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In the completely engulfed clinic, Jim was like a lightning bolt in the darkness, raging like a storm in the chaotic space. The stick in his hand became the tool for unleashing his wildness, with each swing carrying uncontrollable power and precision, tearing through every enemy mercilessly like a whirlwind in the night.
With every heavy blow of the stick on the thugs, the deafening impact and the ensuing screams only fueled Jim's primal frenzy. In the darkness, he couldn't see his own hands, but he could feel the thick smell of iron and blood in the air, which only excited him more, making each attack more fierce.
In this dark and bloody rain, Jim seemed to become a cold-blooded artist, using a bat and the enemies' blood as his brush, splashing on this chaotic canvas. Every step he took was filled with wild elegance, every attack so precise and deadly. The screams and cries of the thugs around became the background music to his frenzy, and he was the only protagonist in this bloody dance, violent yet elegant, completely unbound by any rules.
boss Baobao, the originally relaxed and confident gang leader, suddenly became nervous and fearful. The emergency situation in the darkness made him lose his composure, and he quickly drew a gun from his waist, starting to shoot randomly, trying to use the flash of the bullets to find the direction of the attack. Every time he pulled the trigger, the muzzle flash briefly illuminated the surroundings in the darkness, but also exposed his own position.
At this critical moment of life and death, a blurry figure flashed in the darkness, wielding what seemed to be some kind of weapon. boss Baobao tried to aim the gun at the swiftly moving figure, calculating how to hit the target with a shot. But at this crucial moment, a bullet suddenly flew past his ear, the sharp sound of the wind seemed to cut a painful trajectory in the air, piercing through his eardrums, leaving a burning sensation.
This sudden attack left boss Baobao in so much pain that he could hardly stand. His hand hung weakly, the gun almost slipping from his fingers. The ringing in his ears was like a stampede in his mind, making it impossible for him to focus. At this moment of uncertainty, boss Baobao was no longer the high and mighty gang leader, but a trapped animal seeking a way to survive. He retreated in panic, trying to find any place to hide, hoping to survive this sudden attack. In the darkness, his usually threatening and authoritative voice became high-pitched and full of panic, like a hunted prey seeking a glimmer of hope in despair.
In this narrow space filled with gun smoke and danger, every gunshot feels like a declaration of the threshold between life and death. Emily, facing this sudden attack, displays astonishing calm and professionalism. Every pull of the trigger carries a cold determination, and even in the darkness, she is able to rely on faint light and the movements of the enemy to make precise shots. "Damn! Missed," she curses under her breath, but it doesn't affect her focus at all. She takes aim again, and the bullet, like a messenger of death, seeks the next target in the narrow corridor.
As for Jim, the berserker on the battlefield, he demonstrates his astonishing combat skills. The wooden stick in his hand is not just a weapon, but a tool in his game of wits with death. When the stick smashes into a thug's head, it's not just an attack, but a declaration that he will never retreat in this game of life and death. His movements are like lightning in the night. After a nimble leap, he suddenly kicks off the wall, as if stepping on an invisible spring, freeing himself from the constraints of gravity. Then, a powerful punch strikes directly at a thug's temple, concentrating all the strength in his body. The explosive force in that moment is enough to make anyone tremble.
In the midst of this rapid and fierce series of attacks, Jim and Emily, like hunters in the night, calmly and ruthlessly reduced the number of enemies. Every gunshot, every impact, reverberated in this narrow space, proving their indomitable determination and courage in battle. In this sudden life-and-death showdown, they were not only fighting for their own survival, but also proving to the entire Valkyrie mercenary group that even in the face of darkness and death, they would never back down.
boss Baobao felt an unprecedented panic in this sudden darkness and chaos. His mind was filled with incredulity - how could things suddenly turn out like this? The henchmen he brought with him had always been rampant in this area, invincible, but now they were falling one by one like a harvested field. This was a situation he had never encountered before.
In the darkness, his vision was limited, and he could only judge the intensity of the battle by the sounds of struggle and screams that reached his ears. Every time he heard someone fall, his heart clenched fiercely. It was a feeling of fear, a fear that he, as a gang leader, had never experienced before.
"Damn it, fight faster!" boss Baobao's voice echoed in the darkness, as he tried to inspire his men, but the panic in his voice unintentionally failed to boost any morale. "There are only a few of them, hurry up! Hurry!" he shouted again, but this time it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that there was still hope.
However, as time passed second by second, boss Baobao felt not a turning point, but despair. With a gun in his hand, the fear in his heart made him hesitant to advance, only able to continuously retreat in place, and his shouts became weaker and weaker. At this moment, he finally realized that he was not facing an ordinary opponent, but a group of warriors dancing like ghosts in the darkness, with each attack being precise and deadly.
The pride and arrogance in boss Baobao's heart were completely shattered at this moment, leaving only fear of the unknown and a strong desire for life.
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