Chapter 324: A Hair's Breadth from Disaster, a Strand of Blood Counter‑Strikes

"Sorry."

Lao Sun's barrel was aimed at Lu Yang's chest, but his heart was in turmoil.

He only seeks money, doesn't want to take a life, but can only blame Lu Yang for having bad luck.

After saying sorry, he turned his head, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

But at that split‑second, Lu Yang seized the shotgun in his hand and thrust the barrel upward forcefully.

Bang!

Steel balls mixed with gravel struck the ceiling, and shattered tiles and dust rained down like rain.

Seeing the shot miss, Lao Sun hurriedly pulled back to create distance, intending to fire another shot.

At the same time, Lu Yang was also fighting him for the shortened double‑barrel shotgun.

At close range, the shotgun's power far exceeds that of a pistol.

A single discharge of scattered steel balls and fragments can turn a person into a sieve, impossible to save.

But Lu Yang was gravely wounded at this moment, and with massive blood loss, his strength was no match.

In the end he could only rely on his body to ram, slamming the opponent onto the battered little wooden table outside.

Lao Sun's back hit the table corner, and in pain he kicked Lu Yang away, raising his gun angrily to fire.

At that moment, he had no mercy left; his mind only wanted Lu Yang to die.

But he didn't expect Lu Yang had already swung a broken chair at him, and Lao Sun's shotgun fell to the side.

"I'll kill you!"

A foreign nail on the stool cut a gash on Lao Sun's face.

The moment his hand touched the blood, he was utterly enraged, pulled a knife from his coat and lunged at Lu Yang.

Fighting bare‑handed for a blade, Lu Yang was more experienced and skilled; yet seeing this guy using a military‑dagger technique made him genuinely nauseated.

Lu Yang leapt back a step to dodge, twisted his arm hard to snatch the knife, and simultaneously kicked his groin.

Just as he thought of stabbing this guy a couple of times, a clanking iron lump rolled in from the doorway.

"Damn, how is there still one?"

Lu Yang cursed, vaulted into the inner room.

Covering his groin, Lao Sun looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could react, a hand grenade exploded right at his heel.

Lao Sun was blown away, his body slammed into the wall, then slid down like sludge.

Seeing his lower half a mess of blood and flesh, and the thigh that had fallen opposite, a gut‑wrenching pain plunged him into terror.

"Ahhh, ahhh, my leg, my…"

Lao Sun vomited a mouthful of blood; his organs were also torn by the blast, and he was on the brink of death.

Kui Ge lifted his gun, stepped on broken glass from outside, and walked in step by step.

Obviously, the earlier grenade was thrown by him, intended to kill both of them.

"Kui Ge, save me, please…"

Seeing the utterly blood‑splattered, pitiful Lao Sun, Kui Ge's gaze was especially cold.

He raised the muzzle, pointing at Lao Sun's head: "If you want blame, blame your bad luck."

"No, no, don't kill me, I can… rat‑tat‑tat!"

The muzzle of a 56‑chong flickered with flame; Lao Sun's head took several shots and fell, completely still.

Kui Ge stepped over his corpse, moving toward the inner room, heading to the Lu Yang who had narrowly escaped.

Lu Yang, his face smeared with blood, leaned against the corner, head drooping, breathing labored.

He slowly lifted his head, his still‑sharp eyes staring straight at the man called Kui Ge.

Kui Ge seemed also surprised that the relentless follower, stickier than a dog‑skin plaster, turned out to be so young.

"A soldier?"

"......"

Lu Yang gave no answer, just stared at him intently.

"Forget it, it's not important now."

Kui Ge shrugged, no longer pressing.

He had no habit of idle talk, because villains always die from talking too much.

Kui Ge lifted the muzzle, ready to end Lu Yang's life: "Goodbye."

But his finger had clearly pulled the trigger, the firing pin was struck, yet no bullet emerged?

"A dud?"

He pulled the trigger several times in a row, but the bullet still wouldn't fire, instead it jammed.

Lu Yang also didn't expect the bullet to jam at this moment, and he didn't recall his system having a luck‑boost attribute.

Kui Ge lacked the patience to disassemble the gun and remove the jammed round.

Instead, he simply turned, picked up the short‑barrel shotgun on the ground, since the outcome would be the same.

But the instant he turned to grab the gun, the barely‑alive Lu Yang on the floor suddenly sprang up and lunged at him fiercely.

Kui Ge never imagined that after two grenade attacks, a wounded Lu Yang could still retaliate instantly, catching him off guard and slamming him to the ground.

Lu Yang's fists rained down on his face like raindrops, but Kui Ge only took one punch, then immediately raised his arm to support his head while curling his body as much as possible.

Veterans who have seen battle and those who haven't show obvious differences in combat technique.

The former, every move is aimed at killing, intent on taking lives.

But Lu Yang's training in capture tactics, enemy‑subduing fist, and Through-the-back Fist, all focus on knocking down and restraining, not killing.

It is said that the armed police's Black Dragon Eighteen Hands was abandoned because its power was too brutal, resulting in a death‑and‑maiming rate that was too high in actual combat.

Suddenly, Brother Kui found a flaw in Lu Yang and threw a punch at his throat.

Lu Yang reacted quickly, sidestepping immediately, but the fist still struck his jaw, the pain making his lower jaw nearly dislocate.

At the same time, he used the moment of his sidestep to pick up the dagger that Old Sun had dropped on the ground and drove it hard into the enemy's stomach.

Ah!!

Brother Kui let out a wail, thrust his knee forcefully into Lu Yang, and sprang to his feet.

Looking at the dagger stuck in his stomach, Lu Yang, trembling and unable to stand, …

Brother Kui's fury was ignited to the core; since he left Yue Nan, he had never been made to look so disheveled.

He swore that he would cut this kid's head off and use it as a ball to kick!

Brother Kui advanced briskly, swinging his fist toward Lu Yang's temple.

Lu Yang staggered, barely dodging, then landed a hook punch on his face.

The damage was low and the force light, but the insult was strong.

The two exchanged blows back and forth, but because Lu Yang was seriously wounded and losing blood, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

He was not only covered in blood, his eye sockets bruised, but his head was used as a battering ram, smashing into the glass.

Half of Lu Yang's body hung on the windowsill, his head a blank from the beating.

Spit mixed with blood formed a long thin strand from his mouth, dripping onto the grass outside.

Brother Kui picked up a triangular shard of glass from the ground, stepped forward, grabbed Lu Yang's head, and prepared to slit his throat.

But at that moment, a piercing, bone‑gnawing pain shot from his abdomen, almost crushing his soul.

Ugh!

Lu Yang's right hand grasped the dagger lodged in his abdomen.

He twisted forcefully, enlarging the wound, and even spun it around like a crank.

He then ripped it out violently, pulling out a long chunk—a fleshy, red, rope‑like piece.

Ugh, I'm going to slaughter you, I—must slaughter you!

Seeing the data cable being yanked out, the gut‑wrenching pain drove Brother Kui completely insane.

Raising the sharp glass shard, he drove it forcefully into Lu Yang's back.

In pain, Lu Yang thrust his leg backward, kicking the opponent's stomach.

Brother Kui staggered backward, tripping over Old Sun's corpse.

As he fell, he happened to feel the dropped hunting rifle.

But as he dragged a piece of data cable, forcing himself to stand, intending to use the gun on the Lu Yang who had fled through the window, …

A grenade was thrown in from outside the window; Brother Kui felt his pocket and was instantly shocked.

With a boom, the stone house filled with smoke and dust, and Lu Yang, lying outside, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He steadied himself, slowly struggled up from the ground, and limped toward that side.

His vision was a red blur; his arm bore a gunshot wound, his back was riddled with shrapnel, and a half‑piece of glass was still embedded.

With almost every step, a dark‑red footprint marked the ground, looking like a freshly revived zombie.

In the distance, the skinny guy was frantically changing a spare tire; when he saw Lu Yang's ghastly appearance, he almost wet himself with fear.

So this guy survived, which means Brother Kui and Old Sun were both killed???

Brother Kui was killed too; he was so formidable, yet he died as well?

Although Lu Yang was now at the end of his strength, the aura he exuded and his murderous gaze still sent chills down people's spines.

"Don't come over, you don't come over!"

The skinny guy trembled and retreated, while Lu Yang stepped closer to him.

When the distance between them fell below two meters, the skinny guy could no longer bear the fear and collapsed, kneeling on the ground with a thud.

Crying, he shouted that he had an eighty‑year‑old mother above and a three‑year‑old child below, begging Lu Yang to spare him.

But in the next second, the guy's eyes flashed with ferocity as he grabbed a wrench, ready for a death‑defying fight.

As the wrench rose over his head, about to strike Lu Yang's head hard, …

Bang!

A crisp sniper rifle crack shot the wrench away, and the skinny guy's wrist instantly dislocated.

Then another shot; the skinny guy's shoulder sprayed a mist of blood, his body was hurled by the bullet's kinetic force, and he crashed to the ground.

Lu Yang let out a long sigh, leaning weakly against a small sedan like an old man whose candle is about to go out, his eyes dazed.

In that moment, from the distant grass emerged a sharp‑eyed, keen‑sighted figure, carrying a sniper rifle, clearly not as handsome as the young Non-commissioned Officer...