344: Chapter 341 Reunion and Casualties

Many armed personnel behind him were killed before they could even fire a shot, and some who did fire ended up wounding their own teammates.

If they were outside in an open area, trying to leave Research Building B would be a death sentence.

Near Building B, the closest cover was nearly fifty meters away, and that was just a small tree; reaching Building A would require covering two hundred meters.

That distance was enough for the snipers on the perimeter, who had been aiming at the exit of Building B the whole time, to kill Li Changsheng several times over.

"Li! You are indeed very impressive. You can easily dodge ordinary bullets, but how will you dodge a sniper rifle?"

Merk simply lit a laced cigar and smoked it leisurely.

He had just re-watched Li Changsheng's test video. Beyond the shock in his heart, he also understood why his subordinates were suddenly fighting like children who didn't know how to wage war.

Clearly, this Li had likely been holding back during the previous tests.

But so what? The muzzle velocity of a sniper round is double that of an assault rifle.

Assault rifles are mostly in the range of four to five hundred meters per second, while sniper rifles are at least around one thousand meters per second.

Furthermore, with long-range sniper fire, the target wouldn't hear any gunshot at all; they would be gone before even knowing where the bullet came from.

"Boom! Boom!" "What's going on?" "What's happening in the back?" "Hmm?"

Hearing the sudden noise coming from his earpiece, Merk hurriedly pulled up the surveillance footage for the tenth floor.

However, the screen was filled with smoke and haze, making it very difficult for him to distinguish what was happening.

"What happened? Report the situation!"

"Merk... Mr. Merk, it's bad, traitors! There's a firefight in our rear, an intense firefight. No one knows who is who. It's crazy, everyone has gone crazy."

"Traitors? How is that possible?"

Merk sat up straight at once and saw that the firefights in those areas of the tenth-floor training grounds were indeed extremely intense.

Even more intense than the situation at the elevator entrance.

Yet, he watched as a large number of test subjects were indiscriminately gunned down by the armed personnel in their confusion.

Some of the test subjects actually had guns and were engaging in rapid firefights with the somewhat inexperienced armed personnel.

But because of this chaos, the guy in the elevator charged out. The squad, already suffering heavy losses and suffering from a moment of Divided Soul due to the events in the rear, didn't last long before being swiftly dispatched by that dark shadow.

Every step he took on the ground left a visible metal indentation. He covered the four or five-meter distance in two steps, arriving in an instant, using every means at his disposal.

Concealed weapons, Lions Roar Skill, Bagua Steps, Xingyi, and Taiji were unleashed one after another.

Li Changsheng was like someone reliving the previous incident with Master Wen—kill, kill, kill!

In less than a minute, looking at the screen where only Li remained, alone, Merk fell silent. He started to wonder if he was watching a superhero movie.

No! He might be participating in it for real, and playing the role of the villain.

"Snap~ Bzzzt~" With a sound of impact, the screen turned completely white.

Merk rubbed his temples. The laced cigar in his mouth no longer tasted good. He stubbed out the cigarette and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Just then, his communicator rang. As soon as he connected, Old Michael's voice, filled with rage, came through from the other end.

"Merk! This is what you called 'quickly quelled'? Now there are massive casualties among the test subjects. Do you have any idea that the company's losses this time will reach billions! Or even more!"

What Old Michael was most thankful for now was that the losses among the highly educated researchers in the laboratory were not severe, but all the experimental materials that had been painstakingly collected over the years were ruined, so those teams were likely not far from being disbanded.

"Merk, I must report the situation to the boss now. You had better pray that the boss is too busy to deal with us right now!"

"Click~" The call disconnected. Merk was too drained to retort; he had already given up.

Now he just wanted to wait for this Li to break through to the surface, and then have the perimeter forces suppress him.

The sound of gunfire continued, but it was much sparser now. Seeing Li Changsheng's terrifying speed of slaughter, and due to the internal chaos, many armed personnel had wisely laid down their weapons.

"Master Li, you truly did not disappoint me."

"How are the losses?"

Seeing Zhang Zhao standing in front of him with a group of Martial Masters holding firearms, Li Changsheng was not surprised at all and instead asked calmly about the losses.

This Zhang Zhao was definitely a smart man; working with someone like him didn't require much worry.

"Losses are nearly one-third. They were all rookies; some died without even firing a shot, and some lost their lives while trying to seize weapons. But compared to the fighters in other areas, we are doing well."

Zhang Zhao shook his head and glanced at the hundreds of corpses on the testing ground, most of whom were top fighters from various countries.

Among them, Li Changsheng saw some familiar Kyokushin Karate experts, Muay Thai experts, as well as experts in Jiu-Jitsu, wrestling, and Taekwondo.

There was no shortage of top-ranked individuals, but what surprised Li Changsheng was that Azure Dragon was actually not dead.

Look at the big physique of Azure Dragon, and then look next to him, where several Sumo Yokozuna corpses were already lying stiffly.

Besides that, Peter Guo was currently leaning against the wall, with seven or eight bloody holes in his chest.

However, he was not dead yet, just frowning tightly and constantly adjusting his breathing, as if trying to alleviate the pain.

His gaze then turned to the Martial Masters. Many of the older generation of Martial Masters from Xia were killed on the spot, and there were quite a few young ones as well.

Wan Qianhe was actually not dead!

He saw him standing to one side at this moment, supporting himself on one leg while holding a side kick pose. He had just kicked and broken an armed personnel's throat. Seeing Li Changsheng looking over, he glanced at the nearby armed personnel who had all surrendered, and only then slowly lowered his leg.

He had actually regained his Martial Artist heart relying solely on a temporarily installed prosthetic limb.

However, compared to his previous arrogance, he was now more reserved, with deep, soulful eyes.

But because the prosthetic support was still a burden on his severed leg, or perhaps because he hadn't fully adapted to it, his face was somewhat pale.

"Master Wan is also a ruthless man. He simply gave up on that severed leg, even though the doctor said there was a chance to reattach it. But when he heard that he would only be able to walk normally afterward, he chose to amputate it directly."

"Relying on a left leg he wasn't quite used to, he managed to kill three people, all in direct head-to-head combat. Amazing! I can't compare to him!"

Zhang Zhao shook his head with a bitter smile. He still had some self-awareness; his physique limited him, making his agility significantly worse, and even if his Monkey Style was outstanding enough, it was of no use.

In his only direct confrontation, he was almost shot in the head, but luckily, someone nearby helped save the situation by shooting and killing the opponent first; otherwise, he would have died on the spot.