Chapter 343: The Ghost in the Camouflage Uniform

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They were looking at the devil himself!

The Devil! That was the first thought that flashed into the Libyan rebel fighters' minds who rushed into the residential building. A man who did not fear guns and could simply and brutally kill anyone with just a steel rod mustn't be considered a man. He must be the devil that broke out of the deepest level of hell. His blood-red eyes were evidence enough.

The one-sided killing went on without abate, and at least a dozen or more rebel fighters threw their guns away, scared out of their wits. They ran toward the ground floor, screaming at the top of their lungs all the way down. They only had one thought in their heads–Run! Run from the devil! They only wished that they had been born with more legs at that very moment.

After they escaped from the residential building, they went back to their unit. The fleeing rebel fighters collapsed to the ground immediately, looking weak and pale, and they were gasping for air. Their faces and foreheads were covered in a cold sweat, and some wet their pants, losing control of their bladders in fear.

"What the hell is going on? Where are the others?"

Hamis walked up to them and kicked one of the soldiers as he questioned them.

"T-they, they are all ... all dead, he is not a man, he's the devil, he's the devil himself ..."

One of the escaped rebel fighters said as he gazed blankly into space, and his voice was shaking as he explained, "He... he used only a steel rod, h-he smashed our heads open like they were watermelons, blood and brain matter were... It was a nightmare!"

BARF! Recalling the carnage he had just witnessed, he couldn't hold it in anymore and started puking up, spewing vomit on Hamis's shoes.

"Useless b*stard!"

The corners of Hamis' mouth twitched, then in a rage, he kicked the soldier right in his chest.

BOOM!

The Libyan rebel fighter was sent flying back with a sickening thud. After landing heavily on the floor, not only did he throw up what was in his stomach but also a tremendous quantity of blood along with it.

Hamis stopped showing any concern for the dozen or so soldiers who had fled the carnage. He turned and glared at the residential building from a distance, gritted his teeth, and yelled, "Blow it up! Blow that d*mn building up with all the shells we have! I want him buried in rubble together with that building!"

He was furious because only about a dozen out of two hundred soldiers he sent into the building came out alive. Together with the number of soldiers who perished previously, the loss was more than what he expected. The chief would not be happy, and he could forget about any reward him even if he killed all those Hua Nation soldiers. Instead, he would be severely punished because of that.

"Yes, sir."

His adjutant turned around and passed on his order.

" WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! BOOM-BOOOOM!

A dozen explosive shells were lobbed from the battery of heavy mortars, landing on the residential building, rounds after rounds. Nothing was spared as the barrage of mortar rounds continued unabated, striking the building as if they did not cost a penny.

After continuous bombardment, a massive cloud of smoke and dust billowed from the building. Debris from the shattered concrete walls fell to the ground as the residential building took on more damage than it could bear. After five or six salvos, the structure lost its integrity and began to shift precariously. Soon, it collapsed, slowly at first, then suddenly everything came down in a heap of rubble. It looked like a controlled implosion in a demolition project.

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