CHAPTER 957: CHAPTER 520: THE TYCOON IS IMPRESSIVE, WITNESS THE WARLORD

"Go, inside."

After finishing a belt of ammunition, Situang put away his General machine gun, picked up two submachine guns, and led his men into the main office building.

At this moment, the main office building was already in complete chaos. When Situang and his team entered, there was hardly any resistance left; most of the South Korean Police were hiding and trying to escape.

There were still a few willing to fight to the death, but they were very few and far between.

On a necessary passage leading to the upper floors, a policeman hid nervously behind the door, clutching a pistol, planning to ambush Situang and his men when they passed by.

He had already heard the faint footsteps outside, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, his body tense.

However, just as his heartbeat accelerated, suddenly something was thrown in from outside and rolled onto the floor of the room.

It was a round object, surface dotted with small bumps, engraved with shrapnel patterns—a hand grenade.

Upon realizing it, the policeman’s mind went blank immediately.

Bang!

The floor trembled as the explosion’s smoke billowed from the doorway.

Situang walked past expressionlessly, aiming his submachine gun in another direction.

There, two policemen prepared to ambush had just revealed themselves and faced the hail of bullets from the submachine gun.

With the submachine gun’s high rate of fire, the magazine was emptied in seconds, and the two ambushing policemen were riddled, their bodies perforated with bloody holes, leaving the wall behind them splattered with blood, and they fell to the ground like soft sludge.

Beside them, another Genetic Warrior holding a shotgun ran quickly, storming around a corner while simultaneously pulling the trigger as he passed.

A policeman hiding there to ambush didn’t even have time to react before seeing a flash of fire, and then lost all conscious awareness.

Hit at close range by the shotgun, the policeman’s upper body was blown apart, his head exploding like a watermelon, resulting in a gruesome death.

In the corridor, the last Genetic Warrior moved forward slowly, bearing a heavy riot shield.

"Die, bastard."

"Damn you maniacs, hurry up and die!"

"Shoot them dead."

Several South Korean policemen shouted angrily, firing their pistols wildly.

Bullets created dents on the heavy riot shield, and fine cracks like melon tendrils appeared on the bulletproof glass.

If they were using rifles, they could indeed penetrate, but the low-speed bullets fired by pistols lacked sufficient power.

The Genetic Warrior held the shield, and when the policemen finished a clip and were frantically reloading, he set the shield in the aisle, then leaned out and fired an AK rifle forward.

With only half a magazine, a few policemen fell, 7.62mm bullets piercing their bodies, and unlike being hit a few times by a handgun and possibly surviving, with a rifle, there was almost no chance, especially since the Genetic Warrior was aiming at vital points.

Situang and the three Genetic Warriors advanced unhindered, practically invincible.

The policemen in the main office building were completely defeated; facing the Genetic Warriors, their so-called desperation amounted to mere futile sacrifices.

Moreover, those willing to fight to the death were an exceptional minority, maybe one in ten people.

These South Korean Police usually dealt with various trivial issues, street fights mostly; they rarely needed to use guns, and their firearms training was mediocre at best. At this critical moment, confronted by heavily armed Genetic Warriors, they were terrified.

Some policemen did resist, but they were clueless; they only knew some criminals had broken into the main office building but weren’t clear on the attackers’ capabilities.

When they thought it was just knife-wielding criminals, it was too late to regret upon facing the ominous muzzles of the Genetic Warriors—they were swiftly dispatched by bullets.

The actions of the Genetic Warriors were somewhat restrained; they weren’t planning to reveal their true identities just yet. Otherwise, with full strength on display, the policemen in the building would have already been slaughtered.

After simply clearing out the resisting force, two Genetic Warriors stayed to defend the main office building, resisting subsequent police reinforcements.

Meanwhile, Situang took Jin Changming to find their mission objective.

"Where’s your chief?"

In a room, Situang kicked the door open.

Inside were a few trembling policemen, both male and female, who screamed upon seeing Situang.

"Scream again, and I’ll kill you."

Situang’s cold gaze swept over them. Facing the barrel of a gun, the policemen hurriedly covered their mouths, and a female officer sobbed quietly.

"We are clerks; please don’t kill us."

A female police officer pleaded tearfully, and a male officer mustered the courage to reply, knowing they weren’t armed and didn’t dare to resist.

"Where is your chief? Lead us there."

Situang casually grabbed a male officer, compelling him to show the way.

The male officer dared not to defy and led the way fearfully.

The police headquarters had over a dozen floors, with the chief’s office on the eighth level.

When Situang went up, he didn’t find anyone in the chief’s office.

"Sir, the target is hiding in a restroom on the twelfth floor."

Situang’s radio, clipped to his chest, transmitted the voice of another Genetic Warrior who had taken over the main office’s surveillance room, locating the Guangzhou Chief’s whereabouts.

Situang, along with Jin Changming, made their way to the women’s restroom on the twelfth floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!