The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Chapter 10: A Perfect Display of Violent Aesthetics

The object, weighing several hundred kilograms, charged forward with tremendous force, generating an astonishing amount of kinetic energy.

His long, narrow face looked like it had been hit by a high-speed car; his body was thrown into the air, flying more than two meters before crashing into the elevator door with a loud bang.

The elevator door was knocked off the frame, leaving a large hole, and the man with the long face fell into the elevator shaft.

Until two seconds had passed.

There was a muffled thud coming from the elevator shaft; someone had fallen at least to the first floor from that height.

Chen Jun, who had been rammed by brute force, was sent flying by the shoe-shaped face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the big-nosed bandit who had been shot in the eye and was lying on the ground groaning but was not dead yet.

"Killing one is killing, killing two is killing too, since I'm killing people anyway, so who cares?"

The intense thrill of killing had Chen Jun's adrenaline exploded, and even though the big-nosed bandit was incapacitated, he had no intention of giving him a way out.

Without hesitation, he raised the cash register high with both hands and slammed it down on the big-nosed thug.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap.

The corridor shook violently, as if it were about to collapse.

The cash register, weighing four or five hundred pounds, was slammed to the ground. The big-nosed thug was smashed to pieces, his chest cavity was squeezed open, and his intestines and internal organs were scattered everywhere.

"This is...this is too brutal."

Xing Tian was initially upset because of the intense visual impact of shooting out someone's eyeballs after his first murder, but when he saw Chen Jun smash someone to pieces, all his negative emotions vanished.

Compared to Chen Jun's method of killing, Xing Tian felt that he was really too kind.

"Stop standing there, hurry up and pack up. Their men will be here soon. Grab the guns, bullets, and everything, then make a run for it."

Xing Tian, ​​still reeling from the scene of the killing, was jolted awake by Chen Jun's loud shout.

Just a second ago, Chen Jun had smashed the bandits to pieces, but now he was cleaning up the things on the ground. He didn't have any of the physiological reactions described in the book, like vomiting or feeling cold all over after killing someone for the first time.

Chen Jun felt to him like swatting a fly.

"I thought it was going to be a dangerous and fierce fight, but I didn't expect this violent guy to take care of it in just a couple of moves..."

Xing Tian gave Chen Jun a strange look, then slung his crossbow over his shoulder and ran over to help Chen Jun clean up the battlefield.

The crossbow bolt, once shot, could still be used after being pulled out, but when pulling it out, the eyeball also came out along with it.

With Chen Jun's "smashing and exploding" spectacle as a precedent.

Xing Tian wasn't afraid, but he found it disgusting.

He shook his head to fling his eyeballs out, then, enduring the sight of his entrails scattered all over the floor, began to rummage through them, focusing mainly on his flattened nose. Everything was on his person.

Xing Tian and Chen Jun worked together seamlessly and quickly completed the clearing of the spoils.

The handguard is peeling and has a strong sense of age; it is most likely a genuine AK47 from the Cold War era, along with four bloodstained 30-round magazines.

There was also a walkie-talkie lying on the ground nearby, and a Jungle King rifle found on Big Nose.

Shoehorn Face was knocked into the elevator shaft by Chen Jun. Not only could he not get his magazine, but his gun also fell in, which was the only regret.

"Park Soon, Heo Deok, those two guys didn't come down. What's going on up there? You made such a commotion, did you throw them down the elevator shaft?"

Just as Chen Jun and Xing Tian finished cleaning up the battlefield, a rough voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Xing Tian and Chen Jun, who were in good spirits because of their small victory, couldn't help but feel a chill when they heard the walkie-talkie, realizing that they were still in danger.

And because they killed the bandits' accomplices, they will inevitably face even more ferocious retaliation.

Neither of them dared to pick up the walkie-talkie to reply. Provoking the enemy at this moment was not a good idea, even though it would look cool and stylish.

But that would make you die even faster!

"Park Soon, Heo Deok, did you guys even hear me? What the hell is going on?"

"Fuck you, I'll do it myself. I want to see what the hell is going on."

The voice came through the walkie-talkie again, sounding more urgent and agitated than before.

"They're coming up, let's get going."

Ignoring the spoils of war he had just acquired, Chen Jun grabbed his gun and ammunition belt and dashed toward the distant stairwell, with Xing Tian immediately following closely behind him.

The two of them ran up the stairs as fast as they could, only stopping when they reached the top.

Floors one through six belong to the World Trade Center's commercial area, which is separate from the stairwells of floors seven and above. Only the elevators run from the first floor all the way to the top.

"Brother Jun, are you hurt?"

The two temporarily hid in the fireproof room on the sixth floor. Xing Tian's change in addressing Chen Jun clearly indicated that Chen Jun's performance had earned his approval.

"No, I'm a real man, rock hard."

Chen Jun made a small joke to relax, handed over the gun and said, "Hey, all I got was a gun. I've never learned any shooting. I saw you shot pretty accurately just now, so you should be more useful with it than me."

Xing Tian took the gun, looked at it briefly, scratched his head and said, "Actually, I've never fired a real gun, but my brother taught me how to use the Type 81 rifle."

I've seen this gun in military magazines; it should be an AK-47 manufactured by Beifeng. It seems similar to our Type 81 rifle, so there shouldn't be any major issues.

The 81-bar gun really does borrow from the AK47; as long as you understand the aiming elements, it's not too difficult to get the hang of.

"Our teamwork was pretty good just now, let's keep doing it like this. I'll be the warrior, and you'll be the mage. Let's treat it like a legendary hack-and-slash game."

Legendary was a blockbuster game in this era, and Chen Jun used it as a metaphor that is easy to understand.

"Haha, Brother Jun, your tank must be pretty durable."

Xing Tian gave Chen Jun a thumbs up, took the crossbow off his back, and said, "Now that I have an AK, you can keep the crossbow as a spare."

"Need not."

Chen Jun refused, saying, "It's just one arrow. It won't be of much use to me. Besides, I can't shoot accurately. It's easier and more lethal to throw the machete I have at him than to bother aiming and shooting."

After Chen Jun finished speaking, he held the large machete in his hand and slashed it left and right twice as if throwing it away.

It was very powerful, making a whooshing sound.

"Alright, I'll keep it as a backup. The gunshot is too loud. The crossbow can be used for surprise attacks; it might actually come in handy."

As soon as Xing Tian finished speaking, his cell phone in his pocket started vibrating.

I took out my phone and looked at the screen. There were several missed calls. I had put it on silent while I was running, so I hadn't noticed them.

This time it was Xiaobai from his dorm calling. Xingtian was free at the moment, so he answered the call.

"What are you doing, kid? Where have you, Lao Ding, and that Chen Jun gone? I've tried calling you several times but you're not answering. I can't get through to Lao Ding either. I heard there was a big robbery at the World Trade Center, and I was just thinking of going to see what was going on. Do you guys want to come along? I..."

As soon as the call connected, Xiaobai rattled off a whole bunch of things like a machine gun.