Chapter 435: Ying Duo: *** No Martial Virtue!

Ying Duo pulled out a short-barreled submachine gun; this type of firearm is far more maneuverable than a rifle in close-quarters combat.

He held the gun with his left hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullets were not fired in a line but in a fan shape; as they sprayed from the muzzle they were like an invisible scythe, sweeping a semicircle in the hallway.

The two people at the forefront were knocked backward by the bullets; their energy shields flickered twice and shattered, the bullets punched into their shoulders and thighs, and blood spurted from the entry wounds.

They didn't fall; a green light flashed on their bodies, the bullets were removed, and they kept charging forward.

Ying Duo put away the submachine gun and switched to a revolver.

The revolver's rate of fire is much slower, but it makes up for it with great power; each shot is like a small artillery shell.

He aimed at the chest of the third Field Operations Department member and pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck that person's energy shield, cracking it open but not shattering it outright.

That person lowered his head to glance at the crack in his chest shield, looked up at Ying Duo, and just as the corner of his mouth twitched, Ying Duo's second shot arrived, hitting the same spot.

The shield broke, Ying Duo fired another shot, and scored a direct headshot.

【Congratulations on successfully killing enemy xxx Lv. 31, EXP +23.7%】

Ying Duo didn't glance at the notification; his revolver still had three rounds, which he gave one each to three people.

None of them were killed.

Ying Duo put away the revolver and switched back to a shotgun.

Although it lacked the close-range burst output of just now, it makes up for it with a wide kill radius.

He aimed at the densest part of the crowd and pulled the trigger.

With a boom, someone slowly fell, but a few seconds later those people rose again, their wounds slowly healing.

They weren't unafraid of pain; someone behind them was healing them.

Ying Duo saw that healer.

She stood at the rear of the crowd, her hand pressed on the back of the 'space mage' whom Ying Duo had previously engaged in melee; her palm emitted a pale green light that flowed down that person's spine.

New flesh grew from the wound's edges, tender and pink, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding dark skin.

Ying Duo turned his gun toward the healer, but before he could fire, two people stepped in front of her.

Their energy shields were much thicker than others' and a different color, like a layer of solidified jelly.

The bullets struck those shields, as if being swallowed.

Ying Duo put away the shotgun, switched to a rifle, and tried to fight them in guerrilla fashion.

In his peripheral vision he could still see the red dots on the mini-map converging here; if it weren't for the hallway's limited size, Ying Duo would suspect he was about to be buried by the crowd.

Yang Yixie wanted Ying Duo to become a Data Stream and retreat, but he saw that the guy Ying Duo had just half‑killed was being healed, and even the spatial confinement had been reapplied over this area.

If trying to escape, it's probably not that simple, but the longer it goes the worse it is for them; let the drama person come out, their combined effort could break the spatial confinement and find a chance to flee......

He tried to free his right hand to bring out the cannon he had fired once before and use it again.

But as soon as his hand cleared space, three people lunged at him simultaneously.

Their speed was great, so fast that Ying Duo's gun barrel couldn't turn in time before the attack arrived.

He sidestepped the first knife, but a second dagger slipped from his blind spot and stabbed into his ribs, not deep but painful.

Ying Duo instinctively pressed his lips together, using the momentum of his turn to smash the gunstock into the third person's face, breaking his nose bridge and sending blood streaming from his nostrils across his face.

Ying Duo didn't bother checking his level, because someone else took the opportunity to kick him from the side, landing squarely on his waist and sending him crashing into the wall.

Ying Duo hastily steadied himself, lifted his head, and saw that person retracting his leg.

He drew his handgun from his waist, fired a shot at that person's face—never mind whether it hit—and Ying Duo's right hand then produced another gun.

The situation is obvious: under such concentrated fire, his cannon cannot be charged.

Ying Duo leaned against the wall, panting heavily; his left hand trembled slightly, and the kick to his waist still throbbed faintly.

Ying Duo lowered his head to assess the situation; the blade tip had already penetrated his skin, and blood was seeping from the wound, trickling down his clothing.

He grabbed the knife and pulled it out with force; the blade sliced his palm, blood dripping from his fingers, but he still withdrew the knife and, with a backhand, thrust it into someone's thigh.

Although everything before his eyes was censored, the pain was not diminished at all.

If it weren't for Ying Duo's stiff facial expression control, Yang Yixie would probably have been grimacing from the pain by now.

After all, although he often finds himself at the center of storms—and even many storms arise because of him—precisely for that reason, as a mechanic with maxed agility, he rarely gets injured.

Teammates' protection is indispensable, and so is his own gear.

But no matter how much it hurts, the fight must go on.

The Field Operations Department members surrounded Ying Duo, watching this clearly wounded yet expressionless boy face them.

Although it was a many‑against‑one scene, looking at the boy's emotionless golden eyes gave everyone a chill down their backs.

It seemed that before him they were merely a bunch of insignificant ants; how could such lowly ants possibly attract the notice of a deity high above the heavens?

But the gang beating on his hands was utterly unambiguous.

Although ants are tiny and easy to overlook, if their numbers and strength reach a certain level, slaying a god is not impossible.

Ying Duo's clothes were soaked with blood, clinging to his body and feeling chilly.

He could only snatch a moment to gulp a red potion for healing; on the mini‑map a red dot was especially large, bigger than the others by a ring, rapidly approaching from the opposite end of the hallway.

Ying Duo's gaze fell on that large red dot; according to the mini‑map, that person had already reached the hallway's corner, and even the other small red dots had obediently stood to the sides of the hallway to make way.

He lifted his head and happened to see several Field Operations Department members ahead slowly making way to both sides.

A person was walking toward him at a steady pace, wearing a fairly common black suit, but he had on only a shirt and vest; the tailoring and details revealed the outfit's high value, and a black coat was draped over his shoulders.

His hair was brilliant gold, his face thin, his cheekbones high, and he was looking down from above at the blood‑soaked, rather disheveled Ying Duo.

He took a few steps forward and stopped about five meters from Ying Duo.

He looked down at Ying Duo, and Ying Duo looked up at him.

Ying Duo's gaze lingered for a moment on that person's head, and his pupils contracted.