Chapter 323: Gatling Gun Bodhisattva
The moment the two grenades touched the deck, they exploded with devastating force, bursting into a dazzling display of fire.
But this wasn't just for show; countless shrapnel and steel balls spewed from the spent cartridges, turning everything in their path into Swiss cheese.
And that wasn't all.
As the bodyguards stood up, angrily looking around, ready to find Ron and riddle him with bullets to avenge their fallen brothers, they discovered that Ron had somehow already run to a lifeboat covered by a tarp and suddenly yanked it off.
The tarp was removed, revealing, besides the lifeboat, the most conspicuous thing mounted on it: a Gatling gun.
"Say hello to my little friend! Die, you bastards!" Ron roared with laughter. Under his control, the barrels of the machine gun began to spin rapidly, the muzzle flash, initially an immature orange, quickly turning red, and finally a dazzling blue.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..." The machine gun, like a harvester, mercilessly reaped the lives of the bodyguards on the deck.
"What are you afraid of! He's using a machine gun! He can't hit shit with that thing! Brothers, rush him together!" a bodyguard shouted to his comrades from behind cover.
That's what he said, and that's what he did.
Taking advantage of Ron's momentary lapse in concentration, the bodyguard who had just shouted suddenly stood up, aimed, and fired in one fluid motion. If the hatred in his eyes could be bullets, Ron would have been killed a thousand times over!
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
Ron had noticed him even before he spoke, before he even began to move. The moment he stood up, Ron suddenly yanked the machine gun towards him.
Despite the turbulent waves and the typically abysmal accuracy of machine gun fire, his marksman's skill allowed him to unleash a burst of bullets, precisely severing the fool who dared to provoke Ron in half.
Yes, that's right, severed in half.
A .50 caliber machine gun bullet hitting any part of the human torso is certain death! The immense kinetic energy either creates a gaping hole or, as it did now, leaves a gaping wound.
The bodyguard's lower body remained standing on the deck, while his upper body lay prone on the ground, struggling to crawl forward.
"Help! Please help me!" the bodyguard cried out helplessly.
In his mind's eye, he had only felt a sharp pain in his lower back after being shot, then collapsed to the ground, losing all feeling in his lower body. It wasn't until he crawled a couple of steps, felt something was wrong, and looked back that he realized he had left his lower body behind.
"Ahhhhhh!" With a cry of agony, he finally died.
And this wasn't an isolated incident. Since Ron started spraying bullets with the Gatling gun, plus the two he'd taken down with grenades earlier, he'd killed five people in just about twenty seconds!
Don't think that's too few.
These weren't ordinary thugs; they were Crane's most elite killers. Outside, wealthy clients would hire them for exorbitant sums to eliminate business rivals or romantic rivals.
But now, in front of Ron, they were like helpless chicks, slaughtered at will!
That's right, this was hardly a battle. The bodyguards hadn't even had a chance to retaliate before being completely overwhelmed, turning it into a one-sided massacre.
Of course, underestimating these elite assassins was a mistake, tantamount to suicide.
On the roof of the yacht's bridge, a rifle had silently extended, aiming at the crazed Ron—it was Crane's trusted bodyguard who had always been by his side.
Naturally, he had another identity: an elite sniper.
The crosshairs on the scope finally aligned with Ron's head. With just a squeeze of his finger, he could blow Ron's head off. A cruel smile crept across the elite sniper's face.
"Say your prayers~" He kissed the crucifix hanging on his chest, a habit he had after every kill.
Although God might not let a murderer who had killed countless people into heaven, what if God just happened to be looking the other way that day? That was a small hope for a villain, wasn't it?
But unfortunately, his finger hesitated to pull the trigger.
Because behind him, another person was holding a silenced pistol to the back of his head.
"I think you're the one who should be saying prayers!"
"Pfft!" A muffled sound, and the bullet pierced the elite sniper's head, exiting through his forehead.
"Bastard!" Arthur spat on the elite sniper and kicked him hard.
No wonder Arthur hated this guy so much; he had seen this person's face in his video call with Gina.
Last time, Gina, under the guise of showing him her watch, secretly pointed out the hull number of another ship behind her. However, before Arthur could even see it clearly, Gina was slapped to the ground by this elite sniper.
Arthur was furious, but could only rage helplessly.
Now that he finally had an opportunity, how could he not get his revenge?
"What the hell are those people outside doing?" Crane roared, spitting in his subordinate's face. "Why are there so many people, yet they can't handle one guy! He's clearly alone!"
"Boss, it doesn't seem to be Arthur outside."
"How is that possible? Besides Arthur, who else would dare to come here in a beat-up boat to rescue someone? Who else?!" Crane refused to believe that it could be anyone other than that madman Arthur outside.
It could only be said that he, as the boss of an assassin organization, had been a bit negligent, not even recognizing the famous Ron.
Ron: Don't recognize me? No problem, pay your taxes, and settle all the back taxes you owe in one go, then we'll get acquainted, right?
"No, this can't go on," Crane said, pointing to one of his men. "You, yes, I'm talking to you. Go and grab Arthur's woman. We're moving now, to the other boat."
If they couldn't win, they'd retreat—this wasn't running away, it was a tactical withdrawal. Crane couldn't help but feel smug about his own strategic thinking.
Ron nodded to Arthur, who was standing on the deck. He wasn't recklessly bold; he wouldn't have been so confident in unleashing firepower if Arthur weren't with him.
This was a plan they had discussed from the beginning.
Ron rammed his boat into Crane's large ship, drawing the attention of those on board, while Arthur attacked from behind—classic bait and switch.
Meanwhile, the assassins, still hiding behind various cover, were still pondering how to deal with Ron, completely unaware that danger was unknowingly approaching.
(End of Chapter)
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