Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

158: Sweep up that pile of broken wood!An Yang was hiding behind a rock, rifle raised, eager to act.

”Are you out of your mind?”

Zhang Ze roared in the team channel.

”Is that rifle of yours a glorified stick? Are you trying to exchange fire with a heavy machine gun? Do you think you have too many lives?”

An Yang shrank his neck back after being scolded and dared not make another sound.

Chen Hu calmly replaced a magazine and spoke quickly.

”It’s an MG3 General Purpose Machine Gun. High rate of fire, strong penetration. The trees won’t protect us in our current position. We must move.”

”Move my ass.”

Zhang Ze had a new idea.

”Hey! You guys in the vehicle, can you hear me?”

The heavy machine gun’s sweeping fire paused briefly.

The gunner and his accomplice next to him exchanged glances, clearly baffled by this maneuver.

”Your boss, Black Snake, has already fled in a helicopter!”

”It’s true, I saw it with my own eyes! It was so impressive! The propeller was huge!”

”He left the few of you here to die. What for? Did you get paid this month? Did you get overtime?”

The men in the pickup truck were visibly stunned.

One of the guys subconsciously picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed it a few times, but only static could be heard.

”Brother Snake ran away?”

”Impossible! Brother Snake told us to hold out for ten minutes!”

”But... we really can’t connect on the walkie-talkie!”

Seeing this, Zhang Ze continued to press the attack.

”Stop pressing it! I blew up your communications base station! Now the entire compound is filled with my people!”

”Think about it, if your boss had something so good, why would he leave it for you? Wouldn’t it be better for him to just run away himself?”

”Surrender now, and I guarantee you’ll get a prison meal with four dishes and a soup! Resist to the end, and that banana grove ahead will be your new home!”

”You’re asking for death!”

The machine gunner was provoked into a rage, feeling both his intelligence and loyalty had been insulted.

”Fire at him! Turn him into meat paste!”

”Da da da da da!”

An even more furious torrent of bullets poured toward the large tree where Zhang Ze was hiding.

Wood chips flew everywhere as the trunk was riddled with holes, and several bullets even penetrated the wood, whizzing past Zhang Ze’s scalp.

”Holy crap! That’s dishonorable!”

Zhang Ze quickly pulled his head back.

The Streamer’s audience was already roaring with laughter.

[Hahahaha! The Streamer is specializing in physical surrender negotiation!]

[The opponent is already overheating! Their CPU is frying!]

[Master of psychological warfare! I dub you the Zhuge Liang of Northern Myanmar!]

”Boss, they are disorganized.”

Chen Hu’s voice sounded at the perfect moment.

”Hit them!”

Zhang Ze issued the attack command.

He no longer needed to use Eagle Eye Vision to lock onto the target.

”An Yang, suppress their fire, don’t let them show their heads!”

”Roger that!”

An Yang yelled excitedly and unleashed a fierce burst of suppressive fire toward the pickup truck.

At the same time, Zhang Ze once again pulled the small metal box from his pocket.

With a thought.

Over a dozen pitch-black mechanical wasps flew out silently, hugging the ground, bypassing the frontal hail of bullets, and rapidly approaching the pickup truck from the side grass.

The machine gunner was still sweeping wildly, trying to vent his rage through overwhelming firepower.

Suddenly.

He felt something sting his wrist.

Next, it was his neck.

A fierce wave of paralysis instantly spread through his body. The machine gun in his hands tilted, and all the bullets flew harmlessly into the sky.

”Ugh...”

He opened his mouth, unable to say anything, and his body went limp, causing him to tumble directly off the truck bed.

The assistant beside him was dumbfounded.

”What’s wrong with you? Hey!”

Just as he reached out to help, he felt a slight sting on his temple.

Then, he followed in his companion’s footsteps.

The driver in the cab was scared out of his wits by this sight.

What kind of sorcery was this?

Without thinking, he immediately shifted gears, slammed the accelerator, and tried to turn around and escape.

”Trying to run?”

Chen Hu’s figure flashed out from the side jungle.

The driver was shot in the head.

The entire battlefield instantly fell silent.

From the start of the fight to the end, less than three minutes had passed.

An Yang stood up from behind the rock, staring wide-eyed at everything.

”And that’s... it?”

He rushed over, kicked open the door, and dragged the driver out.

Zhang Ze and Chen Hu also walked over.

”Brother Ze, this gadget of yours is too overpowered, isn’t it?” An Yang looked at the small metal box in Zhang Ze’s hand, his face full of envy.

”Like I said, it’s core company technology. Classified.”

Zhang Ze put the box away without changing his expression.

He walked up to the pickup truck and patted the hood.

”Not bad, German engineering. Even though it crashed, it still runs.”

He opened the door, got into the driver’s seat, and skillfully started the ignition.

With a roar, the pickup truck actually started up again.

”An Yang, secure that machine gun. We might need it.”

”Chen Hu, get in!”

An Yang excitedly jumped onto the truck bed and fiddled with the heavy machine gun.

Chen Hu opened the passenger door and sat down.

Zhang Ze floored the accelerator.

The pickup truck carried the three men along the muddy trail, continuing the pursuit deeper into the jungle.

Zhang Ze kept the pedal to the metal. This rugged old German vehicle lived up to expectations; aside from the steering wheel shaking violently enough to fly off and the body bouncing like it was clubbing, everything else was fine.

At least it was still moving.

”Brother Ze! Awesome! This is so awesome!”

An Yang’s excited shouts came from the truck bed. He was lying behind the MG3 General Purpose Machine Gun, feeling the cold touch of the steel beast, and he felt like he was about to ascend.

”There’s a banana tree ahead that’s growing a bit crooked, ruining the scenery. Let me straighten it out!”

Zhang Ze was speechless.

”Settle down! The bullets for that thing are much more valuable than your IQ! Use them sparingly!”

Chen Hu sat in the passenger seat, silent, merely checking the rifle in his hands, then retrieving two spare magazines from under the front seat and tucking them into his tactical vest.

Talking was pointless; action was proof.

Zhang Ze glanced at the flashing ”LIVE” icon in the upper left corner of his vision, and at the same time, looked at the rapidly scrolling comments.

[Streamer, with your driving skills, the God of Mount Akina would have to light your cigarette for you!]

[The guy in the back has merged with his big baby. Look at that intoxicated expression!]

[Streamer: My unfortunate brother and his dream gun.]

[That car ahead is driving so fast! Can the Streamer catch up? Send a rocket to fuel the pickup!]

A roadblock hastily constructed from several logs suddenly appeared around the corner ahead.

Two armed men were standing behind the roadblock. Seeing the frantic pickup truck charging toward them, they were terrified and immediately tried to turn and run.

”Boss, roadblock, two people.” Chen Hu’s warning was brief and efficient.

”An Yang! Time for your show!” Zhang Ze shouted, ”Sweep away that pile of broken wood for me!”

”You got it! Watch this!”