At the edge of the town, a burly man was setting up a heavy machine gun on the rooftop of a three-story building.
The heavy machine gun was old-fashioned, but it had a large caliber and was very well maintained. Once it started firing, its roar shook the air, and bullets swept toward that figure moving so fast it was almost impossible to track with the naked eye like a violent storm.
"Damn it, where did this expert come from? Have we offended anyone important lately?"
The burly man cursed as he fired, but he could not hit his target—he simply could not. Even when he predicted his opponent's movements, and several times seemed about to cut him off, the masked intruder still dodged past him.
Just then, the burly man seemed to sense something and whipped around.
The intruder was standing right in front of him. At some point, the bottom of a scabbard had appeared in his vision and was rapidly growing larger.
Bang!
The burly man was struck by the scabbard and immediately lost consciousness, the back of his head hitting the ground.
Luo Yan glanced at him, then his figure blurred and landed on the ground.
At the same time, several tracers passed through the spot where he had just been standing, and the distant shooters missed.
Luo Yan moved between the town's low buildings, patiently taking out one fire position after another and knocking unconscious every soldier who crossed his path.
This time, it was extremely rare for him not to kill.
Even when someone aimed a heavy machine gun at him, he merely knocked the shooter unconscious.
Luo Yan naturally had his reasons for doing this.
After all, he had come to negotiate with Jinyang Group, not to wipe the group out.
Once blood