Munitions Empire-Chapter 966 - 889 Crazy Assassinations

Chapter 966: 889 Crazy Assassinations Chapter 966: 889 Crazy Assassinations “This renegade! Renegade! What on earth does he want to do? What is he actually doing?” Zhao Kai slammed the table in front of him, shouting furiously.

The servants around him bowed their heads and remained silent, as Zhao Kai had been roaring continuously about various things lately, as if he no longer had a normal speaking volume.

Why run off to Fengjiang at this time? Was he so eager to stir up trouble just to take the throne of the Dahua Empire himself?

The more he thought about it, the more Zhao Kai, who felt Zhao Yu had gone mad, grabbed a teacup and smashed it to the ground: “He’s forcing me! Forcing me!”

Everyone knew Zhao Yu was pressing him, but whether he was pressing Zhao Kai to change the Crown Prince or to kill him remained unknown.

While Zhao Kai pondered whether or not he should deal forcefully with his unworthy son, outside Zhao Ji’s Prince’s Mansion, within a car, a group of masked men was organizing their weapons.

They were uniformly equipped with the Boposha Submachine Guns from the Ice Cold Empire, all using 71-round drums.

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In another car, similarly dressed masked men were organizing Thompson Submachine Guns equipped with 50-round drums.

These submachine guns were all early models, actually second-hand goods that the Great Tang Empire had already dealt with—at least officially, they no longer existed.

“Sync watches!” After organizing their weapons, all the masked men revealed their wrists and checked the time on their watches: “Action in three minutes!”

Everyone remained silent, and when the time arrived, the two seated near the car doors reached out and pushed the doors open. One after another, the men wielding submachine guns jumped out of the car and raised their gun barrels towards the guards at the entrance of the Prince’s Mansion.

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The two guards on duty had no idea there was anything amiss with the vehicles parked across the street. By the time they saw people armed and jumping out of the vehicle, they realized they were too late to do anything.

“Shit! Shouldn’t assassinations occur at night?” This was the last thought that crossed the mind of one of the guards at the Prince’s Mansion.

On the opposite street, the masked troop that came to assassinate the prince had already formed a formation, and with just a few gunshots, the guards stationed at the entrance were downed.

Following that, the masked men pushed open the gates, firing a barrage at a few guards who were still confused about what was happening.

A passing servant didn’t even manage to scream before being riddled with bullets. The masked men who entered through the main gate dispersed in groups of twos and threes, starting to search everywhere for the whereabouts of Prince Zhao Ji.

“Who are you people?” the steward of the Prince’s Mansion shouted loudly as he saw strangers rushing into the mansion.

The answer he received was a hail of bullets, and before he could dodge, his body was riddled with several holes, trembling as he fell into a pool of blood.

The Prince’s Mansion guards, who came running at the sound, arrived one after another, confronting these reckless assassins. Unfortunately, the firepower of the guards on the side of the Prince’s Mansion was clearly not as fierce as that of the masked men in black.

Men in black uniformly carried submachine guns, and more outrageously, they also had hand grenades, while most of the Prince’s Mansion guards only had pistols; the rest were even worse off, only equipped with bolt-action rifles.

This kind of armament was no issue against some civilians or easy to outclass bandits, but against such well-equipped enemies, it seemed somewhat inadequate.

Who could have imagined that within the Imperial Capital of the Dahua Empire, such fierce bandits would dare to attack the Prince’s Mansion in broad daylight?

“Ratatatat!” Under fierce fire cover, a man in black pulled the pin of a hand grenade and threw it toward where the Prince’s Mansion guards were hiding.

An explosion erupted from behind the wall, instantly blasting four or five guards into the air, and those remaining immediately lost the will to keep defending. As the masked men continued their fierce assault, the guards of the Prince’s Mansion began to fall back in defeat.

“Hold the line! Hold the line! Reinforcements are arriving soon!” the captain among the guards shouted encouragingly to his subordinates, which wasn’t wrong—after all, this was the Imperial Capital of the Dahua Empire. Soon patrol officers and officials would arrive upon hearing the noise, and the fierce masked men would quickly be surrounded and annihilated.

Yet, they needed to withstand the masked men’s last counterattack and hold out until reinforcements arrived.

“This is the Prince’s Mansion! Are you rebelling? Drop your weapons immediately! Otherwise, your families will suffer!” After rallying his own side, the captain also didn’t forget to shout toward the attackers, attempting to break their resolve.

But in response, all he received was a burst of gunfire, and then dense gunfire erupted from another location, clearly indicating the masked men had initiated attacks elsewhere.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” In another courtyard, a maid screamed, clutching her head as she stood next to a masked man who, under the cover of his comrades, was changing his magazine.

Crouching on the ground and desperately pleading, next to the maid lay a guard who had been shot in the chest, his uniform already soaked with blood.

A stray bullet came from the opposite side and struck the crying maid; the woman collapsed atop the body of the soldier, and instantly, there was silence.

A guard on the opposite side who had fired the shot hadn’t managed to retreat when he was hit by bullets from a submachine gun and fell next to the doorway. His PPK pistol rolled away into the distance.

“Don’t shoot anymore! The women and wealth are in the back residences! Spare us! Spare our lives!” The pleas of men were heard, but their voices were immediately drowned out by a barrage of gunfire.

“Ratatatat!” The sound of gunfire erupted again, and the guards inside the Prince’s Mansion were already in disarray, with cries from the women growing louder and louder, causing complete chaos throughout the Prince’s Mansion.

“Stop crying! Block those thieves! Where is squad two? Squad two, move up! Retreat one step and die!” Vaguely, another voice carried over.

After an unexpectedly chaotic moment, the troops of the Prince’s Mansion finally regrouped for defense and began to stabilize their positions gradually.

After all, there were hundreds of guards in the Prince’s Mansion; although initially disorganized, upon regathering their senses, they remained relatively elite and combat-ready.

While the attacking masked men, despite their fierce firepower, ultimately had fewer numbers and gradually lost their assaulting momentum.

The battle began to stalemate gradually, one side with numbers and the other with fierce firepower, with neither side able to overwhelm the other.