The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 619 - 612: Breaking the Spearhead

The passage was long and wide, allowing a medium-sized truck to pass through. However, the entire underground construction seemed shoddy, with signs of hasty completion everywhere. Most of its lighting wires were exposed, and there was no basic decorative work done.

But from a security perspective, the bunker had been very thoroughly fortified.

The entire bunker extended along a corridor to either side, which was the inevitable result of the need for rapid construction, but the corridor wasn’t straight. Instead, it meandered back and forth in an S shape. Then, at intervals along the bends of the S, there would be a blast-proof door—an essential feature of any underground fortification.

However, many blast-proof doors were only framed, some had been fitted with hydraulic switches, and others simply had spaces designated for future installation.

For Gao Yuan, there were too many areas to pay attention to. Alone, it was impossible to cover everything comprehensively. Hidden within the underground rooms flanking the corridor could be enemies armed to the teeth, or maybe stockpiles of military arms and ammunition, or possibly supplies of medicine and food, but none of that mattered to Gao Yuan.

What mattered was to charge ahead and chase after the fleeing members of the Sanitation Worker’s Elder Council.

In this battle, the Sanitation Workers hadn’t actually made any mistakes. Even though they had received false information, the Elder Council had still not made any major errors.

Yet, despite their overwhelming advantage, the Sanitation Workers faced the threat of a beheading crisis.

It was like a strong man fighting a five-year-old child—the strong man should have been able to knock the child down with a single punch, but now the strong man was at risk of having his head blown off. Why? Because the child had pulled out a gun and aimed it at the strong man’s head.

This was a classic example of losing inexplicably despite having a comprehensive advantage in strength and making no mistakes.

The only reason was that the Solar System Company had Satan, and Satan had Ram, who could carry out a beheading operation in an utterly unreasonable manner, and now with Gao Yuan involved, the success rate of such an operation had greatly increased.

So, it was just Gao Yuan and Ram left, but the two of them were still hot on the heels of the Sanitation Worker’s Elder Council, even though there were several hundred or even a thousand people protecting the Council.

Gao Yuan ran, but not too fast, because running too fast would cause him to lose touch with Ram, who was following behind.

At a distance of thirty meters behind Gao Yuan, Ram constantly held a shotgun, pushing himself to keep up with Gao Yuan as quickly as he could without sacrificing his ability to shoot accurately.

The first large-scale ambush by the enemy happened at the first corner. As Gao Yuan rounded it, he was met with a dense hail of bullets. He attracted all the gunfire, but the bullets only sparked against him, causing a stinging pain from their significant impact.

Gao Yuan shielded his eyes with his left hand, then waving the long knife in his right hand, he cut down the nearby enemies one by one amid their desperate screams and howls.

The enemy must have been in despair, as could be heard in their frantic screams.

Gao Yuan killed six men, but the real trump card of the enemy wasn’t these six gunmen.

A man covered in explosives, holding a detonator in one hand, screamed with a crying voice as he lunged at Gao Yuan.

The distance was less than two meters—it was a suicidal attack. A human bomb, under the cover of six men, waited for Gao Yuan to get close before detonating.

The Sanitation Workers were not without brave individuals, nor were they without those willing to sacrifice themselves. They had set a deadly trap with the lives of seven men.

But it was in vain, all because of Ram.

Gao Yuan could have killed the human bomb with a single slash, but as he cut through the chaotic trap, Ram fired his weapon.

Ram fired two shots, one bullet exploded a head, the other struck a hand, and then the human bomb, wrapped with dozens of kilograms of explosives and terrified of not killing Gao Yuan, just lay there on the ground.

Passing through the chaotic crowd, he spotted the biggest threat and turned what was supposed to be a certain kill into a joke. This was the might of the God of Guns.

As long as Gao Yuan held the front, Ram could unleash all his power.

As long as he had Ram covering his back, Gao Yuan could keep pushing forward.

Gao Yuan stepped over the human bomb without stopping, not even glancing down as he continued his charge forward.

And following close behind, Ram also charged through.

The enemy could burst out from any point along the passage, but the likelihood of them firing from behind was not great; the reason for this was quite simple.

They knew how fast Gao Yuan was. They knew that once he broke through their defenses, the chance of killing him from behind was practically nil.

That’s why the suicide bomber waited at the corner of the passage instead of indoors, aware that missing the opportunity meant no chance of catching up to Gao Yuan.

With Gao Yuan’s freakish survival instincts, explosions that were slightly too far away might not be lethal, and pursuing him to shoot or blow themselves up would be pointless.

If the enemy hadn’t fired before Gao Yuan, they usually lost the courage to fire at all.

But dangers still lurked for Ram since he was behind Gao Yuan; if the enemy let Gao Yuan pass or missed the chance to shoot him, the possibility remained that they might fire from behind Ram.

However, once again, after Gao Yuan had rolled through the passage like a tank at what was for him a relatively slow pace, no one capable, opportunistic, or brave enough to shoot Ram from behind remained.

The few cryingly determined individuals who attempted to block Gao Yuan represented the courage of the Sanitation Workers; now, their courage had been ruthlessly crushed underfoot.

Gao Yuan saw a Directional Mine, then his eyes trailed to the mines arranged along the passage.

A dense array of Directional Mines, tripwires, snares, and those controlled by an electronic switch stretching for about one hundred meters took up the entire passageway. If he wanted to get through, he had to brave his way through this minefield. Behind it, a small truck was parked; several people were running rapidly back along the corridor.

By pressing the detonator, the explosives in the truck would go off, destroying the passage. Even if it couldn’t kill Gao Yuan or bury him, it would at least block the path. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Yet one person gently placed a detonator on the ground, then slowly raised his hands and walked out from behind the truck, facing Gao Yuan and kneeling before him.

Ram didn’t fire, and Gao Yuan walked forward.

At this point, there was no way to tell whether it was an enemy scheme, such as luring Gao Yuan closer and then pressing the detonator.

Gao Yuan had no choice but to move forward.

Gao Yuan walked over, avoiding the trip wires of the Directional Mines. As for whether there was anyone nearby controlling the Directional Mines, he no longer considered it.

At this stage, there was no turning back.