The leader of the enemies was flabbergasted, unable to comprehend why this middle-aged man before them was suddenly asking such a bizarre question.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" the leader of the Salvation Army asked, puzzled.
"It might rain today," Third Uncle continued, his eyes glancing sideways towards Li Yu and the others who were encircling to the side.
"Could he be an idiot?" a certain little Luo murmured.
Meanwhile, Li Yu and those behind Third Uncle had quickly formed a surrounding position around the Salvation Army members, all hiding behind pillars without revealing themselves.
Li Yu raised his hand to signal.
Third Uncle realized what was happening and gently lowered the firearm he was holding.
Relieved, the Salvation Army leader and Director Qian, both wielding guns, also slowly lowered their handguns.
The Salvation Army had always been short on firearms and ammunition, which couldn't endure long consumption. Now, bullets were limited and counted. Even the handgun in the leader's hand had only two magazines.
Li Yu, behind Third Uncle, noticed that the Salvation army had lowered their handgun and not aimed at Third Uncle, quickly fired his gun.
A single shot struck the leader's hand. This person could not die; he was the highest-ranking leader to have arrived here, with the most knowledge, and keeping him alive would yield more information.
Half a second after the first shot, another shot hit Director Qian's gun-hand, and the handgun simultaneously fell to the ground.
With two gunshots ringing out, the Salvation Army leader hadn't had time to shout.
Gunfire broke out from behind them.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted loudly.
Li Yu and the others who had surrounded the Salvation Army had been prepared for this. Before arriving, they had already planned to quickly eliminate the enemy and avoid dragging things out.
The situation on the ground was unfolding. At the front of the street was Third Uncle, wielding a submachine gun and continuously firing at the Salvation Army.
On the left and right sides, Li Yu, Dapao, Yang Tianlong, and others rained bullets upon the Salvation Army.
Like cutting down wheat, members of the Salvation Army fell in swathes.
The street was already open, with nothing to provide cover, so the Salvation Army members were like lambs to the slaughter under the guns of Li Yu and his team.
Li Yu had always had this habit, to deal with the enemy before any words if possible, so there was little room for the enemy to resist.
And there was no time for any idle chatter.
After being struck by bullets, the Salvation Army leader howled in agony but immediately, upon hearing the surrounding gunfire, suppressed the pain of his pierced wrist bone, clutched the wound tightly with his right hand, and dropped to the ground.
This drop saved his life, as the bullets that flew towards him soon after narrowly missed his head.
Bullets poured down like rain upon the bodies of a hundred.
Originally, the Salvation Army brought a little over a hundred people, fewer than two hundred.
But before this, with Third Uncle fighting alone, nearly 60 had already been killed. Now, on this street, with about a hundred remaining, they had little power to resist against firepower.
The tragedy of the survival of the fittest, the tragedy of hitting a hard rock.
In less than a few minutes, only wails of agony remained in the street.
After all, not everyone is a sharpshooter; people like Uncle and Fourth Uncle, although they have used firearms in the base, this time they are truly taking up guns to kill.
There is always a first time for everything. How else can one grow?
So, even knowing their Spear Skills aren't very good, they were still brought along. This too, is a form of training. I believe after this time, they will become more adapted to this post-apocalyptic world.
A single tree cannot make a forest; people at the base must grow.
The gunfire ceased, and Li Yu and the others drew their Long Knives and started heading towards these people.
Often in movies and TV shows, we see characters not delivering a finishing stab after defeating an enemy, allowing for the enemy to have a chance to escape and later surface to seek revenge.
Li Yu always made it a point to deliver the finishing stab to his enemies. This habit had been adopted by everyone else at the base, who now did the same.
Li Yu did not go to finish off the fallen enemies, but instead approached the Salvation Army leader hiding behind a few bodies. When he had shot earlier, he had been very careful to avoid this man.
The purpose was not to kill him, at least not yet.
There is much about Brother Mao that is uncertain, which calls for someone to verify.
The leader squinted his eyes, searching the ground for his Handgun that had been dropped earlier,
slowly turned his head, sinking it down as if trying to play it cool, but seeing Li Yu and his people relentlessly delivering finishing stabs,
he figured his turn would come eventually.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he spied an opportunity, immediately rose to his feet, and bolted toward a narrow alley; but the alley was quite distance away from the street, not to mention the street was littered with corpses, causing him to trip.
Li Yu watched him and yelled, "Move again, and I'll shoot."
The leader immediately stopped, and as if resigned to his fate, suddenly went from panic to calm.
Li Yu saw some survivors on the ground, most with gunshot wounds, so he had Dapao gather them for questioning.
The leader saw this man who made quick and decisive kills and roughly understood why Brother Mao and the others hadn't returned.
There was absolutely no room for recovery, not even a chance to speak, just immediate shooting.
He even felt that compared to these ruthless and ferocious people, they, the Salvation Army, were meek as lambs.
"I'm coming over, I've been shot, don't kick me, ah!" A cry of alarm came from nearby.
One of the Salvation Army members was shot in the thigh but was otherwise unharmed. Lying on the ground unwilling to move, Dapao kicked him not only once but also thrust a knife into the man's other leg.
This Salvation Army member wanted to cry but had no tears. Seeing Dapao's cold expression, he didn't dare linger, but with both legs now injured, he couldn't stand up.
However, he couldn't afford to pause even for a moment; on the contrary, he crawled forward with effort, moving surprisingly quickly.
Some Salvation Army members wanted to resist, but typically Li Yu's side worked in pairs, one delivering the stab while the other watched.
Yang Tianlong and Third Uncle, one in front and one behind, were always watching the street for anyone trying to stand up, promptly executing them on the spot.
Two individuals tried to play dead, only to be ruthlessly shot dead.
In less than 10 minutes, the Salvation Army of over a hundred were reduced to less than 10.
But these Salvation Army members, mostly wounded, were huddled on the ground moaning, looking at Li Yu and the others as if they were seeing demons.
Fourth Uncle had always been rather naive, slow to react to many things. Having killed some enemies together before, he now looked at the corpses on the ground, seemingly unfazed.