MTLNOVEL Chapter 152: Fierce Attack!_1
"Harry, have you ever killed anyone?"
"Once... A few billion, does that count?" Harry still had a joking smirk on his face.
The next moment, BANG! BANG! BANG! A barrage of bullets struck the backseat of the SUV, scaring the playful Harry so much he was scared stiff. He foolishly looked in the rearview mirror and discovered that at some point, eight ragged children had appeared behind them, holding rudimentary semi-automatic rifles and firing ferociously at them.
FK, this is for real! he thought. If it weren't for Dean's bulletproof SUV, he suspected he would have been killed by stray bullets.
Before he could react, screams erupted from all around. It turned out to be because of the recoil; the children's gun barrels wobbled chaotically, and bullets sprayed wildly, striking down a mother and daughter who had heard the gunfire and were trying to flee back to their home!
"FK!" Harry was enraged, looking at the woman lying motionless on the ground and the child protected beneath her, the child's face blood-stained and dazed. He grabbed the pistol from his waist, ready to get out of the car.
Dean grabbed him. "These kids are probably just the first wave of cannon fodder!"
"But they're blocking our way out!"
"Then run them over!"
Dean snatched the steering wheel and slammed his foot on the gas pedal, hitting reverse. In his eyes, men, women, the elderly, children – anyone who took up arms was the enemy! And the enemy must die!
The SUV's engine roared as it reversed. The short distance of a few dozen meters vanished in the blink of an eye. You could never expect a bunch of kids who only knew how to shoot, without even knowing where their bullets would fly, to react in time to an SUV roaring and charging towards them.
A few muffled THUDS. Beneath the several-ton SUV, there was a sickening slickness as it crushed flesh and blood. Of the eight children, the four on the outer edges reacted quickly enough to dodge aside; the remaining four disappeared under the vehicle.
"Dean..." Harry felt the strange sensation of the wheels slipping and grinding, shocked by Dean's decisiveness. He then saw Dean fiercely turn the steering wheel, knocking away two more children as the passenger-side window automatically rolled down.
Almost simultaneously, Dean's right hand shot up, aiming through the open window, and he pulled the trigger.
BANG! BANG!
Two "unripe watermelons" burst violently, their "juice" splattering all over the ground. Their unripe "little watermelons" couldn't withstand the impact of .45 caliber bullets.
"You drive and escape!"
"Dean!" Harry yelled, but he saw Dean had already flung the car door open.
After killing two pint-sized 'thugs,' Dean got out of the car expressionlessly. He rolled to cover behind some obstruction, then aimed with both guns at the remaining six 'thugs' on the ground—unsure if they were dead or alive—and fired repeatedly to finish them off.
For him, it didn't matter if they were male, female, elderly, or children. Anyone daring to attack him had to die. The only difference this time was that Dean mercifully aimed his finishing shots at their chests and arteries, avoiding headshots so as not to be accused by Nc of being cold-blooded and cruel afterward.
After clearing out the 'thugs,' Dean disappeared into an alley in a flash. He moved like a monkey, parkouring across the surrounding buildings, climbing high, and immediately reached the highest point to survey the area.
To the east, a motley crew was hastily making their way towards the clinic. These people were clearly local gang members. To the west was the direction from which the "child soldiers" had come. There was a crossroads over there. When they had passed it earlier, a group of old people and children had been present, but now they had all vanished, and the surrounding windows were tightly shut. To the north and south were only dilapidated, low-rise buildings, none higher than the six-story apartment building Dean was now on.
Could I be overthinking this?
Just as Dean entertained this thought, the Black girl who had left the clinic earlier to call for help returned. She emerged from the clinic with more "little puddings," all carrying various makeshift weapons. They surrounded Harry's SUV and opened fire.
White impact marks rained down on the bulletproof SUV's alloy and glass. Occasionally, ricochets hit unlucky ones among the attackers. But these teenagers, none older than fifteen or sixteen, didn't care in the least. Their eyes were fixed with fanatical intensity on their triggers, determined not to stop firing until their magazines were empty.
Poor Harry, feeling the intense vibrations of the car, was almost scared out of his wits. Oh, God! How did this place turn into this? he wondered, almost believing he was in a Brazilian favela, not the place where he had grown up.
Just then, angry shouting erupted from the street corner. "FK! This is Crip Gang territory!"
It was the local gang members, who had heard the commotion and rushed over. But when they saw what was happening, they were all stunned. Upon hearing the gunfire, they had assumed someone was raiding their turf. They never expected the shooters to be a group of young Black teenagers.
Harry peered through the SUV window, a hopeful expression on his face. He shouted towards a firing port in the vehicle, "Big Guy, it's Harry, help—"
RAT-A-TAT-TAT!
The intense gunfire drowned out Harry's cry for help.
The pint-sized 'thugs,' without a moment's hesitation, turned their guns on the dozen or so newly arrived gang members and pulled their triggers. The gang members were still stunned. By the time they reacted, their strong bodies were already collapsing powerlessly to the ground. As their consciousness faded, they were still bewildered, wondering why there was a group of such ferocious children here...
Inside the SUV, Harry's eyes bulged. He clamped his hand tightly over his mouth, finding it hard to accept that his would-be saviors had bitten the dust the moment they arrived.