Upon hearing the sound, Uehara Tatsumi instinctively turned his head to look in the direction from which it came.
He was stunned when he saw it; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Not far away, around the corner, Ryuzaki Makoto walked out with a relaxed expression.
He could easily tuck an M70 heavy machine gun under his arm, just like he was holding a baguette!
That's an M70 general purpose machine gun!
This thing is nearly 1.2 meters long, and the gun alone weighs more than 30 kilograms. If you add the heavy 200-round ammunition belt, the total weight is close to 40 kilograms!
This thing is a complete and utter steel monster!
Under normal circumstances, let alone shooting it by hand, it would take two adults working together just to lift it out of the weapon case.
On the battlefield, a complete machine gun team of at least three or four people is needed, carrying guns, ammunition boxes, and tripods, just to barely make this monster spit fire.
But now...
How can someone like Ryuzaki Makoto treat it like a fire poker, easily tucking it under his arm with one hand?!
Is this guy even human?!
Not only was Shangyuan Longchen stunned by this outrageous scene, but the Shangyuan Society members behind him, who had just been full of momentum and ready to charge, also gaped open after seeing this scene, their faces looking as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Uehara Ryūshin, having seen his share of ups and downs, was the first to recover from his shock.
A fear of death, stemming from instinct, instantly swept over his entire body!
Before he could even give the order to fire, he saw Ryuzaki Makoto across from him slowly curl a wicked smile onto his lips.
In that instant, Uehara Tatsuomi felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast from the depths of hell!
"Hide! Hide quickly!" he shouted with all his might.
The moment he finished speaking, relying on the instincts honed through years of fighting, Uehara Tatsumi leaped and rushed into the door of the office next door!
At the same time, Ryuzaki Shinya took the huge M70 heavy machine gun from under his arm and held it steadily in his arms.
Then he pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da da da da da—!!!"
A devastating roar instantly echoed through the narrow corridor!
The M70's thick barrel began to spew deadly flames.
Full-power 7.62mm rounds, firing at a rate of over 800 rounds per minute, formed an impenetrable barrage of steel and flames, sweeping towards the dozens of members of the Upper Garden Association at the end of the corridor!
All of this happened so fast!
Those gang members who were just hesitating and shocked had no time to react at all!
The caliber and power of heavy machine gun bullets are far superior to those of the 9mm pistols they have!
A horrific and brutal massacre has begun!
The unlucky guy at the very front was instantly hit in the chest by several bullets.
His suit and shirt were torn apart as if they were made of paper.
The bullet's immense kinetic energy blasted a transparent hole the size of a washbasin into his entire chest cavity!
A mixture of blood, bits of flesh, and entrails gushed from his back, splattering his companion behind him!
The people behind him weren't much better off.
A bullet struck him precisely in the head, and his once relatively intact skull exploded with a loud "bang," like a watermelon smashed by a hammer! Red and white brain matter mixed with skull fragments flew everywhere!
Intestines, internal organs, and severed limbs were flying everywhere in the corridor!
The whole person was like a mannequin that had been violently dismantled, completely shattered!
This is no longer a gunfight; it's a one-sided, extremely bloody massacre!
The hail of steel bullets tore human bodies apart, and also tore apart everything behind them.
The sturdy concrete walls were riddled with holes like tofu under the heavy machine gun fire, leaving behind fist-sized holes!
The chandelier on the ceiling was smashed to pieces, and rubble and dust fell down in a flurry, making the whole scene look like hell on earth!
Uehara Ryūshin and a few quick-thinking subordinates who had managed to hide in the office were now covering their ears and crawling on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably from the deafening gunshots and violent tremors.
Uehara Tatsuomi's worldview was subjected to an unprecedented and enormous shock.
His eyes widened, and he kept repeating the same thing unconsciously.
"It's not real...it's not real...this madman...this monster..."
In the corridor, Ryuzaki Makoto unleashed his fury without restraint while letting out a hearty laugh of pure joy.
Hahahaha!
No wonder people say that all fear stems from insufficient firepower!
The feeling of wielding a heavy machine gun and firing is, you have to admit, really exhilarating!
In just over ten seconds, the belt of more than two hundred rounds was emptied.
When the last hot cartridge case ejected from the chamber and landed on the ground with a crisp "clink," the devastating gunfire finally ceased.
Uehara Ryūshin, who was lying on the office floor, swallowed hard when he heard the gunfire stop.
He thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something crucial. He raised his hand and slapped the back of the head of a trembling underling next to him.
"Baka! Go out and check if that bastard is dead yet!"
The young man looked completely bewildered.
What does that mean?
President, are you out of your mind?
That monster...
How could he possibly be dead?
Seeing his foolish look, Uehara Ryūshin knew he didn't understand.
He felt that Ryuzaki was bluffing and that he was too arrogant!
Why do heavy machine guns need to be mounted on a tripod and stabilized on the ground before they can be fired?
Besides its enormous size and weight, the most important thing is its terrifying recoil force, which is enough to tear a human body apart!
Keep in mind that Ryuzaki Shin was holding the gun the entire time!
The M70's terrifying recoil would surely shake him to his core.
I reckon his internal organs have been shattered into a pile of minced meat by now!
He can't possibly still be alive! We must believe in science!
Uehara Ryūchen, too lazy to waste words with this idiot underling, urged again, "Hurry up and go see! If you keep dawdling, believe me, I'll shoot you right now!"
The younger man was so frightened that he swallowed hard and could only timidly get up from the ground and slowly move towards the office door.
He trembled as he cautiously peeked half his head out from the door frame.
The next second, he saw a face with a bright smile right in front of him.
Ryuzaki stood calmly at the door and greeted him in an extremely gentle tone.
"hello."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Ryuzaki Shin drew his pistol from his waist and, without hesitation, shot the unfortunate underling in the head, blowing it off!
Blood and brain matter splattered all over Uehara Ryushin's face in the office.
Ryuzaki blew on the still-smoking muzzle of the gun and spoke to the office in a casual tone.
"Brother Longchen, are you planning to commit seppuku yourself in a dignified manner, or would you prefer me to go in and do it for you in a dignified way?"