The assault rifle trembled violently but its shots were dampened due to the silencer. Bullets burst out of the muzzle like a merciless storm, instantly killing the men watching football. The storm had brought no rain but scalding hot steel bullets which pierced through their bodies in a blink of an eye. It brought along splatters of blood and chunks of dislodged flesh. 

Within two seconds, Xia Lei had moved his muzzle horizontally by a distance of seven to eight centimetres across the six men on the couch. Their chests, brain and abdomen were filled with gushing bullet wounds. The scene was atrociously cruel. 

Finishing off the six men in the living room, the TAR-21 assault rifle in Xia Lei’s grip was finally empty. He made no move to replenish it but hurriedly retreated back into the stairway and borrowed the walls to shield himself. The moment he made it in there, the two armed men guarding the entrance barged in through the door.

Bang Bang Bang… 

The AK47 assault rifle made deafening barks...