Chapter 196 Masters from Twenty-Eight Countries
Larry had been chillin' with the mercenaries for a while now. He didn't do anything stupid during this time. Instead, he just watched from the shadows.
Now, Leif told everyone to meet up at the top of the mountain.
Larry, blending in with the mercs, made his way up there. Once everyone was there, Larry took a quick look around, guessing how many people were up top.
There were over five hundred mercs, all locked and loaded.
Plus, there were about fifty other folks, both white and black.
He saw Frank pinned down, surrounded by seven or eight dudes, all with guns pointed at his head. If he made a move now, Frank would be toast.
Even though he was sure he could take everyone out, he didn't do anything rash. Cause he wasn't here to kill, but to save.
Leif scanned the crowd. Suddenly, he had an idea and yelled, "Everyone, back off now."
He roughly yanked the barely conscious Frank off the ground, pointing a gun at his head. Then he looked at the mercs who had backed off.
"Black Dragon, I know you're here. If you want him to live, show yourself now, or I'll blow his brains out."
Hearing this, the experts from twenty-eight countries tensed up, staring at the mercs.
Larry, hidden among the mercs, had a serious look on his face.
Who was this masked guy? He seemed to know him well.
"Black Dragon, since you're here, show yourself."
"I wanna see if you're as badass as they say."
"Today, I'm gonna kill you."
The experts from twenty-eight countries echoed these thoughts.
Leif tightened his grip on Frank, the gun still aimed at his head, and shouted, "If you don't show up, I'll kill him now."
Larry, hidden in the dark, pulled out a silver needle.
With a quick flick, he struck. A merc in front felt a sharp pain in his back and let out a scream. As the scream echoed, everyone scattered. The guys in front immediately started shooting.
The screaming guy got riddled with bullets, collapsing in a pool of blood. Everyone pointed their guns at the fallen merc.
Leif watched and commanded, "Go check it out."
"Yes, sir." A few of his guys cautiously approached. Meanwhile, Larry, hidden in the crowd, kept a close eye on Leif.
Leif, showing his cunning, stood behind Frank, surrounded by the experts from twenty-eight countries. Even though Larry had never seen these people, he could feel their terrifying aura.
It was clear these folks weren't just any fighters—they were real pros.
Larry reached to his back and waist, pulling out a few more silver needles.
With a flick of his hand, several silver needles flew out. A few more mercs got hit by the needles and screamed. As the screams echoed, Larry quickly made his move. Anyone hit by the needles screamed all directions.
Leif's face under the mask was drenched in sweat. He knew Black Dragon was hidden among the crowd. Without hesitation, he ordered, "Kill them all."
In the distance, armored vehicles stood ready, their machine guns aimed. As Leif gave the order, the machine guns started blazing.
Instantly, many mercs were shot, falling into pools of blood. Seizing the moment, Larry sprang into action. With a swift move, he charged towards Leif.
"Quick, quick, stop him." Leif shouted as he saw someone rushing towards him.
"Black Dragon, stop." Leif pointed the gun at Frank and then suddenly shot Frank, coldly shouting, "Stop, or I'll kill him."
Larry halted about 30 feet away from Leif. As soon as he stopped, a ton of guns were aimed right at him.
Leif laughed like a maniac. "So what if you're Black Dragon? You're still gonna die by my hand."
Larry looked at the masked Leif, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes, and said, "Alright, I've shown myself. Let him go."
"Black Dragon, you really think that's gonna happen? Today, this place is your grave," sneered Leif.
Larry shrugged, "I may have quit, but he hasn't. As the general of Southwild, killing Frank is poking the bear that is Summer Nation. Can you handle the backlash from Summer Nation? Can you handle the wrath of the million-strong Black Dragon Army?"
"If he dies, the Black Dragon Army will come for you. The borders of many small countries will be drenched in blood. This is a retaliation you can't handle, nor can those behind you."
"You wanna kill me, fine. Just let him go." Larry spoke slowly, each word hitting hard. Leif's face under the mask showed a flicker of worry. Larry made a good point. He didn't dare to make a rash move.
With one hand, he held the gun to Frank's head, while with the other, he pulled out a phone and dialed a number, seeking instructions from the higher-ups.
Larry watched closely. Frank was barely hanging on, his face pale as a ghost.
As a top-notch doctor, Larry could tell Frank's condition was critical. If not treated soon, he was a goner.
"Boss, Black Dragon's here. With one order, we can take him out. But what about Frank? Should we kill him or not?"
Larry watched Leif closely. At that moment, he made his move. With a casual wave, silver needles shot out like lasers.
In an instant, hundreds of people around were hit by the silver needles, dropping like flies.
Leif was still on the phone when a silver needle pierced his wrist. The gun in his hand fell.
Larry swiftly rushed out, grabbing Frank and kicking Leif, who flew several meters like a ragdoll. Larry grabbed Frank. But, twenty-eight people appeared around him, blocking his way.
"Frank." Larry ignored them, laying Frank flat on the ground and gently patting his face. But Frank didn't wake up. Though he was still breathing, he was out cold.
"Kill him." In the distance, an angry roar came. Leif got up from the ground.
He walked over, looking at the surrounded Larry, and laughed, "Black Dragon, did you think you could leave here safely? Gathered here are masters from twenty-eight countries, each a big shot. Today, you're done for."
Larry stood up calmly, looking at the twenty-eight people around him.
"Leif, step aside. Black Dragon is mine. I wanna kill him."
"Leif, back off."
"This is no longer your concern."
The masters from twenty-eight countries all spoke up.
They were the real deal, undefeated since their debut. Their pride and arrogance were off the charts.
Black Dragon was famous worldwide. Killing him would make them legends.
They'd known about Black Dragon for a long time but never had the chance to fight him. Today, they finally had the opportunity.
"What are you doing? I'm in charge here. Kill him."
Leif roared and opened fire. Larry was instantly shot, but it didn't hit a vital spot. Even so, his chest immediately bled.
He stood there, like a willow tree. Even though he was shot, he didn't fall.
"Leif, do you wanna die?" A black man stepped forward and slapped Leif.
With strong force, Leif's face instantly swelled, his body spinning in place before hitting the ground.
"Kill the others, then we can fight Black Dragon in peace."
"Black Dragon, don't say we didn't give you a chance. You're a top doc, so we'll give you half an hour to heal. After that, we'll fight. If you can beat the experts from twenty-eight countries, you can leave here alive."
"If you lose, you'll die here."
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