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Especially Ant, Third Uncle and the others, they absolutely loathed this bunch.

The convoy crawled up the slope slowly, not moving fast.

The people in the grass didn’t make any move; there were lots of ants in the grass, and a red ant crawled onto Li Yu’s arm.

Li Yu ignored it, but the ant slowly crawled into the palm of his hand.

This kind of red ant isn’t poisonous; when it bites it sprays ant acid, making you feel a burning, searing pain.

Seeing this red ant stupidly crawl into his palm, Li Yu simply pinched it hard between his index finger and thumb.

Then he rubbed, and the ant’s corpse was crushed into paste.

Because he was wearing black tactical gloves, the ant never made direct contact with his skin.

After crushing the ant to death, Li Yu kept watching the approaching group through the telescope.

Closer and closer.

Very soon, the lead vehicle was already about to reach Third Uncle’s position.

At the same time.

Once Jackals saw the last vehicle enter the kill zone, he immediately said to Li Yu, ”Director Li, all vehicles have entered the encirclement.”

Li Yu said, ”Leave two alive for me, kill all the rest.

Open fire!”

With that, he triggered the Rocket Launcher in his hands and pulled the trigger at the middle vehicle.

Boom!

A Bomb trailing fire slammed straight into the pickup, which had five people sitting in the bed and four in the front.

But that Bomb hit right between the cab and the bed, blowing the vehicle apart in an instant.

The metal panels on the truck flew seven or eight meters into the air.

With a distance of less than thirty meters and firing from high to low, the Bomb’s power was pushed to the extreme.

The Rocket Launcher’s raw power was already tremendous; it was an anti-tank Rocket Launcher.

One shot, nine souls: the nine people on the pickup were dead before they even heard the sound.

That Bomb from Li Yu was only the start.

Less than a second after Li Yu fired, another four Bombs launched toward the vehicles in the convoy.

Under the Bombs, there was no room for bargaining.

The vehicle Gagaga was in also took a direct hit from a Bomb.

At the same time.

Gunfire!

Exploding!

Third Uncle and the others were snap-shooting at every visible target, incredibly fast.

The two machine guns were furiously pouring fire down the slope.

Blood and flesh flew, limbs exploded where they stood.

The gun Ant was using had terrifying power; a single round could punch a bowl-sized hole through someone’s skull.

By the time this group reacted and tried to fight back, over two-thirds of them were already dead or wounded.

They were never a trained unit to begin with, and there was no one commanding them, so all they could do was fight back on their own.

But in terror they found that no matter where they tried to hide, they still got hit—ducking to the left of the vehicle, or to the right, it made no difference.

Worse yet, they realized in horror that they were actually the lucky ones, because they hadn’t been picked out by the Rocket Launcher’s Bombs.

The other vehicles had all been blown into scrap.

Their counterattack didn’t cause Li Yu’s side any real trouble.

They held the terrain advantage, firing from high ground to low; their field of view was wide, and they could shoot at any time. Firing from low ground to high meant too many extra moves: look up, raise the gun, aim...

Most of the time, they were already dead the moment they lifted their heads.

On top of that, aside from Li Yu and Third Uncle’s four-man team, the rest of Li Yu’s people had all received proper professional training before Doomsday, and were experienced combatants in the post-apocalyptic world.

With that comparison, the outcome of the fight was never in doubt.

The battle didn’t last long.

After three minutes.

Only four or five people had thrown down their guns and were kneeling on the ground, surrendering.

Their mouths were spitting out words in a language Li Yu couldn’t understand.

After quickly sweeping his gaze over the battlefield, Li Yu said to the others, ”Clean up the battlefield.”

They flipped down the visors on their helmets and slowly moved down from both sides.

Their gun barrels stayed trained on the few who had surrendered.

Any sudden move and they’d be shot on the spot.

Li Yu walked forward slowly; whenever he got close to a body lying face down, he put a round into it without hesitation.

Who knew if you were really dead or just playing dead? Lying there like that, better to put another bullet in and feel secure.

The others followed Li Yu’s lead and did the same.

The few who had surrendered and were watching this were scared out of their minds.

Jackals and Ant approached the surrendering group. As Jackals came close, one of them quietly moved his hand toward his thigh.

Swish!

He yanked out a Handgun and was about to fire at Jackals.

But just then—

Bang!

A bullet punched through his skull.

Then another round followed, also passing through his head.

Jackals slid his Handgun back into the holster on his thigh, then gave a slight nod toward Old Qin in the woods on the opposite slope.

For Third Uncle and his people, there was always one rule: at any time, there must be a sniper holding the high ground.

That way they could see the whole field, control the situation, and seize the initiative.

The first shot just now was fired by Old Qin, the second by Jackals himself.

With Jackals’ reflexes, even without Old Qin’s help he could have handled it himself.

With that cautionary example in front of them, the remaining four clearly behaved themselves a lot more.

The four of them kept chattering in the bird language Li Yu couldn’t understand.

But Ant understood; for them to stand at the top as King of Soldiers among Special Soldiers was never just about combat strength.

There were other aspects as well.