Chapter 125

This shotgun had a large-caliber barrel with a diameter of 19.5 millimeters. The brass shell it fired contained eight tungsten alloy pellets, capable of easily penetrating a 1.5-millimeter thick steel plate within a hundred-meter range. Among those eight pellets, seven struck Ayer’s chest and abdominal cavity.

As Shan Ming scrambled and crawled towards them, Tang Tingzhi, who was closer, had already rushed ahead. He quickly removed Ayer’s bulletproof vest and tore open his shirt.

From just a glance, Shan Ming could barely hold himself together. Despite the bulletproof vest offering some protection, several of Ayer’s ribs had already caved in. Four pellets had penetrated his body, while three remained embedded in the flesh. Blood continuously seeped out from the wounds, and as Shan Ming reached out to touch Ayer’s abdomen, it felt unnaturally soft, lacking the resilience it should have had, the vital organs had already been shattered.

“Ayer… Ayer… Please, don’t die… Ayer, damn it, don’t die…” Shan Ming’s hand trembled, barely able to exert any strength. He pleaded softly, his eyes locked onto Ayer’s, fearing that if he looked away for even a moment, Ayer would forever close his eyes.

Tang Tingzhi’s face turned pale. He stood there, staring at Ayer’s injuries, unsure of how to proceed.

He truly had no idea how to treat Ayer’s condition. Even if he were to transfuse him with more blood than his entire body contained, there was no guarantee it would save him, especially considering they were in the wilderness. He felt utterly helpless for the first time, overwhelmed by his own incompetence. A clear voice echoed in his mind, telling him that with extensive internal organ damage and severe blood loss, this type of injury was beyond saving.

Shan Ming pushed him forcefully, his eyes bloodshot. “What are you zoning out for?!”

Ayer was no longer able to speak. His broken ribs had punctured his lungs, and he was enduring immense pain. The oxygen in his body was becoming increasingly scarce, and the lack of oxygen would send him to hell before the blood loss. He knew that today was his final day, and he accepted it calmly. With his deep blue eyes wide open, he looked at Shan Ming and Tang Tingzhi, a shimmer of moisture appearing in his eyes, like the morning mist crystallizing over the sea, pure and transparent.

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Without looking back, Tang Tingzhi replied, “He will die either way.” After saying that, he grabbed Ayer’s hand, about to administer the injection. However, he hesitated for a moment and released Ayer’s hand, then forcefully plunged the needle directly into Ayer’s heart!

Shan Ming widened his eyes and exclaimed, “What is this?”

“Dragon Blood Serum,” Tang Tingzhi answered clearly.

Shan Ming stared stiffly as Tang Tingzhi injected the entire quantity of the pale golden liquid into Ayer’s body. In that instant, he had given up on thinking.

The extract derived from one milliliter of pure Dragon Blood essence, after processing, could serve as a stimulant for hundreds of people. By injecting twenty milliliters at once, a tremendous transformation would occur in the body’s functions. Tang Tingzhi intended to turn Ayer into a Dragon Blood Kin!

Shan Ming’s attention was completely absorbed by Ayer, committing a grave mistake on the battlefield and losing the composure expected of a soldier. By the time he realized that a Dragon Blood Kin was lunging towards him from behind, it was too late to evade. With his small caliber armor-piercing rounds depleted, he could only steel himself, raise his submachine gun and turn around to fire.

These bullets had no effect on the Dragon Blood Kins. After emptying a magazine, Shan Ming swiftly rolled on the ground, attempting to draw that Dragon Blood Kin towards him and buy enough time for Tang Tingzhi and Ayer.

That Dragon Blood Kin pounced on Shan Ming, its claws tightening around his neck. Shen Changze rushed in from the side, leaping onto the Dragon Blood Kin’s back. He grabbed its wings and rolled to the side, successfully pulling the Dragon Blood Kin off Shan Ming. Taking a few breaths, Shan Ming continued running back to Ayer, joining forces with the other special forces soldiers to confront the relentless onslaught of the Dragon Blood Kins.

Ayer began convulsing uncontrollably, fresh blood gushing from his mouth. He writhed in pain, rolling around as if on the brink of death, futilely struggling in agony. The people nearby tried to restrain him, but he exhibited an astonishing display of strength, throwing off even the grip of a Dragon Blood Kin. He continued to convulse and writhe in a horrifyingly painful manner.

Shan Ming watched the special forces soldiers struggling in their arduous resistance. As he glanced at his fallen comrades, he knew they couldn’t defeat Shen Yao. Relying solely on Shen Changze to confront Shen Yao had already taken a toll on them. How could they possibly fight against so many Dragon Blood Kins?

At this rate, they would all perish here.

Shan Ming’s eyes glared fiercely with hatred at Shen Yao. When he saw the dragon wings unfurling behind Shen Yao, an indescribable pressure weighed heavily on his heart. In this battle, they were destined to lose, and there was a high possibility that they would all perish.

Ayer, Tiger Shark, Pelle, his comrades, the Peregrine Falcon they inherited from Lin Qiang, the title of the best mercenaries, their honor, their experiences, and even their lives would all come to an end on this day.

The Peregrine Falcon was on the verge of destruction, and all of this, everything, was because fourteen years ago he had brought Shen Changze into the Peregrine Falcon. It was he who ruined the Peregrine Falcon and caused harm to his comrades.

As he gazed upon the dead and wounded mercenaries, self-blame and guilt consumed his heart, and the immense pain nearly suffocated him.

He watched helplessly as Shen Yao once again seized Pelle, saying in a cold tone, “Is this your doctor? She should’ve been the first to die.”

“Let her go!” Shan Ming futilely pointed his pistol at him.

Shen Yao looked at him coldly and said, “You have violated our agreement, so you must bear the consequences.”

Shan Ming’s expression had already contorted. “Shen Yao, I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” He crazily fired his gun toward Shen Yao’s head. However, Shen Yao unfurled his dragon wings and shielded himself, effortlessly brushing off the ordinary bullets as if they were mere slingshot projectiles, leaving not even a mark behind.

Shan Ming tossed aside his pistol, intending to reach for the grenades on his body, only to realize that he had already used them all. Apart from this feeble pistol, he had nothing. How could he confront Shen Yao? How could he save his comrades?!

Suddenly, he felt the presence of the high-voltage electric gun that he had kept hidden in his arms. Slowly, he pulled it out.

Shen Yao looked at him mockingly. “You want to save your comrades?” He glanced at the high-voltage electric gun that he had personally given to Shan Ming. His deep eyes hinting and threatening.

Shan Ming gazed at Shen Changze standing before him, his heart filled with familiarity and emotion as he looked at the back of the child he had raised with his own hands. However, the constant pain that stabbed at his heart was as if an invisible hand had twisted all his rationality.

Shen Yao’s icy gaze remained fixed on Shan Ming. He flicked his tail and swayed it back and forth, gesturing towards Pelle’s head. If he were to strike with enough force, Pelle’s head would burst open like a watermelon.

Shan Ming bit his lip until it bled. He turned his head and glanced at the mercenaries and special forces soldiers lying in pools of blood. He knew that this battle needed to come to an end. Only those who hadn’t died yet had a chance of survival.

He crouched behind Shen Changze and whispered softly, “Son, let us meet again if fate allows.”

Shen Changze turned around in confusion, but suddenly felt a powerful electric current surging through his body. The ten-thousand-volt high-voltage shock instantly numbed him, causing him to convulse and fall to the ground. He stared wide-eyed, unable to believe this as he looked at Shan Ming.

Shan Ming’s eyes were filled with lifelessness as he lifted his head and looked at Shen Yao, “Let us go.”

Shen Yao threw Pelle to the ground. With his main objective accomplished, he had lost interest in further combat. This battle had cost him the lives of over twenty Dragon Blood Kins, nearly obliterating years of his efforts. There was no benefit in prolonging the fight, and he only wanted to leave with Shen Changze as soon as possible.

Shen Changze was unable to move, his eyes clouded with moisture. He weakly curled his tail and gently touched Shan Ming’s ankle, as if attempting to cling to his dad’s leg as he had done so many times before. But he lacked the strength to do so. His action was faint, as if pleading and trying to hold on, until he exhausted his energy and his tail drooped down. He could only stare at Shan Ming with eyes filled with immeasurable sadness and anger.

Shan Ming looked at Shen Changze curled up on the ground, feeling a piercing pain in his heart. The memories of their time together shattered like a broken ice surface, fragmented into countless pieces.

Shan Ming felt a bitter and unbearable sensation in his eyes as they became blurred. He sensed himself mouthing the words “Sorry,” but he couldn’t be sure if it was just his imagination, perhaps he had actually spoken them, he had already lost the ability to distinguish reality.

Everything around him became unreal.

Shen Changze had trusted him and exposed his back to him, yet he repaid that trust with a shot of a gun. He was a complete and utter failure. He had acted stubbornly, driven by arrogance and pride. In the end, he caused harm to the Peregrine Falcon and his own son.

He could never forget the profound despair and hatred in Shen Changze’s eyes, as if countless needles had pierced him, leaving him riddled with wounds.

As a selfish person like him, he truly didn’t deserve companions, let alone a family.

He had abandoned his beloved son, the person who loved him the most in this world, once again.

Watching Shen Yao take Shen Changze away, Shan Ming felt like he might have already died. At the very least, his heart had already died.