Xisuo thought so, and then he saw the bodyguards who had brought the heavy weapons had not achieved any success.
Several bodyguards were hiding behind a wall with a shooting window open, where a machine gun was mounted, hoping to sweep Miao Lun to his death on the spot as he approached.
But as Miao Lun made his way through, it was as if he had anticipated the danger in advance. The biometric radar abilities he inherited from the Purple Light Bat made any attempt at ambush completely futile.
A grenade was tossed into the recently opened firing window by Miao Lun.
Several bodyguards screamed in terror.
Amidst the splattering of shrapnel and the cries of agony, Miao Lun stepped forward to shoot each fallen bodyguard, lifted the heavy machine gun with his feet, and grasped it firmly in his hands, draping the ammunition belt over his shoulder.
"Still, this big guy feels comfortable to use."
Miao Lun revealed a bloodthirsty and ruthless smile, for he had traveled light and had not carried heavy armor or a large-caliber machine gun.
Recently, the Beautiful Country had been very strict with inspections; even the slightest suspicion would lead to a search, and even though he could kill anyone who inspected him and flee, it would affect the progress of his mission, so he did not carry those inconvenient things.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ammunition belt wildly jumped, and in front of Miao Lun, these bodyguards were as vulnerable as sheep before a tiger; their so-called resistance was nothing more than a one-sided massacre.
The heavy machine guns and sniper rifles specially placed in the villa for defense, including various traps, were always neutralized by Miao Lun's preemptive radar before they could be effective. He would blow their heads off as if he had the entire map exposed in front of him.
Occasionally, stray bullets from rifles and submachine guns hit Miao Lun, but he seemed unaffected, even though he was not wearing the impressively defensive steel heavy armor.
In the midst of battle, Miao Lun moved as fast as the wind, crossing distances of over ten meters with a single stride.
Many bodyguards didn't have time to react before losing sight of him, and then their heads were pierced by bullets that followed.
With a heavy machine gun in hand, Miao Lun accelerated his killing, many bodyguards were directly hit by 12.7-caliber bullets, breaking arms and legs, cutting waists in half, leaving the scene a bloody mess.
Xisuo, whose lips turned white with fear, watched in disbelief as his elite bodyguards were slaughtered like chickens and dogs, blood smeared everywhere.
This group of bodyguards, as expected, collapsed under Miao Lun's assault, scattering in panic, but Miao Lun did not let them escape easily as bullets chased and bit at their heels.
Xisuo had hired fifty elite bodyguards, but now they were running for cover.
Some bodyguards, in a desperate bid to survive, sought to hide under beds and in wardrobes, or simply played dead.
But these little tricks couldn't fool Miao Lun with his biometric radar. His machine gun fired through wardrobes and bed boards, killing those hiding as blood trickled down from the crevices.
Killing as he went, not a single person, not even a dog that had entered the villa that day would survive.
After dealing with these small fries, Miao Lun's ultrasonic biological radar indicated there was no other living person left, so he stepped upstairs into the villa.
"Reinforced concrete and alloy doors are not thick enough, do you think this will help?"
Miao Lun looked at the steel alloy door blocking his path, first sprayed the same area continuously with the heavy machine gun until the steel twisted and deformed.
Then, he grabbed the deformed area with both hands, his arm veins bulging, his arms thickening, secreting the protective insect shell of his exoskeleton, and tore the steel door apart, walking in calmly.
Several pistol bullets were fired at Miao Lun's face, passing through the mask but were deflected by the exoskeleton that had grown on his face.
Xisuo kept his finger on the trigger, unable to release it, not even realizing he needed to reload after firing blanks.
Those few shots had drained him of all his courage.
Miao Lun turned around, his eyes cold and indifferent like a nightmare, staring down at Xisuo and his family, who were screaming and crying like quails.
"Husband, talk to me! I don't want to die, wuu, I don't want to die!"
Xisuo trembled, knelt to the ground, and shouted, "I have money, a lot of money. Is ten million US dollars enough, a hundred million dollars, I will pay a hundred million US dollars for my life. Please don't kill me, there's a head for a debt, and it was the head of the family, Pedro, who offended you, I have nothing to do with this."
"Don't worry, we'll be sending Pedro down to join you soon enough, not one will escape. As for your money, keep it to spend in hell,"
Miao Lun's expression on his face remained unchanged, like an emotionless assassin, as he pointed the gun at Xisuo.
Bullets tore through bodies, and after several quick screams, a group of people huddled in the corner, already dead from the random shooting.
After the killing, Miao Lun stepped forward to check for survivors to prevent any unexpected ones from living through.
Once confirming his victory, Miao Lun then looked at Xisuo's deathly wide eyes and spat out contemptuously, "When your Beautiful Country bombed the Mande Region back then, I didn't see them stop firing because they might hurt civilians."
Having said that, Miao Lun turned and walked out of Villa No. 24, the whole process seemed complicated, but it all happened in just five minutes.
Only at this moment did the sound of sirens finally approach from a distance.
Miao Lun, upon exiting, came face to face with the racing police cars.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Miao Lun didn't pause, pulling the trigger, as large 12.7 caliber machine gun bullets turned the police cars into a beehive of holes.