Chapter 555 - The Melee in a Small Town (2/2)

“Huh?”

Powell, Mina, and Thomas gasped. If a mere slap was all it took for Xiao Luo to send a man flying, they couldn’t imagine how strong he actually was. Mina suddenly realized that Xiao Luo had gone easy on her when he slapped her yesterday. If he had not held back, she would’ve ended up just like Rice or perhaps even worse.

“You motherf*cking Hua b*stard, I’m so gonna kill you!”

Thomas was loyal to Rice, and he was the first to react. Holding up his submachine gun, he made ready to shoot Xiao Luo.

But before Thomas could get his gun in a position to fire, Xiao Luo had already taken control of it and held its muzzle to Thomas’s head. The eerie feeling of the gun’s cold steel pressing against his forehead made Thomas break out in a sweat.

“I have had enough of you people! F*cking get up my nose once more, and I will kill you all!”

The expression on Xiao Luo’s face was cruel, and he looked like he was about to kill them. If these American soldiers couldn’t behave themselves in such a critical situation, he would finish them off with his own hands. Why bother to wait for the Libyan rebels to do the job?

“Gulp!”

Thomas shuddered when he saw the murderous look in Xiao Luo’s eyes, and there was no doubt in his mind that Xiao Luo would not hesitate to shoot him given half a chance.

Suddenly, Powell stepped in and kicked Thomas to the ground. “You bunch of idiots! So my orders are now meaningless to you, eh? How many times have I told you Mr. Mie is on our side, and he is not the enemy. Yet you’re all still picking on him at such a crucial moment. You better know that I am this close to shooting you lot myself!” Powell growled.

Powell was infuriated. He turned to Rice, who was still bleeding in the mouth with his left cheek swollen, and gave him a dirty look. “You piece of sh*t! I must have been blind when I appointed you as my number two. The enemy is all around and has us in their gunsights, yet you choose to make a fool of yourself! Do you wanna die, huh?”

Powell took a step toward Rice and delivered two kicks at him, venting his frustration.

After being kicked, the realization suddenly dawned on Rice, and he quickly regained his composure. With the rebel fighters crawling everywhere, instead of thinking about getting out alive, his first instinct was to blame the man they called Mr. Mie. He quickly realized that it was not how a SEAL was expected to react. So despite being in a lot of pain, he immediately got up from the ground and stood at attention with his chest out and chin up. It showed that he knew that what he had done was wrong.

Suddenly, they heard a familiar sound—the heavy footfall of army boots!

Without warning, a Libyan rebel fighter appeared from the corner of the street ahead.

Mina was ready to take him out, and just when she was about to squeeze the trigger to end his life, a shot rang out.

BANG!

The bullet tore a bloody hole in the rebel fighter’s forehead, and his shocked compatriots, trudging next to him, quickly jumped behind the street corner to take cover.

Mina gawked at Xiao Luo with admiration in her eyes. He had reacted swiftly and shot with the precision of a marksman. Mina quickly realized how much more superior this man was compared to her.

Dumbfounded, Mina was still in her firing position when she saw Xiao Luo bounding forward like lightning and wielding the dagger in his hand like a wolf’s fang. Cries of fear and anguish were heard, and the Libyan rebels who had hidden behind the corner collapsed in puddles of blood before they even had the chance to shoot.

This guy was powerful and exceptional at martial arts!

Powell, Mina, Rice, and Thomas were astonished by Xiao Luo’s strength and skills. The man from the Hua Nation had already taken down the rebel fighters within the short period they were still trying to consolidate. It was a frightening display of raw power, and had they been the rebel fighters, they would undoubtedly have ended up dead as well.