Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 202 Hunting Mercenaries

The team leader frowned, his eyes fixed on the closed door of the living room in front of him, his mind still thinking rapidly.

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from the living room, with a hint of mockery.

"What? The famous red Siamese cat, that's it?"

The voice was light, but it seemed to carry a provocation that made people furious.

The team leader's expression suddenly darkened, and the veins on his face throbbed faintly.

He gritted his teeth, raised his rifle, and shouted, "Go, fire freely!"

After saying that, he rushed into the living room first, squeezed the trigger with his finger, and instantly swept the entire area with gunfire.

The mercenaries who followed closely behind also entered the living room without hesitation, began to stand guard, and opened fire at possible targets.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the living room, and bullets rained down on the furniture, walls, and floor, splashing up wood chips and gravel. The entire room was instantly engulfed in fire.

However, when the last bullet was fired, the room became eerily quiet.

The team leader glanced at the living room and found it was empty. Apart from the furniture that was riddled with holes, there was not even a single person in sight.

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Who is it? Come out!"

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and there was deathly silence all around.

At this moment, another voice sounded, this time, the tone was filled with cold sarcasm, like an invisible knife stabbing into the leader's chest.

"The quality of today's mercenaries is truly worrying. They're easily defeated."

The sound came from the other side of the room, and all the mercenaries instantly turned their guns and pointed them at the source of the sound.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if a fierce gunfight would break out again in the next second.

I saw a man slowly walking out from behind a load-bearing stone pillar.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, his movements were calm and slow, and in his right hand he held an old but majestic Remington 1875 revolver, with the muzzle pointing straight at the ground.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes swept coldly over the mercenaries in the room, as if he didn't take this group of fully armed professional killers seriously at all.

"Chen Shuo..."

The team leader whispered the name, his pupils slightly contracted, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

He stared at the man in front of him, who was described in intelligence materials as an "ordinary coffee shop manager," and suddenly realized that he had underestimated this man.

Chen Shuo leaned against a pillar, casually swung the Remington in his hand, and said coldly: "It seems that you were not on guard against me, but you managed to knock Maori Kogoro unconscious. Your preparations... are nothing more than that."

When the team leader heard this, his expression changed slightly.

What he was most worried about was gradually becoming a reality, an accident happened!

"who are you?"

The leader narrowed his eyes, his voice low and alert, his finger on the trigger, ready for the next round of confrontation.

Hearing the leader's question, he sneered softly, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Me? Chen Shuo, most of the time I'm just an ordinary person who runs a coffee shop. But..."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a murderous smile, "Some people also call me... Wuchen."

"Wuchen?"

As soon as these two words were spoken, the mercenaries who had been keeping calm suddenly had their pupils shrink and their faces changed drastically.

In the underground world, the name "Wu Chen" is a nightmare.

"He is... Wuchen?" A mercenary murmured in a low voice, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

"This is impossible! There's no mention of him in the intelligence!" Another mercenary had cold sweat on his forehead.

Although they had never seen "Wu Chen", this name was like a fear engraved in their bones. Every time they heard it, it was as if a cold blade was cutting across their neck.

"A very bad fortune..."

The mercenaries' faces gradually became filled with anxiety and fear. They knew that the mission target was wrong, or more accurately, they shouldn't have accepted this mission in the first place.

However, fear can sometimes be a catalyst for desperation.

As mercenaries who had crawled out of a pile of corpses, they could not accept being scared off by a name.

After a moment's hesitation, several mercenaries raised their guns reflexively.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Six gunshots rang out almost instantly, echoing throughout the living room.

Then there were six heavy sounds of people falling to the ground. The six mercenaries holding guns were hit in the vitals by precise bullets before they could even pull the trigger, and fell directly to the ground.

Chen Shuo still stood there, with a wisp of smoke coming out of the Remington 1875 in his hand.

His eyes were cold, as if the precise and swift kill just now was just a casual act.

"Shoot! Kill him!" The team leader finally recovered from his shock and roared the order to shoot.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire, and bullets poured towards Chen Shuo like a torrential rain, and sparks flew all over the stone pillars and walls in an instant.

However, when the smoke cleared slightly, everyone was stunned. Chen Shuo had disappeared.

"Where is the person?" the team leader shouted loudly, looking around but couldn't find the target.

The mercenaries also looked around, and the muzzles of their guns kept changing directions according to their sights. However, there was no movement in the living room except for their own footsteps.

---

Sunlight streams in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, illuminating every detail clearly.

The broken furniture, fallen tables and chairs, and the mercenaries standing ready for battle were all clearly outlined in the sunlight.

Chen Shuo leaned against the stone pillar, a faint sneer still on his face.

He gracefully reloaded the empty Remington 1875. The metal shell gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the crisp sound contrasted sharply with the calm outside.

"Six shots."

He muttered softly, twisted the chamber of the gun skillfully, and put the pistol back into the holster.

Then his eyes flicked to his feet, where a Winchester 1887 lever-action shotgun rested quietly against a stone pillar.

The gun is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight. The shiny black metal body is engraved with imperceptible fine lines, exuding a retro and dangerous atmosphere.

The walnut stock is full of texture, and the carvings on the surface seem to record its history.

The wide and long barrel exudes a calm deterrent force, and the iconic lever-type design reminds people of its majesty on the battlefield.

"This old man is really old-fashioned..."

Chen Shuo shook his head helplessly, but a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He bent down to pick up the gun, turned it slightly, and the butt of the gun made an elegant arc in his hand.

"Click——"

The shotgun's lever pull made a pleasant metallic clang, and the bullet was loaded smoothly.

"It seems I can only use it temporarily." He said, and slowly walked out of the shelter.

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Sunlight filled the entire room, and the mercenaries were scattered throughout the living room, their figures clearly visible.

Their guns swept across every possible shadow. The leader's voice was low and nervous: "Be careful, don't let him get away..."

"boom!"

A gunshot broke the silence.

A mercenary who was approaching the stone pillar had a cloud of blood mist exploded from his chest. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The gun slipped from his hand with a dull sound.

"There he is!" one of the mercenaries shouted, but when they turned their guns towards the pillar, there was no one there.

"boom!"

Another deafening gunshot rang out, and another mercenary was hit in the shoulder. He was thrown to the ground and his body knocked over the chair behind him.

The sunlight illuminated everything clearly, yet it only made the mercenaries feel even more depressed. Chen Shuo's figure was like a ghost in the sunlight, wandering through the brightly lit room, yet no one could follow his movements.

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Chen Shuo's steps were light and steady. He moved freely in the large living room, using the broken furniture and fallen long table as cover.

Every shot he made was precise and decisive. He never wasted a bullet and never exposed himself for too long.

He calmly leaned his head out from behind a long table, pulled the trigger, and shot the mercenary who was trying to outflank him in the knee.

The mercenary let out a scream and fell to the ground, no longer able to fight back.

"Damn it!" The team leader growled, gritting his teeth and quickly adjusting his tactics. "Surround him! Don't give him any chance!"

The mercenaries reacted quickly. They readjusted their formation and pointed their guns at every corner where Chen Shuo might appear.

However, the brightly lit room became their biggest enemy. The clear light left them nowhere to hide, but Chen Shuo took advantage of this "clarity" with ease and accurately calculated the best route for each bullet.

"boom!"

Another gunshot rang out, blood splattering in the sunlight. A mercenary had just emerged from cover when he was hit in the side of his helmet and fell to the ground.

"He's on the left!" someone shouted, but when everyone turned their guns around, Chen Shuo had already disappeared.

"This guy doesn't look like he's fighting at all..." a mercenary muttered through gritted teeth, his face covered in sweat, "He's... hunting us!"

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The gunshots in the living room gradually subsided, the smoke dissipated in the sunlight, and only the tense breathing remained in the air.

Several mercenary corpses were scattered on the floor, and the blood dyed the bright floor red, which was shocking.

The team leader stood in the middle of the room, his face terribly gloomy, and he gripped the assault rifle tightly in his hand.

He glanced across the room. There were only two mercenaries left around him, and Chen Shuo's figure still hadn't fully appeared.

"come out!"

The leader roared, his voice trembling, "Stop hiding!"

Chen Shuo's voice came from the other side, low and with a hint of amusement: "It's really too weak... There's no challenge at all..."

The sunlight cast mottled shadows on the floor. Chen Shuo slowly walked out from behind a stone pillar, with the Winchester 1887 in his hand hanging at one side, the gun body flashing a dangerous luster in the sunlight.

The leader stared at him intently, then noticed that he slowly lowered the shotgun, the empty chamber obviously no longer containing any bullets.

"You're out of bullets."

The team leader gritted his teeth and said, a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I want to see how arrogant you will be next."

"Yeah, I've used up all of it." Chen Shuo casually threw the shotgun on the ground and spread his hands, as if to indicate that he was no longer able to resist.