114: Using blank bullets on the battlefield?

But as the saying goes, everything has two sides.

Some people cherish their lives, and naturally, others value money more than their own lives.

There were still a few mercenary groups harboring ill intentions.

However, none of this mattered; Super Bodyguard didn't pay any attention to these weaklings.

On a road riddled with shell craters, Super Bodyguard's convoy quickly pulled over.

Immediately, a group of people quickly entered an intact building, where the occupants had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing them enter, someone casually pointed to the side, "There, that's what you need. The Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group is just a few miles from here."

Super Bodyguard looked in the direction the person was pointing and saw piles of ammunition boxes, which were their supplies.

However, the ammunition boxes were divided into two colors, and they naturally knew exactly what the different colors represented.

"There are many mercenaries here; I don't want them to disturb us."

"Don't worry, we've already prepared for this. Besides, Pyramid happens to have a mission here, so we'll help you deal with those who are targeting you. We guarantee no one will disturb you. Alright, the Young Master's mission is important. We wish you all the best."

After speaking, the Pyramid members turned and left, quickly disappearing into the night.

Seeing this, Super Bodyguard wasted no more time. He turned to his companions behind him and said, "Get ready. Two sets of weapons per person. We depart in five minutes."

Five minutes later, a group of thirty-five people were fully equipped and ready to go.

Just as they were leaving, the leaders of the mercenary groups who had planned to cause trouble suddenly died in their camps.

Their deaths were all identical: a single cut to the throat, eyes wide like copper bells.

It was as if they had all seen something terrifying before they died.

This discovery made the mercenary group members' hair stand on end. What was the difference between this and seeing a ghost?

This was their camp. To be able to sneak in silently and slit their leader's throat before he even had a chance to fire—they couldn't fathom what kind of assassin could achieve such a feat.

"What should we do? The leader died so strangely. Should we still proceed with the plan?"

"What plan? Isn't the leader's death clear enough? They obviously knew our plan. This is a warning."

"Exactly. If they can assassinate our leader here, wouldn't killing us be as simple as killing a chicken? Let's just drop it. Let's take on some easier missions. There's no need to deal with these devils. Anyway, I'm not going to target them anymore. If you want to, you go ahead. Money is good, but you need to be alive to spend it."

"I'm not going either. The leader earned enough money, right? But what was the result? You saw it; he had money but no life to spend it."

The deaths of the various mercenary group leaders served as a deterrent, causing everyone to abandon their suicidal thoughts.

On the other side!

At the location of the Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group, Carrot Head leaned against a wall, eating canned food with a fork, and casually said, "Strange, why is it so quiet around here tonight?"

But no sooner had he spoken than his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately warned, "Guys, something's not right. Stay on high alert!"

The others instantly reacted. Before, even if the enemy wasn't attacking, they would occasionally fire a few shells in their direction to disrupt their sleep.

But tonight, there was nothing. This abnormal behavior made him sense danger.

"Boss, we have a situation. A group of people is approaching, about one kilometer out."

Carrot Head heard the voice from the communicator and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid of enemies, but if there were no enemies, then they would really have to retreat.

After a long breath, he quickly asked, "Can you see clearly? How many people are there?"

"Boss, less than twenty people. They don't look like local soldiers; they should be those mercenaries."

Twenty people? Mercenaries?

Hearing these two important pieces of information, Carrot Head felt greatly relieved. He figured the enemy must be trying to tie them down with mercenaries.

But something wasn't right. How did they know their location? If they knew their location, wouldn't a direct artillery barrage be enough?

Just as he was about to retreat, gunfire suddenly erupted.

The continuous gunfire instantly shattered the peaceful night.

Carrot Head's expression darkened. He wanted to see what the enemy was capable of.

But just as he was engaging them, gunfire suddenly intensified from the rear.

"Damn it, are those rebel scum eating shit? The enemy has reached our home base. Forget it, I never relied on them anyway."

No sooner had Carrot Head finished speaking than a distinctive gunshot echoed in his ears.

This is... a Barrett!

"Damn it, there's a sniper! Eagle, find their sniper and take him out."

"Received. Leave it to me."

It was clear that the other party was excited.

On the roof of a tall building in the distance, a Super Bodyguard lay prone, the barrel of the Barrett rifle mounted in front of him slowly moving.

Watching the enemy sniper seemingly searching for a position, he subtly curled his lips and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out. Eagle looked at his chest. It hurt!

It hurt a lot!

"Boss, I... I think I was shot by their sniper."

"Shit, what kind of nonsense are you spouting? You were shot by a Barrett and you can still talk to me so calmly?"

"No, Boss, he shot me in the chest, but... it seems it didn't penetrate my bulletproof vest."

Carrot Head heard the voice through the mic and was somewhat incredulous.

"Holy crap, did your brain get shot into your ass? Or is your brain filled with shit? I seriously suspect you got into SAS by selling your ass. Do you think you're wearing an Iron Man suit? Can it block a Barrett?"

Eagle was also very confused. He looked down at the shot location and confirmed he hadn't misread it, and he certainly couldn't mistake the sound of a Barrett.

Although his chest hurt, he was indeed still alive and well. Did he have an immortal body?

Bullshit! That's ridiculous.

Then there was only one answer: the enemy was using blanks.

"You sly frog, always touching my stomach. Boss, there's only one answer: they're using blanks."

Carrot Head immediately became furious upon hearing this. Blanks, huh? Do you think this is playtime now?

"F*ck, why are you touching my stomach? Come back now. I have live rounds. Let me blow your head off and see if it's filled with shit. What kind of place is this? Do you think this is training now, with blanks?"

Just then, other voices came through his ear.

"Boss, something's not right! Why didn't I die when I was shot?!"

"Boss, it seems the enemy is using blanks. What should we do? Should we continue to return fire?"

Hearing these words, Carrot Head was stunned. If only one person had said this, he would have thought they had gone crazy.

But others were saying the same thing. They couldn't all be crazy, could they? Were the enemy really using blanks?