid car glass and embedded itself with deadly accuracy in the driver's head. His skull exploded instantly, spraying blood and brain matter everywhere.

The car, having lost the driver's control, crashed into the wall beside it with a bang and came to a stop. The driver, covered in blood that stained him like a snowman, lay on the rectangular tray.

A nice headshot!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the stench of blood filled the car. Saville, his face ashen, bent over and vomited at the sight of the driver's mangled body. Johnny, meanwhile, grabbed the Desert Eagle beside him, flung open the car door, and tried to get out.

Because... he knew that staying in the car any longer would only lead to one outcome, death!

After all, he had been the overlord of this city for many years, having experienced countless battles of life and death. Although he was initially stunned, he had already regained his composure at this time. Despite facing heavy casualties, he remained calm.

The most urgent thing to do now is to leave the scene, but absolutely no cars.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Just as Johnny pushed open the door, the last two Bentley cars shot into the air, engulfed in flames, sparks flying everywhere. Johnny was so startled he slammed the car door shut again.

He can't get out of the car anymore, and he doesn't dare to.

"Didn't you say no one was secretly protecting him This...what the hell is going on"

Savage, who had vomited several times due to his fear, roared at Johnny.

"How the hell am I supposed to know!" Johnny roared back, equally terrified, his powerful frame trembling.

The former overlord, at this moment, was so frightened that his face had turned pale. He was no longer imposing and looked as if he were waiting for a verdict.

"Whoosh!"

"Crash!"

Just as his words fell, another bullet pierced the car window and struck Johnny's right hand, which was gripping the gun, with deadly accuracy. Johnny groaned and slumped onto the backseat.

Sniper!

Saviel also seemed to have realized something, and was so frightened that he fell back into the car, trembling all over.

At the same time, gunfire in the nightclub ceased. All of Johnny's men, including West, lay dead in a pool of blood.

Not only did the gunshots cease, but so did the screams. Apart from some brave souls who dashed out of the nightclub, everyone else was either lying on the ground or hiding behind tables and chairs, their faces etched with terror.

The gunfire finally subsided. Andre, leading a group of mercenaries, searched the nightclub for any remaining members of the Golden Fist special forces. If they found any still breathing, they would finish them off. The floor of the club was now stained red with blood. It was in complete disarray, littered with broken glass bottles, shattered chairs, and the bodies of fallen Golden Fist soldiers.

The scene was utterly horrifying, a veritable hell on earth. The Grim Reaper, who had reaped countless lives, licked the blood from his scythe's tip, seemingly unsatisfied.

The sickle just tasted a bit of deliciousness, and now it wants to drink happily.

In a closed private room on the second floor of the Dark Angel nightclub. After seeing the gunfight on the first floor, a disguised ninja made a phone call immediately and whispered, "Johnny and his men were ambushed. The person protecting the Chinese man secretly is Andrei, Russia's number one arms dealer."

From the moment Ye Fan entered the nightclub, this ninja took over this private room. Following the instructions of Jonin Aoki Onoda, he just stayed in the room, waiting for an opportunity to make a move. However, he did not expect that the gun battle would come so suddenly and fiercely. Johnny's King Kong Special Forces were simply no match, being almost instantly slaughtered one-sidedly.

After seeing this, he immediately reported the situation to Aokikono.

"You're looking for an opportunity to leave, don't get caught." With those words, Aoki Ono on the other end of the phone ended the call.

"Bang!"

The ninja had just put his phone away when the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.

The sound reached his ear, and the ninja didn't have time to look back. He drew his handgun from his waist in an instant.

His reaction was not slow, but...

“Whoosh!”

A gunshot rang out, but it wasn't the ninja who fired. He didn't even have time to draw his own pistol.

At the entrance, Shakira wore a black cloak. Smoke still curled from the barrel of the black pistol she held. She was the one who fired it – the only woman in the Holland mercenary group. A killer whose rank was second only to Sebika's.

Shakira didn't kill the ninja with a single shot. Instead, she accurately hit the ninja's wrist. Then, Shakira transformed into a black shadow and swiftly dashed towards the ninja.

"Huff...huff..."

She moved with incredible speed, so fast that a sonic boom was created.

Ninjas are best known for their speed, they are renowned for being fast. But in front of Shakira, this ninja realized that his own speed was nothing compared to hers. It wasn't even worth mentioning. He didn't even have time to react before Shakira appeared beside him.

"Clank!"

Danger approached, but the ninja did not panic. He immediately drew his dagger with his uninjured left hand and lunged at Shakira!

One was a blood-soaked female assassin, the other a three-man ninja group. Shakira's speed left the ninjas dazzled, while at the most crucial moment, the ninja drew his dagger and stabbed it into Shakira's chest...lightly."Well then, what about you" Lin Bingyue looked at Bai Feng.Bai Feng is with Ye Fan and the others, they have three votes, and she casts another one, they can definitely win. Believing this, Xi...