Chapter 265: Self‑Inflicted (Happy National Day to Everyone!!!)

However, what they didn't expect was that the vehicle actually came to a stop.

Immediately, a figure leapt out of the vehicle, also holding a gun in hand, which seemed to be a sniper rifle.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

The two gunmen, seeing this, pulled the triggers from over two hundred meters away.

The dense bullets rained down like a torrent, pelting Jiang Cheng.

A 12.7‑mm Heavy Machine Gun round, with muzzle energy approaching twenty thousand joules, still retained over ten thousand joules even after traveling more than two hundred meters.

Even a Vajra Talisman would shatter in an instant.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng did not activate the Vajra Talisman, allowing the bullets to pour over his face, chest, and arms.

The feeling was like being hit by a BB pellet—slightly painful but completely tolerable.

In the next instant, he aimed at the gunman on the left and fired repeatedly.

The first shot flashed a streak of light across the target's body.

The second shot blew half a head apart, splattering the nearby driver's face.

"No! That's wrong!"

Another gunman reacted and shouted loudly, "He's a Senior Original Force Warrior, retreat! Quick retreat!"

To be fair, there were even more powerful sniper rifles nearby that could threaten a Level 6 Original Force Warrior.

But first, who knows whether the person in front of us is Level 6? Perhaps Seven-level, or even higher.

Secondly, if a sniper rifle could truly hit so easily while the vehicle was jolting, they wouldn't be using the Heavy Machine Gun to Sweep.

The two drivers instantly reacted and hurriedly steered the wheels.

In fact, they had encountered this situation once or twice before.

After all, one who often walks by the river can't keep his shoes dry.

But since the opponent usually has only one or two people, they split up and flee, making pursuit difficult; of course, if they're unlucky enough to be caught, they have only themselves to blame.

Those who survive will recruit new members, because this line of work always needs people.

Fortunately, the opponent is standing outside the vehicle, still holding a gun.

Getting into the car, starting it, and chasing again is almost impossible.

"Trying to run?"

Jiang Cheng let out a cold laugh.

Thinking of running now feels a bit too late.

He immediately aimed at the tires of both vehicles and fired a shot at each.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The tires burst open instantly.

The two off‑road vehicles spun wildly; one of them lost control and flipped over.

Jiang Cheng, gripping a sniper rifle, moved quickly closer.

While the driver of the flipped vehicle was smashed beyond recognition, he fired directly at the head, and even the gunman inside the car who had only half a brain left received two extra shots.

Earlier they had killed many this way; now it seemed a just cosmic cycle.

Then, he approached the other vehicle.

"Spare us! Spare us!"

Hearing footsteps outside, the stopped off‑road vehicle's cabin echoed with pleas for mercy.

Jiang Cheng looked up; the two inside were quite clever, hiding beneath the windows where they were invisible.

But was that useful? He fired straight down.

The off‑road vehicle's steel plate was no match for the Heavy Sniper Rifle, being pierced instantly; moments later a scream came from the cabin.

"Brother, we're wrong, we really know we're wrong, don't kill us, we're willing to give you all the money we have!"

Plea for mercy came from inside again.

"Yes, brother, we beg you, spare us," another voice inside sounded.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng felt something stir.

"Fine, then open the doors first and step out before we talk."

"If we open the door, what will you do when you shoot us?" someone inside immediately said.

"Yeah, yeah."

Another person echoed.

"You won't open the door, I can still shoot and kill you," Jiang Cheng sneered, "Enough, I don't have much time to waste here. I'll count down three. If after the three counts you still don't come out, then never come out again."

"Three."

"Two."

"We're coming out! We're coming out!"

The people inside shouted in panic, and immediately the doors opened; two men each held a gun, one of which was a Heavy Sniper Rifle.

"Die!"

The two roared and pulled the triggers.

They weren't fools; they knew the outsiders would never let them live and would kill them after taking the money.

Thus, they were merely buying time, deliberately pleading for mercy to make the outsiders lower their guard.

"Clack clack clack…"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire kept echoing.

A few seconds later, the magazine was empty.

Then the two were shocked to find that there was absolutely no one in front of them.

"Surprised?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the car window behind them.

Before they could react, their arms and thighs were shot in succession, bursting open.

Immediately after, Jiang Cheng dragged them out of the driver's seat and threw them onto the ground.

"You!"

In their eyes there was pain, and also disbelief.

How did the other know what they were going to do? Deliberately hiding on the other side? Jiang Cheng looked at him with contempt.

These two thought that the car door separated them, so they couldn't see their small movements.

Little did they know, at such close range, he used Spiritual Power to "see" everything clearly.

"Now I give you two choices."

He extended a finger.

"First, honestly transfer me the money; after I receive it, I can make your death a little easier."

"Second, rather than transfer me the money, I will shatter every bone in your bodies, letting you die in agony."

"Choose."

The two, bloodied on the ground, exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with sorrow and boundless regret.

If only they had stopped while they still could!

It wouldn't have come to risking their lives like this now.

As for the choices offered now, aren't these the tactics they often use on others?

"We say, we say," the gunman sneered, "we have an account, but the account has no money; we've spent it all."

"Yes, precisely because we have no money, we came out early in the morning to do this."

The driver's eyes showed deep fear.

He seemed to have already seen the other's raging fury.

"Is that so?" Jiang Cheng's voice turned cold as he stepped on one man's leg bone, breaking it.

The man who was stepped on was in such pain he could not speak, nearly fainting.

"Brother, we really didn't cheat you! All the money we had is truly spent; even if you tear our bodies to pieces, the result is the same," the other cried, tears streaming.

It's true they earn money quickly, but they spend it just as fast.

A trip to the club costs each person ten to twenty thousand at least, and on top of that they buy Cultivation Resources—how could they possibly still have any money left?

After Jiang Cheng stepped on a few more of their bones and got the same excuses, he simply shot both of their heads clean off; further questioning would only waste time and might attract others.

Sure enough, Ye Ying was right: getting guns from these people is possible, but money is almost impossible.

Fortunately there are plenty of guns: just the Heavy Machine Guns number five or six, and there are two Heavy Sniper Rifles; at half resale value they're worth five to six hundred thousand.

Before leaving, Jiang Cheng opened the trunks of both cars; they were empty.

He shook his head; indeed, this group never came out to hunt Exotic Beasts.

Suddenly he thought of something, his gaze turning to the nearby chased car.

The people in those two cars, after killing the other side, came to chase us; there are still a few guns there, and if luck holds, perhaps one or two prey.

(End of chapter)