Returning to the warehouse.

Di Zouse was also dragged over; his pant legs were stained completely red. Whether from excessive blood loss or another cause, the face of this notorious butcher was deathly pale.

It had only been about ten minutes since they left the warehouse.

"Creak..."

As the warehouse door opened, sunlight poured in, dust flying through the air. Xia Chuchen leaned against the corner, barely breathing, his fingers severed, forming a pool of blood beneath him.

"He's not dead, he's still alive."

Cai Jian hurriedly declared, perhaps aware that his fate was now intertwined with that of his former brother.

"Any tools to stop the bleeding?"

"Yes, in my room."

Two men held Cai Jian and fetched gauze and antiseptic.

"For my uncle as well..."

Cai Jian wasn't thinking only of himself; he hadn't forgotten about Di Zouse, who was also losing blood rapidly.

But no one heeded his request.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

The chains were shattered by bullets, erupting in a blinding flash of light.

The men skillfully treated the wounds of the unconscious Xia Chuchen.

As for Cai Jian, he could only stand there foolishly, awaiting the judgment of fate.

Di Zouse lay on the ground, his eyes glazed over, unsure if he was nearly unconscious or deep in thought.

"Where's the finger?"

Based on the wounds and bloodstains, it was easy to determine the time of the injury. If sewing could be done in time before the tissue necrosis, it might not be impossible to save it.

Cai Jian hesitated but dared not withhold it; trembling, he pulled the little finger from his pocket.

The severed finger was still bloody as he nervously handed it over.

The man beside him was about to take it.

"Bang!"

In the interplay of light and shadow, a cruel ray shot through.

The man's raised arm exploded dramatically, the scattered blood and flesh obscuring Cai Jian's face, blinding his view.

All the men suddenly turned their eyes to the warehouse door.

In the light, figures emerged outside the warehouse, and at the same time, a rapid torrent of gunfire erupted.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Cai Jian blindly wiped his face and could no longer contain himself, screaming in terror.

But no one had the energy to pay attention to him.

Inside and outside the warehouse.

Two groups suddenly broke into a fierce gunfight.

"Thunk, thunk, thunk..."

Something like a stone was thrown in from outside, bouncing and rolling on the ground.

Fortunately not yet injured, Cai Jian instinctively ducked, still inexperienced with the world, while everyone else leapt aside, including Di Zouse with his broken leg, who suddenly found the strength to roll desperately to safety, while he stood there frozen.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion soon erupted in the enclosed warehouse, sending Cai Jian flying with the blast wave. When the blaze faded, he was seen panicking on the ground, covered in blood and dirt, helplessly and desperately staring at his legs.

"My leg, my leg!!!"

Clearly visible, one of his calves had vanished, and his whole body was marred with shrapnel wounds, a more pitiful sight than even Di Zouse.

The sudden outbreak of the battle also provoked Di Zouse. He clung tightly to the ground, dodging the storm of bullets, hearing Cai Jian's wailing, but after a glance, he withdrew his gaze.

In the situation, like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to save itself, he had no spare concern for others; family ties meant nothing before death.

Moreover, since he chose this path, he must have the resolve to pay the price.

The warehouse had only one entrance, also its exit.

No escape.

Di Zouse lay flat on the ground, squinting at the warehouse entrance, the fierce gunfire acting like an anesthetic, momentarily letting him forget the pain of his injuries.

Even with his experience, the current situation left him bewildered.

The first group was understandable.

But who was the outside batch?

The two sides definitely weren't allies.

Di Zouse's mind wasn't quite keeping up, but he understood one thing clearly: the second group outside had fiercer firepower and greater numbers!

Because of the enclosed environment, it was easy to defend and hard to attack, but at the same time, the warehouse became a prison. Without external aid, total annihilation was just a matter of time.

It was indeed just as expected.

The isolated men in the warehouse fell one by one until the last man had also run out of bullets in his magazine.

As the sound of gunfire faded, the silhouettes at the warehouse door gradually became clear.

The fully armed attackers, holding their firearms, dressed in uniform field gear, entered the warehouse in orderly fashion, showing a high level of professionalism, unlike the first wave of snake-like captors.

After entering the warehouse, they moved their gun barrels around, searching for anyone still standing.

Nothing was found.

No one in the warehouse was unharmed, including the snakes and Cai Jian, the uncle-nephew duo.

"My leg..."

Cai Jian's face started to turn pale, and his heart-wrenching screams became weak moans.

"I'm not with them!"

The snake was quick to respond, raising his hands and loudly stating his position.

When faced with two evils, choose the lesser.

No matter which faction the two sides were from, the second wave clearly saw him as the lesser "threat."

The "hunters," whose faces were also covered, undoubtedly triumphed. One of them heard the snake's shout, glanced at him, but made no indication, then turned away and signaled to continue cleaning the scene, making a throat-slitting gesture.

The meaning of this gesture was obvious.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

...

The extinguished gunfire sounded again in the warehouse.

The later-arrived hunters displayed ruthless mercilessness, finishing off any surviving enemies with decisive and resolute shots, aiming to wipe out all in its path.

The strong smell of blood and terrifying gunfire roused Xia Chuchen awake once more. He opened his eyes, looking at the warehouse that had turned into a living hell, his gaze filled with confusion and dullness.

"I'm not with them, I'm the manager here, they kidnapped me..."

Even the snake, watching the merciless massacre with no survivors being spared, found his voice trembling markedly as he spoke in self-preservation, his forehead drenched in sweat.

The battlefield cleanup reached in front of him.

He tried hard to raise his head, displaying friendliness and innocence as much as possible, but what he faced was a tactical mask, and the only visible part was a pair of cold eyes.

"Help..."

A strong ominous premonition surged in the snake's heart, but before he could continue pleading, the other party straightforwardly raised the gun.

"Bang!"

A merciless bullet spun out, leaving a large bloody hole in his forehead.

The snake's expression became fixed, his whole face slowly stained by seeping blood, and the body that was straining to rise lost all support and collapsed weakly, his sinful life ended in a sinful way.

Cai Jian was stunned, his mind utterly shattered, his nerves out of control, and he began to mumble incoherently in panic.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Dragging his crippled leg, he struggled to retreat, blood continuously flowing from the fracture in his leg, leaving a horrifying trail of blood on the ground.

Terror and pity.

From a corner, Xia Chuchen witnessed this scene, feeling lost and despondent.

Not long ago, Cai Jian was still swaggering and showing off in front of him.

The entire warehouse lay strewn with bodies, cluttered and chaotic.

Other than Xia Chuchen, Cai Jian was the only one left alive.

The hunters, fully in control, watched silently as the only two living people struggled desperately to move backward, reminiscent of a predator enjoying the futile struggle of its prey in desperation.

Cai Jian was in tears, already so frightened that he lost control of his bodily functions, desperately clawing at the ground, but still moving too slowly.

A gun barrel had quietly risen.

As Cai Jian wiped his tears while crawling along.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The rapid gunfire abruptly erupted.

The bullets flew at him as if they were free.

"Aaaaah..."

Screaming mixed with cries, Cai Jian's whole body trembled, blood sprayed, and when he finally fell backward, his body was riddled with bullet holes.

The living victims were reduced to just one.

Xia Chuchen, who had sworn to take revenge personally, saw the tragic scene of Cai Jian being shot into Swiss cheese through his eyes, remaining motionless, his life or death unknown.

But it was clear.

He certainly had no chance to personally handle his enemies.

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