Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Old Qin saw this and shut the door of the armored RV.

Bang!

Seeing Third Uncle and Ant like this, he couldn’t help but become interested too.

For them, at such a close distance, the speed of killing enemies with guns or hands was about the same; besides, these people didn’t have firearms.

Without firearms, it was basically impossible to hurt them.

Even if there were firearms, they could quickly dodge and retaliate anytime.

People like Third Uncle and Old Qin had handguns hidden in their boots and covered at their waists.

”You, all of you, damn, brothers, go!” White-haired Brother saw his cousin Xiao Fang dead before him, eyes filled with rage, and shouted angrily at his underlings.

Hundreds of his underlings immediately raised their weapons and charged at the three.

The three remained in their original posture, not looking at the hundreds charging at them.

As if these people really were no more than flies as they had said.

Seeing themselves so disregarded, a wave of indignation overcame the crowd, and they charged angrily.

Soon, they were less than two meters away.

”Ant, how’ve you been lately?” Third Uncle said to Ant.

Just then, two people rushed in front of Third Uncle, their knives poised to strike his head. Third Uncle moved slightly, dodging, then grabbed the arm of one person with his right hand, using his momentum to swing the knife towards the other person’s head.

Thud!

Immediately, Third Uncle took the knife from the man’s hand and slashed it across his neck.

In an instant, two lives were taken by Third Uncle.

Ant didn’t stop either. He stepped forward, bent his body, and punched a knife-wielding assailant in the chest.

Crunch!

The person staggered back five or six steps, colliding with several people, and his chest visibly sank in a bowl-sized, nearly 10-centimeter dent.

With great force, one punch caused the man to cough up blood and fall, gasping for breath.

Hiss~

The surrounding underlings gasped at the scene.

Such terror.

”Just the usual, Xiao Hei and I move around every now and then. Captain, I’ll follow you later.” Ant slowly stood up and said.

The underlings nearby saw him stand and retreated a few steps.

Elsewhere.

Old Qin drew a dagger out from his thigh and darted among the crowd like a swimming dragon, moving so fast he was a mere blur.

Each stab resulted in a death.

The targets were vital spots: heart, neck...

Soon, six or seven people fell scattered beside him.

Old Qin, the furthest from Ant, called out, ”Good stuff, I’m telling you, once you join, you’ll know with the Captain.”

The two Third Uncle just killed were merely an appetizer for him, a warm-up.

He launched forward like a fierce tiger into the crowd.

Moving swiftly, Third Uncle’s gestures were fluid.

Fists, palms, using the enemy’s knife and strength.

Elbow striking neck, direct thrust to heart...

At times like a hawk upon a hare, at others like a tiger tearing a lamb.

As still as a mountain, as swift as a rabbit.

Almost every strike took a life.

It defined brutish elegance.

Third Uncle’s movements were extremely smooth, and in less than ten seconds, more than twenty fell.

He slashed White-haired Brother’s neck, then chuckled to Ant, ”Ant, you’re slowing down quite a bit, huh.”

Triggered by this, Ant saw that Third Uncle and Old Qin had already killed over twenty each, while he had barely managed ten.

With a bit of a serious expression, his speed increased, and the knife in his hand moved so fast it left trails.

The three were like elderly folks from the pre-doomsday era killing time under the neighborhood pavilion while gossiping.

Soon, they exterminated the hundred.

Bodies littered the ground.

It took less than 25 seconds, averaging less than a second per kill.

They used lethal skills, aimed for fatal outcomes, ensuring that once they attacked, survival was nearly impossible.

Third Uncle glanced at the distant cars, his gaze sharp like a demon.

Those cars had followed them along the way.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey, White-haired Brother was the chicken.

In those cars.

Silence reigned.

A long moment passed before someone stammered, ”Are... are... are they even human?”

”Go, go, go, these are killers, leave now!” shouted a man in the passenger seat, eyes wide, realizing after meeting Third Uncle’s gaze, quickly urging the driver to depart.

He trembled like a sieve, terrified beyond words.

Terrifying. They killed over a hundred without firearms in such a short period.

He had never seen such a scene, utterly terrifying.

Not just him, even the driver was too scared to start the car.

The more anxious, the harder it was to start.

Seeing Third Uncle still watching them, the passenger slapped the driver, shouting, ”Damn it, get moving. If we don’t leave now, we’ll be left here. These are murder gods.

What a sin, why did Brother Dong make me come here? Had I known the stalked were like this, I’d never have come.”