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All of them had weapons in their hands, and these were not burning sticks. Under the opponent's barrage of fire and retaliation, because they were worried about Meng Fan's safety, Liu Xia, in a moment of panic, immediately roared out loud and ordered his men to mercilessly shoot and retaliate. He did not even know where, but a few wooden boards appeared out of nowhere and he charged forward.

"Puff puff puff!"

The bullets hit the wooden planks, scattering bits of wood dust. The wooden planks on the nightstand of this hotel were made of a mixture of compressed wood and were much tougher than the average wooden planks. Even so, the bullets still pierced through the holes in the planks, and some of the bullets were even embedded into the planks.

Fortunately, Liu Xia and the others weren't stupid. They knew that a single layer of wood couldn't completely block bullets. Before that, they had already removed six or seven wood planks, adding up to a thickness of 20 centimeters, completely cutting off the bullets in front of them.

Although this wooden board looked very clumsy, one had to admit that its effect was quite good. With the wooden board blocking them, although it slowed down Liu Xia and the others' speed, when shooting at each other, the speed of their movements was increased. At the very least, they would not be suppressed by the other party's firepower.

This scene infuriated the people from the other powers. One by one, they pulled the triggers in the hopes of penetrating the wooden board through the concentrated firepower and stopping the speed of Liu Xia's group.

Their actions had truly caused a certain amount of damage to the wooden board. As pieces of wood shavings flew out, the outermost layer of the board had quickly been sifted to the point where it became a decoration.

"F * ck!" Give me the grenade, and let these bastards have a taste of the shrapnel! " Facing the enemy's crazy shooting, no matter how good Liu Xia's temperament was, he still felt somewhat angry.

After all, Meng Fan was still surrounded. How could Liu Xia dare to delay in the face of his anxiety? He shouted angrily at the members of the dark group not too far away from him.

Facing Liu Xia's angry shout, that person's face slightly changed. Although he was not clear about Liu Xia's identity, from the beginning, he did not have a good impression of Liu Xia's group, it was just that due to the orders from his superior, he did not ask any further. Now that Liu Xia scolded him like this, some anger rose in his heart, as if he wanted to argue with Liu Xia.

After all, the origins of Liu Xia's group were unknown, and once they appeared, they would all be armed. To the underworld forces in these countries, they really didn't seem like good people, plus they had very strict firearms control. If they didn't receive the orders from their superiors to come over and support, they would probably have directly exchanged blows with Liu Xia's group.

"Give me the grenade, are you deaf?" Seeing that person's lack of reaction, Liu Xia's tone became colder and colder due to his anger. The current Liu Xia was exactly the same as the calm and collected person from before; there was no trace of the person from before.

"F * ck!" Facing Liu Xia's words, that person's face turned cold as if he had just received a great humiliation. He was about to make a move, wanting Liu Xia to taste the taste of his fist.

"Alright!" Little Wu, give him a grenade! " However, at this time, another member of the dark group, who was squatting not too far away behind a bunker, also discovered what was happening. He immediately shouted angrily, interrupting his companion and using a commanding tone to shout.

The face of the person called Xiao Wu changed slightly as he was scolded by his companion. He wanted to say something, but after looking around, he forced himself to hold back. He took out a grenade from his waist and threw it towards Liu Xia.

Liu Xia was currently worried about Meng Fan's safety, so he didn't have the intention to argue with him. He took the grenade and opened up the safety catch, then threw it toward the corridor in front of him without any hesitation.

Boom!

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the corridor, blasting a large hole in the walls and wounding the nearest group of people. It even cleared out an area of two meters around the grenade.

"F * ck!" "Charge in and save Brother Fan!" Right after the explosion, Liu Xia revealed a ferocious expression as he stood up from his hiding spot. His finger continuously pulled the trigger and a series of bullets shot out from the muzzle of his gun, as if it could tear apart all the enemies in front of him.

"Save Brother Fan!" Following Liu Xia's words, the dozens of youths that had been following him all this time rushed forward as if they had eaten stimulants without fear of death.

However, at the same time, the weapons in their hands continued to shoot out a series of bullets.

Under the combined assault of so many people, the narrow corridor formed an irresistible amount of firepower. In an instant, it suppressed the enemies and did not even dare to retaliate, fearing that the bullets would hit them.

As we all know, after the bullet is fired from the chamber, it will form a certain trajectory, and in a relatively small space, the surrounding buildings will change the trajectory to a certain extent, thus forming a kind of stray bullet.

The term stray bullets was something that was definitely not seen in daily life. Most of them appeared on the battlefield, and veterans who had truly experienced life and death situations knew that although they were not afraid of direct fire from enemies, they were most afraid of stray bullets on the battlefield.

After all, this form of stray bullets was ejected from other objects, changing the trajectory. There was no way to describe its pattern, so no one knew from which angle it would appear.

In the hotel corridor, Liu Xia's group of more than ten people fired at the enemies in front of them. Although most of the bullets went straight through the entire corridor, there was still a portion of bullets that shot at the walls, forming a stray bullet that jumped around in the small space.

These stray bullets did not have any pattern, and would usually shoot back and forth several times before stopping. At the same time, under the concentrated firepower, they formed quite a few flowing bullets, and these stray bullets would jump about in the corridor. A single stray bullet would be able to seriously injure several enemies.

As Liu Xia and the others fearlessly charged forward, the people who had originally surrounded Meng Fan all chose to retreat, but this also allowed Liu Xia and the others enough time and space. Within a short period of time, they had arrived at a position less than five meters away from Meng Fan.

At the same time, Meng Fan, who had been fighting in the bathroom, also felt the explosion nearby. He even heard Liu Xia's loud shout from the outside.

Hearing that someone had come to rescue him, Meng Fan was overjoyed. There were already quite a few corpses piled up in the space beneath him, taking up nearly half of the space in the washroom. Even Meng Fan's feet were now about 1.5 meters tall, which clearly showed how many people Meng Fan had killed.

In a stalemate, Meng Fan was merciless every time he attacked. He would always deal a fatal blow to his opponent, which would ensure that he would not be held back by others. At the same time, he would maintain his peak condition and not be entangled by others, which would consume his strength.0

This was also the reason why there were so many casualties. Meng Fan no longer looked like a normal person; his clothes were already stained red with blood. It was impossible to tell his original color from his wet appearance, as if he had been soaked in blood.

"Bam!" As Meng Fan's throat was cut open and he fell to the ground, there was already no one left standing in front of him. However, at the entrance, there were still people who wanted to climb in.

Seeing this, Meng Fan's heart skipped a beat. The dagger in his hand was tossed out without a second thought. Like a dead man who had left his hand, Meng Fan directly stabbed into the man's shoulder.

At the same time, Meng Fan didn't move slowly. He half sat down, turning the corpses he had taken care of in front of him. He piled them up in front of the door, completely blocking the entrance to the bathroom.

The current Meng Fan was completely exhausted from last night's work. After blocking the door, his body immediately went limp. He lay down on the ground, gasping for air.

The current Meng Fan really hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Looking at the corpses piled up beneath him, he felt as if he had fallen into a deep battlefield. It made him think back to the days of his battles.

Even still, this was Meng Fan's first time experiencing something like this. The previous battle had taken more than an hour, and in the tiny bathroom, Meng Fan had used every method at his disposal to fight back.

First, he had stalled for time, and then the other side saw through his thoughts. Only then did he kill him and create this scene. From the start of the battle to the end, even Meng Fan had not expected that he would use the corpses of his enemies to block the door, winning him a moment to breathe.

"F * ck!" Meng Fan was half lying down as he forcefully swallowed his saliva. It was as if such a simple action had exhausted all of his strength. His entire body was as weak as a dying lamb.

It was unknown who Meng Fan was cursing to, but with his current condition, as long as he was a little kid, he could easily get rid of him. He was like this, under a tense mental state, he could explode with fighting strength that was out of the ordinary, but after fighting for a while, as long as he relaxed, he would lose all ability to move.

Like the current Meng Fan, he was too lazy to even move his fingers. If it weren't for the fact that he was still trying to keep himself awake, he would have already fainted from exhaustion.

"Brother Fan!" "Where are you?" Just when Meng Fan's consciousness was about to fade away, Liu Xia's voice floated into his ears.

To Meng Fan, hearing Liu Xia's voice was like hearing heavenly music. He struggled with the last bit of his strength to give a light "hmm" before losing all his strength and slowly fainting away.

"Brother Fan is here!" "Move these corpses away!" Liu Xia also heard Meng Fan's voice. Looking at the door in front of him that had been blocked off by the corpses, Liu Xia frowned and ordered the youths behind him in a loud voice.

Following Liu Xia's words, a few youths walked up to him. The two of them worked together to move the corpses at the entrance away, cleaning the room that was already stained red with blood.

Even though Liu Xia had been through quite a bit of slaughter, he couldn't help but frown. It was hard to imagine what Meng Fan had been through, and how he had caused all of these corpses to happen.

Different from Liu Xia and the others, when the members of the dark organization saw the scene in front of them, they were all dumbstruck. Even though they had killed quite a few people on their missions, the scene in front of them still made some of the younger members spit out.

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