?Reading on mobile phone The man with the silver mask is now regretting it deeply. If only he had known this day would come, he would have made the helmet stronger. It's too late now. Qin Feng has repeatedly appeared behind several mutated humanoid beasts, firing at their backs. Except for one miss, every shot has hit its mark. Out of twelve mutated humanoid beasts, only six remain within less than four minutes. These six now stand back-to-back, so no matter where Qin Feng appears, they will be detected immediately and face attacks from at least three of them. However, due to the sheer size of their bodies, the back-to-back formation leaves large gaps. Suddenly, Qin Feng appears directly above them, throws a round, black object into their midst, and then vanishes. This is a new product developed by Hou Bao, based on the last fire god hand grenade he has—smaller in size but with greater explosive power. As the hand grenade lands, it explodes instantly. Six were severely wounded—two collapsed to the ground, the other four were badly affected, and the back-to-back strategy completely failed. Thump, thump, thump… Three consecutive shots, and three more fell. Only one bullet remained in the magazine. Three mutant humanoids still stood before him. He intended to save this last bullet, return to Hou Elder, and have him thoroughly analyze it—ideally produce a batch of them—so that in future encounters, he would no longer face the predicament of running out of ammunition. As one of the fallen figures just managed to lift his upper body, the steel sword struck him hard across the back of the neck. Though the sharp blade failed to sever his head, that was no matter—just try again. Twice more, and a large, heavy head rolled like a ball across the ground, rolling helplessly to one side. He now knew for certain that these newly emerged elite assassins, just stepping out of their nutrient trays, could not possibly hold off the enemy's advance. With that, it was clear—adhere to the thirty-six strategies: retreat is the best course of action. Without hesitation, the staff members rushed toward the secret passage, where dozens of off-road vehicles and helicopters were already stationed. Alarms blared throughout the fortress, with red lights flashing continuously. Qin Feng, who had been engaged in combat with the last two mutated human-beasts, looked up and immediately concluded that the enemy was preparing to flee. "Have you all received my permission?" he asked. "Su Wu narrowed her eyes: 'I'd actually be glad if he never came back! That man is absolutely dull—always eating and drinking at our house for free, and constantly finding trouble with me. It would be perfect if he died outside! Then I'd never have to see that annoying face again!' The old man and his wife exchanged a glance, both shrugged simultaneously, and settled back to eating. ... Inside the stronghold, several vehicles surged out through the secret passage, all of them immediately accelerating. The mountain road was not far off, and it was a five-way junction—within a few minutes, they would be scattered and fleeing in different directions. Whizz-whizz—four single soldier anti-tank missiles roared out, striking four vehicles, their explosions spilling over to nearby ones. In the end, only one vehicle managed to make it out. Qin Feng remained calm, carrying a 120-millimeter rocket launcher out of the passage, aimed at that final vehicle, and pressed the launch button." Boom… Even the last vehicle couldn't escape being blown up. Qin, the young magnate, tossed aside his now-empty rocket launcher, sneered, "You want to make it out from under my watch? That's pure fantasy!" Whirr…whirr…whirr… The sound of helicopter propellers rose from the sky. He looked up and saw a transport aircraft taking off, escorted by two combat helicopters. Dart…dart…dart…dart…dart… The combat helicopters' cannons roared to life, firing a hail of bullets aimed directly at Qin Feng. He quickly ducked behind cover, exposing his head while clutching a 20-millimeter anti-vehicle rifle in his arms. This was a true game-changer—its effective range exceeded two kilometers, equipped with specialized armor-piercing rounds capable of penetrating 30-millimeter light armor within a one-kilometer radius. It could easily take on infantry combat vehicles, let alone the thinner armor of combat helicopters. Boom... With the dull sound of gunfire, a penetrating round struck the engine section of the armed helicopter on the right, sending thick black smoke rising beneath the rotor blades. The aircraft immediately lost control and spiraled downward. Boom... The second bullet shattered the front windshield of the transport plane, and the pilot's head, like that of a crushed watermelon, splattered with pulp and blood across the cabin. The co-pilot quickly transferred control to his side, pushing the control stick just slightly, before he could even steer—when suddenly, a third bullet struck him, killing him instantly in his seat. The transport plane, being large and heavy, crashed into the armed helicopter, and both aircraft exploded mid-air, transforming into massive fireballs. Hum... Hum... Hum... Suddenly, he heard the sound of helicopters approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw two identical transport helicopters flying in the opposite direction, approaching swiftly. Estimating the distance at no less than 1.5 kilometers, he realized that at this range, a penetrating round might not necessarily penetrate the other's armor. Never mind all that—let's just give it a try. He fired two shots in succession, and the bullets only scraped across the outer steel plates, producing a streak of sparks without causing any injury. On one of the aircraft, the silver-masked man clearly heard the bullet impact against the outer armor plate, exhaled in relief and said, "Well, we pulled off a good sound-and-illusion maneuver—otherwise, we'd be done!" "But, Lord Blood God, we've lost the entire fortress. How shall we explain this to Lord Blood Saint?" asked a bronze-masked man, accompanied by five others. The silver-masked man punched the cabin wall angrily, declaring, "We must avenge ourselves. Before we meet Lord Blood Saint, we must uncover the identity of our enemies—otherwise, when Lord Blood Saint is furious, we'll all be in serious trouble!" As soon as he finished speaking, the valley beneath them shook violently, stones flew into the air, flames erupted, and a fortress that had stood for decades was completely destroyed. Qin Feng, standing atop the mountain peak, stored the anti-vehicle rifle into his amulet, brushed the dust from his hands, and said with deep significance, "You really think you've escaped? Hah, that was merely a small trick of mine!" A tiny signal transmitter adheres to the inner sides of the landing gear of the two helicopters, its dark red light flashing continuously, sending out signals.