133 Invincibility Needs No Reason (Fifth update! Bonus chapter for 60 monthly votes!)
Fuck!
Boom!
The thunderous roar of an RPG explosion instantly ignited the blood surging through his veins, tightening his nerves.
Boom!
Boom!
More than five rockets were fired in a volley. If they hadn't inadvertently sensed the danger and taken simple precautions in advance, several of the operatives, including Will, would likely have been blown to pieces.
Even so.
When the first wave of the assault ended and Will struggled to his feet, feeling dizzy, he discovered that one man had had half his head sheared off by shrapnel, clearly beyond saving.
"Move!"
The moment he heard the explosions, Clark, who had been hoping for rescue, realized he had made a terrible mistake.
"Damn Libyans!"
"Will! Will!"
"Fuck! Clark, we're being attacked by Libyans! I repeat: we're being attacked by Libyans!"
Over the communication channel, Will's voice sounded weak. The rockets had detonated less than five meters away from him. Had he not dived toward the wall just in time, he wouldn't even have had a chance to breathe. Even so, he had suffered a severe shockwave, his brain felt foggy, and his speech was slurred.
While the British team was under heavy fire, Li Changjiang and the Russian were cornered in a dead-end alley.
"Damn it, there's no way forward!"
Misrata was packed with typical residential districts. A wall appeared out of nowhere, blocking their path, and the doors on both sides were sealed with stone, leaving them completely trapped.
"Russian, take Elissa and get out of here!"
"And what about you?"
"I'll hold them off!"
"Fuck!"
There was no time to deliberate. However, the Russian didn't leave; instead, he threw off his backpack and pulled back the bolt of his rifle.
"Hey, buddy, let's show those Libyans what we're made of!"
Though he didn't voice his decision, the Russian's actions made his stance clear. Li Changjiang smiled.
"You take the left!"
There were simple concrete barriers on both sides, about two bricks thick. If they were sturdy enough, they should hold against RPG fire, but until tested, it was all speculation.
Behind them, the roar of pickup truck engines was clearly audible. Li Changjiang handed his AK-47M assault rifle to Elissa, then took out all the grenades and ammunition from his gear, laying them beside him—a clear preparation for a life-or-death battle.
Whoosh!
A familiar sound reached his ears.
Without a word, all three knew the battle had begun.
"RPG!"
Boom!
The violent explosion kicked up countless shards of stone and thick smoke. The three of them pressed their heads hard against the base of the wall.
"Counter-attack!"
Bang!
Rat-tat-tat!
The staccato gunfire tore through the air, creating thin, dense rings of white smoke, which were immediately shredded by the trajectory of incoming bullets.
Thwip! Thwip!
Two dull thuds.
The two rocket gunners in the bed of the first pickup truck had barely popped their heads up before Li Changjiang’s bullets pierced their chests, sending them tumbling from the vehicle. The rocket that hadn't been fired yet detonated on the spot, the rolling flames engulfing the entire truck and creating a natural barrier that blocked all the vehicles behind it.
"Hahaha!"
The Russian laughed, his AK-47M firing incessantly as if the ammunition were free.
"Grenade!"
Boom!
The destructive power of a grenade at close range was unforgettable.
Whoosh!
Thwip!
Without hesitation, as soon as the grenade detonated, Li Changjiang half-crouched and pulled the trigger, gunning down the fellow who had rushed past the defensive line to throw the grenade. He dared not relax his vigilance for a second, peering through his scope to pick off the rebels hiding behind the vehicles. In a short span, three people had managed to suppress a force of over twenty.
The distance between them was less than fifty meters; a single charge would have been enough to reach the other side, so none of them dared to slacken. Elissa’s marksmanship was not inferior, especially in this life-or-death moment.
"Li, don't let them get too close!"
Li Changjiang didn't answer, but his gunfire did.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thwip!
A double-tap took down two rebels attempting to scramble up and charge their position.
He pulled the trigger again!
Click!
The magazine was empty.
He quickly grabbed a new magazine and reloaded!
Thwip! Thwip!
Another double-tap.
The rebels, suppressed by the sudden burst of fire, were at a loss. No one dared to attempt another charge. However, amidst a cry of alarm from the Russian, Li Changjiang saw a sight that made his heart nearly stop.
"Damn it! Li, take that guy out!"
It was already a step too late.
Rat-tat-tat!
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Damn it, a heavy machine gun. How could these rebels have such powerful firepower? Two heavy machine guns were mounted on two pickup trucks, firing in a cross-pattern that left Li Changjiang and the Russian with no room for a counter-attack.
Under the cover of the heavy machine gun fire, several Libyans began to rush toward them.
"Li, they're coming! Damn it!"
Through the gaps in the barrier, both men noticed that, shielded by the heavy machine guns, the rebels were closing in.
Li Changjiang pressed himself flat against the ground, knowing he had to counter-attack. He held his breath, mentally calculating the distance of the two rebels.
The opportunity was fleeting.
At this very moment!
"Quick, grenade!"
Boom!
The Russian threw a grenade less than ten meters away. In that split second, Li Changjiang made his move. As the grenade exploded, he surged up from the ground.
He raised his sniper rifle with lightning speed.
Then, he aimed!
No one knew that in the fraction of a second he raised his rifle, he had whispered to himself: *Activate "Never Miss" mode!*
It was as if some mysterious power had been injected into his body. Li Changjiang had no time to ponder whether he was possessed by a deity or if his innate fighting spirit had been triggered, because he suddenly felt unique.
Whoosh—
The screech of the bullet leaving the chamber as it tore through the air felt as long as several minutes. Everything around him seemed to slow down, becoming crystal clear, down to the finest detail.
It trailed a long wake.
Thwip!
The modified sniper round crossed the twenty-meter distance without any suspense or deviation, burying itself into the machine gunner's forehead and exiting through the back of his skull. The gunfire stopped instantly.
But Li Changjiang’s offensive wasn't over; there was still one more machine gun.
Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
After several successive trigger pulls killed the rebels who had broken cover, he didn't stop moving, quickly leaping over the drainage ditch to advance.
In the midst of the action.
He whipped off a shot at an impossible angle—a technique Li Changjiang had never seen before.
Whoosh!
Thwip!
Thwip! Thwip!
The dull thuds reached his ears.
By the time he vaulted over the first rebel's corpse, the second machine gunner had been pierced through the chest by that diagonally fired bullet.
As Li Changjiang leaped up, the Russian and Elissa rose from the ground, but the scene before them left them stunned.
They saw a figure moving with incredible speed. Each pause lasted no longer than a second, but in that fleeting time, the gunfire from Li Changjiang’s weapon became a rhythmic, fixed cadence.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
He didn't stop until he had cut into a position less than five meters in front of the convoy, tossing his sniper rifle aside. He rolled on the ground, ignoring the blood splattered on his face. By the time he crouched again, he was already holding an AK assault rifle.
Rat-tat-tat!
Bang! Bang!
Rat-tat-tat-tat—
The rhythmic gunfire tore through the entire convoy.
One!
Two!
Five!
Twelve!
He counted the number of enemies he had killed in his heart. When the number reached nineteen, Li Changjiang finally stopped.
He looked like a devil—terrifyingly savage!
A mixture of blood, sweat, and black-red liquid from the mud dripped down his cheeks.
At this point, less than five minutes had passed.
"Cancel 'Never Miss' mode!"
He whispered the command.
Something seemed to be drained from his body. Before he could even stand steady, a wave of intense fatigue washed over him like a tide.
Fuck!
He cursed, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.
"Li!"
Behind him, the Russian and Elissa followed the path of blood he had cut through the lines to reach him.