Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 1114 1090: Blood Splattered Three Meters!

His left hand was on the throttle, the roaring motorcycle still charging straight ahead, while his right hand had already propped the machine gun on the front windscreen of the bike as he pulled the trigger!

Da-da-da!

Countless bullets spat out of the barrel, wildly raking the Daer Gang members up ahead!

Boom, boom-boom!

The motorcycle roared like thunder. Under Ren Feng's one-handed control, it howled forward; the engine's bellow mixed with the machine gun's mad chatter, deafening!

Pu! Pu! Pu!

The Daer Gang thugs aiming their guns at Ren Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in their chests. Bullets, driven by massive force, punched through their bodies and flung them all to the ground.

The front ranks dropped in a chain, yet Ren Feng's expression didn't change. The machine gun in his right hand kept jerking as he squeezed the trigger like crazy, orange casings pouring out. At this moment, Ren Feng on his bike was like an unstoppable Terminator!

Puff!

Several more Daer Gang members were gunned down. Their boss was raging—so many men and they still couldn't kill one guy?

"All of you, get out there and kill him!"

On the other streets of the small town, more Daer Gang members rushed toward Ren Feng.

"Use grenades!"

Someone shouted.

One Daer Gang member yanked the pin out of a grenade, about to lob it onto the road ahead—but Ren Feng suddenly lifted his hand, tilted the muzzle up just a touch, and a single bullet snapped out, hitting the grenade dead on.

Boom!

A huge explosion went off. That Daer Gang member, along with several others beside him, were blown into the air!

"Blow up his bike!"

Someone else shouted, but it was pointless. The bullets they fired at Ren Feng were all blocked by an invisible wall formed from the power of heaven and earth.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Spent shells rained down in front of Ren Feng. Suddenly, he sensed several people rushing out from a side street to the right up ahead.

He swung the gun to the right. Those Daer Gang members, who hadn't even reacted yet, let out screams as they were mowed down in a row.

Ren Feng was about to keep pulling the trigger when the gun clicked empty. He looked up and saw a car barreling straight toward him, someone leaning out the window with a submachine gun blazing!

"Run him over!"

The driver roared. Ren Feng's eyes were icy. He whipped his right hand forward; the machine gun, wrapped in True Qi, smashed through the windshield and drove straight into the driver's chest!

At the same time, Ren Feng tugged up with his hands. The motorcycle under him suddenly kicked up, launching into the air like a roaring beast. Its spinning front wheel became like a raised foreleg, then came crashing down onto the hood!

Bang!

The hood caved in instantly. The massive impact shook the Daer Gang gunman in the passenger seat backward. Before he could react, a hand reached in out of nowhere and his gun switched owners just like that.

Inside the villa, the Wind God Hall members also heard the motorcycle's thunder.

"Damn, they've got more reinforcements? We're really gonna die here this time."

Someone sighed.

The others were all covered in wounds. Most of them were only peripheral members of Wind God Hall. Aside from their captain, this stronghold hardly ever had any trouble, but today they'd suddenly been hit by a local gang assault.

The air in the villa was heavy, but then gunshots suddenly erupted outside.

"No, listen carefully. It doesn't sound like the Daer Gang is still besieging us. Those shots… sound like a firefight out there!"

Another man listened closely and suddenly shouted.

The others froze for a second, then looked outside. What they saw was Ren Feng riding a motorcycle, gun in one hand, crazily mowing down the Daer Gang members!

"It's Wind God Hall reinforcements!" The man from before shouted in excitement!

"Reinforcements are here! We've held out!"

Everyone got fired up again—until one of them suddenly frowned and said, "But why is there only one guy?"

One guy?

The Wind God Hall members, who had just been excited, were stunned. Seriously—one guy?

They rubbed their eyes to make sure they weren't seeing things. It really was just one person, charging in alone.

"Uh… is he here to get himself killed?"

They all sighed inside, their brief excitement evaporating.

"No, no, this guy… he looks like a real expert." Someone still watching from the window couldn't help but suck in a breath after seeing Ren Feng's insane riding and shooting.

"Yeah?"

Everyone looked again—just in time to see Ren Feng's motorcycle leap and crush the sedan that had tried to ram him head-on.

Hiss!

They all sucked in a cold breath.

"He's a master, definitely a master! We're saved!"

They got hyped all over again, eyes glued to that bike, feeling the blood all over their bodies boil!

The motorcycle was still roaring. It bounced off the car roof and, as it landed, the submachine gun in his hands raked the Daer Gang members once more.

The Daer Gang thugs were like targets on a shooting range. Wherever Ren Feng's muzzle swept, they just dropped, unable to even slow him down.

"Stop him!"

The boss was still yelling.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop, the hidden sniper curled his lips in a cold smile, his sights locked on the bike charging straight toward the boss.

The trigger snapped back, and a special armor-piercing round screamed out!

Ren Feng, still riding, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. A deadly threat was incoming. Without thinking, he twisted his left hand, dropping the entire bike low to the left, skimming along the ground like a slide and dodging the armor-piercing round.

A real expert!

The sniper's eyes turned cold. He quickly swapped magazines, keeping his scope on Ren Feng, but suddenly he felt as if Ren Feng had locked onto him instead. Ren Feng casually raised his hand and a burst from the submachine gun forced the sniper to duck back.

At the same time, Ren Feng had almost reached the boss. All the Daer Gang members rushing in around them had been wiped out by him. The boss was panicking, but right then a lackey roared in from the side on a motorcycle of his own.

"Run him down!"

The boss shouted.

The lackey gunned the throttle and charged straight at Ren Feng.

By now, Ren Feng's submachine gun had also run dry. He tossed it away, gripped the handlebars with both hands, and True Qi surged up under the bike like invisible hands. The front wheel reared up into a vertical line, then came crashing down toward the lackey's motorcycle.

"Ah!"

The underling stared up at the shadow covering him and let out a terrified scream—but the next second, his scream cut off as Ren Feng's motorcycle smashed down.

The whole bike landed on top of the other motorcycle. Everyone watching was stunned yet again. Ren Feng jerked up on the bars and the bike bounced once more, almost flying as it screamed forward, then came crashing down toward the boss, whose face was twisted with panic!

Bang!

Blood sprayed three meters high!