North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 557 - 319 The Downfall of Lucifer Part 4

It had been less than two minutes from the moment they detected the situation to their arrival as reinforcements. In that short time, two positions, twelve fully-armed elite soldiers—all dead!

My God! What kind of enemy are they facing?

「...」

Kill all the soldiers guarding the door.

Dean casually discarded the empty Gatling gun, drew a pair of submachine guns, and quickly ran towards the corridor.

As he approached the hall, a strong stench of blood wafted through the air.

Dean slowed his pace.

Around the corner, a scene akin to Hell unfolded before his eyes.

Humanoid beasts, clad in standard prison garb, lay on the ground, feasting voraciously. All manner of viscera and filth were scattered about; long intestines dragged along, sticking to the bloody corridor floor, painting a grotesque oil painting from Hell...

Beneath the mask, Dean pursed his lips and silently raised his guns, pulling the trigger.

RATATAT!

Bursts of orange flames sprayed forth.

One by one, the humanoid beasts were precisely headshot.

The remaining feeding creatures, startled by the noise, stopped their feast and looked up towards the corridor. Their bloodshot eyes, set in grisly faces smeared with blood, were enough to make even the most mentally fortified soldier wet his pants on the spot.

Dean remained expressionless, continuing his rapid fire, which resembled precise bursts.

Thanks to his powerful learning ability and physical control, he had mastered a wide range of common firearms, reaching Mastery Level—a feat unmatched by anyone before him.

With a gun in hand, he was a god!

He killed everything in sight!

Especially when dual-wielding submachine guns!

Over a hundred humanoid beasts didn't last ten seconds before they all hit the deck.

After changing magazines, Dean stepped over the floor, which was covered in sticky blood and bits of flesh, slowly treading into the even more nauseating hall.

CLICK.

After he entered, a dozen masked armed personnel, carrying submachine guns, aimed from above at Dean, who had just walked in, ready to pull the trigger. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Little did they know, Dean, as if he had eyes on the top of his head, raised his guns.

Those men had barely poked their heads out when they turned into a pile of smashed watermelons.

Watching the surveillance monitors, Dr. Sean, a case in his hand, and the group of senior scientific researchers behind him were all stupefied by the image of the man in the clown mask.

How could someone's marksmanship reach such a level?

Dr. Sean swallowed hard and said doubtfully, "This guy... is he a robot disguised as a human?"

No one could answer his question.

It wasn't until they saw the man walking toward the upper corridor that Dr. Sean spoke again. He then spitefully commanded, "Turn on the magnetic field again and release all the remaining test subjects!"

"Doctor, the base's reserve energy is already low!"

"Stop wasting time! Release them all!"

After saying this, Dr. Sean and the researchers behind him stared fixedly at the surveillance footage.

Disrupted by the magnetic field, the screen filled with distorted static.

When the image cleared, the man in the mask, now on the staircase, was empty-handed.

He had been disarmed!

Observing the newly released humanoid beasts on the monitor, Dr. Sean, fists waving and breathing heavily, said spitefully, "Tear this bastard apart! With no guns, let's see how you survive!"

The Catalytic Agent causes the natural self-limiting protections within the human body to disappear.

Any test subject that survives develops strength pushing the limits of human genetic endurance!

No one, unarmed, could survive against such a group of beasts!

This guy is as good as dead!

Dr. Sean waved his fists in a fit of rage.

The psychological pressure exerted by the person in the clown mask on the footage far exceeded that of the previous hundred fully armed Marines.

「...」

On the stairs, Dean tilted his head. Watching the oncoming humanoid beasts, he pondered for a moment and decided not to retrieve more weapons from Subspace.

The position was a bit awkward. There were no weapons left by the soldiers on the ground, and cameras were everywhere.

Subspace is no longer an option.

He clenched his fists and strode to the second-floor corridor, assuming a sprinting stance, waiting for the beasts to enter his engagement range.

"Is this guy preparing to jump over those beasts and sprint a hundred meters?"

A group of researchers controlling the magnetic field equipment laughed as they discussed the masked man's posture on the monitor.

No one showed discomfort at the bloodshed on screen.

These researchers, though seemingly weak, had witnessed more carnage than many ordinary people would see in their entire lives.

A minor scene, nothing more.

While these people used jokes to alleviate the tension of being surrounded, the figure wearing the clown mask in the footage moved!

Dean stomped his foot on the ground. His body, like a tensed bow, shot his fists forward like arrows. The instant he made contact with the humanoid beasts, countless afterimages of his fists appeared as he smashed into them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosive reports thundered through the air.

His fists, carrying the explosive force of arrows, struck like two massive hammers, brutally smashing the heads of the three leading humanoid beasts.

Having thrown his punches, Dean didn't look back. He advanced with draconic power and tiger-like steps, brushing past the bodies of the beasts he'd struck as he relentlessly pushed forward.

Behind him, the three bodies, carried by inertia, went limp and collapsed onto the corridor floor. They slid forward, a steaming hot mixture of red and white fluid gushing from their ears, exposed to the air.

In a single, continuous assault, he crushed the skulls of more than ten humanoid beasts.

His initial burst of strength waned, and new power had yet to gather. Undeterred, endless humanoid beasts, their faces contorted with a craving for flesh, opened their mouths wide and continued to charge forward, wave after wave.