Chapter 183 - 167: Great Victory at Stone Ridge Mountain (7 more to come)

Bowen: Nash, kid, from now on, you’ll take care of things around Stone Ridge Mountain. We just got another shipment of military technology today.

Nash: Damn, my brother, hitting it big with military technology, we’re gonna be rich!

Bowen: That’s because you’ve done a good job, chasing Adkaduo’s idiots all over the place.

Bowen: Anyway, that area is yours now, work hard.

Nash: Hey—no need to tell me that, the drones are really handy, just that those two idiots are a bit brain-dead. But I’ll do even better myself!

Bowen: Have fun however you like, but don’t actually kill them all, got it?

Nash: Why? Shouldn’t we work them over good?

Bowen: Stop asking, just do as I say, chase them and killing a couple to settle things with the military technology is fine.

Bowen: If there are any kids, remember to grab them for me.

Nash: Got it, my brother, I’ll definitely get you the best.

At Stone Ridge Mountain, Nash, who had just joined the Night Wandering Ghosts, rubbed his hands together, ready to open the box.

The box had a row of large characters stamped on it: Military Technology.

"Baby, you’re the shit now, military technology even sending us equipment..."

Next to Nash stood a woman with a blue Mohawk, also a Night Wandering Ghost, but obviously, the two had a special relationship.

They had just started talking when they began nibbling on each other.

"Mmm~ baby, this is just the beginning, let’s see what good stuff is inside..."

"I want to see your good stuff."

The Mohawk reached up with her hand to grab the big "baby," as the prosthetics vibrated back and forth.

Nash, with a blissful look on his face: "Ah—pleasure!"

This guy could enjoy some pampering while opening boxes, what a treat.

So Nash injected himself with another dose of drugs and, at the height of ecstasy, opened the box:

A beautifully designed rifle lay inside, its matte-finished body exuding an indescribable allure.

A brand new Achilles Rifle, specially made with military technology.

"Haha, look at this big baby, it fires two bullets at once..."

As Nash spoke, he picked up a magazine from the box—there were biohazard symbols printed all around it.

"And it’s poisonous!"

Nash raised the rifle excitedly and pulled the trigger toward the window!

Bang!

The electromagnetic bullets hit the wall outside, startling the guards.

Where the bullets struck, corrosion effects appeared, and the already battered concrete rapidly deteriorated under the action of some chemical agent...

"Awesome!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Baby, you’re definitely gonna wreak havoc with this gun from now on, why not give it a name?"

Stimulated by the drugs, Nash became even more excited: "Call it Widow Maker—haha, I love widows, kill the men, fuck the widows—

Awesome, damn!"

Bang—bang—bang!

Nash kept pulling the trigger like a madman, with the trajectory of the electromagnetic bullets flashing through the dim sky, becoming more and more visible.

...

"Ran into some idiots... Are they scared that others won’t notice them?"

As the sun went down, the trajectory of the electromagnetic bullets was clear, and from afar, Adkaduo’s Team could see someone was shooting at the Stone Ridge Mountain town.

Jack scratched his head, emitting a puzzled sound.

Cedric coldly explained: "You can’t view the bastards from the Chaotic Blade Association with the eyes of normal people; Night Wandering Ghosts are the scum of the Chaotic Blade Association.

Who knows if that bunch of bastards are high on drugs.

Folks, do me a favor, if you see that guy—if you see Bowen, make sure he dies, and preferably a painful death."

From the same vehicle, Jack asked, "You guys got beef?"

"Beef," Cedric said, clutching a handgun, "Big beef."

"Got it—what’s our move?"

The latter question was for Lille—

The answer was simple.

"Just drive straight in and start shooting!"

RUMBLE—

The engine roared, and the Night Wandering Ghosts all looked up as the sound of the engine grew from distant to close—

"Adkaduo’s Team!"

Boom—

The convoy surrounded the town, quickly charging in from all directions!

A Night Wandering Ghost had just shouted a warning when bullets turned him into a sieve!

"Everyone is near the bar, maintain suppressive fire!"

The firepower of four MK31s was utterly terrifying. The machine gun bullets could crack concrete and left grotesque cavities in human bodies!

The Night Wandering Ghosts ran frantically, instinctively searching for cover, but the drones in the sky had already locked onto their positions!

Four machine-gun pickups drove in from different directions, completely sealing off their escape!

The intersecting fire net wiped out all the Night Wandering Ghosts standing outside within mere seconds!

A Night Wandering Ghost sniper perched on the roof was somewhat stiff in movement. The stimulant injector inside him instinctively activated, and with an injection, he took a breath, turned around, and mounted his rifle—

Bang!

Up on West Tuan, V said, "Sniper offline—Pan’an, looks like I got him."

"Damn, why are these guys on my side so chicken-hearted—keep your damn heads down... Hand Grenade!"

Boom!

On another rooftop, a hand grenade exploded, sending a mess of flesh and limbs flying.

Lille glanced at V, "You and... uh, this Pan’an seem quite familiar with each other?"

V looked somewhat skeptical but still said,

"It’s a friendship forged in battle—we met when we went on a rescue mission together. She’s quite the sharpshooter; I like her style."

"You’re quite friendly, but there are still people inside."

"Shall we go in?"

Lille looked towards the bar—

There might still be four or five people inside, but there was no movement at all.

Going in after getting out of the car... It might be dangerous.

"... We’ve got plenty of grenades, throw a couple to scout ahead."

...

Inside the bar, Nash had his pants halfway up, huddled behind a wall panting heavily, his eyes filled with terror.

Twenty seconds ago, he had been firing his gun, blazing away below the waist.

Twenty seconds later, his men were all dead, and the bar was left with five equally terrified Night Wandering Ghosts.

"Babe, how are we gonna..."

Nash’s mind was already scrambled by the drugs and the terror of the attack. Hearing the Mohawk-haired woman ask him, he...

Suddenly pushed the woman’s head down, pressing hard.

"Shut up, keep going."

"? Mmm—"

"I’ve got a plan. I’ll count one, two, three, and then we all fire to test their strength—one, two... oh!!! Grenade—"

Boom!

The number three was never finished, and only a Night Wandering Ghost near the window stuck out his head and squeezed the trigger.

Then his head just vanished, melting away under the hail of bullets.

At the same time, a woman jumped out of the second-floor window, a woman with blue Mohawk hair—

No one could tell how she managed to jump out; they only saw her body hurling through the air completely.

With each flash of gunfire, parts of her body disappeared, landing on the ground as nothing but chunks of flesh.

Plat!

The rest, they all fled in different directions through the windows!

But how could Wanderer’s encirclement let them escape?

Two crafty fellows were instantly turned into sieves on the spot; it was evident that their prosthetics were of a high degree—

At least one hand managed to grasp onto a car door—with half a body lying beside it.

But there was one who got away: This guy was extremely fast, seemingly equipped with some impressive Si Anweisitan, and even Lille’s drones had a hard time getting a clear view.

He darted into a vehicle and took off—

But that was only because Lille let him go.

Lille looked a bit peculiar, "This guy seems drugged out of his mind, looks like... his pants are only half on... Follow him, he’ll lead us to their base."

"Only half-dressed?"

The channel was filled with people wearing odd expressions.

This kind of artistry, even for them, was a bit too avant-garde.

"Not sure, I’ll check again... For now, just follow him, and don’t forget to check your magazines—I’m talking to the rookies."