I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 843: One Against One Hundred

At that moment, the "Blue Liberators," who had already entered the Steel Factory and were attacking the internal area, trying to capture the core personnel of the Steel Factory, heard the gunfire coming from the entrance.

There was no sound from the walkie-talkie, so a group of more than twenty people rushed out from the back, holding AKs, and started shooting at Lu Zheng as soon as they saw him.

Lin Wan pulled Zhao Xiaodao and the other two women to a place on the side where bullets couldn't reach them, then cautiously peeked out to observe.

"Sis!" The young assistant was about to cry, nervously grabbing Zhao Xiaodao, "Watch out for stray bullets!"

At the next moment, Lin Wan suddenly reached out and caught something mid-air.

Zhao Xiaodao's eyes sparkled, and Li Ying was also looking at Lin Wan with a mix of suspicion and amazement.

Lin Wan smiled slightly, extended her hand, and Li Ying and Zhao Xiaodao saw a yellow-brown bullet calmly lying in her palm.

"What the hell!?" The two couldn't help but blurt out at the same time.

Lin Wan said blandly, "It's a ricochet, much slower."

The young assistant, "..."

Ricocheting? Slow speed, so you can catch it?

The clueless young assistant felt like she was dreaming.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

The continuous gunfire snapped everyone's attention back, and then they saw Lu Zheng using an AK to reign over everything, his body weaving among the covers, as if he was playing CS, taking out the enemies one by one.

The gunfire sounded, and the opponents fell.

Li Ying muttered, "No wonder you dare to charge into the hail of bullets; you can really dodge them..."

Zhao Xiaodao was so excited that his face turned red. Martial Arts, this is the legendary Martial Arts, truly amazing!

However, Lu Zheng didn't show off for long. After killing around ten people, the remaining ones shouted, panicked, and retreated inside.

"Brother Lu is so strong!" Zhao Xiaodao felt like he was watching a movie, and it was a godlike one at that.

Lin Wan shrugged indifferently, "This kind of prayer-style combat is not even as good as the local militias in Southeast Asia. No matter how many come, they're just here to feed."

Seeing Lu Zheng repelling the enemy, calmly changing magazines, and leisurely walking a couple of steps, he then cleared his throat and began taking small, cautious steps along the wall like a professional.

Everyone, "..."

Li Ying couldn't help but ask, "Sister Wan, was it as dangerous as this when you fought your way out of Old John Manor?"

Zhao Xiaodao and the young assistant also looked at Lin Wan. They had been traveling in Africa for the past few days, and Lin Wan's legendary peak battle at Old John Manor had, of course, been recounted as a tale by Li Ying to Zhao Xiaodao and the others.

So even if Zhao Xiaodao wasn't, the young assistant was already a bit bewildered.

She thought that maybe facing a hail of bullets and catching bullets with bare hands was just regular operation for Hua Country's top special forces?

Movies downplay it just to avoid scaring ordinary people and foreign counterparts?

And her making a fuss was simply because she was inexperienced?

Not to mention Li Ying is from Interpol, even Zhao Xiaodao didn't seem too scared, which means Zhao Xiaodao knows a lot!

Lin Wan shook her head, "This is nothing compared to Old John Manor, we had four ordinary people with us, and Old John's gunmen had advantageous positions atop buildings and attacked us from three directions.

Old John's gunmen were trained security, with some retired soldiers among them. How could these guys compare?"

"Hiss——"

The three women collectively gasped.

Moreover, the young assistant confirmed that she was indeed making a fuss. It seems those anti-Japanese war shows do have real-life inspiration, and she had heard of some legendary Martial Arts masters, such as Lü Juntian or someone like that.

"Brother Lu has gone far!" Zhao Xiaodao hastily pointed ahead.

Lin Wan nodded, then thought for a moment and said as reservedly as she could, "Follow behind me, but not too close; I can only catch ricochets."

Everyone, "..."

Lu Zheng led, followed by four women, as they stealthily advanced forward, and soon spotted another team rushing back.

This time, they had RPGs and some people trying to surround them from the other side.

However...

Lu Zheng's shots rang rhythmically, like the beat of a death toll. Anyone who exposed themselves received a barrage of bullets.

This time, the soldiers were more cautious, many hiding behind cover with only their heads exposed, so Lu Zheng couldn't only target their chests.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

After the heads of eight soldiers were consecutively hit, the reinforcements broke down again, retreating further inside amidst chaos.

"Keep going!"

...

Before long, Lu Zheng had cornered these rather amateurish soldiers at the entrance to the internal area of the Steel Factory.

Behind them was the area guarded by the Steel Factory workers, separated by a large iron gate they hadn't breached yet.

By this time, the "Blue Liberators" were in utter panic, near collapse.

Well, any unit would likely crumble knowing nearly half their numbers fell to one person.

"Damn it! Who the heck is he!? Bring up the RPG!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot resounded, and the commander, hiding behind cover and only half-exposing his head to observe Lu Zheng, got shot dead instantly. Then Lu Zheng smoothly adjusted his aim and sprayed bullets, taking down five or six more, causing the gunfire on site to thin immediately, and even the soldiers ordered to wield the RPGs quickly ducked back down.

All the insurgents shrank behind cover, and a moment of quiet enveloped the scene as everyone seemed caught off guard by the current situation.

"Click!"

Lu Zheng nonchalantly stepped forward, boldly changing his magazine, indifferent about whether the enemy would seize the chance to strike.

Yet his ease completely broke the enemy's morale.

In the next instant, a soldier raised his gun with both hands, crying as he shuffled forward on his knees.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Devil! You're a devil! Don't kill me!"

"May the Lord forgive me!"

All the soldiers raised their weapons overhead, crawling out on their knees.

These small army faction soldiers from the border of several African countries had never encountered such a formidable force.

Whether it was the city-dwelling gunmen security in Old John Manor, or the brutal Southeast Asian jungle guerrilla, they all crumbled under Lu Zheng and Lin Wan. How could these guys handle it?

The fact that they held off surrender until their commander was killed only proves...

Lu Zheng killed fast enough that they had no time to break down.

Lu Zheng casually dragged his gun, stepping out from behind cover, unconcerned whether someone may still be lurking unseen.

Seeing Lu Zheng's black hair and eyes, the soldiers couldn't help but lower their heads in terror, not daring to glance his way.

Lu Zheng casually approached the nearest soldier, noting the soldier's cold sweat and trembling body, too scared to lift his head, and his hands holding the rifle over his head quivered uncontrollably.

Lu Zheng took the rifle from his raised hands and tossed it aside without a word, merely pointing to a nearby empty spot.

The soldier, as if pardoned of all charges, nodded repeatedly, stumbling and crawling to the empty area, continuing to kneel with arms upraised.

This was like toppling a domino; the rest of the soldiers dropped their weapons and rushed to the empty spot, forming a chaotic kneeling pile.

Behind him, witnessing this scene, Zhao Xiaodao and Li Ying were all left in shock.