Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang was seen holding the gun with both hands, constantly changing positions. Every time he pulled the trigger, a member of the Daochuan group fell down.

Chu Yiren took advantage of the military night vision goggles and used the cover of the corridor in the dark to calmly aim and shoot. Her eyes were firm and cold, and the MK18 assault rifle in her hand became the messenger of death.

But the fierce gunshots quickly echoed and spread in the Daochuan Group building, undoubtedly sounding the clarion call and would soon attract more Daochuan Group members.

The members of the Daochuan Group were like ants in a disturbed ant nest, swarming towards this place from all directions. The sounds of footsteps and shouts intertwined together, plunging the entire building into a deeper vortex of chaos and killing.

However, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren were not afraid at all. Their eyes revealed fearlessness and determination, and they were ready to face the even more violent storm that was coming.

At this time, the chaebol couple had only one belief in their hearts, and that was to completely bury the Michikawa Group in this endless darkness.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang..."

"Da da da……"

Soon, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren, who were outnumbered, rushed to the second floor of the Daochuan Group building with guns. The bodies of the Daochuan Group members were lying on the stairs.

Although the Daochuan group has a large number of members, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren work together seamlessly.

Lin Lang's shooting skills were extremely accurate, and every shot took out an enemy; Chu Yiren used flexible movements and constantly changed shooting angles to disrupt the enemy's formation.

After a fierce battle, the Daochuan group members who rushed downstairs first fell one after another under the guns of Lin Lang and Chu Yiren, becoming the dead souls under the guns of the Xia country chaebol couple.

The night air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Inside the Daochuan Group's headquarters building, the lights of the rechargeable emergency lights were dim and flickering. Lin Lang and Chu Yiren were like ghosts in the night, shuttling among the Daochuan Group's gang members.

Lin Lang, holding two guns, was agile and dodged the enemy's attack by leaning sideways. Bullets poured out like heavy rain, clearing a bloody path in the chaos.

Chu Yiren followed closely behind, the assault rifle in her hand accurate and deadly, her movements swift and decisive, like a goddess of vengeance.

The members of the Michikawa Group fought back frantically with guns, but under the gunfire of the chaebol couple, the resistance of these small-time evil forces seemed so powerless.

For a moment, the bodies of the Daochuan group members fell all over the place, and blood spread on the ground.

At this moment, Yingting and Chuan finally got the news.

A younger brother hurried into the room where Yingting and Chuan were, and shouted in shock outside the Japanese sliding door: "Boss, it's bad, boss!"

"Two mysterious intruders broke into our Daochuan Group building with guns. Our brothers suffered heavy casualties. They have already reached the second floor and are heading all the way to the top floor where you, the boss, are!"

Yingting Hechuan, who was sleeping with a beautiful masseuse in his arms, suddenly lost all his sleepiness when he heard the voice. He pushed open the Japanese sliding wooden door and shouted angrily, "Bakayaloo!"

"Who on earth is so bold as to break into the Daochuan Group headquarters building with guns? Are they tired of living?"

Veins bulged on Yingting and Chuan's faces as they roared angrily, scaring the beautiful masseuse next to them so much that she trembled while holding the quilt.

The younger brother who reported the news wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said weakly with a bitter face: "Boss, the power system of the entire building has been destroyed. Currently, only emergency lights can be used for lighting."

"Our people were constantly being killed and wounded, fierce gunfire continued to ring out downstairs, and we had no idea who was coming."

"But Boss, we are sure that the people who are slaughtering the Daochuan Group must be assassins or mercenaries who have received professional military training. They are very professional in street fighting. Our brothers can't resist their strong attack at all."

Yingting and Chuan were furious after hearing this and shouted fiercely: "Baka!"

"You are just trying to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige. There are hundreds of brothers in the Daochuan Group's headquarters building. Can't you kill two invaders?"

Yingting and Chuan angrily picked up their guns and ordered angrily, "Gather all the people in the Daochuan Group headquarters building immediately and shoot all the mysterious invaders into sieves."

"Yes, boss." The younger brother who reported the news hurriedly did as he was told.

While the Daochuan Group members in the building gathered urgently and headed to the ammunition depot to collect weapons and guns, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren killed their way up. Wherever they passed, there were corpses of Daochuan Group members and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The chaebol couple took turns covering each other and leaping forward with guns in the street fight, advancing steadily under the dim emergency lights, each step taking them on the brink of death.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gun in Lin Lang's hand spewed out deadly flames. He charged forward, and his precise shooting skills made sure every bullet found its target.

Lin Lang's eyes were cold and focused, as if he was the god of death from hell. His movements were swift and decisive. With the cover of the wall, he quickly flashed into the next bunker, while continuously firing the gun in his hand to clear a path for Chu Yiren.

Chu Yiren followed closely behind, the assault rifle in her hand was equally deadly. She leaned forward from time to time to deal with the enemies on Lin Lang's flank. Her movements were clean and neat, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

Lin Lang used the Mozambique shooting method in the gun battle. His attack method was very sharp. He shot two shots in the chest and one in the head. Even gods would shake their heads when seeing it.

Brother Lang's shooting is accurate to the point of paying attention to every detail, and his action of changing magazines is smooth and fluid.

It has to be said that Lin Lang, who possesses the maximum level [Gun Master Mastery] skill, can kill the world's land combat kings with his gun skills in seconds.

In a blink of an eye, the tycoon couple, who were willing to kill anyone who stood in their way, arrived at a corner.

Lin Lang signaled Chu Yiren with his eyes to prepare to change the magazine. He turned around abruptly, protected Chu Yiren with his body, and continued shooting with the gun in his hand to buy time for her.

Chu Yiren quickly pulled out the magazine and replaced it with a new one. With a "click", the bullet was loaded. Then she turned sideways and switched positions with Lin Lang, taking over Lin Lang's fire suppression so that Lin Lang could change bullets.

At this time, the members of the Daochuan Group who were engaged in a gunfight with guns seemed to realize how powerful these two people were and began to frantically concentrate their firepower to counterattack.

Bullets rained down from all directions, hitting the walls and creating sparks.

Lin Lang and Chu Yiren were not afraid at all. They used the debris in the corridor as cover, moved around skillfully, and engaged in fierce street fighting with the enemy.

Chu Yiren saw a stronghold ahead where enemy firepower was concentrated, and she used her fingers to gesture with grenades to attack.

Lin Lang understood instantly, quickly took out a grenade from his waist and handed it to Chu Yiren.

After Chu Yiren took the grenade, he pulled the safety pin and, relying on his experience in special agent combat training and accurate judgment, threw it towards the blind spot of the enemy's stronghold.

With a loud "boom", the stronghold of the Daochuan group members was instantly shrouded in smoke and flames, and cries and screams were heard everywhere.

Taking advantage of the enemy's chaos, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren launched another charge. Their figures shuttled through the hail of bullets and approached the top floor step by step. The flame of revenge burned more and more fiercely in their hearts.

And the killing spree in the Daochuan Group’s headquarters building is far from over.

Yingting Hechuan was seen holding an AK47 assault rifle and rushing downstairs with dozens of armed Daochuanhui members. When he saw the bodies of his men all over the ground, he roared and fired at Lin Lang's direction with his gun.

"Da da da……"

Lin Lang protected Chu Yiren and used the corner of the stairs as a cover. He used gestures to order Chu Yiren not to act rashly. Chu Yiren was warmed by Lin Lang's domineering actions to protect his wife, and her heart was filled with love that could not be concealed.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang changed to a PP2000 micro submachine gun, equipped with a 44-round long magazine and loaded with 7N21 ammunition with strong armor-piercing ability.

"Bagayalu, beat the invaders into a hive of fire for me, brothers, come on!"

Yingting and Chuan roared an order, and the Daochuan group swarmed down, firing wildly at the bottom of the stairs, suppressing the attack with firepower.

Chu Yiren found the right moment and threw a grenade. As the explosion resounded throughout the corridor, the enemies were blown to pieces, some dead and some wounded. The street fighting was brutal.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Lang suddenly rolled out from the corridor like a ghost, holding the deadly submachine gun tightly in both hands, and poured out his anger for revenge upwards. The corridor was suddenly filled with the sound of fierce gunfire.

The Daochuan group members in the front row were unable to dodge and fell to the ground screaming and died under Lin Lang's accurate and swift shooting. The warm blood flowed slowly along the stairs, instantly dyeing the killing ground red.

However, Yingting Hechuan was also a ruthless man. His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and his hands held the AK47 assault rifle firmly. Although the younger brothers around him kept falling, he relied on his own large numbers and not only had no intention of retreating, but instead fired more and more frantically in the direction of Lin Lang.

Dense bullets flew towards Lin Lang like raindrops, splashing sparks and debris on the walls around him.

"Bagayalu, go to hell!"