111: attack

The next day, noon.

The sun in Las Vegas was scorching and intense.

After a night of madness, Alisa was still energetic. Perhaps the magic of money kept her in a state of continuous high excitement.

"Jiang! Today's itinerary is all set!"

"Since we're in the desert, how can we not play with something that smells of gunpowder?"

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A private shooting range on the outskirts of Las Vegas.

A 'Little Bird' special helicopter, painted black, had its rotor roaring, kicking up a sky full of yellow sand.

But this was no ordinary sightseeing helicopter.

On both sides of the cabin, two M134 Minigun multi-barrel rotary machine guns were conspicuously mounted.

These were true war machines, with a rate of fire of up to 3000 rounds per minute.

"This is the 'Aerial Hunt' project specially prepared for you by Caesars Palace."

The accompanying range manager handed over noise-canceling headphones, his face respectful.

"The target area is the abandoned car lot over there, filled with fifty scrapped cars and hundreds of oil barrels."

"Mr. Jiang, feel free to let loose."

Jiang Yuan put on his sunglasses, grabbed the handrail of the cabin door with one hand, and stepped onto the helicopter.

Alisa screamed excitedly and followed, sitting on the other side.

The helicopter lifted off, tilting its body as it rushed towards the depths of the desert.

"Over there!"

Alisa pointed at the array of abandoned cars on the ground, which looked like ants, and was the first to pull the trigger.

Da da da da da!

Flames spewed out, bullets rained down like a storm, and long dragons of dust instantly rose from the ground.

But due to the recoil and the helicopter's bumps, her aim was not good, and bullets flew everywhere.

"It's too hard to control!"

Alisa shouted, her arm numb from the vibration.

Jiang Yuan smiled.

He sat at the cabin door, not even wearing a seatbelt, gripping the heavy six-barrel machine gun with one hand.

For him, who had unlocked the Third-Order Gene Lock, this amount of recoil was like a tickle.

"Watch closely."

He said indifferently.

The next second.

Buzz—!

The sound of the motor turning on, followed by terrifying gunfire like tearing cloth.

A visible chain of fire extended from Jiang Yuan's hand, like God's whip, accurately lashing the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The scrapped cars on the ground were not just shot up, but directly blown apart!

Oil barrels were instantly ignited, and orange-red fireballs rose into the desert sky.

Jiang Yuan's arm remained perfectly still.

His eyes were cold and focused, the muzzle moving with his gaze, hitting whatever he aimed at.

Even a car that was blown into the air, Jiang Yuan raised his muzzle, and the chain of fire chased the airborne wreckage with hundreds more bullets, literally tearing that car into pieces in mid-air!

"Oh my god!!"

The pilot was dumbfounded.

He had been flying for ten years and had never seen anyone use a Minigun like a sniper rifle from a bumpy helicopter!

What kind of terrifying core strength and dynamic vision was this?

"Awesome!"

Only when the ammo belt was empty did Jiang Yuan release the trigger, exhaling a breath mixed with the smell of gunpowder.

This pure destruction and devastation was indeed more stress-relieving than calculations at the gambling table.

The sun set in the west.

The blood-red afterglow stained the Nevada desert a deep crimson.

A convoy of luxury cars was driving on the highway, returning to downtown Las Vegas.

Two bulletproof modified Cadillac SUVs led the way, with a stretched Rolls-Royce Phantom in the middle.

Inside the car.

Alisa nestled in Jiang Yuan's arms, holding a glass of champagne, her excitement still lingering.

"Jiang, you were so cool just now!"

"I've never seen that pilot make such a horrified expression."

"When we get to the island, we must build a shooting range even bigger than this one..."

Jiang Yuan swirled his wine glass, listening to her chatter in his ear, but his gaze passed through the dark bulletproof glass, watching the rapidly receding desert outside the window.

Suddenly.

He frowned slightly.

A strong sense of crisis, like a needle prick, stabbed into his mind.

This was the 'Danger Premonition' unique to the Third-Order Gene Lock.

"Stop the car."

Jiang Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice cold.

"What?"

Alisa was stunned. "What's wrong, dear? We haven't reached the city yet, this is..."

Boom—!!!

Before she could finish speaking.

A deafening explosion erupted right in front of the convoy!

The leading bulletproof Cadillac, without even a chance to react, was hit head-on by an RPG rocket with a fiery tail!

Flames shot into the sky!

The several-ton car was flung seven or eight meters high like a toy, smashing heavily in the middle of the road, turning into a burning wreck.

Screech—!

The Rolls-Royce driver, professionally trained, slammed on the brakes, sharply turned the steering wheel, and the car drifted sideways on the highway, narrowly avoiding the wreckage of the car in front.

"Enemy attack!! Protect the boss!!"

The bodyguards in the rear car reacted instantly, immediately pushed open their doors, got out, and raised their guns to counterattack.

Da da da da da!

Before they could even stand firm, a dense spray of automatic rifle bullets poured over them from behind the sand dunes on both sides of the highway.

That was not ordinary gang firepower.

It was a military-grade crossfire network!

Puff puff puff!

Several bodyguards who had just gotten out were instantly riddled with bullets, their blood staining the ground.

"Ah!!!"

Inside the car, Alisa screamed in terror at the sudden turn of events, spilling champagne all over the floor.

"Don't scream."

A large hand pressed down on her head, holding her firmly beneath the leather seat.

Jiang Yuan looked up.

Those originally calm black eyes had now turned completely cold.

Through the spiderweb cracks on the bulletproof glass.

He saw dozens of armed personnel, dressed in desert camouflage and tactical masks, approaching rapidly from the sand dunes on both sides, carrying their guns.

The leader still had the recently fired rocket launcher on his shoulder, and was reloading the second round.

These were mercenaries.

"Mrs. Lin... or Ross?"

Jiang Yuan's lips curled into a bloodthirsty sneer.

Since someone didn't want to be decent.

Then he would help these people die decently.

"Stay in the car and don't move."

Inside the car, Alisa was trembling, her usually proud and glamorous face now pale as paper.

She clung tightly to Jiang Yuan's sleeve, as if grasping her last straw of hope.

"I'm going to take out the trash."

"Be good."

Jiang Yuan gently patted the back of her hand, his tone inappropriately gentle.

"Close your eyes, cover your ears, and count to one hundred. I'll be back."

Alisa looked at Jiang Yuan's pitch-black eyes; there was no fear, only a calming tranquility.

She nodded instinctively, released his hand, and shrank back into the corner of the seat like an obedient child.

Click.

The car door unlocked.

Jiang Yuan pushed open the deformed car door and stepped into the scorching yellow sand.