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The fourth floor was empty and unguarded.

The fifth floor was a mainly entertainment floor. In order to go through the stairs, one had to go through the fitness equipment area and the bar.

There are fifteen "Dark Blade s" here.

Soldiers.

They had taken advantage of the terrain in advance, hiding behind exercise equipment and counters and posts, automatic weapons loaded and ready to fire.

These fifteen people were well-prepared. When Ye Zheng showed his face, they would immediately turn him into a hornet's nest.

However, when they thought of the deaths of their comrades in the lower levels, they still felt waves of chill in their hearts.

Ye Zheng actually strode up the stairs.

The ambushers heard his footsteps approaching and their heartbeats quickened.

Was this guy extremely confident, or was he crazy to the extreme?

The fifth floor's cover could effectively defend against 9 mm bullets. They were in the dark, Ye Zheng was in the open, who would give him the guts to launch a sneak attack?

Could this body of flesh and blood even dodge such a dense barrage of bullets?

"Is anyone there?"

Ye Zheng's arrogant voice came from the stairs.

There was silence, a silence so quiet it was terrifying.

"No matter how many of you there are, I'll clear this floor within a minute."

Ye Zheng's words carried a hint of terrifying self-confidence, "If there's someone who cares about their life, then please stay out of this matter, put down your weapon and walk out of the fire escape."

"Come on, come on, you monster!"

A Darkblade soldier muttered, her hand was already covered with cold sweat.

"Should I squat behind the treadmill or stand sideways behind the pillar?"

His companion beside him was covered in sweat as he spoke incoherently, "I just feel... "It's more imposing standing, but …"

"Shut up!"

The soldier's voice trembled.

At this time, Ye Zheng's figure flashed, and his feet landed on the ground of the fifth floor.

His movement technique was as swift and fierce as a ghost, so fast that it was impossible to capture!

Then the whine of the bullets filled the floor.

Ye Zheng had said that he would clear the entire floor within a minute.

Speaking of which, he had to do it.

Fourth second... Ye Zheng quickly moved to the side, each of his hands holding onto a CLOCK-17.

The two blasters didn't have any silencers installed, so the sound wasn't "pfft pfft".

'Bang! Bang! '

A crisp sound.

In the blink of an eye, there were two "Dark Blade" hiding behind the bar.

The soldier was hit in the head and fell to the ground with a miserable cry.

Sixteenth second... Ye Zheng suddenly jumped up, the dense cluster of bullets sweeping past his body, every single one of them had the possibility to kill him.

However, Ye Zheng seemed to have matured in his chest, as if all the time in the world was under his control!

He ran two steps with ease and lowered his body. His upper body was almost parallel to the ground. His knees slid on the smooth ground. He opened his hands and pulled the trigger. "Bang! Bang!"

Screams could be heard from both sides. The soldier on the left was shot in the middle of his forehead and collapsed to the ground as if he had been electrocuted. The one on the right had his arteries cut off by the bullet and was struggling desperately in a pool of blood.

Twenty-third second … A Darkblade soldier who was hiding behind an overturned wooden table roared loudly. She extended her hand that was holding onto the short Uz out and shot blindly.

Ye Zheng shot four bullets at him, and through his lower abdomen and chest.

"Stupid!" This kind of table cannot be bulletproof! "

Ye Zheng shouted loudly.

"Thirty seconds..." "Dark Blade."

The soldiers tried their best to catch Ye Zheng's moving trajectory, but the bullets they shot only hit the air and all the ornaments on the walls on the floor became a mess.

Ye Zheng's feet pushed off and he leapt high into the air. With a few crisp sounds, two of the soldiers hiding behind Treadmill were hit and fell to the ground.

39 seconds … Ye Zheng's figure did not stop at all, he did not need to stop his steps to take aim, but rather, he fired while he was moving.

A Darkblade soldier who was hiding behind a sofa was hit on the forehead, falling onto the ground. Even when she was about to die, her stiff fingers still had not left Wu Zhe's trigger.

"Da Da Da Da Da!"

The two companions beside him were hit by a dozen bullets each. Their bodies spasmed as they fell to the ground.

Forty-fifth second... Ten Darkblade soldier s had already died under Ye Zheng's bullets.

As for the remaining people, three of them were still desperately shooting away in an attempt to capture the ghost-like figure, while the other two turned around and fled.

They had never seen such one-sided slaughter. Their minds had already collapsed!

"Ungrateful."

As Ye Zheng said that, two bullets passed through the two escapees from behind, blood spurted out from their chest and their corpses were lying on the ground.

51 seconds … Of the remaining three, one was hiding behind the back of the retractor, and the other two were hiding behind the sleeper barbell.

They had already emptied one of the magazine's bullets and were frantically installing a new one.

The soldier behind the backpack was scared out of his wits. His hands were trembling, and no matter what, the long magazine was not able to fit into the handle of Wu Qi.

He wasn't careful and the bullets fell all over the ground. He was so scared that he lost his head and actually stretched his body out to pick up the bullets.

"Bam!"

As soon as his head appeared, his temple was punctured. With a plop, his corpse fell to the ground.

"Too nervous."

Ye Zheng said.

59 seconds … The two men behind the barbell howled and stood up, exposing their bodies in a desperate pose.

Ye Zheng raised his hands and the CLOCK-17 on his left hand let out a fatal scream. A soldier was hit in the chest and fell to the ground.

He pulled the trigger with his right hand and the weapon unexpectedly got stuck.

"How preposterous!"

Ye Zheng thought as he quickly ran over.

Just as the last soldier lifted up his leg,'s foot kicked his wrist. His weapon flew far away.

Immediately after, Ye Zheng's other leg kicked out, landing on the opponent's lower abdomen. The soldier fell to the ground, sliding for a few meters.

"This is for you!"

Ye Zheng picked up the barbell he was using and threw it towards him.

This barbell was at least forty kilograms in weight. However, under Ye Zheng's one hand, it was as if it was weightless.

The last soldier was hit head-on by the barbell and his skull was smashed into pieces. Blood and flesh were scattered all over the ground, and only one of his legs was still twitching slightly.

A minute later.

Fifteen fully armed soldiers. Corpses were strewn all over the ground, and the entire fifth floor was like a battlefield.

Ye Zheng had said before that he wanted to clean the entire floor.

Although it was a few seconds longer than the expected time, he still kept his promise.

Ye Zheng snorted, leaving the two CLOCK-17 behind. He retrieved two more similar weapons from his waist, walked across the messy floor with large strides, and headed for the stairs.

Twelfth floor.

Lang Xi closed his eyes, as if in deep meditation.

Liu Mulin was a little nervous, his right hand was moving randomly.

Liu Mulin's fiancee, also known as Xiao Chuhuan, had currently changed into a set of tightly fitting black leather clothes.

"He broke through to the fifth floor."

Lang Xi suddenly opened his eyes, which shone brightly.