William gently laid down the bearded man and took out two Glock 17s with silencers from his storage space, placing them under his arms. He exited the tent and quietly moved towards the guards, using the fog as cover.
His strength was now five or six times that of a normal person. He could break a man's neck with one hand. He stealthily approached two guards from behind. A quick scan with his mental power revealed that both guards had guns holstered at their waists.
Since they weren't ordinary workers, William didn't hold back. He swiftly grabbed the necks of the two guards and exerted his strength. Two sharp cracks later, both guards fell limp. He dragged their bodies into the tent by their collars.
After hiding the bodies, William saw a bald man with a gun rush in just as he was exiting the tent. The bald man immediately aimed and fired at William, filling the tent with gunfire.
William had ducked back into the tent the moment the bald man raised his gun. He pulled out one of his Glock 17s and listened to the gunfire, identifying the weapon as an M1911. He counted the shots; he had no intention of engaging in a direct firefight with these thugs. Using his mental power, he soon realized the bald man was out of bullets and frantically reloading.
With a smile, William stepped out of the tent and shot the terrified bald man in the forehead. The bullet exited the back of his head, spraying blood several meters.
The sudden gunfire caused chaos in the tent. The men who had come for a good time hastily grabbed their clothes and ran out, ducking low.
William didn't bother with the ordinary workers. He scanned the area with his mental power, targeting anyone with a gun. Within twenty seconds, the tent was filled with twenty trembling young women and seven or eight men with bullet-riddled heads.
With the immediate threat neutralized, William changed to a fresh magazine and carefully scanned outside the tent. The thick fog provided perfect cover for him to pick off targets. Confirming no other armed thugs were around, he quickly exited the tent.
The tent was too large a target and wouldn't withstand a barrage of AK-47 fire. A few concentrated shots would turn it into Swiss cheese, and the twenty young women inside would undoubtedly get hurt.
William's mental power allowed him to scan the area within a hundred meters, making him acutely aware of everything around him. Using the fog, construction site structures, and piles of sand and dirt as cover, he moved stealthily, taking out the Albanians one by one without a direct confrontation.
After taking out seven or eight men, the Albanians were terrified of this unseen ghost. They huddled together, randomly firing their AKs at perceived threats.
This situation made William dive under a concrete block for cover. He had no desire to face a dozen AKs. Lying on the ground, he put on two bulletproof vests, knowing one wouldn't stop AK rounds. With two vests on, he felt a bit more secure.
His mental power was not invincible; its range hadn't reached a hundred meters yet, and an AK at that range could inflict severe damage. A single shot could incapacitate him, and not even the System could save him. He wasn't the Hulk, after all.
Both sides were at a standstill for a few minutes. Lying behind the concrete block, William observed quietly. The Albanians were about fifty meters away, huddled and ready to shoot at anything. He took out a few flashbangs from his storage space, pulled the pins, and threw them around him.
Hearing the noise, the Albanians fired wildly at the surrounding fog, shouting in a language William didn't understand. A few bullets hit the concrete block he was hiding behind, almost hitting him.
After a few seconds, screams erupted as the Albanians accidentally hit each other. William smirked, taking advantage of their confusion. As they stopped firing to reload, he crawled towards a group of Albanians hiding behind a mining vehicle.
After twenty meters, he hid behind a pile of dirt. Scanning with his mental power, he confirmed the positions of three Albanians. Circling around, he approached them from behind. Once he could see them clearly, he threw a few throwing knives at their heads.
With three soft thuds, the three Albanians fell without a sound. William had more confidence in his knife-throwing skills than his shooting. Checking their AKs, he picked the best one and took five magazines. Using the fog and nearby cover, he moved towards the other Albanians.
Moving cautiously, he scanned every few meters. He didn't want to take any chances. After ten meters, he detected two groups of about ten Albanians each, huddled together and not moving.
These men were terrified by the sudden fog and William's ghostly tactics. Twenty of their comrades were dead, and they hadn't even seen him. So, they guarded their positions, too scared to move.
William saw them huddled with their AKs and had no good way to approach. Realizing that time was running out, he decided to ignore Claude's warning about making a big scene. He took out two grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them towards the two groups.
Using his Mage Hand, he accurately placed the grenades at the center of the groups. Two seconds later, the grenades exploded, killing or incapacitating the dozen men.
Scanning with his mental power, William confirmed that the remaining men were either dead or wounded. He slung the AK over his back, pulled out his Glocks, and systematically finished off any survivors with a shot to the head. Only then did he feel safe.
Carefully scanning the area one last time to ensure there were no more Albanians, he dissipated the fog. Slinging the AK over his shoulder, he climbed a dirt mound and used binoculars to check if the police were coming. He needed to see how much time he had left. If he had time, he would help the twenty girls; if not, he would flee immediately.
To his surprise, he didn't see any police but instead saw four SUVs speeding towards him.
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