Watching Blaine's slow but unwavering steps, the five terrorists frowned deeply, their vigilance growing even stronger.
The terrorists involved in the kidnapping of Tony weren't like the drunken, lecherous buffoons often portrayed in movies and TV shows.
To ensure absolute success, only elite members were used from top to bottom.
This strangely dressed man had discovered them, showed no fear, and was even walking straight toward them.
Either he was extremely confident, or he was a complete idiot.
They strongly believed it was the former.
Gripping their AKs tightly.
As soon as Blaine entered their effective firing range—
"Fire!"
At the command,
The five terrorists immediately aimed their loaded AKs at Blaine, unleashing bullets like a torrential downpour.
"Ratatatat!"
"Ratatatat!"
"Ratatatat!"
In an instant, gunfire echoed all around.
Though it wasn't quite as exaggerated as a heavy machine gun spewing blue flames, it was still powerful enough for serious suppression. A wide area was covered with dense gunfire.
Even though the distance made their aim less accurate, they made up for it by sheer volume, firing one magazine after another without hesitation.
The five terrorists believed that even if God himself appeared, he would be turned into a beehive under their firepower.
However—
Amidst the rain of bullets—
Blaine continued walking calmly, as if strolling through a light drizzle, not slowing down in the slightest.
Before the bullets could even touch his body, they were blocked by some strange, invisible air barrier, falling harmlessly onto the sand.
Moreover, every time a bullet hit the barrier, Blaine felt a mysterious sensation.
The barrage of bullets felt more like a massage.
Blaine even narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, almost wanting to urge them to keep shooting.
"F**k!"
"Is he a monster?!"
"Why isn't he dead?!"
"Call for backup!"
"He's not afraid of bullets! Repeat! He's not afraid of bullets!!"
Seeing Blaine completely unharmed, the five terrorists panicked and hurriedly called for reinforcements through their radios.
They had already notified their leader the moment they spotted someone — another strict order from above: if anyone appeared, report immediately. If they could kill the person, great. If not, reinforcements would come swiftly.
As for Blaine, he was very clear about his own objective.
If he had entered the range of their AKs, it meant the five terrorists had also entered his range.
Enjoying the bullet massage, Blaine's eyes sharpened. He picked up his bow, grabbed five arrows from his back, placed them on the string, and drew it to full tension.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Five sharp sounds of arrows cutting through the air.
Five streaks of silvery-white light flashed by almost simultaneously, piercing straight through the foreheads of the five terrorists, from front to back, with red and white matter slowly oozing out.
Each of the five terrorists still had an expression of disbelief frozen on their faces as they collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
At the same moment, the gunfire ceased completely.
Blaine shook his head.
Damn, without the bullet massage, it feels weirdly uncomfortable.
Muttering in his heart, Blaine didn't slow his steps and soon arrived at the entrance of the small sand mound.
At that moment, a terrorist suddenly rushed out from the entrance.
Blaine was slightly surprised.
He had been wondering — after causing such a scene right at their doorstep, why hadn't the rest of these supposed elites shown up yet? Why was there no reaction at all?
Turns out, they were busy setting this up.
The terrorist who rushed out was carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder, already loaded with a rocket.
His expression was grim as he aimed the launcher at Blaine.
"Boom!"
A rocket with a trail of exhaust roared toward Blaine.
Seeing this, Blaine's pupils contracted slightly. He kicked off both feet, rolling swiftly to the side like an agile beast.
Damn it, if I don't dodge, would they really think I'm just some tanky assassin?!
"Bang!!"
The rocket struck the spot where Blaine had just been, blasting a large crater and sending debris flying.
And when one shot missed—
Here comes another!
Blaine glanced toward the entrance.
Damn, looks like they're taking turns trying to blast me?
Several terrorists were stationed at the entrance — at least three of them carrying rocket launchers. After one fired, the next was immediately ready, perfectly covering the reload gaps and ensuring continuous bombardment against Blaine.
"Whoosh!!"
Another rocket roared out, trailing smoke.
Relying on his sharp instincts, Blaine rolled aside again.
And while rolling across the ground, he quickly nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and shot.
With a sharp "swoosh," an arrow shot out, striking down the terrorist who had just launched a rocket.
As for the other terrorists trying to suppress him with AK fire — Blaine completely ignored them. Those AKs were nothing more than massage tools for him.
Using the same method, within just a few seconds, all three terrorists carrying rocket launchers were shot dead by Blaine.
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