William estimated that these four vehicles would reach him in just a few minutes.
He turned and looked around, noticing another dirt slope, seven or eight meters high, a few dozen meters away, with the only road leading into the mine below it.
After estimating the firing angle, William immediately ran towards it.
He quickly rushed up the dirt slope, found a good position, and checked his ammunition, placing the remaining four magazines where he could easily grab them.
Not long after he was ready, the four vehicles came speeding over.
William raised his AK, aimed at the first vehicle, and opened fire fiercely.
The 30 bullets were expended by William in less than six or seven seconds.
His current strength was five or six times that of an ordinary person, and he made the heavy-recoil AK fire with the power of a machine gun.
In a matter of seconds, the first vehicle was riddled with holes by William's gunfire, and blood mist continuously erupted from inside.
At a distance of less than 20 meters, the AK's firepower was maximized, and the bullets instantly penetrated the car windows and doors.
The doors of ordinary cars simply couldn't withstand the AK's penetration, and the people inside the first car moved like puppets on strings, swaying a few times before falling still.
He quickly swapped magazines and opened fire on the last car, about 30 meters away.
Loud thudding sounds continuously came from the last car.
Before he had even fired a dozen rounds, this car was actually blown up by William.
With a "boom," the entire car suddenly erupted in a towering blaze.
At this point, the two middle cars, in a panic, swerved left and right to avoid the car in front and came to a stop.
William, while there were still bullets in his AK, aimed at the driver of the third car and swept it.
The front windshield was immediately shattered by a dozen bullets, and William saw blood mist instantly erupt from the two people in the front seats of that car.
At this moment, the people in the second car scrambled out, terrified, and hid behind the vehicle.
Only ten seconds had passed.
William quickly loaded the third magazine, and seeing that he could no longer get a clear shot at the people hiding behind the car from his current angle, William turned and retreated behind the dirt slope.
At a distance of 20 meters, William could fully sense their every move.
He quickly ran a few dozen meters forward, coming up on their flank, and aiming his gun, he fired two short bursts at two people who had exposed themselves.
"Da da da, da da da" – the two guys hiding behind the car immediately slumped onto it, spitting blood, and slowly fell down.
Now, only two people from the second car were still mobile.
The two people in the back seat of the third car were wounded by those dozen or so bullets and were now lying by the third car, holding their guns, weakly gasping for breath.
William calculated that he still had 24 bullets in his gun and one magazine on him, which was enough.
After instantly realizing this, William began to fire short bursts at the fuel tank of the third car.
"Da da da da da" – upon hearing the gunshots near the fuel tank, the two prone men were immediately terrified, their hearts pounding.
They bravely endured their injuries and started crawling away, but before they had crawled a few meters, William, who had found a firing angle, shot each of them in the back, and they stopped moving.
At a distance of over 60 meters, short-barreled guns were no longer a threat to him.
He stood up, loaded his last magazine, and then began to shoot at the fuel tank of the second car, firing one shot, waiting a few seconds, then firing another shot and waiting a few more seconds.
He just wanted to see if the two guys hiding behind the car would be scared enough to run out.
This caused the two men, who had just witnessed the fate of the people in the third car, to lose bladder control.
One guy's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and the other, after William had fired four shots at the fuel tank, couldn't take the pressure and screamed, rushing out.
He hadn't run a few meters before William shot him in the back, and with a thud, he fell face down on the ground, unmoving.
William, that shameless guy, in order to scare the one who hadn't run out, deliberately fired another shot into the body of the recently fallen man, and then, following his previous actions, began to fire shot after shot at the fuel tank.
After the eighth shot, William muttered to himself, "How come I've fired seven or eight shots and this fuel tank still hasn't exploded? Didn't they say a few shots would make the fuel tank explode?"
"Surrender! I surrender!"
William was about to fire again when he heard the last guy throw his gun out and shout surrender.
William stopped firing after hearing him say surrender.
"Hands up and come out."
After waiting a few seconds, William saw that the guy hadn't come out, so without wasting words, he fired a shot at the trunk.
This shot finally scared away the last bit of sanity this guy had.
He raised his hands and nervously walked out.
When he was about ten meters away from William, William sensed that he had no weapons on him, so he put away his AK and walked over.
"Name?" William asked.
"I, I, I... My name is Luke.
Don't kill me.
I only joined this gang three days ago.
I haven't done anything bad," the guy named Luke stammered.
William didn't believe a word of it.
He had mental perception and could feel a dagger hidden in the guy's sleeve.
Moreover, the gun the guy had thrown out earlier was a modified 1911.
William didn't give Luke a chance, staying five or six meters away from him.
He didn't want to waste effort getting close and giving him an opportunity to use the dagger to kill him.
So William directly said, "Lie on the ground, immediately."
Luke was waiting for William to approach him, confident in his close-combat abilities, but seeing William's caution, before he could think much, William fired a shot at his feet.
Luke, feeling aggrieved, lay on the ground as William instructed, hands clasped behind his head.
William walked about ten meters, picked up the 1911 Luke had thrown, and meticulously examined it.
This 1911 was indeed well-modified, with an extended barrel, an enlarged grip, and a silver matte finish that felt very comfortable in the hand.
He ejected the magazine; it was full.
It seemed this guy was truly terrified by William and hadn't dared to fire a single shot.
William reloaded the magazine, cocked the gun, then wiped the AK clean with a cloth, ejected its magazine, and tossed it into the burning car.
He had been constantly sensing Luke, who was lying on the ground.
The guy had tried to get up and escape several times, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and after struggling for a long time, he still obediently lay on the ground, not daring to move.
William smiled at Luke.
"Can you tell me about this gun?
It has the Nighthawk Company logo on it, and the modification fee for this gun isn't cheap.
And looking at what you're wearing, you don't look like a small-time thug."
Luke, seeing William pick up his gun, said annoyedly, "This was a gift from my father when I was 20.
It has my father's signature on it."
As Luke said, William indeed saw a line of small text on the side of the gun: "May good luck always be with you, my child, Murad."
William took out a photo of Jenny and showed it to Luke.
"Do you know this girl?"
Luke cursed inwardly, feeling incredibly unlucky.
Looking at the photo in William's hand, he understood that they had encountered a master who was looking for trouble because their gang had kidnapped this guy's woman or sister or something.
Luke looked at the photo in William's hand and shook his head.
Seeing this, William pressed his right thumb on the firing pin of the 1911 with a click.
"I'll count to three.
If you don't know, I'll shoot.
Think carefully, you only have three seconds."
Luke screamed in fright, shouting, "Wait, please wait!
I'll give you money!
I have several million US dollars in Switzerland!
I'll give it all to you, just don't kill me!"
William ignored what Luke said.
"One."
Luke looked at William pleadingly, then suddenly saw another girl in the photo and immediately shouted, "Wait! I've seen the other girl! I've seen her!"
William stopped his finger on the trigger, looking at the other girl in the photo, who was Jenny's cousin, Amanda.
"Where have you seen her?"
Luke cautiously asked, "If I tell you, you won't kill me, right?
I promise I've seen her, just this morning, when I went to find my elder brother, I saw her at his place."
"Where?"
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