Player Reload

Puchi.

Li Cheng pulled a steel pipe from the ever-blood-spurting neck of a combatant.

The once hefty [Steel and Victory Flag Spear] has shrunk into a half-piece hollow steel pipe, its top transformed into a sharpened slanted cut, and the bottom stamped with the trademark of Laiyang Steel Pipe.

Even though it's just an ordinary steel pipe, it was more than enough to take down a few armed personnel who were frightened by Bob's aura, disadvantaged by terrain, and wearing no protective gear.

"Here."

The Oracle, seated in a wheelchair, picked up a submachine gun and tossed it to Li Cheng.

The MP7 submachine gun, designed and manufactured by Germany's HK company, with a caliber of 4.6*30mm and a capacity of 30 rounds, this batch of armed personnel used the MP7A1 model, not fitted with a silencer.

"This gun is a good one."

Li Cheng pulled the charging handle and marveled, "Sigh, back in the day when I was retaking exams at the high school factory, the school made all students hand over electronic devices, like phones, mp4 players, mp5 players, all confiscated, so I had to hand over my mp7 too."

???

Did you really bring a gun to school?

The Oracle's eyelid twitched, her strong psychological resilience stopped her from commenting out loud. Instead, she picked up another mp7 herself,

rolling up the sleeve of the body at her feet, she found a bulldog tattoo on its upper arm, with USMC in calligraphic English underneath. The other arm bore tattoos of pirate skulls, oars, wings, and combat knives.

"A retired Marine. To be precise, from the Recon Force."

Li Cheng glanced over casually and remarked.

USMC stands for United States Marine Corps, the bulldog is the unofficial mascot of the Marines, and the oar skull represents the most honor-bound recon team.

The US Army always had a tradition of tattoos, believing that having symbols of long-standing units like the Rangers and Marines tattooed on soldiers would effectively boost their sense of honor, belonging, and combat effectiveness.

Of course, another hellish humorous use is that the diverse tattoos could effectively identify the specific identity of US soldiers when they're blown to bits by roadside bombs.

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Among the four armed personnel, besides the one with the Marine tattoo, the other three also had US Army and gang-related tattoos, indirectly proving that this island prefers to hire those morally less scrupulous retired US soldiers—

Before the Iraq War, the US Army prohibited the enlistment of applicants with tattoos related to extremism, racism, or gangs, until the war escalated, the requirements were relaxed.

The so-called "good American boys" from US military families, devoutly religious, and who valued traditional ethics were too out of place on the island.

In contrast, those who had once mingled with gangs, with weak moral expectancies, who went to the battlefield for the legal thrill of human hunting, were more trusted by the island's management.

Just now Li Cheng and the Oracle caught the four armed personnel off guard, but the remaining ones are surely more vigilant now.

Thankfully... the progress of killing a VIP to unlock power also benefitted the player's summon.

Li Cheng took out the Slime-shaped Gray Rain, which had originally been palm-sized, now turned into palm-sized, rolling around in his hand.

"Do you know what to do?"

Li Cheng gestured, patiently instructing, "Go down to the wine cellar and find the armed personnel."

The Slime Gray Rain gave a "got it" glance, wriggled in place, transforming into an... Empress figurine.

Li Cheng's forehead throbbed with veins, "Armed personnel, not Wu Zetian from Honor of Kings."

Got it.

Gray Rain nodded, then turned into a... pink bunny-eared girl.

"Armed personnel, not Xiao Wu. You clearly need some Blue Silver Entanglement."

Li Cheng could clearly feel the changed, peculiar gaze of the Oracle behind him, pointing at the corpse on the ground with a pained expression, saying to Gray Rain, "Armed personnel, understand? The kind with guns! Use your creativity and find them."

Got it, got it.

Gray Rain nodded, dropped to the ground with a splat, and rolled along the steps downward.

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With the power line cut, the underground wine cellar plunged into darkness, leaving only the faint green glow of battery-powered exit signs.

Step, step, step.

Footsteps echoed from above the stairs, casting a clear shadow of a human figure on the wall from the exit sign.

The previously silent wine cellar suddenly had multiple figures with guns flashing out from behind oak barrels, firing towards the direction of the footsteps.

The chaotic gunfire rained down, muzzle flashes illuminating the floating dust in the air.

Bouncing off stone walls, the ricochet pierced barrels, causing the yet-to-be-fully-fermented wine to gush out, and the aroma of wine to spread.

"Cease fire, stay alert."

The squad leader of the security team growled, noting that while the armed personnel were retired US military, serving in the wine cellar, they were merely façade security, not wearing bulletproof vests, thus less protected than the bodyguards of VIPs.

The leader gave a look to two subordinates, who crouched against the wall, holding MP7 submachine guns, sneakily advanced under the cover of their comrades, reaching behind the wall, switching on tactical flashlights mounted on their guns, and illuminating the stairs.

It was empty there—no bodies, no traces of blood, just embedded bullets in the wall and a... silhouette made of silver liquid resembling a shadow puppet.

Buzz—

The shadow puppet suddenly vibrated, popped up, liquefied mid-air back into a Slime shape.

In front of the security team's wide-eyed and open-mouthed expressions, it pulled out... a hammer from within itself.

A Perfect Quality [Skull Shattering Power Hammer], at this moment reduced to an ordinary iron carpenter's goat-horn hammer.