The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 655 - Massive Slaughter in All Directions_1

Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Massive Slaughter in All Directions_1

Chapter 655 -655: Massive Slaughter in All Directions_1

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However, after the initial chaos, the enemy seemed to quickly adjust their strategy and began to bomb from a distance.

Several helicopters were also circling in the sky, continuously shooting down with machine guns rattling.

From time to time, there were a few rocket launchers bombing, and Greg Jensen was somewhat overwhelmed, almost getting hit by the bullets each time.

“Hahaha, Barry Wolfe, no matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than my planes and cannons?”

Sam laughed loudly, his facial expression gradually becoming fierce.

Greg Jensen slightly frowned and looked up at the circling helicopters in the sky.

“I didn’t want to use that move, but since you insist on seeing it, I will satisfy your wish.”

As his words fell, Greg Jensen suddenly shouted, “Sword of Coagulated Frost, go!”

Following his words, a piercing cold light shot straight towards one of the helicopters in the sky.

Indeed, it was Greg Jensen’s Flying Sword of Coagulated Frost!

“Swoosh…”

“Boom…”

There was a loud noise, and one of the helicopters was directly split in half by the Sword of Coagulated Frost and exploded in the air.

But Greg Jensen did not stop there; he reached out towards another helicopter and pointed, and the Flying Sword of Coagulated Frost changed direction and flew towards another helicopter.

Immediately following was another loud noise; that helicopter too exploded in midair, and the powerful blast wave instantly engulfed the people below.

Greg Jensen, using the Flying Sword, continually shot down the helicopters in the air, and after resolving the aerial crisis, he turned his gaze toward Sam, who was already staring dumbfounded.

“Everyone, attack, attack!”

At this moment, Sam had already been scared out of his wits, calling out for his people to attack Greg Jensen while he himself retreated, attempting to seize the chance to escape.

But the bandit soldiers had already lost their will to fight because they could see that this man named Barry Wolfe was simply not human.

Who could slash a helicopter with a sword?

Who could split an armored vehicle in half with a single stroke?

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Yet Greg Jensen did not give them any chance to escape; holding the Twilight Snow Knife, he charged into the enemy ranks as if into a land uninhabited by others.

Under the Twilight Snow Knife, those armored vehicles and tanks were like tofu, easily cleaved into two, and nobody could withstand his presence.

In just a short moment, the men Sam brought with him were already defeated and in disarray.

Under the incessant bombardment, the area had turned into ruins.

Greg Jensen stood like a god of war, holding the Twilight Snow Knife, standing proudly, without having sustained any damage.

Sam got into a jeep, urging his subordinates to hurry up and drive away.

The biggest mistake of his life was to provoke this Chinese Magician named Barry Wolfe.

Had he thought that with so many men and such heavy firepower, killing one person would be as simple as crushing an ant?

But who could have expected such an outcome?

“Thinking of running now? Isn’t it a bit too late?”

However, before Sam’s car could start, Greg Jensen’s figure flashed, directly blocking the jeep’s path.

“Devil, devil…”

Sam panicked and pulled out a pistol, shooting at Greg Jensen repeatedly.

At this moment, he had been completely terrorized, to the point of even forgetting that the pistol could not inflict any harm on Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen casually tilted his head and dodged the bullet shot at him before smashing his fist into the car’s window with ease.

The high-strength bulletproof glass was shattered to pieces by his punch, and Greg Jensen grabbed Sam by the collar and yanked him out from inside.

“Ah… don’t kill me, please… don’t kill me,” Sam pleaded desperately, disregarding the cuts on his face from the shards of glass.

The battle was closely monitored by all parties, and when they saw General Sam kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, everyone was dumbstruck.

To think that this was a lord who ruled over his own territory, a powerful warlord who usually had others kneeling before him asking for mercy—when had they ever seen him in such a state?

“If you spare me, I’m willing to give you all my wealth, all of it, just don’t kill me,” Sam pleaded with his head knocking against the floor, his voice trembling.

Even a warlord who commanded his own area feared death.

“Oh? It depends on how many good things you have,” Greg Jensen said with a meaningful smile upon hearing this.

In order to save his own life, Sam had no choice but to lead Greg Jensen to his headquarters and open his treasure vault.

Upon seeing the contents of the treasure vault, Greg Jensen nodded in satisfaction.

It had to be said that the family wealth of a big warlord was very substantial; the items in this treasure vault alone were several times more than all the gains Greg Jensen had made in the previous few days.

If only he could plunder a few more warlords like this one, that would be great.

Greg Jensen made no ceremony in packing up and taking away the items in the warlord’s treasure vault, with the more valuable ones going straight into his Storage Ring.

Sam stood by the whole time, not understanding how those items simply disappeared into thin air.

The reason Greg Jensen did this in front of him was that in Greg Jensen’s eyes, General Sam was already a dead man.

Before leaving, Greg Jensen casually broke Sam’s neck, feeling that this utterly despicable scum didn’t deserve to live in this world.

Seeing their general dead, Sam’s subordinates were all stunned, dropping to their knees before Greg Jensen.

Only the strong could conquer them.

It didn’t matter that Sam was dead; now Greg Jensen was the godlike figure in their hearts.

But to Greg Jensen, these ant-like beings weren’t even worth a second glance; killing them would dirty his hands.

He strode out of Sam’s headquarters, considering the act to be nothing more than a trivial matter.

What he didn’t know was that his every move was under the surveillance of various major powers.

When the other warlords learned that Sam had been killed by a Chinese magician named Barry Wolfe, they were scared out of their wits; every single one of them in Red Alliance City felt insecure, fearing they might be the next to die.

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Elsewhere, in a conference room, a few Chinese-faced men huddled together in silence, time seeming to freeze in the muted space.

After a long while, one of them spoke, “Impressive, I had no idea we had such a master in China.”

“Mr. Qin, if we could employ this person, then we could firmly establish our footing in Red Alliance City,” another person said.

“Hmph, do you think such a figure is someone who can be subordinated to others?”

The elder called Mr. Qin scoffed, then suddenly came up with an idea.

“Although he can’t be employed by us, don’t forget, he’s a Chinese magician.

If we seek his help, he should assist us. If he’s willing, we can take over Sam’s forces!”

“Right, right, that’s a good plan. We shouldn’t delay, let’s go find him now…”

These were the pro-Chinese forces of Helghan, and once the top brass had finished their discussion, they prepared a large amount of treasures, intending to request Greg Jensen’s help.

Whether it would work out, they had no certainty in their hearts.