Chapter 89: Eliminating The Poachers
Scarface knew that his side was just a bunch of rabble unfit for serious use, but he didn’t expect them to be this useless—mere two people had beaten back dozens.
However, seeing Chang Ning, Scarface felt a bit uneasy in his heart. He feared that the support called by the other side had arrived, and retreat immediately crossed his mind.
Seeing that his subordinates were all scared, he pretended to think for a moment, then went with the flow and said, “Retreat, don’t let them catch you.
For the things we’ve done, you all know without me saying—once caught, you’ll be sentenced to many years.”
The poachers breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the boss finally agree to run.
They originally had little fighting spirit, and as soon as the order was given, they all bolted toward their convoy.
This delighted Chang Ning greatly—exposing one’s back to the enemy during a gunfight was undoubtedly handing one’s life over to them personally.
Chang Ning picked up the gun of the poacher he had killed from the ground, and upon inspection, found it to be a good thing—a Type 56 assault rifle.
Unfortunately, there weren’t many bullets left, only half a magazine, that is, 15 bullets.
After checking the firearm’s condition and gaining a rough understanding of the Type 56 in his hands, he raised the gun and picked off the poachers who hadn’t run far one by one.
In no time, fifteen people fell under Chang Ning’s gun.
“How are you all? Anyone injured?”
Chang Ning ignored the fleeing poachers and instead came over to Ba Duojie’s side to check on them.
Confirming if his own people were injured was the most important thing he should do now; the poachers couldn’t have run far yet.
With Chang Ning’s speed, he could catch up to them before this gang got into their cars. Besides, he had a gun in hand—stopping a few people from escaping would be easy.
Ba Duojie, taking advantage of the somewhat dim light, made out the appearance of the newcomer.
He was a young man who looked to be not yet in his twenties.
‘So young yet with such strength—I’m afraid this person’s background is not simple.’
“Little brother, we’re fine.”
Ba Duojie was taciturn and not good with words. After briefly describing their situation, he said no more; he always left this kind of thing to his good brother Suo Nan Da.
“Little brother, where are your other companions?”
With the dim light, Chang Ning was mistaken for someone who came as support.
“You two, I heard the gunshots here from afar and came to help.
I’m not the support you called.”
Seeing that the two were uninjured and in good condition, and noting that Ba Duojie was also using a Type 56, Chang Ning asked him for all the spare bullets.
Chang Ning took a total of two magazines from Ba Duojie, sixty bullets.
With Chang Ning’s marksmanship of one bullet one bandit, he would still have some left even after eliminating all the poachers.
However, considering that these people had now run beyond shooting range, misses were inevitable, but two fully loaded magazines would suffice for him.
“Hey, little brother…”
When Suo Nan Da reached out to grab Chang Ning to say something, he found the person had already run far away, leaving only a gradually blurring back view.
“Do you think a kid in his teens can handle it alone?”
Suo Nan Da watched Chang Ning’s figure about to disappear, very worried about his safety.
It was just that Chang Ning ran too fast; he hadn’t had time to stop him before the person had already dashed off.
“Didn’t you just see this little brother’s strength? That marksmanship is top-notch!”
Ba Duojie was full of admiration; Chang Ning’s marksmanship was rare even in ordinary companies, and few like him existed even in Wolf Fang.
However, Chang Ning was seriously uneven in skills; aside from marksmanship and physical fitness far exceeding normal people, his other skills were only at beginner level.
At least that’s how he performed during training.
“No, I’m still a bit worried. Good brother, go help him.”
Suo Nan Da pushed Ba Duojie while urging him.
“What about you then?”
“Don’t worry about me here; the poachers have all been driven off by that little brother.
Besides, I’ve already called for support, so put your mind at ease!”
“Alright then, you be careful yourself.”
With that, Ba Duojie shouldered his gun and chased in the direction where Chang Ning had disappeared.
As for Chang Ning, with the supply in hand, he pursued the poachers at full effort, occasionally stopping to fire a few shots, which broke their spirits.
With a killer god following behind, unable to fight or outrun, death possible at any moment—this psychological pressure was immense.
Being killed outright by one of Chang Ning’s shots would be one thing, but the fear was this state of not dead yet, life firmly in others’ hands, everything out of one’s control—that was the worst.
“Ah~”
Someone couldn’t take it and broke down, turning to shoot at Chang Ning. His gun was a shotgun for hunting; not everyone in this group could use a Type 56.
Well then, this delivered head—not taking it would be a waste.
Because it was within the Type 56’s range, Chang Ning didn’t even need to aim; relying on his gun sense, he raised and fired in one motion, and as the gun came down, the man was killed—extremely dashing.
Unfortunately, the Rookie A’s team members weren’t around; otherwise, Chang Ning could have enjoyed a batch of envious, lemon-flavored gazes.
As a bandit who had undergone training, Scarface’s combat power was naturally incomparable to the trash around him fleeing together.
While his subordinates fled recklessly, he blended into the crowd, constantly moving, several times using his positioning to let subordinates take bullets for him.
‘Faster, faster, almost there!’
Scarface looked at the car less than a hundred meters away, his eyes filled with hope—as long as he got in the car, he could live!
“Finally found you!”
A large poaching gang with dozens of people—how could it lack a leader?
Unfortunately, they were all dressed the same, so Chang Ning couldn’t distinguish the boss by clothing style.
Plus the distance was too far, so Chang Ning gave up on the idea of capturing alive; now he just wanted to annihilate this gang!
Who knew, just as this thought arose, he spotted that trained person again in the crowd.
Since the boss was hard to find, grabbing someone with training traces wouldn’t be bad.
Having undergone training, they must have some useful intelligence.
Target confirmed, the others unimportant—Chang Ning began reducing his shooting frequency to save bullets.
A trained person with a gun and without were two different concepts.
Just like Chang Ning now—with a gun and ample bullets, he feared no one, provided no heavy weapons were deployed.
Therefore, Chang Ning needed to save bullets to deal with that person.
The distance between both sides kept closing; though Chang Ning’s stamina had declined somewhat due to poor meals recently, he was still stronger than the poachers fleeing in panic ahead.
Scarface was solely focused on getting to the car quickly and didn’t notice Chang Ning closing in.
“We’re here!”
His fingers touched the car door handle, and a smile appeared on his face—as long as he got in, he could leave calmly.
With a “clang,” the car handle broke, nearly causing Scarface to fall from exerting too much force unprepared.
From afar, Chang Ning saw Scarface stumble, nodded in satisfaction, and lowered his gun muzzle—he was very pleased with the result.
Earlier, seeing Scarface about to get in the car, letting him do so would eliminate any chance of capture; no matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t outpace a car fueled by gasoline.
In the urgency, he ignored the risk that a miss might kill Scarface outright.
At the time, half of Scarface’s body blocked the car door, with only the tiny angle formed by his body and arm exposing the door handle.
Chang Ning’s Type 56 had no scope; he purely relied on iron sights and excellent gun sense to hit the handle in that situation.
Actually, Chang Ning had a simpler option—shoot Scarface’s arm touching the handle directly—but with the Type 56’s power, the arm would surely be shattered.
But Chang Ning had no first aid kit; even with emergency stop bleeding, who could guarantee the person wouldn’t succumb to shock from the intense pain, leading to death.
His goal was to capture alive, not kill, so unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t kill this suspected poaching gang leader ahead.
What if this person was involved in some major case—then he’d hit the jackpot!
Strong survival instinct drove Scarface to go all out; enduring the pressure of being killed by Chang Ning, he reached for the car door again.
The door handle ruined by Chang Ning’s shot meant the door didn’t even need pulling—just a slight push would open it.
How could Chang Ning let this key figure escape? Another shot hit the car door, the 7.62mm bullet punching a pit the size of a child’s fist in the center.
The pit’s edge was right at Scarface’s hand—just a bit more and his hand would be ruined.
At this point, how could Scarface not realize Chang Ning was trying to keep him there? Without taking out Chang Ning, he had no chance of leaving.
Desperation ignited Scarface’s ferocity; his face twisted as he decided to fight to the death.
In an outlaw training camp, he had specially practiced quick shooting, earning the nickname “fast gunner.”
Scarface planned to turn the tables with this skill; he carefully reached to his waist, where he kept an M1911 bought at great expense.
Because Scarface had his back to Chang Ning, he couldn’t see what this guy was up to.
Out of caution, Chang Ning kept his gun muzzle trained on Scarface; any suspicious move, and he’d fire immediately.
This wasn’t the time to worry about capturing alive—preserving his own life was paramount.
“Don’t try any tricks; you can’t escape. Slowly raise your hands and put them where I can see.”
“Bang~”
“Bang~”
Two gunshots, almost simultaneous, echoed across the wasteland.
