Two Realms: From Glass Beads to Divine Skills, Invincible

Chapter 30: Sneak Attack and Counter-Sneak Attack.

"Damn it, I knew there wasn't a single rule-abiding person in the United States," Bai Chen cursed under his breath, feeling a lingering fear.

Let's go back two hours.

Bai Chen had just lain down to go to sleep, but for some reason, he couldn't fall asleep.

As he tossed and turned, he thought about the underground bank. Although he hadn't made a scene, he couldn't rule out the possibility that they might have shot him in the back to silence him.

The more I think about it, the less I can sleep.

And so.

Bai Chen decided not to sleep and began to sit cross-legged to practice meditation.

Then he heard a noise.

His perception was excellent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to walk along the border and reach New Mexico, which is within the United States.

After practicing martial arts, this ability to perceive things was further enhanced, and one could even faintly sense the legendary killing intent.

"It's the middle of the night, so they definitely aren't from the slums."

Bai Chen was alert and immediately got up, picked up his submachine gun, and carefully slipped out from the side of the container.

He was standing, performing the "Sixty-Four Forms of Free and Easy Movement," moving silently through the darkness.

Further on.

Bai Chen then witnessed a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

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Five men in black stood in a row, four of them holding submachine guns and firing at the shipping container where they were staying, while the last one was carrying a body bag.

Drafting~

If I fall asleep, wouldn't I get a plug in my sleep?

Bai Chen was both shocked and furious.

This was the first time he had come so close to death.

New Mexico Bloods, I, Bai, will remember you.

Bai Chen gritted his teeth and harbored resentment.

First they embezzled my money, and now they want to silence me. This is intolerable.

I checked the submachine gun ammunition, as well as two other fully loaded spare magazines.

Then, under the cover of night, Bai Chen stealthily made his way towards the five men in black.

...

Here.

Charlie and the others had arrived at the lock of the container door.

The container door wasn't locked, but they didn't think much of it, assuming that the bullets had damaged the lock.

But when they pushed open the door, which was full of single holes, they were surprised to find it empty.

Aside from a tattered quilt and some personal belongings, where could one find a person?

Where are they?

Charlie scratched his head in confusion.

The remaining four men in black were also completely baffled.

Just as they were filled with doubt, wondering if the yellow-skinned monkey was not at home.

An unexpected event occurred.

Da da da... da da da...

A burst of gunfire rang out.

Countless bullets pierced through the outside of the container, some even passing right through the holes they had previously left in it.

*Thud...thud...thud...* That's the sound of a bullet entering flesh.

Five Black men, including Charlie, were shot instantly.

"Oh no, there's an ambush."

Charlie was extremely experienced in gunfights. Even though he was shot in the shoulder, he immediately dropped to the ground.

After dodging the first wave of bullets, he glanced to his side out of the corner of his eye.

Of the four men he brought, three were lying in pools of blood, while the remaining one, like him, had managed to slip and hide, sustaining bullet wounds to his leg and shoulder.

"Yuri, retaliate! Retaliate!" Charlie shouted at the top of his lungs.

The remaining man in black, enduring the pain in his legs and shoulders, picked up a submachine gun and fired in the direction from which the bullets were coming.

Beep beep beep... Beep beep...

The silenced submachine guns flashed, bullets piercing through the container and spraying outwards.

While his men were firing, he took advantage of the moment.

Charlie, meanwhile, twisted his body and crawled toward the container door lock.

Now that the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, we must escape from the container first to have any chance of survival.

Before he could even climb to the doorway, another hail of bullets came flying.

Tap tap tap....

The sound of gunfire echoed through the slums of this container area.

All the undocumented workers living in the area huddled on the ground, trembling, praying that the gunfight would end soon.

finally.

Charlie was unable to climb out, and he and his four men were all left inside the rusty container.

...

Not far away.

Bai Chen stood up from the ground, wiped the blood off his face, his heart still pounding.

During the gunfight just now, a bullet grazed his face and almost hit his head.

"Phew~"

Bai Chen took a deep breath and looked around.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it the lingering smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood.

It was quiet all around.

No one dared to come out and watch the commotion in the entire container slum area, so it became unusually quiet after the gunfight ended.

He didn't intend to go forward to check the enemy's body. What if the enemy wasn't completely dead, or launched a counterattack before dying? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

And so.

Bai Chen used the Sixty-Four Forms of Free and Easy Body Movement and left silently under the cover of darkness.

With this incident, this container slum community, and even the entire West City area, is no longer safe to stay in.

.....

The next day is dawn.

The undocumented workers in the container communities of the slums still wake up in fear.

When they passed by the area where the gunshots had been heard yesterday, they couldn't help but look over.

The container marked number 52 was riddled with bullet holes.

The smell of gunpowder has dissipated.

The stench of blood permeated the surroundings, and bright red blood flowed down the bottom of the container, forming a small red groove.

Holy crap!

A passing black worker's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"

Before long, more undocumented workers passed by and were shocked by the scene.

Some of the illegal workers even considered quitting, no longer wanting to stay in this "free country" where gunfights were a daily occurrence.

The incident only ended completely when the area's management personnel arrived and dispersed the group of unlicensed workers who had come to watch the commotion.

It's worth mentioning that the so-called managers are not Lighthouse officers, but members of the New Mexico Bloods.

As is widely known, there is no government in the slums of the United States, or rather, the gangs are the government that manages them.

.....

Let's not even mention the container community in the slums of Xicheng District.

Here.

Bai Chen did not leave the West District directly, but went to the weapon shop.

He was almost out of submachine gun ammunition and wanted to buy some more grenades and other supplies.

It's the same weapon shop as before, and the prices are still outrageous.

Ten portable grenades and three hundred rounds of ammunition cost a full thousand dollars, several times the normal market price.

However, Bai Chen is now wealthy and doesn't care about the price difference, as long as he can buy genuine products.

After replenishing ammunition.

Bai Chen turned around and went back to Chinatown.

Before leaving Xicheng District, he had one more thing to do: find a way to send some money back to China.

He couldn't trust underground banks anymore, so he had to think of other solutions.

So he decided to go find Master Yang in Chinatown, the owner of the Yang's Health Center where he had previously received treatment.