Official Career Storm
Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Chapter 620

Deep into the night, the forest was silent.

The man’s screams were like a bolt from the blue, instantly spreading through the air.

Song Guanchao was no violent maniac.

His actions were merely to draw the others over.

The other 15 people were nearby, and the distance wouldn’t be too far.

His task was simple.

Draw them near, then kill them off, one by one.

The enemy had already determined his approximate direction, and given that he was with two women, it was highly probable that the enemy would find them.

Rather than live in dread, being hunted like prey, Song Guanchao much preferred to be the hunter!

He took off the backpacks both were carrying, which contained biscuits, chocolates, and water.

With a kick, Song Guanchao knocked the man out, dragged them dozens of meters away, and threw them into the bushes.

Then he hurried back, eating biscuits hungrily to fill his stomach.

Upon returning to the tree, Song Guanchao spoke softly, "Catch!"

He tossed the backpack up, "There’s food inside, stay up there and don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back later."

"Guan Chao, what was that noise just now?" Wu Yun asked quietly.

"Li Zhuang’s men. I found them, and they’re dealt with, but there are others. I’m going to deal with them now."

"Remember, unless I come back, don’t come down!"

After giving instructions, Song Guanchao rushed back again.

Keeping his eyes peeled, upon his return, he picked up the machetes and branches, picked a large tree to crouch under, and watched carefully.

About ten minutes later, he saw three figures again.

Apart from the trio, there was also a dog.

Song Guanchao’s eyelids twitched.

Damn it, they even brought a dog!

These villagers from Li Zhuang’s village, what kind of gods were they all?

Anyone else meeting them would probably be done for.

"You Gui?"

One of them shouted.

But there was no response.

"They should be around here."

"They didn’t run into trouble, did they?"

"Maybe they encountered a wild boar."

"This bloody dog is useless at finding people."

The three of them talked as they walked until they were about ten meters from Song Guanchao. Suddenly, he stood up, swung his arm forcefully, and threw a machete.

With a "thud," the machete struck the left man’s thigh.

The man screamed and fell, and before the other two could react, the second blade had already hit the middle man in the stomach.

"Arf, arf!"

The German Shepherd charged barking furiously toward Song Guanchao.

Then the third man saw, ten meters away, Song Guanchao hurling a long stick.

The long stick flew like an arrow shot from a bowstring.

With a "thunk," the sharpened long stick pierced through the dog’s body, nailing it to the ground.

Everything that happened in the blink of an eye left the only surviving man dumbfounded.

Only when Song Guanchao charged at him did he begin to fumble for the air gun at his waist.

"Whoosh!"

Song Guanchao passed the German Shepherd without slowing, casually pulled out the sharpened stick, and threw it at him.

"Thwack!"

The stick hit him sideways, and the massive force made him feel his organs shake; he clutched his stomach and crouched down.

As Song Guanchao approached, a flying kick landed on the man’s jaw.

The man’s head reared back, spouting two bloodied teeth, and he fell backward.

Song Guanchao unleashed a fierce series of kicks to the heads of the three men, knocking them out, then collected the backpacks.

He hid behind a tree, eating while waiting for the next wave of people.

An hour later.

Song Guanchao had already dealt with four groups of 12 people and two dogs.

Against Song Guanchao, the former first among his troop, these ordinary villagers were no match; despite their numbers and being armed with air guns and machetes, they were almost always struck down instantly whenever they faced Song Guanchao.

Like a ghost, Song Guanchao lurked in the darkness, waiting for them to approach, striking lethal blows with each attack.

...

"Whirr, whirr, whirr!"

The sound of helicopter blades grew from distant to nearby, until finally, it landed at the site of the car accident.

Liang Jianfeng and Wu Xinan climbed aboard the helicopter and flew toward the mountains.

They yelled out through the loudspeaker while flying low,

"Song Guanchao, this is Liang Jianfeng. Light a fire and send smoke immediately after hearing me!"

Liang Jianfeng purposefully identified himself.

Because he knew that Song Guanchao hadn’t stayed at the scene of the car accident due to the fear that the newcomers might be associated with Li Zhuang.

He wanted to allay Song Guanchao’s concerns.

The helicopter flew over the area, zone by zone.

...

Meanwhile,

Song Guanchao had already spotted the fifth group of villagers.

Three men, one dog, three cleavers!

He hadn’t seen any guns for the moment.

However, whether they had guns or not wasn’t important.

Song Guanchao didn’t hide in the dark to shoot with his air rifle.

Beyond a certain distance, the air rifle’s power was extremely limited; it couldn’t incapacitate an enemy instantly like a real gun.

Compared to the air rifle, he much preferred the cleaver in his hand.

He had captured over a dozen cleavers.

Even if he smashed them, he could kill these three people.

As the men were about ten meters away, Song Guanchao made his move.

"Whoosh!"

The cleaver flew out, striking the man on the left side in the stomach. As the man screamed in agony and fell,

A second cleaver followed, slashing the middle man’s shin, and then a third knife was thrown.

Just as Song Guanchao prepared to rush over and knock the three men out,

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded from behind him.

Song Guanchao’s spirits lifted as he almost instantly reacted, rolling on the ground and, as he sprang to his feet, hurling the cleaver toward the direction of the gunshot.

Once the cleaver was thrown, only then could he see clearly.

Behind him, unbeknownst to him, four people had appeared.

Three of them were just ten meters away, approaching him silently.

The fourth person was about ten meters away from the other three.

It was this fourth person who had fired the shot.

However, this person’s gun was aimed at the three villagers.

Song Guanchao quickly realized that this fourth person with the gun seemed to be helping him?

But the cleaver he had thrown was about to hit that fourth person...

"Watch out!" Song Guanchao shouted.

Uncle Hong jumped aside; the cleaver narrowly missed him and slammed into a tree behind him, humming with the impact.

Uncle Hong glanced back at the cleaver in the tree trunk, his eye twitching.

The kid was quick in his reaction and remarkably accurate in his throw.

It was a good thing he was quick to react; otherwise, he really could have been hit by mistake.

Bang!

The shot villager fell to the ground.

Uncle Hong raised his gun, hardly aiming, and bang, bang, two more shots were fired.

The two men clutched their legs, screaming and writhing on the ground.

Uncle Hong didn’t put his gun away; he had learned from Liang Jianfeng that at least a dozen people from Huangni Village had set out.

He walked over and glanced at Song Guanchao, who appeared to be in good spirits despite being covered in dust but was unharmed.

So, he didn’t bother with him.

Uncle Hong crouched down, pressing the gun’s muzzle to the villager’s head: "Where are the others?"

"We were just gathering herbs in the mountains, who are you..."

Bang!

Uncle Hong shifted the muzzle aside, the bullet piercing the villager’s ear.

The loud gunshot caused the villager’s ears to ring and his head to spin.

"Where are the others?" Uncle Hong asked calmly, his tone causing the three villagers to panic and lose control of their bodily functions.

They normally strutted around town, doing evil deeds, thinking themselves tough.

Yet in front of someone like Uncle Hong, a real force to be reckoned with, they were nothing.

He pressed the gun’s muzzle to a villager’s forehead: "The next shot will be here."

"I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you..."

"No need to say anything." Song Guanchao walked over, meeting Uncle Hong’s gaze and said, "The others have already been taken care of by me."

The source of this c𝐨ntent is freewe(b)nov𝒆l