Welcome to the Wasteland

Chapter 29: Leap Out and Attack

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly jumped down from the stairs. This was out of the kidnappers’ expectations. No one thought the kid would be so daring. Anyway, jumping out like that was meaningless. It was a cool move, but he would practically be an open target for the enemy.

The leading kidnapper acknowledged the abruptness of his actions, but he was not afraid when he saw Zhou Qingfeng jump out. On the contrary, he was overjoyed.

The space was confined. In a tenth of a second at most, Zhou Qingfeng’s momentum would make him crash into the wall opposite him and knock him silly.

What could he possibly do in a tenth of a second? He could not even hope to aim his rifle properly while midair!

When they saw Zhou Qingfeng jump, the first thing the three kidnappers did was lie prone. They only had to lie down and dodge from the few bullets flying aimlessly, watch on as Zhou Qingfeng smashed himself into the wall, and finish him off with a bullet. Easy!

However, the three of them were wrong. Zhou Qingfeng was not easy prey, and Wittier than All was not a simple skill they were used to dealing with.

From the kidnappers’ perspective, the process of Zhou Qingfeng jumping down to crashing into the wall would happen within the blink of an eye, but that time window had been lengthened into a solid second for Zhou Qingfeng under the effects of the Wittier than All skill. This onslaught was one that could be pulled off by him alone.

Zhou Qingfeng saw the straight line the kidnappers stood in, their aghast expressions, and the three guns pointing toward the stairwell. He saw how they closed off all paths they thought he would take.

Although Zhou Qingfeng was airborne, he managed to adjust his aim and focus on all three of them in the extra second he got thanks to the effects of the skill.

While automated, the cyclic rate of fire for the M4A1 was over 700 RPM. In one second, more than a dozen bullets were fired. Zhou Qingfeng squeezed the trigger while airborne. Within the blink of an eye, thirty bullets were fired.

He was less than three meters away from his enemies. The thirty white-hot bullets were all within the range of half a meter. Before the three kidnappers could react, the deadly, speeding bullets buried themselves into their bodies.

In that short moment, Zhou Qingfeng had cleared a full magazine. The kidnappers opposite him were heavily injured or dead. The effect of the skill lasted only for a short second, so Zhou Qingfeng had no way to prevent the heavy collision with the wall after that.

With a bang, he crashed into the wall and slumped to the ground with a plop. The crash and fall were very much real. In order to survive his precarious situation, Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to throw himself at a concrete wall. His face became all swollen and all the bones in his body hurt.

Zhou Qingfeng disposed of the empty M4A1 in his hands and struggled to stand up. When he took out his Glock 17 and aimed it at the three kidnappers, he saw that all of them were lying in a pool of blood. They were decimated during his risky attack.

Among the three kidnappers, the leader got struck by the most bullets, but he did not die. This man seemed to be wearing an elastic bulletproof vest that could protect him from pistol bullets but proved rather ineffective against the 5.56mm SS109 rifle.

Zhou Qingfeng observed that the leader had received two bullets on the chest and one on the chin. His jaw was shattered from the aftershocks and blood was gurgling out of his throat. He collapsed on the floor, looking at Zhou Qingfeng with listless eyes. It was as if he simply could not understand how Zhou Qingfeng had bested him!

The kidnapper behind the leader only got struck by one bullet, but it was on the head. His skull had a huge hole drilled into it. Whitish brain matter sprayed as far as four to five meters away. The entire area smelled thickly of blood.

The last kidnapper was shot at his arm. One bullet had landed on his left arm, penetrating tendon and bone. The bullet, which then shattered into a dozen pieces, pierced his right arm. His entire right elbow was almost shredded to the bone by the high-speed fragments.

The last kidnapper’s arms were both useless and he could no longer fight back, but he was the least injured. Resisting the pain, he clambered up, turned tail, and ran. Zhou Qingfeng stood up, stumbling, and chased after him with his pistol in hand.

The two men set out in a chase. At last, they returned to the negative third floor. The kidnapper pushed the door open with his body, but he fell down on the floor after Zhou Qingfeng, who just managed to catch up, sent him tumbling with a kick to the back.

Zhou Qingfeng then saw a scene that lit a fire in his chest. Just outside the door, the boy named Ronnie lay lifelessly on the floor, his chest littered with bullet wounds. The kid’s innocent eyes were still wide open. His childlike face retained his pitiable expression, the same as when Zhou Qingfeng had left him.

‘This kid was eight or nine years old at most. He was no threat at all. If you think he’s blocking your way, you can curse him, give him a few kicks, or even beat him up if you want. Why kill him? Why? He’s just a child, a child that only wanted to find his mother!’

Zhou Qingfeng’s fury exploded like a volcano. He was practically breathing flames of anger. Every time he stomped on the kidnapper’s back, the incapacitated man would let out pitiful screams. After a few attempts, he tore off the kidnapper’s mangled right arm.

The kidnapper wanted to die from the agony. As he rolled on the ground, he screamed, “That child’s cries annoyed us, so we killed him without a thought. If you want to avenge him, kill me. Kill me!”

“You want to die? It won’t be that easy.” At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng’s hatred toward this gang of kidnappers was boiling. He raised his hand, aimed at the kidnapper’s thigh joint, and fired several shots until the man’s legs became a bloody, mushy mess. Blood streamed out uncontrollably.

“D*ckhead, enjoy this slow death.”

The first kidnapper whose chin was shattered was on the verge of death. He showed no reaction while Zhou Qingfeng took everything valuable from him. Zhou Qingfeng did not bother to waste his ammo on him. He left after taking everything he needed.

While he was preparing to leave, the walkie-talkie on the kidnapper rang. While Zhou Qingfeng hesitated, he heard the guy named Locke ask his subordinate why they had not killed the cop yet. He picked the device up slowly and pressed the “Accept Call” button.

“Locke. You’re called Locke, as I recall. Your subordinate is no longer available. I have just killed four of them. Add on the two I killed just now and one that’s heavily injured, and you have seven subordinates disposed of by me. I wanna ask you, how many more of them can you send here to their deaths?”

Zhou Qingfeng’s voice was cold and emotionless and did not show his murderous intent. His heart was full of impulsiveness stemming from moral indignation, so fervent that it had covered his fear of the kidnappers and death. It gave him the reckless courage to fight his enemies head-on.

“Locke, you want to play a game of cat-and-mouse, don’t you? Come at me if you can. I’m interested in your big head too. I will find you, and I will cut your head off from your neck and kick it around like a ball.”