Chapter 129

No more chatter.

As the base's alarm sounded and some of the lights gradually flickered on,

Lin Feng had already emptied a magazine, one shot after another!

Reloading with his hands while his eyes tracked the shifts in heat sources.

No problem; he had finished off everyone he could hit.

The rest hadn't rushed out of the buildings yet.

Besides, Barrett bullets couldn't penetrate building walls thicker than fifty centimeters...

One minute later, Lin Feng arrived at the main gate of the base.

The second he pushed open the large iron gate, his field of fire widened significantly.

That's right—previously, the towering walls had obstructed him, making it impossible to hit many of the terrorists on duty outside.

In this moment, Lin Feng switched to his M4 automatic rifle and began a ruthless, precise hunt.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

Bullets fired out rapidly and densely,

like lasers in the dark night, striking the terrorists exposed within his range one by one.

Within his line of sight, blood splattered,

yet it had no effect on Lin Feng, who remained as calm as a machine.

Because before this, he had experienced even more terrifying things!

Looking at the terrorists,

the building entrance was blocked by firepower; they couldn't rush out.

So those sons of bitches chose to jump from the windows.

Yet no matter where they poked their heads out, a bullet was always waiting to greet them!

"Fuck! The enemy is at the main gate!"

"Damn it, it's just one person, but it feels like a whole regiment is attacking!"

"This is so fucking weird. Where did that bastard pop out from?"

"Too arrogant! Daring to attack the base alone—what does he think K2 is?"

"I order: snipers to the third floor, machine gunners to the second, and fire support, blast him for me!"

It wasn't clear who issued the order,

but it gave the terrorists some order, and they immediately began to execute it...

As for Lin Feng, after emptying two automatic rifle magazines,

he saw that the terrorists had actually gotten smart and were no longer rushing out all at once.

"Heh, playing tactics, are we?"

"Fine, I'll play along!"

As he spoke, Lin Feng reloaded, his eyes tracking the heat sources surging toward the windows on each floor.

When he saw someone setting up a gun at a window and exposing their head,

he didn't give them a single chance to fire, picking them off with precise shots one by one.

In a word: no matter how the terrorists played it, Lin Feng remained unmoved!

Just then, his Super-God Vision caught two rocket launchers aiming at him.

He didn't hesitate to shift his muzzle and fired two shots: 'Rat-tat'.

After half a second of flight, the bullets drilled precisely into the two rocket launchers.

Without a doubt, the two rocket operators hadn't even had time to pull the trigger.

The rockets exploded, but not near the enemy.

They exploded right on their own shoulders!

'Boom! Boom!'

Two explosions, taking not only them but also several nearby companions with them...

What, you say Lin Feng is too badass, that he's invincible?

That's right. If you possessed a skill that guaranteed a hundred percent hit rate within range,

wouldn't you ask if you'd be just as badass?

Within range, just blast away—who the fuck could stop that?

As for being invincible?

As long as you aren't bulletproof, there is no such thing as invincible.

Although Lin Feng wasn't afraid, and feared no exchange of fire within two thousand meters,

he did fear heavy weapon strikes.

For example, armed helicopters at altitudes above two thousand meters.

For example, saturation artillery fire,

or precision strikes from long-range missiles, and so on.

These types of unconventional, wide-area kill weapons are beyond human capability... ===== CHAPTER 131 =====