At this moment, Atreus was stunned. It took him half a second to realize that Louis was shouting "RPG"!
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, the SUV with two bodyguards in front was like a flying matchbox, turning into a burning iron box in the air, spinning twice, and crashing into an abandoned phone booth on the side of the road.
Sparks and debris flew everywhere.
It wasn't that the other party was so accurate, at least five RPG rockets were fired just now, five out of one, which was barely passable.
This thing, an ordinary person can go to see God if they get hit by one.
Free Gotham City, gunfights every day.
Before he could curse, another remote-controlled bomb exploded on the road.
It wasn't that his hand shook and exploded too quickly, but if the five RPGs didn't hit, the bomb would explode just as the first bodyguard car arrived.
For a time, gravel and shrapnel flew around.
When dozens of fragments hit the front of the Lincoln Limousine, the entire windshield was immediately covered with a spider web of white cracks.
No matter how well-trained Atreus's driver was, the instinct to survive made him subconsciously slam on the steering wheel and brakes.
Thanks to the Lincoln Limousine's net weight of more than three tons and its particularly low chassis, it didn't roll over even after such a jolt.
Unfortunately, there was no good news either.
As the car spun, it slammed into a concrete pier on the side of the road, and the airbags immediately popped out.
Fortunately, the car behind was fine. The bodyguards in the SUV loyally drove the car next to the Lincoln, forming a small shelter along with a small house on the side of the road.
Three bodyguards jumped out of the car and used the bulletproof car as cover to pour firepower on the enemies rushing towards them.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
The power of the large-capacity magazine M4 was fully displayed at this moment.
The ferocious firepower, equivalent to a light machine gun, immediately knocked down several guys who rushed over, suppressing many enemies so they couldn't raise their heads.
The bodyguards were extremely grateful for Atreus's previous heavy equipment order. Even though they had fewer people, their firepower still had the upper hand.
"Damn it! It's the Joker g4ng!" Louis cursed while struggling to unbuckle Atreus's seat belt: "Young Master, go quickly, the other party has heavy weapons, it's not safe in the car."
Atreus tried his best to wake himself up and glanced out the car window. He saw a group of lunatics with red paint on their mouths and their faces painted white, using AKs and the "African God of War" gun-holding method with both hands raised above their heads to fight back.
If their target wasn't Atreus himself, Atreus might have laughed out loud.
Brothers, who are you aiming at?
The Joker g4ng is famous for having many cannon fodders, and the firearms they use are mostly junk whose rifling is almost worn out. They only care about pulling the trigger, as for whether the bullet can hit someone after it leaves the gun, it depends on fate.
When fate arrives, people die.
When fate doesn't arrive, anyone can be like a god of war in the hail of bullets.
Louis pressed Atreus's shoulders and quickly led him to the two-story concrete house on the side of the road. Atreus's driver opened the door and dragged Wonder Woman out.
Atreus couldn't figure out whether Black Mask and the Joker g4ng had a tacit understanding or deliberately shifted the blame, but the dozens of Joker g4ng members were not fake.
In fact, there were also Joker g4ng members in this house. Obviously, Atreus's bodyguards were better. After a short and intense exch4nge of fire, relying on their marksmanship, reaction, and the comprehensive suppression of bulletproof vests, Louis and the others achieved an overwhelming victory.
Picking out a few shattered pieces from the bulletproof insert on his chest, it was obvious that these were the remnants of a shotgun slug after it shattered. Louis's hands were trembling. This thing was extremely lethal to unarmored personnel. Even if he only wore Kevlar without a bulletproof insert, he would most likely be dead.
The piercing pain in his chest told him that his ribs might be broken, but at least he still had his life.
For the next five minutes, the bodyguards used cover to frantically shoot at the Joker g4ng outside. The casualty ratio was overwhelmingly favorable, but they couldn't withstand the large number of enemies.
"Die—"
No matter how many people were knocked down, there were still fearless guys trying to rush over, not only from across the road, but also from the abandoned factory in the distance.
Under the Joker g4ng members' comical appearance, there was only madness.
In just a short while, the exterior wall of this house had been transformed into a Syrian-style decoration.
Among the six bodyguards, one was dead, and another was injured and lost combat capability. Even Atreus, the boss, had to join the fight.
"B4ng!"
To be honest, Atreus's shot shook a bit before firing because of nervousness.
Unfortunately, hitting accurately is not as good as receiving well.
The Joker g4ng member opposite suddenly staggered and caught the bullet with his forehead, making it look like Atreus had predicted the opponent's prediction.
"Boss, good shot!" Louis rarely showed a smile.
Atreus smiled bitterly, looking at the system prompt [Headshot kill, shooting experience +233 points], he was speechless.
Batman? Robin? Anyone!
Come and save the day!
In Gotham City, you have a chance to successfully call any boss, except the police.
Atreus had long been prepared, shining a flashlight with the Batman logo outside countless times, but Batman never came.
At this moment, perhaps because it had endured firepower it shouldn't have, after one wall of this dilapidated house was riddled with AK fire, it finally collapsed with a mournful cry.
The house was not big to begin with, with a two-bedroom and one-living room layout. Suddenly, one side became indefensible. They had to huddle in the hall on the second floor, enduring fire from all directions.
The dense bullets suppressed everyone so they couldn't raise their heads.
This time, even the well-trained bodyguards had to use the "African shooting method," only poking the muzzle out the window to fire, trying their best to suppress the other side and prevent these crazy clowns wearing bowler hats from rushing over.
Once they engaged in close combat indoors, marksmanship would be greatly weakened.
Simply put, the side with more people would win.
"Damn it!" Atreus didn't curse like the bodyguards, but he also muttered: "Martha! Lois! Gwen!"
The bodyguards didn't know what their boss was mumbling about. Only Atreus knew that these names were likely to trigger the hearing of those with superhuman hearing and bring real help.
He wished for a signal arrow to summon superheroes!
But the result?
No response at all!
Damn it! Still have to rely on myself?
Atreus was almost going crazy and couldn't help but think: [System! Give me some help! If you can't give me the power of DC or Marvel, give me some drone-level auxiliary shooting system!]
[Received! Host! Activating (Eagle Eye Auxiliary Aiming System)!]
Atreus exclaimed: "There really is one!?"
[This is an auxiliary system evolved from the Celestial intelligent individual combat system and does not exceed the conventional force of this world.]
In Atreus's mind, it was like turning on the picture-in-picture function, with several perspectives overlooking from dozens of meters in the air. Not only that, but the muzzle of his MP5K also had a laser aiming bullet trajectory.
Atreus pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
"Rat-tat-tat!"
The MP5 series submachine guns were famous for their low recoil, and even Atreus's use of the "African shooting method" didn't put much strain on his wrist.
The result was...
"Ahhh!"
"I'm hit!"
"Fxxk! How is it so accurate!?"
Although the MP5 series seemed to have low bullet power, its actual effective r4nge could reach 400 meters.
For unprotected enemies, its lethality was absolutely formidable.
Atreus continuously swept the Joker g4ng members opposite with three to four-round bursts, and the enemy's fire density decreased within a few breaths.
After 120 rounds, at least twenty people on the other side were taken down.
This was a terrifying hit rate!
Louis, the bodyguard opposite Atreus, looked at his boss in disbelief: Everyone was using the African shooting method, why were you so outstanding? I'm the African chief, and you're the African god of war?
"What? [One shot, one down], haven't you seen it before?"
Several bodyguards shook their heads in shock at the same time.
Though startled, these retired special forces soldiers' exceptional qualities allowed them to quickly regain their composure. They seized advantageous positions and began to pick off the remaining enemies from above.
But at this moment, a few persistent Joker g4ng lunatics made a move that was crude but effective.
They hoisted two car doors that had fallen from the previously bombed SUV as shields and charged forward, screaming.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat!" The bodyguards didn't spare their ammunition, but unfortunately, these things were bulletproof, just like the SWAT's large shields!
The 5.56 bullets' firepower couldn't penetrate them at all.
Even though Louis accurately hit one Joker g4ng member's foot, causing him to stumble and leave the cover of the car door, and then sniped him, several Joker g4ng members still rushed over.
At this time, Atreus gritted his teeth, pulled out a grenade from his crotch, pulled the pin, and threw it out.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, several Joker g4ng members were blown to pieces.
The heavy casualties finally scared the remaining ones, and they fled while screaming.
Looking at the gruesome scene downstairs near their building, several bodyguards grimaced.
Atreus chuckled dryly: "Who's setting off firecrackers? Look at how the kids are bruised and battered."
(End of Chapter)