Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 71 - 71 64 Unable to Resist

71: Chapter 64 Unable to Resist 71: Chapter 64 Unable to Resist Compared to his firearm skills, which he’d practiced for only a few days, Gao Yi had more faith in his fists.

A person must know their own limits, and Gao Yi was well aware that his marksmanship was not up to par.

Even in peacetime, he couldn’t guarantee a bullseye with every shot, let alone now, running fast and accompanied by strenuous activity, aiming for a target that was also moving quickly.

It was a joke to even try.

Habit is a powerful thing.

Gao Yi didn’t know how to deal with the current situation with a gun in hand, but felt right in his element when empty-handed.

So, even though he had two chances to pick up a gun, Gao Yi didn’t take them.

He did not take a gun, but when he rushed towards the staircase to run up, he eagerly drew out the Warhammer.

With the Warhammer in his hand, he felt unstoppable.

But, as expected, the Warhammer was more for show; its head looked quite heavy, yet when he lifted it, it was lighter than he expected—it was undoubtedly hollow.

Luckily, it was heavy enough for its purpose, and even if it was just for show, it was a useable kind.

Despite the handle being somewhat long, it felt good in his hand, and it might very well have been a functional modern replication of a Warhammer.

After swinging it around twice to feel its weight and to get accustomed to its grip, Gao Yi took two steps and leaped onto the second floor.

The staircase was a spiral one.

There was no one at the landing of the second floor, so Gao Yi slowed down and peeked left and right—there wasn’t a soul on the second floor.

He didn’t know which floor Ditzel was on, or in which room, but Gao Yi’s principle was simple—if there was no one by the door, he would not enter.

Ditzel was escorted by no fewer than eight bodyguards.

Gao Yi didn’t believe that all eight would stick by Ditzel’s side at all times.

Given their number, at least two should have been stationed outside.

Gao Yi continued upstairs and saw another full-body armor positioned at the turn between the second and third floors, standing there like a statue.

Henry had quite the taste.

Instead of statues, he displayed armor.

On the first floor there were two suits of full-body armor with big swords; at the corner of the second floor, there was a Warhammer paired with a small shield, while the third floor’s corner featured full-body armor with a massive shield.

Gao Yi rushed up to the third floor, and before he could scout around, he came face to face with a person holding a gun.

The corners of the spiral staircase weren’t right-angled but curved, and the thick carpet covering the stairs meant that Gao Yi’s footsteps made no sound—and conversely, that he couldn’t hear the other person’s footsteps.

With a dull “thud,” Gao Yi brought down his hammer, and the man he was facing collapsed without so much as a grunt.

Reaching the third floor, he noticed that the noise seemed much quieter.

The chaotic shouts from below were barely discernible.

But gunshots should always be heard, right?

Yet the bodyguard looked completely unprepared for battle.

Gao Yi was puzzled as he peeked toward the place where the bodyguard had appeared.

After all, the castle was an ancient building.

Although it had been modernized, the basic layout remained as it was centuries ago, meaning the corridors could not be too wide, nor were they straightforward passageways.

Looking inside, Gao Yi saw that the corridor, about two meters wide, ended in a wall.

Additionally, whether due to a deliberate design choice or preservation of the castle’s original style, the wall was made of raw stony walls.

The lighting was dim, the stony wall was dark, and given its uneven surface, the corridor appeared even darker.

Walking down the short corridor, it felt like something straight out of a dungeon from a movie.

Such a strangely peculiar aesthetic.

Turning the corner, Gao Yi saw a bodyguard in front of a door, holding a gun—but he wasn’t watching the entrance.

Instead, he was slightly tilting his head as if listening to the sounds from inside the room.

How could Gao Yi let such a godsend opportunity slip away?

He moved forward with utmost speed, and by the time the listening bodyguard turned his head sharply, Gao Yi was already upon him.

The Warhammer swung, and with a loud “bang,” the guard at the door fell in response.

Everything was weird; currently, it all seemed very strange.

The stony wall was thick, and there was a very primitive wooden door that was closed.

Muffled sounds leaked from beyond it, and Gao Yi hesitated at the door, unsure whether to kick it down or push it before deciding to gently push it first.

The door was heavy, and thick, but to his surprise, it opened with just a light push.

As the door cracked open, Gao Yi slipped inside, finding two serious-looking bodyguards gazing into the room.

Neither man held a gun.

Instead, they stood in a room that appeared very plainly furnished—almost entirely empty—guarding a very narrow door, intently watching something inside.

One seemed to sense something, turning abruptly, but by then, Gao Yi was already within striking distance.

His hand moved, the hammer fell, and one was downed.

The other, in shock, hastily retreated, instinctively raising his left arm to protect his head.

Gao Yi swung the Warhammer again, first snapping the bodyguard’s arm and then crashing it onto his head.

The spiked head of the hammer was inconvenient, hindering his retraction and slowing down his swinging speed.

Withdrawing the hammer, Gao Yi charged through the narrow door without a second thought.

What were they looking at?

Suddenly bursting in, everyone inside was taken aback.

At this moment, Gao Yi had no time left to think.

His right hand wielded the hammer, crushing one bodyguard’s skull.

His left foot raised, delivering a brutal roundhouse kick to another guard’s knee, followed by a downward hammer smash.

After two thuds, five people remained in the room.

One was Ditzel, crouching and covering his head with his hands.

Someone Gao Yi hadn’t seen in the downstairs hall was aiding Ditzel.

Two other bodyguards were grabbing the room’s fifth occupant.

A woman.

Barefoot but wearing white stockings that didn’t appear smoothly pulled on, as if forced on hurriedly.

Looking further up, there were ancient-style short bloomers, and above those, a black bodice lifted to her chest.

Then, a pair of wooden stocks—or rather, a wooden yoke—blocked her chest.

Above that, an abruptly beautiful face could be seen, even in haste.

And above, a headscarf with a white trim.

This was a nun, a nun bound by ancient wooden stocks.

Role-playing?

From Ditzel’s expression of agony, it was clear; this was no role-play.

This was outright abduction!

All it took was a glance, measured in milliseconds, for Gao Yi to have an idea of what was happening.

Everyone was shouting, the two guards released the nun, one lunging towards Gao Yi, another drawing a gun.

This saved Gao Yi some trouble, with no need for further descriptions.

Twisting aside, Gao Yi hammered the person assisting Ditzel and immediately reached out with his left arm to seize Ditzel’s arm, keeping Ditzel under control.

Then Gao Yi couldn’t help but look again at the woman, and just a glance almost overwhelmed him.

No wonder Ditzel was so desperate, no wonder the bodyguards were slow to react.

It all made sense now.

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