Free Web NovelChapter 117: Chapter 117: My Portrait
BANG! BANG! BANG! Two shots tore through Big Beard’s hands, and the final one pierced his knee!
"Fuck!" Big Beard cried out in pain as he collapsed, yelling, "Under the car!"
Without a word, several of his men immediately pulled out hand grenades.
At the same time, Shen Feng had already grabbed the leg of a bald man in black.
The bald man felt an immense force from the hand gripping him. The strength was utterly inhuman. He let out a scream, and in the blink of an eye, he was yanked under the car!
"Frankie’s been captured!" one of the men in black yelled, stopping his companion from pulling the pin on a grenade.
The man cursed, put away the grenade, and switched to his pistol.
Unlike Mines, who’d been riddled with bullets, everyone on this team was a comrade. They couldn’t sacrifice one of their own just to kill the enemy.
Just as the men in black were about to drop to the ground and look under the car, a dark figure suddenly shot out from beneath it at incredible speed!
Everyone opened fire at once, and gunfire erupted.
Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the figure that rushed out was riddled with bullets. Only then did they realize it was Frankie, the man who had just been dragged under!
The men were stunned. Grief appeared on the faces of a few. But just then, Frankie—whose head had been blown to bits—suddenly straightened up!
In the next instant, Shen Feng, who had been hiding behind Frankie’s body, exploded into action!
The powerful leg muscles of his combat form launched his beast-like body forward. He pounced behind a nearby man in black and locked him in a chokehold. Then, using the man’s body as a human shield, he braced his rifle on his captive’s shoulder and opened fire on the surrounding men!
Shen Feng wasn’t a great shot, which was why he was so fond of Shotguns. But at this range, it was laughably easy to hit his targets—all he had to do was keep the muzzle level!
"RAT-A-TAT-TAT!" Gunfire roared, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen men were cut down.
The other men in black were also firing wildly, but most of their shots slammed into the human shield.
To their horror, they realized that even when their enemy—the man in the sunglasses and mask—was hit by several bullets, he only let out a muffled grunt of pain and didn’t fall!
When a bullet struck his shoulder, a cloud of white powder puffed out. There was no blood!
And that freaky backpack of his seemed to be bulletproof, too—it was tougher than a riot shield! Bullets that hit it simply glanced off!
Even though the human shield was wearing a bulletproof vest, he’d taken dozens of rounds in moments. The impacts had surely shattered his bones. Blood was trickling from his mouth—he wasn’t going to last.
Only nine of the men in black were left. freewebnøvel.com
Shen Feng let out a grim chuckle. He tossed aside his empty assault rifle, yanked a pistol from the human shield’s gear, and violently hurled the body at two of his enemies. He followed right behind it, moving like a gust of wind.
He delivered a headshot from two meters out, then grabbed another man in black and repeated the process, throwing him at the remaining enemies.
The last few enemies fired desperately at Shen Feng, but they found the man was like a fortress. Between his backpack, vest, and helmet—not to mention his own seemingly impenetrable body—their bullets were completely useless!
Soon, only one enemy was left standing. Shen Feng gave a savage grin, drew his dagger, and pounced like a wild beast, stabbing the man directly through his eye socket. freewebnσvel.cѳm
The man in black collapsed limply. Standing in a pool of blood, Shen Feng let out a long breath.
’My combat techniques are still too crude, and my marksmanship is pretty bad,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, this would have taken a lot less time.’
’I’ve been so busy with game-related matters lately that I haven’t had any time. The moment I got a break, I immediately received another game mission. There’s just no chance for any systematic training.’
After reverting from his combat mode, Shen Feng checked his body and frowned.
Even with the protection of his vest, backpack, and helmet, taking assault rifle fire at close range still caused superficial damage to his petrified body.
The skin on his shoulders and limbs was broken in several places. Now that he had returned to his normal state, the wounds began to bleed.
He took off his helmet, wiped the blood from his forehead, and sighed.
’My life is so fucking hard.’
"Agh... Urgh..." The sounds of pained groans reached him. A few of the men in black weren’t dead yet.
Shen Feng sighed, took a silenced pistol from one of the corpses, and began to finish them off one by one.
He would lift their vest and put a bullet through their heart. Quick and painless.
Soon, the sounds stopped. Shen Feng walked to the pickup truck, squatted down, and looked at Big Beard, who was leaning against a wheel. He smiled and asked:
"Who are you people?"
Big Beard had been incapacitated from the start, his hands and knee shot through. He could only sit there and watch helplessly as the man wiped out his entire team.
Hearing Shen Feng’s question, a savage expression twisted Big Beard’s face. He suddenly spat on the ground and said with a chilling gaze:
"Antichrist! You are nothing but a mortal! You can be injured, you can bleed, and you will die! You cannot stop the Final Judgment! This world will be purified!"
Shen Feng dodged the spit. Hearing those words, a fire ignited within him. He grabbed his pistol and repeatedly smashed it into Big Beard’s face, letting out a torrent of curses as he did:
"An-An-An... Antichrist my ass! Fuck you! It’s the damn Purification Society, isn’t it? Where is Cthulhu? And how the hell do you know who I am?"
Dazed from the pistol-whipping, Big Beard still clenched his jaw and said nothing. A fanatical, martyr-like smile spread across his face. Then, with his two remaining good fingers, he pulled the pin on a grenade hanging from his chest!
Shen Feng’s brow twitched. He snatched the grenade and casually tossed it into a nearby pile of rubble.
"BOOM!" The grenade exploded. Martyrdom: failed. Big Beard’s expression turned awkward.
Shen Feng snorted, no longer bothering with him. He had Jingwei start searching the web for information on Big Beard.
’With a face to go on, everything would be much easier.’
Soon, Jingwei had gathered sufficient information.
Big Beard’s real name was Faulkner. He was once a resident of Wuyou Town and a "patient" of the Purification Society.
After the fall of the Purification Society, Faulkner joined Blackwater Company, became a mercenary, and eventually even rose to the rank of supervisor.
Five years ago, he left Blackwater Company to start his own mercenary firm, taking contracts in war-torn regions like the Middle East and South America.
However, information on him from the past five years was scarce. Faulkner himself seemed to vanish for long periods.
For Shen Feng and Jingwei, however, that wasn’t a problem.
No matter how little information there was, as long as a person existed in a world with public networks, they would leave a digital footprint.
Clearly, this man had been brainwashed and subjected to Hypnosis by the Purification Society.
There was no point in torturing someone like that for information.
Shen Feng pressed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger.
Big Beard’s pupils dilated rapidly. But in the final moment before his consciousness faded completely, a flicker of confusion seemed to cross his eyes.
Shen Feng casually searched Big Beard’s pockets and found a neatly folded piece of white paper.
He frowned, unfolded the paper, and found a portrait sketch.
It was a person wearing sunglasses and a mask.
An oval face, short hair.
The mask was mostly soaked with blood and had a bullet hole in it. One lens of the sunglasses was shattered, and the broken frame dangled from the face.
Half an eye was visible behind the sunglasses, its gaze as sharp as a sword.
Shen Feng frowned, strode into a nearby abandoned building, and found a shard of a broken mirror. He wiped it clean and looked at his reflection.
His current appearance, and the one in the sketch,
were identical.
At that exact moment, Jingwei’s voice suddenly rang out:
"Shen Feng, a satellite just passed overhead. I borrowed its feed to take a look around Wuyou Town... People are coming. A lot of them!"
