Chapter 150: Yao Cheng's Counterattack

Airport.

Just as Yang Hao was taking Lin Zijin away from this place, Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan had already arrived in the airspace above the airport.

It was not that they did not want to leave, but rather that Ling Xueer and Shen Muxi had already taken the lead and charged down. How could they possibly abandon their teammates?

Of course, Yao Cheng had tried to communicate with his teammate Ling Xueer, but to no avail.

Given Ling Xueer’s stubborn personality, now that she had already parachuted down, asking her to suddenly leave the airport was completely out of the question.

As for Zhu Ziyuan, because of his quiet nature, he hadn't spoken up at all.

However, there were exceptions. Besides Yang Hao and Lin Zijin, Zhang Tian and Lu Ziqi had also evacuated from the airport.

Guessing that Yao Cheng and his group might land at the airport, Zhang Tian, with a guilty conscience, how could he dare to walk right into a death trap?

Jumping at the airport was entirely out of the question for him, unless he was looking to be tortured.

He knew very well that once he and Yao Cheng’s group landed in the same place, it would be a miracle if he wasn't relentlessly targeted.

It was crystal clear that Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, and Zhu Ziyuan had made up their minds to mess with him.

After screwing them over so badly last time and hiding for so long, there was no way they would let him off the hook this time.

If Yang Hao and the others didn't stir up trouble, they wouldn't be the people he knew.

Clinging to the mindset of hiding for as long as he could, Zhang Tian slipped away.

Fortunately, Lu Ziqi was much easier to reason with. If it had been Ling Xueer, she wouldn't have listened to Zhang Tian no matter what he said.

In the end, the only ones who landed at the airport were Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan. Counting Ling Xueer and Shen Muxi, there were four of them in total.

This wasn't the full picture. Including other competing players, there were seven or eight squads, totaling just under twenty people, though the number was getting quite close.

Gunshots soon rang out inside the airport.

Ling Xueer chose to land at C-Building Number One, and Yao Cheng, arriving a step later, landed nearby as well.

The moment he touched the ground, Yao Cheng turned around and prepared to rush into the C-Building Number One where Ling Xueer was located.

Suddenly.

Just as he dashed into the ground floor, a figure abruptly emerged.

"What the hell!"

Seeing a burly man armed with a pump-action shotgun pop out, the color drained from Yao Cheng's face, scaring the wits out of him.

Yao Cheng, who had just rushed inside, turned on his heels and bolted back outside.

Similarly, just as Yao Cheng was running away, the person holding the shotgun, the instant he saw Yao Cheng, instinctively started retreating backward.

Yet the very next moment, his opponent realized something.

Wait a minute, that guy he just ran into didn't seem to have a gun!

Realizing this, the shotgun-wielder slapped his own forehead in annoyance, immediately halted his retreat, and stepped forward again.

Yao Cheng's running speed was obviously not that fast. By the time the man chased after him with the shotgun, Yao Cheng had just stepped out of Building Number One.

The man sneered, raised the shotgun in his hand, aimed it at the running Yao Cheng, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A flash of fire licked from the muzzle, followed instantly by the distinctive gunshot of the S686 double-barreled shotgun.

Hearing the gunfire behind him, Yao Cheng felt a jolt of panic.

He instinctively glanced back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Damn it, did they really have to be this brutal?

Fortunately, his opponent's shot missed Yao Cheng completely.

A miss!

Grazing right past him!

Just as Yao Cheng was about to let out a sigh of relief, a scan from his peripheral vision caused the muscles on his face to twitch violently.

The enemy was chasing after him.

Yao Cheng was startled all over again...

Dammit, were they determined not to let him go?

Normally it would be fine, but right now he didn't even have a gun.

Forget about a gun; he didn't even have a crowbar or a machete. What was Yao Cheng supposed to fight back with?

Fists?

Stop joking around. The enemy could take him down with a single shot.

Although he was confident in his own skills, Yao Cheng wasn't arrogant to that extent; he still possessed basic self-awareness.

Nowadays, whoever held the gun was the boss.

Attempting a comeback without a weapon carried too much risk.

After weighing the risks, Yao Cheng naturally wasn't going to throw himself blindly into the line of fire.

Right now, what he needed to do most was to run for his life.

Only by surviving would he have the chance to counterattack.

Otherwise, everything else was just empty talk.

While running, Yao Cheng slightly shifted his perspective backward and once again witnessed a horrifying sight.

The chasing man had already raised his shotgun and locked his sights on him yet again.

Suddenly.

At the very instant death closed in, Yao Cheng violently swerved to the side.

Right at that moment, the pitch-black muzzle behind him spat out a flurry of sparks.

Bang!

The moment the gunshot echoed, a blast of buckshot grazed his arm, sending a splash of blood into the air.

His previously full health bar dropped significantly after that shot.

A brush with death!

So close!

That was entirely too close!

If Yao Cheng's reaction had been just a fraction of a second slower, or if the enemy's aim had been slightly more centered, Yao Cheng would have ended up flat on the ground.

Following that shot, the opponent had fired two consecutive shots, exhausting both rounds of ammunition.

At this moment, the S686 in the enemy's hands was completely empty.

The opponent had already begun reloading. Assessing the distance between them, Yao Cheng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately abandoned the idea of turning back for a desperate melee fight.

If he rushed him right now, the enemy would practically be done reloading, and trying to fight empty-handed against a gun would likely result in him getting gunned down instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Yao Cheng—whose arm had just been clipped by a bullet—made his decision.

Run!

Seeing Yao Cheng's actions, the man behind him sneer once more.

While sliding fresh shells into the chamber of his S686, he strode forward with unyielding determination to give chase.

This kill was his, no matter what.

Soon, the S686 was reloaded, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He raised his gun, aimed at Yao Cheng's retreating back, and pulled the trigger.

This shot missed again!

Almost at the exact moment he fired, Yao Cheng vaulted through a window at his side, masterfully dodging the shot.

It was hard to tell whether the enemy's marksmanship was abysmal or Yao Cheng's luck was simply off the charts, but after three shots fired, the standoff continued.

Seeing the window Yao Cheng had climbed through, the man flashed a meaningful smile and sprinted over.

Yao Cheng didn't know, but he knew very well that the exact spot Yao Cheng had just crawled into was a room he had already looted himself—forget about a gun, there wasn't even a crowbar in there.

There was hardly any distance to cover; in just four or five strides, the man reached the window Yao Cheng had just slipped through.

Chortling mockingly, without the slightest hesitation, he climbed through the window himself.

The moment he hoisted himself onto the windowsill and his gaze swept across the room, he froze.

Because he didn't see Yao Cheng's shadow anywhere.

Judging by the timing, Yao Cheng, who had just climbed in, should still be inside the room; at the very least, he couldn't have vanished into thin air right before his eyes.

Just as doubt began to creep into his mind, a figure suddenly materialized right in front of him, accompanied by a fist that rapidly grew larger in his vision.

The next second, everything went black as he took a heavy blow to the head from the abruptly appearing Yao Cheng.

His mind went slightly blank!

Before he could even recover, Yao Cheng's second fist came swinging down relentlessly!

What the hell...

Damn you!