Chapter 52

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An Jia Ning knelt on one knee, holding the gun with both hands, aiming at the direction Li Xiangdong just pointed out, holding her breath and focusing, she pulled the trigger.

She was using a police revolver, with an effective range of fifty meters, but in reality, the combat radius was only twenty-five meters. The bullets weren't very powerful, but the good thing was that the recoil was also relatively light.

Compared to the old Type 54, she still preferred this revolver.

She fired each shot slowly, but with a good rhythm, each shot was precise. On the other hand, Hu Ying, who was beside her, was a completely different type.

Kneeling on one knee, she raised the gun and fired without hesitation, and still managed to maintain a high level of accuracy. It was clear that this girl had practiced shooting a lot.

Although the two handguns weren't very powerful, this effective counterattack severely dampened the spirits of the bandits hiding in the truck.

Even though the revolver's penetration and stopping power weren't strong, the retaliatory bullets still managed to create holes in the thin truck walls. The bandits, who had been acting arrogantly just moments ago, either got hit or were scared, and immediately fell silent.

At this moment, Li Xiangdong had already performed a forward roll and arrived at the front side of the truck, kneeling on one knee and holding the gun with both hands.

On the other side of the truck, a bandit was holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, standing behind the open door, suppressing Captain Wei and his team.

Without hesitation, Li Xiangdong raised his hand and fired. The 7.62mm Type 51 pistol bullet, with its massive kinetic energy, shattered the car window and, without losing momentum, exploded a cloud of blood on the head of the bandit on the other side of the car.

The bandit's head exploded, and his body collapsed like a noodle, the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle falling to the ground. The pressure on Captain Wei Zhonghang and his team was immediately relieved, and they ran over with their guns.

Li Xiangdong turned around, and the two girls were holding their guns with both hands, firing at the train car. There was no counterattack from inside the car.

But at that moment, a black shadow quietly extended an arm from the other side of the car, it was the truck driver who had failed to open the door and had secretly hidden.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three rapid shots, An Jia Ning and Hu Ying felt the bullets whiz past their faces. They instinctively crouched for cover.

When they looked up, they saw a figure slowly falling to the ground from the side of the car, it was the truck driver. On the other side, Li Xiangdong had just turned his gun.

The headlights behind him illuminated his figure. He was in a standard combat stance, kneeling on one knee, holding the gun with both hands, his upper body straight, his face sharp and angular, his eyebrows straight, his eyes like cold stars, his nose straight, and his lips slightly pursed, like a chiseled sculpture, the straight and hard lines exuded a slightly exaggerated masculine beauty. The two girls were a bit flustered.

"Phew, he's dead, and he's still posing. What a show-off."

An Jia Ning spat out a curse, while Hu Ying, standing next to her, grinned without a care.

"I think he looks pretty good."

Yang Feng, who had rushed over with his gun, saw Li Xiangdong taking all the glory in front of his two goddesses. He wished he could shoot Li Xiangdong dead. This bastard, he's stealing my spotlight again.

"Are you all okay?"

Captain Wei Zhonghang and his team ran over, shouting. Seeing that the three young people were alive and fighting back, he felt relieved. The police force had already suffered enough losses today.

Li Xiangdong didn't answer him but shouted at them, "Get down!"

Wei Zhonghang and his team were taken aback, then quickly dived to the ground. Just as they lay down, a series of tracer bullets flew out of the car, piercing the night sky as they passed over their heads.

An Jia Ning and Hu Ying hadn't killed the gunman in the car; they had only startled him. In the meantime, he had quietly completed a tactical reload.

However, because he couldn't figure out the situation outside, he didn't dare to come out of the car. His teammates outside were all dead, and no one could provide him with cover fire. In the dark, enclosed car, he didn't know which direction to shoot.

When Wei Zhonghang and his team ran over, shouting, they provided a target for the gunman.

The sound of the bolt being pulled couldn't be hidden from Li Xiangdong's wolf-like ears.

Tracer bullets kept flying out of the car, whizzing over Wei Zhonghang and his team's heads. The gunman was in a killing frenzy, pulling the trigger continuously without stopping.

Wei Zhonghang and his team's faces turned pale, and Yang Feng was so scared that he wet his pants.

On the other side, An Jia Ning and Hu Ying were also stunned by the bandit's sudden burst of fire.

Only Li Xiangdong remained calm. Without adjusting his stance, he just changed the direction of the gun in his hand. The wolf's power not only gave him super senses but also a wolf-like sixth sense and predictive ability.

Despite the car separating them, he could judge the position of the gunman inside the car based on the direction of the tracer bullets and his strange premonition.

He pulled the trigger, the bullet was fired, the Type 54's slide recoiled, and then, under the force of the spring, it snapped back, instantly chambering another bullet.

The remaining 4 bullets in the magazine were fired by Li Xiangdong in almost two seconds.

Although the Type 54 had issues with high recoil and poor accuracy, its power was unmatched by modern pistols, with excellent penetration and stopping power.

The last bullet was fired, the gunpowder gas was exhausted, and the Type 54's slide couldn't snap back, leaving a faint white smoke and a strong smell of gunpowder from the gap between the slide and the barrel.

The train car, which had been spewing fire, suddenly fell silent. The gunshots stopped, and even the people on the scene could hear the sound of a heavy object hitting the car wall and slowly sliding to the ground in the eerie silence.

Wei Zhonghang and his team let out a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and crouched as they moved toward Li Xiangdong and the others.

On the other side, An Jia Ning and Hu Ying looked at Li Xiangdong with a dazed and dreamy gaze. In that moment, the image of him, half-kneeling, holding the gun with both hands and firing rapidly, was deeply etched in their minds.

"Are you all hurt?"

Wei Zhonghang and his team came to their side and shouted, patting Li Xiangdong on the shoulder with a strong hand, his eyes full of admiration for the young man.