Chapter 66: 1. Avenging the Shame
Chapter 66: 1. Avenging the Shame
The two black watermelon assassins were dumbfounded. They had originally planned to watch the biker gang kill the police so they could get paid without lifting a finger.
At worst, they can wait until the conflict is over and then their side can come out and take down Li Yisen's head.
Who knew that the situation would develop in a way that exceeded their expectations? During their conversation, they thought Lee Ethan was naive. In a fight, one gun against more than 30 guns should have been a foregone conclusion, but the result was completely beyond their expectations. The biker gang was wiped out, and that man was like a god of death.
The motorcycle's fuel tank was punctured and caught fire when it came into contact with an unknown source of ignition. The fire even ignited nearby vehicles, causing an explosion and exposing the group of bikers to the hunters' sight.
The biker gang was devastated and fled on their motorcycles.
"Run!"
"The boss is dead, and the cadres are dead too."
The scene could only be described as a complete rout, with motorcycles, guns, bottles, and other items scattered all over the ground.
The younger Beech was shocked.
"Is this even human? This is unbelievable, this is terrifying. Cole, what should we do next?"
The older Cole said in a deep voice.
"There's an old saying in the East: 'A great reputation is never undeserved.' But we're not without a chance. Let's hide and find an opportunity to fight Ethan Li..."
Cole froze as he spoke, because it seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching him from the bushes.
"Ethan Lee?"
Cole felt a chill run down his spine; how did they know where they were hiding?
"escape."
At his command, the two men fled immediately. Their night vision was already poor, and they were intimidated by someone's achievements. They didn't even have the courage to meet if their tracks were exposed.
"Bang"
The submachine gun bullet struck his body 80 meters away, and Beech collapsed to the ground.
"Help me, Cole, please help me!"
Cole glanced at his partner, then turned and rushed into the night without looking back.
Just as Li Yisen was about to give chase, the pain in his calf made him frown. He had been shot and it was affecting his movement. He didn't know if the bone had been broken.
The next second, Li Yisen's body temperature rose by two degrees.
[Advanced "Surname" Excitement Skill Activated]
Strength: 25+5
Endurance: 23+3
Agility: 25+5
[Spirit: 25-5]
The surge of adrenaline made Li Yisen temporarily ignore the pain, and of course, the change in his good brother left him speechless; this was a battlefield.
The next second, his 30 points of agility exploded. The darkness of the night could not stop Li Yisen from running. Despite the burden of his equipment and the uneven mountain road, he still ran 100 meters in 13 seconds.
Cole struggled to run through the low bushes, especially since he couldn't see the path and fell several times.
"I can't die. I have to go back and tell the boss that to kill Lee Ethan, we need to get more men and more weapons."
The next second, a figure rushed out of the bushes and tackled Cole to the ground, slamming his fist into him with deadly force.
One punch, two punches, three punches, and the person was beaten black and blue, with blood gushing from their nose.
The feeling of each punch landing on the flesh began to excite Lee Ethan even more, so he took out a pistol and pressed it against the assassin's forehead.
"I'll ask you a question, you answer: you're not a member of the biker gang, you're a drug dealer, aren't you?"
"....."
"I came looking for you on my very first day here. Did someone tip me off?"
"....."
"I'll kill you if you don't tell me."
In his excited state, Lee didn't care if the assassin didn't speak; he would hold Eric Frederick responsible anyway. He'd cornered him in the desert; he wouldn't believe there wasn't a backup plan to kill him.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing the interrogation, the assassin hurriedly spoke up.
"Don't kill me, I can..."
"Bang"
"One shot kills the assassin," Li Yisen said coldly.
"It's okay if you don't tell me, I still have someone else on my side."
As Lee Ethan returned to the residential area, the biker gang had all left, leaving only Beech, who had been shot in the abdomen.
The next second, Li Yisen felt completely drained and sat on the ground, the aftereffects of the skill were even greater than before.
.
As the gunfire subsided, townspeople gradually came out to check the situation. The burning fire, the corpses scattered on the ground, and a man sitting among the bodies shocked many of the townspeople.
"How is that possible?"
"He killed the entire biker gang all by himself?"
"I don't know, but I guess it's about right."
"He's practically the Grim Reaper."
No one dared to approach until a police car pulled up, driven by Brandon Clark, who was wearing a bulletproof vest.
"Ethan, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, but why did you come? Aren't you afraid they'll teach you a lesson too?"
Brandon scratched his chin, the sight of corpses scattered on the ground making him hesitant to approach.
"I thought coming over might be of some help, and maybe I could get you to the hospital in time."
"Well, thank you very much."
Li Yisen carefully observed the equally young police officer's face, but for the time being, he could not see any flaws and could not accurately distinguish whether it was the truth or a lie.
"Could you please bandage up the man in black lying in the bushes? He's a crucial clue."
"Okay, I'll go right now."
Soon, two other police cars arrived, carrying the other two officers.
"It's the first time the melancholy Edward King has lost his voice," he said.
"This is unbelievable."
Mason Miles also looked incredulous.
"This is just too incredible."
Mason Miles took a few steps and saw the biker gang leader on the ground, unable to look away for a long time. Kyle Ross was dead.
Lee Esen certainly noticed the old policeman's reaction; in fact, he would observe the reactions of his three colleagues as soon as they got out of the car.
"Mason, do you know this man?"
"Oh, no, no, we've only met a few times."
At this moment, Mason Miles felt a chill run down his spine when he saw that the limping Lee Ethan was not relaxed. This guy was a killing machine. If the other party found out that he had connections with the surrounding gangs, he would probably kill him.
"Please notify the dispatch center that we need an ambulance here, and ask the police to send a helicopter. I'm worried about not feeling safe receiving treatment in other cities."
"Okay, I'll go right now."
After the old policeman left, Brandon came over again, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Ethan, you're so cool! You actually took down the biker gang. Judging by the corpses, there were about 20 of them. From now on, all the gangs around here will be afraid of you."
"They're not afraid of me, they're afraid of us."
Brandon paused for a moment, then his eyes widened.
"us?"
"Of course, we're a team, aren't we?"
"Yes, yes, we are a team."
This sentence made Brandon even more excited, and Edward, who was examining the injured person, was also moved.
Only after the police arrived and set up a cordon did the surrounding townspeople dare to approach and watch.
The nearly 20 corpses left them both shocked and impressed by the young policeman. The lawless wasteland of the West was simple, and one of its principles was that might makes right. Someone had already proven himself.
A black pickup truck pulled up, driven by Sylvester Rambo, who was far away on his farm. He had only come with a gun after hearing about the explosion in town.
The sight of the 20 corpses that came into view moved him deeply, especially the fact that the kid was still alive and kicking right in front of him.
"It seems the town has indeed received a decent policeman."
Soon, the surrounding towns and cities received a notification from the dispatch center and sent out support, but unfortunately it would take them at least 20 minutes to arrive.
A search and rescue helicopter arrived first and took Lee Ethan back to Clermont for treatment, even though he had only been working for two days.
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