134. Seeking Help

"My God!"

"Did Li do this?"

Just as Li Changjiang collapsed, the Old Russian and Elissa rushed over. Looking at the rebel corpses strewn across the ground and the blood that had almost formed a river, their faces were completely overtaken by shock.

It was too terrifying!

It was nothing short of hell!

The Old Russian was fine; being a veteran, his face remained composed despite the shock. Elissa, however, turned pale—it was simply too horrific! The stench of blood in the air was thick enough to be suffocating.

Especially when she saw a pile of white liquid oozing from beneath the skull of one of the corpses where it pressed against the ground.

*Ugh!*

*Blegh!*

With a retching sound, Elissa began to vomit, her face deathly pale. Such a scene was too disgusting; an ordinary person would likely never in their life witness such a sight—bodies everywhere, all brutally executed by external force.

"Hey, Elissa, let me handle it!"

"No!"

Li Changjiang’s eyes were tightly shut, but his consciousness remained clear. He could hear the voices of Elissa and the Old Russian.

In particular, the scent unique to a woman emanating from Elissa kept drifting into his nostrils. He couldn't quite describe the feeling. Logically, Li Changjiang was certainly not a man driven by lust, and this was a battlefield, after all. Having just rushed out of a hail of bullets, his body’s tense nerves had not yet fully relaxed, making it even less likely for him to have such thoughts.

Yet, as the soft sensation from her arms and back transmitted to his brain’s sensory nerves, Li Changjiang still felt as if he were sinking into it—a bed of softness, a hero’s grave!

He struggled to open his eyes.

Li Changjiang quickly saw the Old Russian and Elissa staring at him with nervous expressions.

"Do I look that bad?"

"Fuck!"

The Old Russian suddenly cursed for no apparent reason.

"How is it? Li, can you walk?"

They did not have much time.

Although the terrifying marksmanship Li Changjiang had suddenly displayed had completely neutralized the threat of the rebel pursuit, if they dragged this out too long, a second wave of enemies would certainly come after them.

"Give me the gun!"

The Old Russian complied, placing the sniper rifle into Li Changjiang’s hands.

"Old Russian, go check them out. See if you can find any useful intelligence on them. Elissa, do me a favor, will you? Go and bring my things over. We need to hurry and withdraw."

"Okay!"

A short while later.

The Old Russian and Elissa returned with everything of value. By this time, Li Changjiang had recovered his breath slightly, and the strength he had regained was enough to allow him to stand and continue walking. However, the moment he tried to take a step, the weakness in his legs caused him to collapse again.

"Damn it! Nicholas, I can't keep walking!"

Before using the "Dead-Eye" skill, Li Changjiang had not realized there would be such an aftermath of complete physical exhaustion. He had originally thought the so-called cooldown period simply meant he couldn't use the aiming system for a while; who knew the consequences would be so severe?

He had only used it for a damned five minutes—what if he had used the full thirty minutes?

It was unimaginable.

As expected, everything had its pros and cons. The price of a skill like "100% accuracy within 200 meters," which could turn one into an ace sniper, was clearly something an ordinary person could not easily bear.

If they hadn't been facing such a small number of enemies this time, the consequences would have been unthinkable. Li Changjiang even felt a lingering fear.

"Boss, this is Tank, where are you guys?"

Just as the group hesitated, a voice suddenly came over the comms.

It was Tank and Angel!

This time, the communication equipment equipped for their entire mercenary squad had a range of less than 1,000 meters. Previously, once Tank and Angel had rushed out of range, they could no longer receive signals.

Hearing their voices, Li Changjiang immediately realized they must have turned back, and his face brightened with joy.

"Tank, this is Duke, this is Duke! What is your current position?"

"Thank goodness! Boss, we finally reached you. We heard the gunfire and rushed back. We’re currently 500 meters from the east exit, heading back. Boss, where are you?"

"..."

Li Changjiang gave a direction with some uncertainty.

A short while later, two figures rushed in from the street corner: Tank Marcus and Doctor Rean.

"Hey! Guys, you’re still alive!"

"Boss!"

"Hello, Boss!"

They embraced each other.

The two then saw the scene on the ground. Their expressions shifted slightly, but otherwise, they didn't show any other reaction; they were old hands and wouldn't be easily rattled.

But when they heard the Old Russian say that Li Changjiang had single-handedly shot all these enemies in less than a few minutes, the two were instantly stunned.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that a person's marksmanship could reach such a level.

100% accuracy!

No exceptions.

The doctor even neurotically searched the area where Li Changjiang had started his assault. Nineteen shell casings!

He had found 19 shell casings!

There were over 23 corpses on the ground, but the Old Russian had made it clear that some of them had been killed by him and the Duke earlier.

This meant that in that brief moment, the Duke had pulled the trigger at least 19 times, and even if the number of people killed wasn't exactly 19, it wouldn't be far off from the count of shell casings in his hand.

Undeniable, 100% accuracy.

God!

Just what kind of level did one have to reach to achieve such a record?

*Ace!*

A term they had only heard long ago surfaced in their minds.

"Hey, Boss! You really are God! No! You’re even better than God."

They were highly skilled mercenaries themselves. Even if they hadn't reached the level of "Ace," they were at least the best of the precision marksmen, so they knew exactly what conditions were required to achieve such a result.

That was absolutely a terrifying test.

Incredible speed!

Precise marksmanship!

Keen awareness!

Even physical fitness had to be at a perfect state to be able to kill nearly 20 opponents in such a short distance while under heavy fire, even if they were just a mob.

The exaggerated expressions on their faces, aside from making Li Changjiang feel a bit smug, did nothing to help his physical recovery.

By this time, nearly 10 minutes had passed.

"Tank, where are Angel and Killer?"

Realizing the others hadn't returned, Li Changjiang couldn't help but ask.

"Boss, they have already withdrawn to the rally point."

"Good, then we will immediately go to join them. The Libyans won't give us much time."

"Boss, I should remind you of one thing immediately: the British are trying to get in touch with you."

The expression on Doctor Rean’s face was very grave. Although he had left the British military, he was, after all, a Briton.

"The British?"

Li Changjiang was stunned for a moment.

What business did the British have with them?

Could it be that the matter of him and the Old Russian killing the MI5 agents had been exposed?

Impossible!

The two even exchanged a glance; the Old Russian’s eyes were also filled with confusion.

"Boss, they are asking you for help!"

"What?"

"Asking for help?"

The doctor’s words left Li Changjiang completely dumbfounded!