Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 462 - 266: One Man Destroys the Army, Thousand Enemies Slain_2

Chapter 462: Chapter 266: One Man Destroys the Army, Thousand Enemies Slain_2

He was spotted by the swarming drones on the water’s surface right away.

The controller quickly reported, "Eastern embankment, assailant discovered, Amaterasu, he’s completely unharmed! Repeat..."

Nearby Self-Defense Forces immediately moved toward the reported location.

The circling helicopter also re-established its lock on this area.

It was only when those Self-Defense Team soldiers came within a few dozen meters that they seemed to be stricken with an unknown toxin, their bodies losing control and lying on the ground, unable even to breathe, feeling their consciousness being swallowed by suffocation.

The followers finally realized something was off and exclaimed in panic, "Biological toxin, there’s a biological toxin here! Put on masks, quickly put on masks."

The helicopter above, also cautious of the nearby Self-Defense Teams’ armed armored vehicles, didn’t initiate the attack right away.

This delay proved to be too late.

Because Brian had already gotten his hands on the anti-aircraft machine guns on the armored vehicle!

He had targeted this place first precisely because of these weapons that could threaten his life.

The young officer didn’t wait to give another command.

Brian lifted the anti-aircraft machine gun, as tall as himself, aimed at the helicopter overhead, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da~

The muzzle flamed, spitting fire over half a meter.

Bullets, a circle thicker than a normal person’s thumb and twenty centimeters long, shot out as if guided, piercing through the helicopter’s cockpit and missile pods.

Boom~

One by one, the costly armed helicopters fell like targets to Brian’s gunfire.

The immense recoil of the machine gun, acting on his exaggerated physical strength, practically turned into a recoilless weapon, with bullets so precise it was as if he was using aim assist.

In the blink of an eye.

Seven or eight armed helicopters in the sky turned into wreckage, either blowing up on their own or losing control and crashing into the lakeside or the lake surface.

"And those buzzing little bugs!"

Brian swung the gun barrel toward the Self-Defense Team’s densest area.

Bang bang bang~

Bursts of blood mist exploded.

The Bullet-Proof Vests on the soldiers were practically no different from torn fabric, not even able to preserve whole bodies, as the machine gun shells tore them into bloody remnants, the scene extremely brutal.

After shooting, he switched guns!

Getting aroused by the killing.

Brian leaped onto the roof of the vehicle, killing anyone he saw, blowing up every vehicle he aimed at.

He had become the invincible cheat code version of Grand Theft Auto in reality.

In just over a minute.

Brian had emptied all the anti-aircraft machine gun bullets around him.

A few hundred members of the Self-Defense Team hadn’t even had time to pull their triggers before being shot dead or scattered; any head that poked out was instantaneously targeted. Even those seven or eight hundred meters away couldn’t escape Brian’s Eagle Eye + Supercomputer Perception ballistic correction, and all met a gruesome death, plunging the scene into deadly silence.

Some survivors, in just a short while, witnessed their comrades die horribly, turning the scene into a bloody slaughterhouse. They either lay on the ground scared out of their wits, mentally unhinged, screaming madly, or were so overcome by the strong smell of blood that they couldn’t stop vomiting, fragile enough to want to call for their mothers.

..

Listening to the dead silence and static in the communication channel.

The young officer and the group around him felt cold inside.

Hundreds of elite modern soldiers gone just like that?

Even slaughtering chickens isn’t this quick, right?

Brian dropped the machine gun in his hands, took clothes off a soldier killed by neurotoxin, wrapped them casually around his waist, then drew a Small Tachi and charged at them.

Seeing the enemy turn into an afterimage and dash over with exaggerated speed, the young officer knew the enemy deliberately spared them.

There was no way to escape from that exaggerated speed!

He drew his Small Tachi, face twisted with ferocity, "Fight to the death!"

Some tried to run.

Whoosh~

The blade glinted sharply.

The soldier attempting to escape was sliced in two by the young officer, his mangled body struggling on the ground, crying out in agony, the sound piercing.

This also deterred the remaining soldiers.

They gritted their teeth and pulled the trigger towards Brian rushing over from several hundred meters away.

Clang clang clang~

Countless bullets were flicked away and blocked by Brian using his blade.

This Small Tachi, passed down from Yamamoto Taku, its material so tough that even as the blade became worn and ragged, the sword itself remained firm.

Getting used to bullet impact.

Brian could even use slight adjustments in blade angle to effortlessly divert those bullets, grazing past the sword and reducing the impact on himself.

The powerful recoil, spreading throughout his body from his palm, was absorbed by his muscles, which surged like waves. Other than creating a visible circular blade shadow zone of absolute defense, not a single bullet could hit him.

Several elite snipers, armed with modified sniper rifles, tried to take their cold shots in desperation but found, even as soldiers with enhanced dynamic vision, they couldn’t hit that conspicuous storm of blades.

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Every time they fired, he would immediately dodge their large-caliber sniper and armor-piercing bullets.

It was useless if bullets couldn’t hit him, even if they could penetrate steel!

What can you do against such an enemy, other than bombard with missiles or cover with anti-aircraft gunfire?

..

Apart from those machine gun bullet rains.

Brian charged wildly, like a python pouncing on its prey, emitting a suffocating sense of despair.

Was facing this kind of monster’s charge any different from watching a truck plow towards you?

Despair!

Utter despair!

This time, even the junior officer’s ruthless execution could not suppress those soldiers from throwing down their weapons and fleeing heedlessly.