Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1129 - 552:
Old Chen rolled over on the ground twice and looked up to see the horrible sight of Eagle Eye’s back, mangled and bloody.
He ignored his own face covered in ash and scratches, crawled and rolled over, and rushed forward to lift Eagle Eye’s arm.
"Get moving!"
Old Chen shouted, dragging the injured Eagle Eye as they desperately ran across the slippery ground.
They had just thrown themselves into the shadow behind a broken wall.
Whoosh—
Two scorching fire snakes followed closely, scorching the spot where they had just been and leaving it charred.
Eagle Eye, pale as a sheet, leaned against the wall, panting heavily, yet his hawk-like eyes showed no signs of weakness.
He quickly inspected the sniper rifle in his hands, ensuring it was intact before his gaze turned sharp again.
Clearly ready to continue fighting despite the injuries.
Old Chen felt both touched and anxious seeing his comrade fighting so desperately.
He himself was not much better off.
His face was covered in ash and scratches; his shoulder had a tear from avoiding a burst of steel.
Blood Beads slid down his arm, sticking to his dust-covered jacket.
"Huff... Huff..."
Old Chen leaned against the cold cement wall, panting heavily, while his extraordinary ears captured every subtle movement on the Roof Terrace.
At this moment, he could clearly hear the sound of each comrade’s heartbeat pounding fiercely.
Thump! Thump!
It was the lament of the body at the brink of exhaustion.
If this continues, in just a few minutes, everyone will die here!
Where did that young Chairman go?
Old Chen anxiously lifted his head, instinctively scanning his surroundings.
And with just that glance, he was shocked.
Beneath the lightning rod base, one of four iron cages holding hostages was empty.
A few thumb-thick threaded steel bars had been forcefully bent open, showing a twisted gap.
Shen Wei, who was supposed to be inside, was nowhere to be seen.
Only three other anxious-faced "piglets" remained, staring eagerly toward the east side of the Roof Terrace, seemingly waiting for something.
Old Chen’s pupils narrowed and then his heart filled with joy.
The battle had been so intense just now that no one had the energy to focus on that side.
Now, thinking carefully, it was surely the Chairman who climbed from the building’s exterior walls to the Roof Terrace, seized the opportunity, and rescued the hostages amidst the chaos.
Since the hostages were safely transferred, their mission was actually considered successfully completed.
"Hehe, you rats still want to resist stubbornly?"
Not far away, a voice laden with arrogance came forth.
Fire Dragon, hiding behind the Masked Guest, toyed with a red flame in his hand.
He was the only one injured among the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, with a bleeding hole on his thigh, yet it didn’t stop his current arrogance.
"Weren’t you running well just now? Why don’t you run now?"
Fire Dragon had a look of cruel pleasure on his face, and his awkward tone sounded particularly harsh:
"Since you like playing hide and seek, I’ll burn this place flat and see which rat hole you can hide in!"
His eyes swept playfully over the front, seemingly able to see through the remaining fragments and see Old Chen and Eagle Eye’s embarrassed state hiding behind.
"Hehe, tonight I’ll play the chef and prepare Big Bear a BBQ feast!"
Fire Dragon grinned viciously, raised his hand again, and tossed out an orange-red fireball, aiming directly at the broken wall.
"Three o’clock direction, up 40 degrees angle!"
Old Chen’s ears twitched, instantly pinpointing the sound of flames piercing through the air, urgently reporting the location.
Eagle Eye and he had cooperated many times, with a seamless understanding.
Without any hesitation, Eagle Eye endured the severe pain in his back, suddenly leaned out half his body, and, guided by muscle memory, pulled the trigger instantly.
Bang!
The shot was still incredibly accurate, even more decisive and swift than before.
The bullet traced a bizarre arc in mid-air, bypassed the incoming fireball, heading straight toward Fire Dragon’s throat.
Forcing him to dodge, thereby disrupting the trajectory of the fireball’s attack.
However, just as the bullet was about to hit.
The Masked Guest, who had been standing with hands behind his back, merely subtly lifted his eyelids.
Buzz!
The air half a meter in front of Fire Dragon suddenly became as sticky as glue.
The specially crafted Armor-piercing Bullet, now charged with immense momentum, felt like it collided with an invisible wall. Its rotation speed sharply decreased.
The glowing bullet head violently rubbed against the air, even producing a piercing sizzling sound.
Finally, mere inches away from Fire Dragon’s throat, the bullet completely exhausted its kinetic energy and hovered briefly.
Clang.
The severely deformed copper bullet head powerlessly dropped, bouncing a few times on the cement ground, producing a crisp sound.
Seeing this, Fire Dragon, who had been startled, instantly relaxed.
The smile on his face became even brighter and more uninhibited.
With the boss’s absolute defense, he was simply in an unbeaten position!
"Is this the S-Class Strength?"
Old Chen watched this scene, a deep sense of powerlessness surging in his heart.
No matter how miraculous Eagle Eye’s Gun Skill was, in the face of absolute Strength disparity, all tricks seemed pale and ridiculous.
Meanwhile, at the forefront of the battlefield, the victor had also been determined.
Facing the terrifyingly powerful muscle beast, Fatty Hu was drenched in blood, yet he continued fighting relentlessly.
His left arm was twisted in a fractured state, hanging limply by his side.
Yet he still held the Finger Tiger with his remaining right hand, spitting bloody saliva and viciously cursing the giant before him:
"Come on! Keep going! I’ll fuck your mother, either you die today or I hang here!"
"Grraah—"
Big Bear let out a furious roar, seized the opening in Fatty Hu’s defense, and delivered a heavy punch mercilessly.