Ah!
The knife plunged right between his legs. Zhang Wei casually dragged the scalpel across, and the security guard’s face twisted as he let out an earth-shattering scream.
"Scream, scream your mother's head off."
Zhang Wei rolled over and casually slit his throat.
At this point, there were still four people on the ground. Two had already gotten up and were turning their guns. Zhang Wei didn't dare to delay, he front-flipped in front of them and plunged the scalpel into one of their Achilles' heels.
These security guards were all wearing slippers, and the scalpel was extremely sharp. After four slashes from Zhang Wei, there were several more screams. The security guard who had just gotten up felt a sharp pain in his foot and could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground, howling and clutching his ankle.
After the scalpel sliced across the last security guard’s neck, Zhang Wei plopped onto the ground, feeling a wave of exhaustion. His heart pounded wildly, his limbs felt weak, and his hands and feet were powerless.
It took him a while to recover. Remembering the group of security guards on the opposite staircase, Zhang Wei’s expression turned a little grim.
"Damn it, I'll go all out!"
Muttering curses, Zhang Wei began to clear the battlefield.
There were over a dozen AK rifles. He wasn't too familiar with this type of weapon and didn't know which model they were. He picked two of the newest-looking ones, slinging one on his back and holding the other in his hand.
There were about twenty grenades. Zhang Wei truly couldn't understand why a few security guards not only had machine guns but also such a powerful weapon as grenades.
There were many magazines. Each of these security guards had a bandolier strapped to their body, containing two or three magazines, more or less.
The leader also had a pistol holstered at his waist. Zhang Wei was not polite and unholstered it, attaching it to himself.
The bullets in his original pistol were almost used up. Zhang Wei was too lazy to replace it and casually tossed it away. He picked another bandolier and slung it over his shoulder, stuffing in over a dozen magazines until he couldn't fit any more, then he stopped.
His current location was probably on the eighth floor. It took some time to deal with these dozen or so security guards, so the people on the opposite staircase should be arriving soon.
He hung all the grenades on the bandolier at his waist. Although he had never thrown one, he had seen others use them and knew the general method.
He went down two floors to the previous level. The corridor was somewhat noisy at this time. Zhang Wei crouched down and peeked out with one eye.
Over a dozen security guards, holding AKs, were knocking on and checking each room. Several tattooed men with pistols holstered at their waists were conversing with them. The two sides seemed to know each other and quickly reached a consensus: Zhang Wei was not on this floor.
One person pointed in Zhang Wei's direction, indicating that Zhang Wei had run that way.
Damn it, they really aren't giving me a way out. If you won't let me live, I won't let you have an easy time either.
Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and took out a few grenades. These were pineapple grenades. Holding the safety, pulling out the pin, and counting to three, Zhang Wei unhesitatingly threw the grenades into the corridor.
He threw one and still felt it wasn't enough, so he reached out, grabbed another, and threw it out. A third, a fourth, a fifth—Zhang Wei threw five in one go.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Five consecutive explosions echoed in the corridor. In such a confined space, the shockwaves generated by the explosions shook the entire building.
Zhang Wei was inexperienced. Although he was hiding in the corner, he was still shaken and almost lost his balance. His ears buzzed for a long time before he recovered.
Shaking his head, Zhang Wei peered into the corridor.
A scene like a Shura hell came into view. The ground was covered with shattered limbs and intestines, severed hands and feet were flying everywhere, and there was not a single person standing in the entire corridor. A few who hadn't died completely were still moaning softly.
Hmph! With just this much skill, you want to catch this young master.
Zhang Wei cautiously walked over, holding his AK. A security guard on the ground, with his intestines blown out, was trying to stuff his mangled intestines back into his belly. Seeing Zhang Wei approach, his eyes filled with terror.
"You..."
"You're a motherfucker," Zhang Wei had been inexplicably operated on and had his kidney removed. These dog security guards had no grudge against him, yet they had immediately intended to kill him regardless of his life or death.
Thinking of this, a surge of malevolence rose in his heart. He raised his AK and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The gun’s power was immense. A goblet-sized bloodied hole appeared directly on the man’s head, making him utterly dead.
An inexplicable killing intent filled his heart. Zhang Wei opened fire on the few people still crawling on the ground.
He still suffered from his inexperience. The huge recoil pushed him back a step. If he hadn't reacted quickly and maintained a stable horse stance, it wouldn't have been as simple as just stepping back.
Da da da da da!
He didn't stop until he had emptied a magazine. Damn it, Zhang Wei looked closely and saw that out of over thirty bullets in one magazine, only two or three hit people, and two people on the ground weren't hit at all.
Missing the target at such a close range, Zhang Wei felt a bit embarrassed. He changed magazines and, following what his instructor had taught him, braced the butt of the gun against his shoulder and fired two shots, sending those two to their deaths.
The corridor was like a slaughterhouse. Zhang Wei stood in the middle and reflected.
It seems I might really be a pervert.
No matter how much he reflected, he couldn't find even a tiny bit of guilt, not even discomfort. Instead, there was a slight excitement after the slaughter.
He casually pushed open a room. Inside, there was a group of men and women, handcuffed to office desks, staring blankly at Zhang Wei, who entered holding a gun.
"What is this place? Why do these security guards have guns?"
Zhang Wei asked a man sitting by a computer.
The man looked at the AK Zhang Wei was pointing at him, a flicker of fear in his eyes.
After a brief thought, the man seemed to understand Zhang Wei's predicament.
"You should run quickly. This is no longer China. Outside are their private soldiers. You can't fight them alone."
The man shouted hoarsely.
Not China?
This confirmed Zhang Wei's suspicion. Gun control in China was strict; there wouldn't be machine guns, let alone dozens of them at once.
However, Zhang Wei immediately felt relieved and secretly congratulated himself that it wasn't China. Otherwise, with his record of killing dozens of people in one go, even if he managed to escape, he would likely end up getting executed.
"Then where is this?"
Zhang Wei continued to question the man.
"This is the natives' territory. They have people and guns. How could you possibly win alone? I think you'd better run quickly."
The man replied cautiously.
"Why are you handcuffed?" Zhang Wei was quite curious about what these people did.
To be a customer service representative, one had to be handcuffed and guarded by armed men.
The man hesitated but still replied:
"It's a long story. Don't worry about it so much; just run quickly."
Zhang Wei didn't believe that a stranger would be so kind. Looking at the man's shifty eyes, Zhang Wei sneered inwardly.