Chapter 347: Who Can Stop Him?

Chang'an Street was now in chaos, with people screaming and fleeing like headless flies, completely lacking any order, as if being pursued by an invisible beast. Anyone who ran a little slower would be instantly caught and torn to pieces.

Gunfire erupted intermittently, sounding like firecrackers during a festival. But unlike the celebratory firecrackers, these gunshots were like a scythe of death hanging over everyone's heads, and no one knew when it would suddenly descend and sever someone's head.

On the street outside Dongdan, the scene resembled a war-torn area in Somalia. A bus and several small cars were haphazardly stopped in the middle of the road. The bus was riddled with holes like a lotus seed pod, some of which were still oozing blood. It was unclear how many people had been shot inside the bus before they could escape. No one was standing inside; they were either crouched down in fear or had fallen to the ground, moaning in pain.

Several police cars and armored trucks had formed a barricade, surrounding the area. An officer was using a loudspeaker to address the situation: "Zhang Wei, you are surrounded. Please do not resist futilely. Surrender your weapons and confess your crimes to the authorities. That is your only way out!"

Before the officer could finish speaking, several bursts of gunfire came from the other side, bullets hitting the police cars and making a piercing sound. It was clear that was his answer.

"Those who refuse to listen to advice will face punishment. Troops, advance!"

Under the officer's orders, some armed police officers began suppressing fire towards that direction, while others advanced in squads. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but suddenly, a few cold shots were fired from the other side. The front-line armed police officers fell to the ground, quickly dragged back behind the cover of vehicles by their comrades.

The camaraderie among soldiers was deep, especially in a real battlefield. Seeing their comrades fall, the armed police officers on this side became furious. Flames of gunfire shot out, and bullets poured like they were free, creating sparks on the other side.

The armed police were firing intensely, each person with red eyes and shouting in anger while shooting, venting their emotions. Meanwhile, a lone figure on the other side crouched behind a wheel with a semi-automatic rifle, remaining unmoved despite bullets flying overhead and hitting nearby. He exuded a natural battlefield calm and confidence, though his face carried a subtle sadness and pain.

This person was none other than the strongest soldier of the capital garrison army that Zhou Ming had been following closely.

The tragedy on Chang'an Street was caused entirely by him. Initially, he sought revenge against the officer named Tan. His escape from the military camp was also a subconscious act. After he rushed out of the camp, he was somewhat confused about what to do next. Later, he recalled that Zhou Ming had asked him about creating chaos in the city. At that point, he had lost his reason and decided to seek revenge on society, driving his jeep straight to Chang'an Street.

Upon reaching Dongdan, he began shooting wildly at targets around him, causing countless innocent pedestrians to be struck down as if they were being mowed down like wheat. Fortunately, Zhang Wei had a limited supply of bullets and used a semi-automatic rifle, which could not shoot in a sweeping manner like a submachine gun. Otherwise, the casualties would have been at least doubled.

When the bus arrived, seeing Zhang Wei going berserk, the driver was stunned.

If the driver had been calm enough to step on the gas and charge through, even the most skilled shooter would have found it hard to hit many people. Unfortunately, the driver was just an ordinary person from peacetime and didn't understand this, instinctively stepping on the brakes. As a result, the bus stopped in the middle of the road, becoming a target for Zhang Wei. After several rounds of shooting, there were no standing people left inside the bus.

Dongdan was very close to Zhongnanhai, a crucial area. The police and armed forces quickly responded to the alert and surrounded Zhang Wei within two minutes.

Zhang Wei quietly felt the battlefield atmosphere. Suddenly, his eyes shot out two bright beams, and he sprang up from the ground like a spring and dashed out of cover.

"He's coming out, kill him quickly!"

An armed police officer shouted, but he could only shout because, as he looked over, he discovered that his own armed police officers had emptied their magazines and were reloading.

The situation left the officer stunned. He watched as Zhang Wei, moving quickly and low to the ground, instantly ducked behind a wall. His brows furrowed deeply.

Was it a coincidence? Or had he calculated the firing frequency of everyone here?

The officer took a deep breath, shocked by his own thoughts. It was hard to imagine how Zhang Wei could calculate the frequency of every gun with so many people and weapons on his side. However, according to superiors' reports, the person on the other side was indeed an elite among the elite in the capital garrison army. Perhaps his thorough knowledge of all firearms and natural battlefield instincts enabled him to do so?

No one wanted to believe such a person existed, but given that he was selected from millions of soldiers nationwide and trained in the capital garrison army for so long, such performance was not impossible.

But why? Why would such a person come out and do such things? With hundreds of people on their side and numerous bullets fired, many were injured, yet they still couldn't capture him. Who knew how many lives would be needed to catch or kill him!

Such thoughts drove the armed police officer to the brink of madness. Even though he had been on the battlefield before, why was there no way to handle this situation?

"He's moving again!"

The officer had no time to think further. Shouts nearby quickly diverted his attention. He saw that Zhang Wei had indeed run out from behind the wall. The officer's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted, "Don't shoot too soon!"

But it was too late. This time, the armed police officers, reacting instinctively, pulled the triggers without waiting for the officer's order.

Rat-tat-tat! Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted.

Despite the dense gunfire, Zhang Wei continued to move quickly, crouched, with bullets missing him. He rolled and ducked behind cover, returning a few shots, wounding some of the armed police officers.

"Wonderful! Is this the soldier from the Red East? This is simply extraordinary warfare art. I must record it!"

Behind the armed police's encirclement, two foreigners stood on their car roofs. A slightly overweight foreigner excitedly held a camera, shouting loudly as if on a stimulant.

If Zhou Ming were here, he would recognize these two foreigners as the reporters he met at the Yanjing Hotel. The tall, thin foreigner frowned and said, "This low, fast-moving method indeed effectively reduces his exposure area, thus decreasing the probability of being hit by bullets. Very clever, but I think his skills are not limited to this."

"Hey, I think he's already impressive. Just think about it, being able to survive effectively on the battlefield is something many people dream of!" said the overweight foreigner.

The tall, thin foreigner glanced at his colleague and said calmly, "Think about it. Since he started exchanging fire with these encircling armed police officers, have you seen him reload his magazine?"

"Reload? He's using a semi-automatic rifle, which has a relatively slow rate of fire. And he's also moving to different places after each shot, so he should have plenty of time to reload behind cover, right?" the overweight foreigner guessed.

"No, I've calculated it. From just now until now, he has fired over forty shots. As far as I know, no semi-automatic rifle in the world has enough magazines to last that long…"

Before the tall, thin foreigner could finish, the overweight foreigner exclaimed, "Look, what's he doing? He's reloading with one hand!"

Reloading with one hand means holding the gun with the right hand and using the left hand to retrieve the magazine. Then, the left hand uses the new magazine to force open the magazine latch on the firearm. Once the old magazine is released, the new magazine is inserted in place. This method is much faster than the standard reloading method and doesn't require re-racking the bolt, allowing for continuous fire. Clearly, Zhang Wei achieved continuous fire through this method.

"Incredible, simply incredible!" The tall, thin foreigner was dumbfounded, muttering.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement while insiders observe the details. The reason Zhang Wei could dash out from behind the car was because he exploited the time gap when an armed police officer was reloading. He had no such concerns himself and could maintain uninterrupted fire through one-handed reloading.

This action might seem simple, but executing uninterrupted one-handed reloading on the battlefield is very challenging. It requires not only familiarity with the firearm but also a mental note of the magazine's bullet count. The ideal situation for one-handed reloading is to leave one or two bullets unfired so that the new magazine can be used without re-racking the bolt, allowing for continuous shooting.

Of course, such a technical move alone might not be astonishing. But the key is that he also mastered the posture of moving quickly and low, accurate shooting on the move, and could maintain uninterrupted fire while even calculating the opponent's bullet count.

This was simply a combat genius!

Without a doubt, given enough bullets and a well-maintained weapon, he could fight against hundreds of people

 until dark and even achieve a perfect counterattack.

With such a nearly perfect warrior, who could stop him?

This question was in the minds of everyone witnessing the gunfight. At this moment, a sudden shout came...