I Received Messages From Future Self!-Chapter 637 - 633 Xuanwu

The black barrels of the guns, glinting with a chilling cold light.

Like death bells ready to play funeral music leading to the Netherworld at any moment.

Not to mention Fang Xiaocao’s fear, everyone was stunned.

This was a straight waste water pipeline.

For several hundred meters before and after, there were no barriers or shelters.

In such a geographic environment, not even Taotie could outrun bullets.

After all, these were people who’d been through storms and waves.

After a brief shock, they reacted within seconds.

Taotie was the first to react, pulling Fang Xiaocao into his arms.

He turned and knocked Fang Xiaocao to the ground, using his body as a shield.

Seeing this scene, Vermilion Bird immediately understood.

Without hesitation, she jumped onto Taotie.

The bullets from such gun barrels could not be blocked by a single person.

No matter how much of a Super Master Taotie was, he couldn’t withstand machine gun fire.

An extra person would lessen Fang Xiaocao’s chance of injury under Taotie’s protection.

Seeing Taotie and Vermilion Bird’s actions, everyone responded.

Understanding their intent.

They immediately followed suit, scrambling to form a human barricade.

Unhappy was the third,

directly jumping onto Vermilion Bird.

Followed by three Phoenix Clan members, no one retreated.

Fearing their bodies couldn’t withstand the incoming rain of bullets for Princess Your Highness.

Xuanwu took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, and resolutely stood at the forefront.

Today, as long as he doesn’t die, these bullets cannot harm his companions and Princess Your Highness behind him.

The next second!

Da da da—

The black barrels of guns simultaneously spewed blue flames.

Hot bullets formed a dense web of firepower, pouring towards Xuanwu.

Hearing the gunfire behind him, Xuanwu reluctantly glanced at his companions: "Farewell, Princess Your Highness."

"Farewell, my brothers!"

"I will go below first to keep Hei Ta company, lest he feels lonely."

The piercing pain and burning heat in his back told him the bullets had penetrated his body.

With his hard-earned Kung Fu, Xuanwu’s skin and muscle defenses were indeed like stone.

He truly held off the barrage of bullets from several gun barrels with his own strength.

But that was just blocking, not getting pierced through.

At that moment, Xuanwu’s back was already a bloody mess.

The bullet’s impact had blown holes all over Xuanwu’s back.

Exposing the white spine.

Xuanwu’s internal organs were already reduced to shreds by the bullets.

The reason Xuanwu could still stand was purely due to the willpower honed through Kung Fu training, keeping him hanging on to his last breath.

Crack—

A bullet hit Xuanwu’s spine directly.

Xuanwu staggered, his spine riddled with cracks.

Releasing fragments of shattered bones.

Xuanwu knew he had reached his limit.

His willpower could no longer support him in shielding his brothers from the gunfire.

Roar—

Xuanwu used his final ounce of strength to unleash an unyielding roar.

Expending all his effort, he painfully dragged his battered body forward two steps.

The next second!

Xuanwu’s body crashed down.

Perfectly onto the flesh barrier his brothers built for Princess Your Highness.

Even in death, Xuanwu couldn’t let go of his brothers.

Using his last thought, turning his corpse into a shield for his brothers.

The bullets didn’t stop because of Xuanwu’s fall.

The merciless barrage lasted a full thirty seconds.

Only when the last bullet was spent did it cease.

The entire sewer now reeked of acrid gunpowder.

Thirty seconds of shooting covered the path ahead with gleaming brass casings.

And now Xuanwu’s corpse was like a tattered rag doll.

Its body filled with bullets.

Time ticked away.

Five minutes passed in a flash.

No more gunfire, no movement from the pile of flesh.

"Heh, seems they’re all dead."

"Did they really think our Blacklist Headquarters was so easy to infiltrate?"

"Pawnshop fools would play human wave tactics instead of using their weapons."

Before the surveillance screen, Jiang Chen’s lips curled into an arrogant smile.

"How could it be?"

Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The sewer on the surveillance video!

"Rise!"

An unexpected roar rang from Taotie in the sewer.

The next moment!

The flesh barrier shattered, and Taotie rose furiously.

With eyes like burning coals, he stared fiercely at the surveillance camera.

As Taotie stood, Fang Xiaocao, Vermilion Bird, and Unhappy also rose.

Despite being covered in blood and flesh, they were unharmed.

But Xuanwu and those three Phoenix Clan members could never rise again.

It was their sacrifice that ensured their unharmed survival.

"Taotie, smash those flamethrowers for me."

Looking at Xuanwu’s broken body, tears unwillingly slipped down Fang Xiaocao’s cheeks.

After Hei Ta, Xuanwu had also left her.

Dying brutally while protecting her.

Fang Xiaocao could no longer control her emotions.

"Yes!"

Taotie coldly replied, charging towards the gun barrels.

In reality, those barrels were already useless.

After thirty seconds of continuous fire, they’d already warped from overheating.

Even with no bullets left, Hou Qing could still reload.

But those barrels could no longer fire; they’d need to be replaced to shoot again.

Blinded by fury, Taotie’s strength surged.

Breaking the steaming, smokey barrels one by one.

After snapping the last barrel, Taotie turned to Fang Xiaocao, using his eyes to ask for her next move.

To keep advancing or to retreat.

After all, they’d just stepped into the Blacklist Headquarters, with losses even before reaching the core, including Xuanwu.

Further advancing might not be wise.

Though Taotie wanted to crush the Blacklist now, his burning rage hadn’t clouded his reason.

He knew it was Fang Xiaocao’s call whether to fight or to retreat.

Fang Xiaocao surely understood what Taotie’s eyes meant.

Her eyes blazed with intense hatred, her face icy cold: "Advance, slaughter this place, no survivors."

Hearing Fang Xiaocao’s command, Taotie laughed.

Only Princess Your Highness understood him, his temperament.

Retreat now and Xuanwu’s death would be in vain.

Next time, when the Blacklist fixes the barrels, who knows how many lives would be lost again.