Long Night · III
The instant the order was given, the villa that had lain silent in the darkness suddenly lit up once more.
As if stars had exploded.
Amid the roar, flashes burst forth from the darkness in rapid succession. Dust shuddered and surged upward, while a torrential rain of metal poured down.
In an instant, the first floor, second floor, third floor, basement, left wing, right wing... even the depths of the grass—all the dormant firearms suddenly rose from their mounts and opened fire on every living thing.
Crossfire swept through the area.
During the little over a week he had spent in the villa, Ji Jue had not wasted a single day. Bit by bit, he had practically renovated the entire place.
After installing fire-control platforms behind dismantled walls, he had put the drywall back up, applied putty, and repainted them. With Miraculous Hands, they blended almost perfectly with the original decor.
Rewiring utilities, laying bricks and tiles, masonry work, building walls...
He knew a little of everything.
And now, the instant the disguise was torn away, that savagery revealed itself before the Intruders.
Steel-core bullets punched through wooden boards and walls, instantly drawing savage streaks of blood through the hallways and corridors. Severed limbs and broken bodies flew through the air alongside stuffing and wood chips. As walls and ceilings were ripped apart, streams of fire crisscrossed like whips, sweeping across in every direction and cutting every body of flesh in half at the waist wherever they passed.
Old Tang, caught in the siege, had merely turned around before blood plasma sprayed all over his face. Yet when the firepower that should have reduced him to pulp reached him, it somehow began tracing around him with eerie precision, sweeping past without touching even a single hair.