In the midst of rapid advancement, there was almost no sound beneath Ronan's feet. After a burst of gunfire from the other end of the alley, a series of intensive footsteps followed.
The alleyway was narrow, offering limited space for evasive maneuvers. With a quick run-up, Ronan effortlessly climbed onto a wall that was over three meters high, positioning himself in the shadow of a loft, his gun aimed at a crucial point along the alley.
Ten individuals were carrying various firearms as they emerged from about several dozen meters away.
Among them, Daisy-Demona was not present.
Immediately, Ronan's fingers tightened around the trigger. The AK spat flames as the gunshot reverberated through the air.
Although the figures in the darkness were indistinct, guided by Ronan's predatory alertness and precise marksmanship, every bullet found its mark on a body.
Ten people emitted cries of agony, falling one after another.
Ronan leaped over rooftop obstacles and ran along walls and buildings.
To be cautious, he placed another shot into each person's head using the AK!
Leaping down from the rooftop, he swiftly changed magazines.
Suddenly sensing danger, he darted to the right, planting his foot on the wall to avoid the dense barrage of bullets.
Those individuals whose heads he had blown off surprisingly were not dead!
Five of them were firing towards him.
Bending his knees and pushing off, Ronan soared upward, his hand resting on the wall's edge, propelling himself onto the roof.
Bullets shot at him, without exception, landed in empty spaces.
Andrew was shocked. Who was this person? Their speed was astonishing!
The five individuals with nearly half their heads missing swayed and stood up, their guns scanning their surroundings warily.
The wounds on their heads were healing at an extremely slow pace.
Figures moved on the rooftop. Andrew instinctively fired his gun, but the instant the gunshot rang out, a companion beside him had their head blown open with a loud bang!
Another person's head exploded!
"Ah—"
The other two individuals roared in anger, frantically spraying gunfire toward the rooftop.
Amid the dense rain of bullets, the black figure on the rooftop continuously sprinted and changed direction, evading every single bullet fired at him.
In turn, he fired two quick shots in reverse, and two more companions' heads burst open, falling to the ground.
Andrew, whose head was missing nearly a quarter, couldn't help but exclaim, "What kind of monster!"
Bang! Bang!
With two gunshots, the last remaining companion besides Andrew fell.
After transforming into a blood servant, Andrew's heart raced at the mountaintop, and in an instant, he plunged into the abyss.
At this moment, only the gun in his hand offered him a shred of security.
Andrew fired repeatedly at the rooftop, quickly emptying his magazine.
Just as he was about to reload, a figure leaped down from the rooftop, and the butt of an AK came crashing down toward his face.
Andrew turned his head to dodge, thinking that his speed, which had nearly doubled, would be sufficient to evade it.
But the speed at which the butt descended was far faster than him!
With a dull thud, Ronan's gun butt struck Andrew's head heavily, causing Andrew's forehead to cave in.
"What the hell?"
Ronan frowned, noting that brain matter could be seen around the wound on the man's shattered head.
Ordinary people would have died instantly and completely.
Not only had this man not died, but the wounds on those whose heads he had blown off were also healing amid their moans of pain.
Although Ronan was extremely curious, gunshots were still echoing from Daisy-Demona's bar, leaving him no time for more questions. He swung the AK's barrel around, aimed at Andrew's head, and fired five shots in quick succession.
Andrew's head was turned into fragments, leaving only a bare neck.
The struggling body finally came to a halt.
Ronan aimed two more shots at Andrew's heart.
Then, he proceeded to shatter the heads and hearts of the remaining nine individuals!
He refused to believe that even in this state, these people could still stand up!
Lifting the AK, Ronan advanced toward Demona's bar. Amid the haste, he activated his clairvoyance. With a flick of his left hand, ten streaks of red light flew forth!
All of them were soul fragments +4!
The number of harvested soul fragments did not correlate with their resistance to blows.
A memory flashed in his mind: a ghastly pale face with a gaping maw, and two canine-like fangs descended, sinking into the neck.
Could real vampires exist? Could this be the rumored first embrace of a vampire? Ronan could only speculate.
However, compared to Alexander, the werewolf, these vampires were much weaker.
Ronan took out two pieces of spirit leopard jerky to replenish his energy, then traversed the lengthy alley, seeing two middle-aged women who had been shot and killed. He deftly jumped and crawled through a window.
The memories left behind by the American Ronan led directly to Demona's bar.
Moving forward all the way, the sounds of the chaotic gunfight seemed to have penetrated inside the bar. Ronan quickened his pace and turned around a staircase, where he found over a dozen gunmen rushing through the bar's entrance, engaged in a firefight with Demona's group who had taken cover behind the bar counter.
Inside the bar hall, the bodies of several older women were sprawled in disarray.
Ronan launched an attack from the side. Bullets from the AK swiftly met the heads or chests of the gangsters. Instantly, most of the gunmen fell to the ground.
"Daisy, it's me!" Ronan shouted loudly, afraid of causing friendly fire. "Don't shoot this way!"
Demona, currently under fire, couldn't focus on much else and replied, "Over here, it's all women!"
Ronan understood the implication. As he swiftly moved, he systematically took down the remaining gunmen.
"When did you become so capable?" Demona expressed considerable surprise.
Ronan beckoned her, saying, "No time for chatter, let's break out!"
Just as they reached the entrance of the bar, the bullets were snapping and cracking. A woman who could stand her ground in the red-light district had her own fierceness!
"Keep it up!" She tossed an iron ball to Ronan.
Ronan pulled out the safety pin, activated the fuse, and threw it out. The grenade exploded with a bang.
"Keep going!"
"No more." Demona organized her weapons and ran to the entrance with two Latin women. "We're out."
Taking advantage of the chaos created by the explosion, Ronan dashed out, firing the AK in rapid succession. The pained cries of those shot echoed from the other side of the alley.
Then came cursing and alarmed shouts, followed by the fading sound of scattered footsteps.
"Move!" Ronan led the way out.
Demona caught up, asking, "I don't remember your marksmanship being this good?"
Ronan casually found an excuse, "Ever heard of private training?"
Demona was well-versed in trading information and knew a bit, "Heard of it."
Ronan gestured for them to follow, saying, "That's me!"
There was no one ahead. Upon reaching the alley's mouth, besides the bodies strewn on the ground, everyone had fled!
Since Ronan's appearance, dozens of people had met their end, leaving the gunmen of the Jose Group in a state of fear and chaos. Even Jose himself couldn't stop their rout.
To endure till now, the Jose Group had indeed become a well-organized gang.
On the main street of the red-light district, only one person remained.
Jose's face was devoid of color. He wore a dark suit, gripping two M9 pistols, standing in the middle of the street.
Just as the three emerged from the alley, they immediately spotted him.
Ronan's words were swift and succinct, "Take cover!"
Demona pulled the two women back as they retreated.
One of them, quick to react, followed Demona in retreating.
The other, due to curiosity, glanced a second too long, slowing down by half a step.
As Ronan spoke, he moved quickly and simultaneously fired. Jose's actions were just as swift, devoid of any wasted words. He gripped two M9 pistols in his hands, firing repeatedly toward the alley entrance. While the bullets missed Ronan, they struck the second woman fatally.
In the haste, Demona's gun was knocked out of her hand, and another woman took a shot to her arm.
Jose's figure flickered. The bullets that should have hit his head grazed past his ear, and he returned fire with both M9s aimed at Ronan. Ronan maneuvered and tumbled with agility, a blend of his predator's vigilance and quick evasion skills that always managed to preemptively avoid Jose's firing trajectory.
With the distance between them not far, Ronan aimed the AK at the most exposed parts of Jose's chest and abdomen, unleashing a spray of bullets.
While Jose's speed was not that of a regular person's, he was still hit by the bullets.
The massive force of the AK's close-range shots caused him to stagger back.
With the AK in hand, Ronan unleashed a dense barrage from over ten meters away.
With a bang, Jose's body disintegrated, and the street was now filled with a swarm of bats, swooping towards Ronan!
Dodging the bats, Ronan continued firing the AK. Over ten bats dropped from the sky, crashing to the ground in a pool of blood.
The AK's bullets ran out. The bats were now close, instantly converging into a humanoid shape. Jose materialized in thin air, his ten fingers like sharp blades, reaching for Ronan's throat.
Simultaneously, his mouth opened wide, revealing two long pointed fangs, aiming to bite into Ronan's neck.
In the nick of time, Ronan couldn't reload or even draw his handgun. His left fist struck out like lightning, the steel-reinforced claws coming into play!
Jose was fast, but Ronan was faster, so fast that Jose couldn't react in time. The iron fist struck the towering nose!
With a thud, Jose's head recoiled.
As Jose's head snapped back, Ronan's right fist followed, smashing into Jose's cheek.
The quick punch, empowered by the steel claws, hit even harder than a hammer blow!
Several of Jose's teeth flew out of his mouth.
Before Jose could recover from his bewildered state, Ronan's fist landed blow after blow, and within the short span of his fall, Jose's face was struck four times!
With a thud, Jose toppled over, wanting to transform into a bat for the second time, aiming to create distance.
He had thought that his superhuman speed and strength as a vampire would allow him to quickly deal with Ronan up close.
However, the speed of the opponent before him made even this vampire want to cry!
Ronan wouldn't give him a chance to escape. He seized Jose's throat, his fingers penetrating the flesh. Jose's blood circulation was hindered, and his transformation into a bat was forcefully interrupted, blood gushing out in torrents.
"Roar—"
Jose roared fiercely, his two pointed fangs bared!
Bang—
Ronan's fist slammed brutally into the side of Jose's mouth. One of the proud vampire's fangs snapped off, then another punch came, shattering the second fang as well!
Quickly withdrawing a dagger from his waist, Ronan stabbed it into Jose's eye, then forcefully twisted his wrist!
...
Somewhat earlier, on the rooftop of a church over two hundred meters away, Matt Graves, dressed in a bulletproof vest and black tactical gear, lowered his binoculars. He paid no attention to the dead gang snipers, turning and walking downwards. He addressed his subordinates, "It's done!"
The sniper Monroe set up the specially tuned TAC-50 sniper rifle!
Within a few kilometers, it was an elevated vantage point!
Matt left Monroe and the observer behind, descended from the church rooftop, and headed toward the distant square. He was preparing to take control of the situation from a helicopter.
Tonight, they had borrowed two helicopters from the Tijuana police.
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