The sky darkened, and the holiday resort lit up with lights. Laughter and music filled the air, making everything seem normal from the outside.
Ronan held an AR-15 and leaned against a concrete pillar in the hallway. In the nearby room, Burke was pacing at the door.
To his left, a man with dreadlocks held an AK rifle, his face filled with excitement. He occasionally peeked outside, mumbling incomprehensible slang.
Will smacked him and said, "Jamie, stay calm. Didn't the boss tell you? Stay composed when things happen! With your attitude, do you really think you can manage this territory?"
Jamie flicked his dreadlocks and chuckled while caressing the AK's handguard. "Tonight, I'm gonna take down five sons of bitches!"
Ronan noticed someone using a powerful flashlight from the inner window on the third floor, signaling their approach. He warned, "Be alert, they're coming!"
Jamie grabbed a dreadlock and chewed on it, his hands trembling with excitement. "Will, I'll let you listen to those bastards scream, just like that Mexican girl I took care of last month! The sound of their screams is so satisfying!"
Ronan glanced at Jamie, and Will casually added, "Jamie has filmed a few episodes in the northern valley. He's particularly skilled in that aspect. Last month, he caught a Mexican girl stealing from our territory and did away with her."
Jamie grinned at Ronan. "No big deal."
...........
As night fell, the road became quiet. Seven different cars split into two groups, heading towards the resort.
The big demon, Padi, sat in the passenger seat of one car and gave instructions through a walkie-talkie. "Raúl, flank from the side door and block their escape route! Don't kill them, try to capture them alive! I want to skin them and extract their bones!"
A laughing response came through the walkie-talkie. "As you wish!"
Padi turned to the big-bearded man in the back seat and asked, "Did you bring the camera?"
The bearded man patted his bag. "Yes, it's here!"
Padi said, "I'll personally skin Ronan, and you guys can practice on the others."
The main entrance of the resort opened, and five cars rushed in and parked in front of it. Padi patted the bulging waist bag before picking up his M4 and getting out of the car, followed by his men.
Twenty Latin tough men with firearms got out of the cars, causing the two black men dressed as hotel staff in the lobby to scream and run like rabbits.
A figure with a baseball cap had just entered the lobby but quickly turned to run into the garden.
There was no door between the lobby and the garden, just an open and spacious passage.
The person who had been tracking them earlier saw the cap and shouted, "It's him!"
Padi waved his hand. "Chase him!"
More than ten people rushed in after him.
Padi was beyond the age of impulsive actions and followed behind the bearded man.
The two people at the forefront chased into the garden.
Behind the concrete pillar, Ronan quietly extended his gun barrel, waiting for the right moment without rushing.
"Ah! Sons of bitches! Die!"
Jamie stood up and pointed the AK down the aisle, pulling the trigger, causing sparks to fly below!
More than a dozen black men in ambush all started firing, and a dense rain of bullets turned the two people charging forward into sieves.
Burke controlled the lights, flicking the switch and illuminating the garden with eighteen bright lights.
Ronan's chosen position allowed him to see various spots in the lobby. He shifted his gun slightly and pulled the trigger, shooting a bald Latin man seeking cover, piercing him through.
Then, he fired multiple shots with precision, causing blood to blossom in his field of view!
With the accuracy of a seasoned veteran, not to mention hitting every shot, he was remarkably precise.
Eight bullets took down four Latin tough men.
Three of them were shot in the chest. At this distance and with the power of rifles, they were as good as dead.
Another person was shot in the shoulder and let out a scream.
The gunfire suddenly weakened as many black men, like Jamie, emptied their magazines in one go.
The bullets in the front randomly killed the two closest members of the Morales gang, while the bullets behind were flying all over the place.
It was all about luck in the shooting!
The opponents took the opportunity to retaliate.
The members of the Morales gang weren't doing well.
This was a gang, not the military or the police.
But with many people and fierce firepower, there were bound to be unlucky ones. Black men upstairs and Latin Americans downstairs occasionally screamed when hit by bullets.
Several bullets landed near Ronan, scattering concrete debris.
Ronan remained unfazed, his mindset and hands extremely steady, constantly seeking targets to shoot.
A cowboy hat just emerged, and Ronan shifted the gun barrel, delivering a short burst that blew off the top of the person's head!
"Retreat! Quick retreat!" Someone shouted in Spanish, "It's an ambush! It's Carter's gang, the damn black bastards! Retreat!"
After firing, Ronan immediately crouched and changed positions.
Amidst the continuous gunfire, five or six bullet holes appeared on the concrete pillar, and a few bullets spun out like tops.
Changing his position and relying on the brick fence, Ronan raised his gun and fired, emptying the magazine in one go.
Another Latin tough man fell under his shooting.
At that moment, gunshots sounded from outside the perimeter wall as Klee and his men cut off the escape route for the Morales gang!
Ronan quickly changed the magazine, silently activating his spiritual vision, scanning the downstairs and upstairs, seeing about ten clusters of red auras.
Today, there were no innocents here!
His left hand extended, constantly changing directions, and red lights flowed into his palm one after another.
No skill prompt sound!
Until the last red light, information flashed in his mind.
Japanese Proficiency: Proficient in a language learned from a Latin and Japanese mixed heritage since childhood!
He was just a little short of the number of soul fragments needed for promotion. Ronan shouted loudly, "Kill that damn Padi!"
Padi's voice came through, "Ronan! I'm going to kill you!"
Accompanied by the voice came bullets, but Ronan had changed his position while speaking!
Padi's fierce voice sounded again, "Ronan, I'm going to slice your skin piece by piece and smash your bones!"
The black uncles finished changing their magazines and their firepower became fierce again. Despite crouching behind the brick fence with their guns raised above their heads for soul shooting, they couldn't withstand the superior numbers and firepower.
Ronan took advantage of the situation to shoot down a bearded man who was flanking them from the rear.
His left hand extended again, and more red lights flew over.
The activation time of spiritual vision was a bit long, and Ronan's head slightly throbbed. He quickly closed it.
Bang! Bang!
Muffled gunshots came from a nearby staircase.
The black uncles were excited and howled under the enhancement of soul shooting, and no one heard it.
This was the sound of silenced guns.
Ordinary firearms and bullets, even with silencers attached, would not have such exaggerated effects as seen in movies and television.
The sound was very close, and Ronan didn't have time to think too much. He turned his gun towards the staircase.
Two black men with their backs to the staircase were shot, and blood splattered as they fell to the ground.
Two black-clad gunmen holding M4 carbines simultaneously moved up.
The gunman named Raúl prioritized shooting at the black man who was firing outward at an angle. As he turned, he saw a gun pointed at him just a few meters away, and then he felt nothing.
From a distance of over four meters, Ronan blew off the head of the nearest black-clad gunman and continued shooting.
Another gunman was hit by four or five bullets, with his chest and abdomen shredded, while other gunmen were suppressed on the stairs, unable to show themselves.
The black uncles reacted and many of them turned their guns towards the stairs, firing.
The gunmen quickly retreated.
However, being a gang and lacking coordinated command, too many black men aimed their guns in this direction.
Ronan didn't dare to experience the black men's soul shooting, so he burst through a door on the inside of the corridor, rushed in, and lay on the ground, not daring to move.
As expected, where he had been before, he didn't know how many stray and ricocheted bullets had hit.
With so many gun barrels pointing upstairs, the pressure on the Morales gang in the hall suddenly eased, and they charged into the garden, kicking doors and smashing windows, entering various halls on the first floor.
Booker and Will shouted loudly, urging the black uncles to go downstairs in pursuit.
Many people had died, and the black uncles' morale dropped, making them hesitate and drag their feet.
Booker understood his compatriots and loudly announced a reward of $20,000 for each Morales gang member killed. The black uncles immediately roared and rushed down.
Ronan activated his spiritual vision, absorbing five soul fragments, leaving him only two short of the twenty required. He quickly changed to a new magazine, exited the room, and followed the black men downstairs.
"Wait!" Booker shouted.
Ronan only replied, "I want to personally slaughter the big demon, Padi!"
Gunshots continued on the first floor.
Although black men were leading the way, Ronan remained vigilant, crouching and advancing with his gun. Gunfire rang out on the first floor, and a black man screamed and fell.
Ronan slightly turned his head, raised his gun, and fired. Two bullets hit the enemy, and without hesitation, he fired another shot at his head.
The man's M9 fell at the staircase.
This was a ballroom, and gunshots were repeatedly heard from the other side of the staircase, where a black-clad gunman was exchanging fire with dreadlocked Jamie.
Ronan descended the stairs, aimed at the distant gunman, and squeezed the trigger multiple times, hitting the torso with at least three bullets.
In the banquet hall, including the two killed by Ronan, five bodies lay on the ground.
"Who's there?" Jamie asked.
"It's me, Ronan." A brief response, and Ronan activated his spiritual vision. Five clusters of red auras floated above the bodies.
His head ached slightly, and his left hand extended. He consecutively targeted the red auras, and five soul fragments entered the Commanding Book.
Dreadlocked Jamie lowered his gun and walked towards Ronan.
Ronan moved behind a solid wall, summoned the Commanding Book, and saw on the page that he now had twenty-three soul fragments.
It wasn't the first soul hunting fragment he obtained; he took the remaining twenty fragments from behind, placed them on his chest, but nothing happened.
According to the rules of the Commanding Book, Ronan silently recited, "Promote to Predator," but it was still the same.
Something was wrong? After some thought, he understood what was going on.
According to the promotion instructions, a third party must be involved...
Ronan released the AR-15 and picked up the M9 pistol from the ground, pointing it at dreadlocked Jamie.
The latter was shocked, "I'm on your side!"
Bang! Bang!
Ronan didn't hesitate or linger, he fired five shots in succession, dropped the pistol to the ground, and Jamie collapsed.
Hiding behind the wall, an imperceptible aura approached from all directions and fell onto Ronan's left hand on his chest, activating the melting of the soul fragments.
A fleeting red light.
Ronan felt a series of subtle changes in his body. The most noticeable thing was that the headache caused by using spiritual vision for a long time and the fatigue from battles instantly disappeared.
His physical condition had never been this good!
At the same time, information flashed in his mind: "Promoted to the first rank: Predator!"
Ronan looked at the nearly transparent book in front of him and manipulated the pages with his mind, successfully opening the second page!
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