PDLP Chapter 112 Dragon's Breath
Chapter 112 Dragon's Breath
Cruz has experienced three instances in his life where fear caused him to lose control of his body.
The first time was when I was eight years old.
His parents bought him an ice cream he doesn't usually get to eat, took him to the amusement park he'd always wanted to visit, and even gave him a very comfortable taxi ride.
Then, the parents never came back.
The second time was when he was fourteen years old and killed someone for the first time.
He remembered it clearly; it was a boy about his age. At the time, Dark gave him a knife and a "promise."
"I don't need that many people, one is enough."
The third time was a month ago, and right here.
At that time, he was a gunman for Dak, but Dak was killed by a group of people.
And right in front of him!
But he couldn't even lift the gun...
And now, this is the fourth time.
He crouched behind the car, looking at his trembling hands, recalling what had just happened.
A bullet shattered the assault rifle in his hand.
It shattered! Not broken! It shattered into pieces all over the place!
That sense of powerlessness from childhood irresistibly welled up in my heart, and fear grew uncontrollably in my brain, invading my thoughts.
Cruz raised his hand and used the space between his thumb and forefinger to stop the scream that was about to escape his lips.
He hates...
I hate trembling! I hate fear! I hate that powerless version of myself!
Open your mouth and bite!
The physical pain replaced the mental fear, and the metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth.
Instead of spitting out the blood in his mouth, Cruz swallowed it down his throat.
He's no longer that useless good-for-nothing!
It's a "mad dog"!
Cruz Nabe, the "Mad Dog"!
"gun!"
Cruz let out a ferocious roar, his teeth stained with crimson blood.
His appearance terrified his men.
Seeing those dumbfounded guys, Cruz grabbed a gun from one of his men, swung it with the butt, and knocked him to the ground.
"waste!"
Cruz cursed and then shouted, "Those who aren't trash, come with me! Get the explosives ready! We're going in through the back door!"
Seeing their leader revert to his usual arrogant "mad dog," these guys suddenly felt a strange surge of courage.
"Mad Dog"... is invincible!
As Dak charged forward amidst the machine gun fire, three more men immediately followed in his footsteps.
The dense hail of bullets quickly took down one person.
Cruz didn't even turn his head, continuing to sprint toward the back door.
The same applies to the remaining two.
Until the second person fell.
However, he wasn't quite dead, nor did he want to die, so he weakly uttered a cry.
"The explosives...are on me..."
He hoped that Cruz would instinctively turn around and pull him back.
And Cruz did indeed turn back.
Amidst the machine gun fire, he turned, rolled, and lay down behind the guy, using him as cover while pulling out the explosives he was carrying.
"Thanks……"
Before he could finish thanking them or feel any relief, Cruz had already left with the explosives.
"You and him..."
Before he could finish his swearing, a ricocheting machine gun bullet struck him on the forehead, rendering him unable to express his dissatisfaction any longer.
When Cruz, with explosives and his last man, rushed to the back door, a stray bullet had also torn a piece of flesh from his calf.
After tearing open his trouser leg and tying it to the front of the wound to stop the blood from gushing out, Cruz directly pressed the C4 explosive with the detonator he had checked beforehand against the door.
"Beep!"
"boom!"
The remote control sounded and the explosion rang out one after the other. The violent impact ripped the back door off and sent it flying out.
Cruz rushed in almost immediately.
Then he saw a man in a black trench coat holding a gun, standing at a distance and aiming it at him.
Cruz immediately turned around and grabbed the last of his men, pulling him in front of him as a shield.
Almost simultaneously, a shot rang out.
"Bang bang bang!"
After three gunshots, Cruz clearly felt the guy he was shielding begin to fall uncontrollably.
died?
But it is not important.
The important thing is that he's still alive!
Ignoring his leg injury, Cruz gritted his teeth and lifted the object in his hand, using it as a riot shield.
"Bang bang bang bang bang——"
The one who fired the shot this time was Cruz.
He held a corpse in one hand, while the other hand rested an assault rifle on the corpse's shoulder.
Instead of peeking out to aim, he adjusted the muzzle of his gun based on the point of impact and charged forward.
Due to the intense muscle contraction, the strips of cloth on the calf were torn open, and a tingling and hot sensation accompanied by the continuous flow of blood rushed in.
Cruz gritted his teeth and continued running forward, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
Now, he no longer cares about his own life or death.
All he wanted was to kill the other person! To eliminate the sense of powerlessness that had tormented him his entire life!
He wants to prove it!
He has a gun!
He's ruthless!
He's no longer the good-for-nothing he used to despise!
He is Miami's future "King of the Night"!
He wanted to instill fear in everyone who heard his name and saw his face!
However, fear struck him first.
Because he finally saw his opponent.
That guy... who killed Dark!
While Cruz was frantically designing and charging forward, Levi simply stood still.
Because he can sense the trajectory of those bullets... If they're going to hit him, he'll dodge. Conversely, if they're not going to hit him at all, why would he dodge?
If you move around randomly, it would be ridiculous if it weren't for the opponent's accurate shot, but for your own ability to catch it properly.
So even when the bullet grazed his ear, he didn't move an inch.
Compared to Cruz's madness, Levi remained as calm as an outsider watching a movie on screen.
Ignoring the whistling bullets, Li Wei put down his HK416 and calmly reached into the holster on his back to draw "Lilith".
After his assault rifle's effectiveness was diminished by human shields, Levi decided to try out his homemade "Dragon's Breath Bullet".
Raise the gun, aim, and pull the trigger.
But the next moment, however, it wasn't the sound of gunfire that rang out.
"roar!"
A sound like the roar of a dragon rose up, and what spewed from the muzzle was not the high-temperature sparks of a normal "dragon's breath bullet," but a fireball the size of a fist.
The fireball's flight speed and trajectory were no different from those of a normal 9mm bullet.
However, its power...
That's fucking amazing!
Where the fireball flew, the surrounding air began to distort.
The bullets that flew into the fireball's range almost instantly turned into red-hot irons, falling helplessly to the ground with a "squeaking" sound.
The effect of the "fireball" hitting its target left Li Wei utterly astonished.
The fireball instantly burned through Cruz's "riot shield," turning his head into ashes.
The next instant, his head turned to ashes, while the fireball continued to fly forward until it crashed into the wall and exploded, burning a fist-sized crater in the wall before dissipating.
Li Wei couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then coughed a few times because of the burnt smell in the air.
He walked towards the wall and glanced at it.
The bullet was stuck in the wall, showing no trace of its previous terrifying power.
Then, he tentatively touched the barrel of "Lilith's" gun.
It was ice-cold, as if it had never been fired.