I Received Messages From Future Self!-Chapter 310 - 306 The Limit Pull
Chapter 310: Chapter 306: The Limit Pull
Chapter 310 -306: The Limit Pull
“Taotie, we’ve got to figure out a way to fight our way out!”
After checking the remaining bullets, Tom said with a grave expression.
Taotie rolled his eyes at Tom, “No shit, you think I don’t know we have to fight our way out?”
“The key issue is, how do we fight our way out?”
“Can a pistol take on their submachine guns?”
Taotie felt so frustrated he wanted to bite someone; he had never fought in such an infuriating battle in his life. If they were outside, he’d have already grabbed his Strange Dagger and figured out a way to sneak up from behind and chop up those sons of turtles from Ragnarok.
But at this moment, they were trapped in a tomb chamber.
Facing the dense gunfire from the submachine guns, their Black Tech Bulletproof Vests simply couldn’t hold up, and Taotie was utterly out of ideas.
Taotie’s fiery temper wasn’t helping; although he had considered charging out, as soon as he showed his face, those son of a turtles would unleash a hail of bullets.
He was turned into a literal son of a turtle by those sons of turtles from Ragnarok, beaten so badly he couldn’t even lose his temper.
Hearing Taotie’s grumbles, Tom felt helpless too.
Without grenades, his combat effectiveness was reduced by more than half.
In terms of agility, he was no match for Taotie!
If Taotie couldn’t fight his way out, then Tom was even more at a loss.
Fortunately, the copper coffin in front of them was absurdly thick.
Like a giant turtle shell, thousands of submachine gun bullets had struck it, leaving only a dense patch of bullet pits and not even breaking through a single layer of the coffin wall.
Listening to the silence of gunfire outside the tomb chamber, Taotie peeked towards the door.
The next second!
The “rat-tat-tat” of submachine gun fire broke out!
A barrage of bullets rained down on Taotie head-on.
Taotie was already prepared.
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Before the gunfire sounded, he had already retreated his head.
The bullets didn’t even graze him.
All of them hit the copper coffin in front of him.
Making a “ding ding dang dang” collision noise.
Taotie, leaning on the copper coffin, was counting something on his fingers, “Outside there must be at least a dozen mercenaries. Based on the normal amount of ammunition carried out on a mission, each mercenary carries at least three magazines, with thirty bullets in each. They’ve fired about a thousand bullets so far.”
“Just hang in there. They don’t have many hundreds of bullets left. As soon as their submachine gun bullets run out, we’ll fight our way out.”
Hearing Taotie’s words, Tom was speechless.
A thousand bullets, man!
That’s enough for a small skirmish.
And now they were all being used to entertain just the two of them.
Tom didn’t know whether to bitterly laugh or feel fortunate, thinking about this, he suddenly felt a bit of pride…
A thousand bullets chasing after you without doing any harm, still able to chat and shoot the breeze, ain’t I badass?
Tom shook his head, scoffing at himself with a self-deprecating smile.
His way of finding joy in suffering really had a taste of Ah Q’s spirit.
“Tom, why don’t you think they’re using hand grenades?”
Taotie smacked his lips, speaking forthrightly, and said something that made Tom’s hair stand on end.
Hearing Taotie’s words, Tom was totally freaked out, what the hell kind of question was that?
So you’re disappointed they haven’t blown you up with a grenade…
You actually felt let down?
Shouldn’t you be thankful they haven’t used hand grenades?
If they really used grenades, neither of us would have a chance to survive!
And here you are feeling disappointed.
If it weren’t for the inappropriate situation, Tom really wanted to pee on Taotie’s head to wake him up.
“You’re a human being, not a Transformer.”
“Forget hand grenades, one bullet to the head and you’d be done for…”
Tom glared at Taotie and said angrily.
“You really lack a sense of humor…”
After being scolded by Tom, Taotie muttered softly.
Tom rolled his eyes at Taotie.
Hearing that the gunfire outside had stopped, Tom quickly peered out, saw no one rushing in, and fired two shots as a warning before promptly ducking back.
Listening to the return fire from the other side, Tom smiled with satisfaction.
That’s more like it!
When the kids go quiet, mischief is sure to come.
Tom needed to keep the mercenaries on their toes.
Otherwise, he was really afraid these sons of turtles would swarm in.
Guarding the tomb room door and starving Tom and Taotie to death was a reluctant strategy by Ragnarok.
The Ragnarok Mercenaries had indeed tried to rush them, hoping to shoot Tom and Taotie to death with submachine guns.
However, Tom and Taotie’s marksmanship was simply too accurate, headshot after headshot, and the tomb room door was too narrow, with only enough space for one person to pass through at a time. After a few attempted assaults that sent some unlucky folks to their doom, they all ended up with their heads blown off by Tom and Taotie.
Charging in was tantamount to suicide—a pointless death at that.
Who would dare go on the offensive? They could only block the door.
After all, they had plenty of supplies, while Taotie and Tom didn’t even have backpacks, clearly not equipped with any provisions. Thus the squad leader of the Ragnarok Mercenaries made a decision that went against all ancestral wisdom—if they couldn’t kill Tom and Taotie, they’d starve them, thirst them, and exhaust them to death instead.
The Ragnarok Mercenaries, working in pairs, guarded the tomb room door, taking shifts, ready for a war of attrition against Tom and Taotie.
If Tom and Taotie poked their heads out, they’d shoot.
If they withdrew, they’d cease fire.
As long as they didn’t let the two escape, victory would eventually belong to the Ragnarok Mercenary Group.
“Taotie, what do you think is inside the copper coffin?”
Tom, leaning against the copper coffin, asked curiously.
“A corpse, burial objects, what else?”
Taotie replied noncommittally.
Tom blinked: “Then…”
“Could the corpse inside be like those in the stone coffins, able to come back to life?”
Taotie was startled upon hearing Tom’s words.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up!
“Old Tom, what a great idea!”
Taotie laughed.
“Hmm?”
“Could it really come back to life?”
Tom asked, surprised.
Tom hadn’t expected his casual remark to actually hit the mark.
“The corpse in this copper coffin does indeed have a certain chance of being an old sticky rice dumpling!”
Taotie said excitedly.
“This coffin is formally known as the Golden Horned Copper Coffin!”
“In ancient China, it was specially cast to suppress the dead.”
“Only when the corpse had already undergone the transformation at the time of burial, would they choose a Golden Horned Copper Coffin for the remains.”
Taotie patted the Golden Horned Copper Coffin, educating Tom about the purpose of this type of coffin.
“Then can you make the corpse come to life?”
Tom quickly pressed on.
Taotie smiled mysteriously: “It’s worth a try!”
“Come on, let’s find a way to pry open the coffin lid first.”
“As long as the corpse inside isn’t rotted away, I can make the old sticky rice dumpling sit up!”
As he spoke, Taotie inserted the Strange Dagger into the gap of the coffin lid, and seeing this, Tom followed suit, jabbing in the spearhead of his spear.
“I’ll count to three, and we’ll lift together!”
Taotie whispered.
Tom nodded, indicating he understood.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Three!”
As Taotie uttered “three,” he and Tom exerted force simultaneously, prying at the lid of the Golden Horned Copper Coffin. With their continuous effort, the sound of “kaka” could be heard as the several-hundred-pound lid of the coffin was gradually levered open…
