Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 106 A $1 Million Bounty: Death Dances

"Stop him!"

Scorpion was a ruthless character after all, with extremely fast reflexes. He didn't bother to shoot Qi Tongwei; instead, he lunged sideways, his military knife drawing a tricky arc as it aimed straight for Zhong Kui's groin.

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their swords flashing and each strike potentially fatal.

On the other side of the battlefield, however, it was a one-sided massacre.

"Da da da—"

The surrounding mercenaries finally reacted, and dozens of automatic rifles opened fire simultaneously. A dense hail of bullets rained down like a storm, sending sparks flying and debris scattering across the elevator platform.

Qi Tongwei did not seek cover.

Or rather, in this encircled open area, the best cover is the attack.

He held guns in both hands, his steps unpredictable and agile, weaving through the hail of bullets as if dancing a death dance.

【Eagle Eye Vision】Full activation.

Everything around him seemed to slow down. The trajectory of the bullets, the direction of the enemy's guns, even the contraction of their muscles as they pulled the triggers—all the details were clearly visible.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Desert Eagle’s distinctive roar rang out rhythmically.

Every gunshot was accompanied by the fall of a mercenary.

And all of them were headshots.

This terrifying precision and psychological pressure instilled fear in the mercenaries who had initially been bloodthirsty. They felt as if they were facing not a person, but a heartless killing machine.

"Holy crap! What the hell is that monster?!"

A mercenary hiding behind a pillar had just peeked out halfway, and before he could even aim, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell straight down.

As Qi Tongwei fired, he moved rapidly. The two Desert Eagles with their bolts slammed in his hands seemed to come alive. Magazines slid out, new magazines were pushed in, and the guns were chambered. The whole set of movements was smooth and fast, so fast that it was dazzling.

Just then.

A short mercenary, using the corpse of his comrade as cover, silently circled around to the side and rear. He held a submachine gun with a silencer in his hand, his sinister gaze fixed on Qi Tongwei, who had his back to him.

"Die!"

He grinned inwardly and clenched his fists.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, but it didn't come from the attacker.

A burst of blood erupted from the temple of the short mercenary, and he collapsed limply to the ground as if his bones had been removed.

Ye Cunxin.

She knelt on the edge of the elevator platform, her hands gripping the small Browning pistol tightly, smoke still rising from the muzzle.

A bloody gash appeared on her face—left by a stray bullet that had grazed her. Bright red blood slid down her fair cheek, dripping onto her delicate collarbone like a flamboyant plum blossom.

Instead of wiping it away, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the blood from the corner of her mouth.

The salty, metallic smell mixed with the metallic scent caused her pupils to contract slightly, and she exuded a breathtakingly maddening beauty.

"Trying to mess with my man?"

She gave the corpse a cold laugh, her eyes full of contempt, "Remember to line up in your next life."

By this time, the gunfire in the hall had become much less frequent.

In less than two minutes, more than twenty corpses lay scattered on the ground. The remaining mercenaries had been completely demoralized and hid behind cover, not daring to show their heads.

The "Butcher," who had been hiding in the corner, stared intently at Qi Tongwei in the arena with his eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

As a top-notch bodyguard, he knew very well that the situation was hopeless.

This seemingly arrogant Chinese policeman's combat capabilities have exceeded those of regular special forces. If the fighting continues, they'll all die here.

"Walk!"

The butcher acted decisively.

He grabbed the still trembling Zhao Ruilong and carried him like a chick, not giving Zhao Ruilong a chance to say anything, and put him on his shoulder.

"Where do we go? The doors are blocked!" Zhao Ruilong shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

"jungle."

The butcher's words were concise and to the point.

He rushed towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the hall. There was no obstruction there; outside lay a pitch-black primeval forest and a sheer cliff.

"No! That's the fourth floor! You'll fall to your death!" Zhao Ruilong was terrified and struggled desperately.

But the butcher's large, iron-like hand gripped his belt tightly, while his other hand tore a rappelling buckle from his tactical vest and hung it on the decorative iron railing by the window.

"Splash—"

The huge tempered glass was shattered by the butcher's kick.

Countless shards of glass danced in the night, like a glistening rain.

"Trying to run away?"

Qi Tongwei had just finished changing the last magazine when he saw this scene, and his eyes sharpened.

He raised his hand and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The shot was originally aimed at the butcher's leg, but the butcher was clearly prepared. In the instant he jumped out of the window, he actually used Zhao Ruilong as a human shield, blocking him behind him.

Qi Tongwei had no choice but to swerve his gun, and the bullet struck the window frame, sending sparks flying.

"Whoosh—"

The sound of ropes rubbing together rang out.

The butcher, carrying Zhao Ruilong, quickly disappeared into the darkness outside the window, leaving only Zhao Ruilong's drawn-out scream echoing in the night sky, sounding particularly tragic.

"That son of a bitch, he's fast."

Qi Tongwei walked to the broken window, and the night wind, carrying the damp scent unique to the jungle, rushed towards him.

He glanced down at it.

Below was a dense rainforest, dark and gaping like a gaping maw, its depths unfathomable.

"Stop chasing."

Zhong Kui kicked Scorpion, who was also trying to run away, to the ground, and pierced Scorpion's palm with the scalpel in his hand, pinning the arrogant drug lord to the floor.

"That's the back mountain of Ghost Sorrow Gorge. The terrain is complicated, full of swamps and minefields. Going in at night is like delivering takeout to crocodiles."

Zhong Kui wiped the blood from his face, blood from the fight. He looked at Qi Tongwei with a newfound respect in his eyes.

"And you've run out of ammunition."

Qi Tongwei casually tucked the two Desert Eagles, which were empty and idling, back into his waistband, took out a flattened cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

"That's perfect."

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke swirled in his lungs, slightly calming the post-killing heat.

Qi Tongwei turned around, looking at the dark jungle that had swallowed Zhao Ruilong, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

"It would be pointless to let him die too easily."

He reached out and put his arm around Ye Cunxin, who was still breathing slightly, and pinched her blood-stained cheek lightly.

"The game has been upgraded."

Qi Tongwei exhaled a smoke ring, his voice so calm it was unsettling.

"Since they like playing jungle survival games, then I'll play a big game with them."

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."