Chapter 613 - The Carnage Begins (2/2)

Xiao Luo had never seen himself as a saint, but even so, at this moment, his head was filled with nothing but the desire to kill. Every time he brimmed with bloodlust, the bloodthirsty beast that dwelt within him would rear its ugly head, and his blood would start rushing to his head with excitement.

The mother–son pair they rescued recognized him immediately.

“Uncle!”

The little boy raised his head, staring at Xiao Luo with a pair of large eyes that resembled black jewels. His adorable face made him look like a porcelain doll, and he gave Xiao Luo a huge smile. Perhaps he thought that Xiao Luo had forgotten him, so he raised his little arm up high and saluted Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo patted his head, and then he noticed that the little boy’s left eye was completely white and his pupil was missing. It was evident that this little boy had been injected with the genetic agent, and his body was undergoing unusual changes. When Xiao Luo saw the woman choking on her sobs with tears streaming down her face, he sadly accepted that the boy had been infected with the genetic agent.

The woman suddenly kneeled before Xiao Luo and the men. She looked dispirited and immediately kowtowed to Xiao Luo. “Please, I’m begging you, save my husband. Please, I’m begging on my knees!”

“Get up. I’ll do my absolute best to rescue him.”

Xiao Luo frowned. From what he had heard from Nakamura Miko, it was unlikely that he’d be able to rescue Xie Wenchang. There was nothing else he could do but to assure and console her.

The woman was distressed but far from having a complete breakdown, for her son was her biggest source of strength. Women may be frail, but mothers were certainly not when it came to their offspring. Despite her fatigued condition, she lifted her little boy and held him tightly in her embrace and then followed closely behind Xiao Luo.

They were currently four floors below ground. Suddenly, the blinking lights of the elevator caught their attention. The indicator light on the plate started descending.

The mute and deaf guys brandished their assault rifles, got in position, and prepared to open fire. Beads of sweat were streaming down their foreheads, showing how nervous they were.

Suzuki Ikuo wondered, “How the f*ck can these two idiots be braver than I am? Have I been taking things too easy these few years? Have I lost my edge?” He was ashamed of himself. He was the boss of the inagawa-kai, and yet he was put to shame by a mute man and deaf man. This was a slight to his reputation and an embarrassment.

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Ding!

The elevator finally reached their level and the heavy metal door slid open. Dozen of soldiers in black uniforms and helmets rushed out.

Instantly, the mute man and deaf man squeezed their triggers simultaneously, firing manically in a sweeping pattern across the entrance of the elevator.

The gunfire was furious, sending a hail of bullets like a thunderstorm. It resembled hellfire, tearing viciously into the soldiers exiting the elevator.

OOOF!

The soldiers were caught in the deadly volley, and blood splattered around like sprays of paint. Shell casings spat from the bolt and dropped to the floor as rounds left the chamber rapidly, and the soldiers fell, one after the other.

But these were properly trained personnel, and despite the sustained fire from the mute and deaf henchmen to keep the soldiers at bay, the survivors quickly regrouped and retaliated with a counterattack.

RAT TATAT TAT!

The bullets were like sheets of rain and surged toward the defenders viciously.

The mute and deaf henchmen fell back, taking cover behind two metal cells.

Then, Xiao Luo, who had attached himself to the ceiling like a bat, flashed his palm toward the armed soldiers.

BOOM!

With a resounding roar, Xiao Luo unleashed a terrifying force through his palm that surged toward the soldiers like the angry waves of a turbulent ocean.

The soldiers felt as if they were suddenly in a vacuum, and their bodies blew up. Blood burst out of their bodies like broken pipes and sprayed into the air. Broken limbs flew in all directions as they howled pathetically, soaked in their own blood and experiencing a pain worse than death.

The thick, pungent scent of blood permeated the air.

Suzuki Ikuo, the mute man, the deaf man, and Xie Wenchang’s wife and son stood watching in stunned silence, wide-eyed, and dumbstruck. This man had taken no more than a few seconds to turn this entire area into a scene of carnage. It was a terrifying sight!