"Did you bring a gun?" Lin Mu slowed down the car once more and asked Man Luo.

Man Luo nodded, "Yes, I did."

For Man Luo, as a female assassin, her marksmanship is actually more threatening than her martial arts skills. Handguns are usually never far from Man Luo, given her special status, she’s always very vigilant, and generally never without a gun.

"Alright then, later, be careful and don’t get out of the car. You just need to act from inside the car." Lin Mu said.

Lin Mu was quite concerned about Man Luo. Although Man Luo’s martial arts were very strong, their opponents, the Iron Blood Corps, were not weak either. That’s why Lin Mu instructed Man Luo to stay in the car, making it easier to protect her safety. Man Luo nodded without objection. She also understood that Lin Mu had already made a clear judgment. In this situation, she could only obediently cooperate with this powerful man, or else danger would soon arrive.

Lin Mu’s speed slowed further, dropping below twenty mph, and the cars behind also noticeably reduced their speed, seemingly undeterred by anything, just leisurely following them. Of course, they knew they’d already been discovered by Lin Mu.

Suddenly, the cars behind turned on their high beams, a blinding light reflected in through the rearview mirror. Lin Mu chuckled; obviously, the other side knew they were exposed, so there was no need to hide anymore—they were about to act!

In the next moment, three cars from behind surged forward, pinning Lin Mu’s car to the roadside. Lin Mu didn’t rush to flee; if the enemy pursued recklessly, it could ruin his luxury car, which wasn’t his priority. They wouldn’t be able to make it to Zhengzhou. So, Lin Mu quickly stopped the car, opened the door, and with a swift movement, his shadow darted past, rushing towards the opponent’s car window.

The opponent’s car window had a guy reaching out with a gun, about to shoot, when suddenly he felt a strong restraint at his wrist. The guy couldn’t help but cry out in pain; the pistol fell off, and Lin Mu deftly reached out, and the gun naturally fell into his hand.

Lin Mu knew very well that the opponents definitely had guns, and not just one, because as professional assassins, without guns it would seem too amateur. So Lin Mu had to snatch a gun to counter them.

Bang bang bang, the doors of the other two cars suddenly opened, and without a word, they shot at Lin Mu. Lin Mu rolled to the ground, a volley of bullets fell where he had just stood, then he quickly returned fire, and with another roll, he moved from the front hood to the other side.

With more people and guns on their side, the opponents didn’t give Lin Mu any time to think. Dense bullets rained down like a storm, aiming at him. Of course, Lin Mu didn’t want to be shot like a sieve; handling one gun against ten is extremely difficult, especially since there’s no cover on the road, only a car in front to hide behind, and nowhere else to go. The situation was very tough.

But in this precarious moment, the enemy suddenly threw themselves into disorder; a few of them were shot in the head and fell to the ground. Upon careful inspection, the bullets came from the side; the shooter was Man Luo. Her marksmanship was impressive, no wonder she’s the leader of the Women’s Assassin Squad—accurate shooting, fierce strikes.

At the crucial moment, Man Luo displayed the demeanor of a heroic woman! Two consecutive shots, every bullet hit its mark; two guys fell upon being hit, while the rest quickly found cover, retaliating by shooting at Man Luo. Man Luo swiftly flipped over and hid behind the car.

Seeing this, Lin Mu found it a great opportunity to strike, quickly popping out, and shooting at the others. After all, Lin Mu is the Wolf Fang Special Forces King of the North African Grassland. Not only are his combat skills outstanding, but his marksmanship is also top-notch. He can skillfully handle heavy weapons like machine guns and sniper rifles, and his precision with a handgun is equally exceptional.

Bang bang bang, Lin Mu fired three shots at the opponents, each bullet flying towards its target. One guy immediately fell dead in a pool of blood, while the other two hid behind the car, bullets narrowly missing them, their faces turning pale with fear.

Of course, these people weren’t ordinary thugs; they were specially trained at a special forces level, with plenty of gun battle experience. Naturally, they wouldn’t let Lin Mu turn them into target practice, so after one was killed, the rest quickly retreated behind the car. Lin Mu and Man Luo joined forces to strike, and their opponents fired back, engaging in intense crossfire. The gunfire was relentless, but the bullets hit the car, creating terrifying sparks in the dark air.

The gun battle lasted about five minutes, with Lin Mu’s bullets already spent, and the bullets in Man Luo’s gun exhausted too.

At this moment, Lin Mu and Man Luo were behind the cover of two cars, separated by about two meters, with the enemy’s other two cars behind them.

Lin Mu and Man Luo were positioned at the car’s front end, able to see each other, and with some tacit understanding developed, they exchanged a glance, understanding the situation—both of them were out of bullets.

Man Luo furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Lin Mu, "What do we do?"

"No worries, we’re out of bullets, but they’re probably running low too." Lin Mu, unconcerned, smiled at Man Luo.

Man Luo looked at Lin Mu—this guy could still crack a smile in such a moment. Even if their opponents were out of bullets, a few stray ones could still kill!

"Even a few bullets can kill someone, right?" Man Luo reminded Lin Mu.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they run out." Lin Mu chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Man Luo asked, puzzled.

Lin Mu didn’t respond further; he simply smiled and then sprang into action. Bang bang bang, the opponents started shooting at Lin Mu again. However, Lin Mu’s speed was extraordinarily fast, making it impossible to lock onto his precise location. Their shots could only be random at best. Of course, not shooting when they see someone is irrational since it’s normal human logic.

So after firing several rounds, these opponents wasted quite a bit of ammo but didn’t hit Lin Mu one bit, whereas Lin Mu continued to move between the cars, his movements swift as lightning—his purpose merely to entice them into shooting. Poor Lin Mu was baiting them with his own body, but Lin Mu had the confidence because he was extraordinarily skilled. Even if a bullet seemed to be hitting him, he had ways to dodge. As the Wolf Fang Soldier King of the North African Grassland, he had that kind of self-assuredness!

Evidently, the assassins didn’t think much of it either, decisively continuing to shoot at Lin Mu, the gunshots constant. The result was not a single hit on Lin Mu, and they soon realized a problem—their bullets were running out fast.