The cannon was still the same old one, 120mm caliber, exactly like the one used in Afghanistan.
"Why is it still this one?" Hong Fei's tone held a hint of disdain.
"Look closely, this is a cannon! Do you think it's a gun? How big do you want it to be? Do you want me to drag the Schwerer Gustav over for you?" Frank rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
Hong Fei grumbled, "Hmph, this thing still looks a bit petty. In the future, I must get a real big cannon!"
Frank couldn't even be bothered to speak.
After watching for a while, Hong Fei said, "Transport it out. Go a bit further. I've already given you the address. I'll have Mr. Wesley bring Kingpin there. I'll give you the signal after confirming the target. Don't hesitate for a single moment; you must fire immediately."
"Don't worry. But are you sure it won't hurt any civilians?"
Hong Fei sneered, "In the dead of night, who would dare approach Kingpin's warehouse? Just fire. Anyone blown to bits deserves it; absolutely no one is innocent."
"I still think we should go straight for the throat. With our abilities, we could completely kill him in a head-on confrontation."
Hong Fei snapped, "You brute! Do you think he's alone? If he can't beat you, he can still run. Why make things so complicated when one shot can solve everything?"
While the sun had not yet fully risen, Frank drove the small van with the mortar out of the city, while Hong Fei turned to call Mr. Wesley.
"Tonight at eleven, the warehouse at the foot of the Western Mountain. No matter what method you use, bring Kingpin to me. Otherwise, tomorrow will be the anniversary of your death." Hong Fei hung up without waiting for Mr. Wesley's reaction.
Returning home, he set an alarm and fell asleep, waking up again at dusk. Taking his black clothes, mask, and sniper rifle, Hong Fei drove to the outskirts. After changing in a dense forest, he approached the warehouse at the foot of the mountain under the cover of the rising night. Lying prone in the woods over three hundred meters away, Hong Fei began to stare at the warehouse without moving. At this time, there was nothing unusual about the warehouse. Aside from a few security guards appearing occasionally, there seemed to be no outsiders, and the place was piled high with wood.
At nine o'clock, the urgent sound of sirens approached from afar as several police cars suddenly arrived. In an instant, Hong Fei discovered over a hundred people had suddenly appeared in the warehouse. They emerged from every corner, but were soon chased back by a person waving their hand. After the dozen or so police got out of their cars, they didn't say much. They first controlled the people present and then immediately began a search. But more than half an hour later, the police walked out of the warehouse with faces full of frustration, clearly having failed to find any valuable leads.
Once the police cars left, Hong Fei saw the manager immediately take out his phone. Without a second thought, this was definitely Mr. Wesley's handiwork.
To bring Kingpin out with absolute certainty, it had to be a major incident. Nothing could be more serious than the police suddenly showing up at the warehouse. This warehouse hid the majority of Kingpin's goods and even contained the only factory he currently owned.
As for the consequences? The clever Mr. Wesley certainly knew why Hong Fei wanted to lure Kingpin out. In fact, if Hong Fei hadn't acted, Mr. Wesley might have had to do it himself. The number of people who knew the importance of the warehouse was small. Those working in the warehouse certainly wouldn't report themselves, so the remaining number of people was even smaller. Kingpin would eventually trace it back to Mr. Wesley.
At ten-thirty, the warehouse went into lockdown. People hidden underground began to emerge, everyone carrying weapons—and not just handguns. There were even snipers and rockets among them. With such a formation, let alone someone wanting to cause trouble on purpose, even if the police really came for a forced assault, they would likely return in defeat. Hong Fei felt even more certain of his approach. A long-range sniper kill was indeed a good idea, but Kingpin really couldn't be viewed as an ordinary person. What if he actually managed to dodge it? Once the first shot missed, it would be difficult to follow up with another, and the opponent's firepower was fierce; he might even be sent away by a rocket in return. Therefore, a sniper kill lacked a certain degree of reliability. A cannon was different! Long range, high speed, and a large area of effect. Didn't you, Kingpin, claim to be over 90% muscle and possess the highest level of human combat power? Then I won't use a gun to shoot you; I'll just blast you with a cannon, alright? In Peter's words, this is the least bit of respect I can show you! At eleven o'clock, the fully blockaded warehouse welcomed its true Master. After the luxury motorcade drove in, Mr. Wesley got out first. Then, a thick leg stepped out, followed by a burly, bald man who didn't look like an ordinary person.
There was almost no neck under that massive head, which was directly connected to a huge torso. Through the suit, the lines of bulging muscles were faintly visible. He also held a black cane in his hand. With such a physique, it wouldn't be easy even if he wanted to find a body double, not to mention the chilling tyranny lurking in his eyes. Among the group of people in suits, Hong Fei also saw the young Hall. He followed beside Mr. Wesley, submissive and obedient, completely lacking the overbearing manner he had shown in front of Hong Fei.
Hong Fei dialed the phone while simultaneously aiming his sniper scope at Mr. Wesley.
When Frank's voice came through the earpiece, he immediately ordered, "Fire."
A thunderous boom immediately erupted in the earpiece; Frank had clearly been prepared for a long time. At this moment, Frank was five kilometers away, yet the shell's flight speed was extremely fast, arriving at the scene almost a step ahead of the sound of the blast.
Eyes of Death instantly activated. The sniper scope immediately turned toward Kingpin.
As the shell whistled over the warehouse, the High-Explosive Shell equipped with a Timed Fuse detonated instantly. The high explosives inside the shell were ignited by the Detonator Fuse, and the intense heat and pressure instantly tore through the steel casing. Dense, hot, and sharp fragments burst out at supersonic speeds toward the surroundings!
In the vision of Eyes of Death, Kingpin was the first person on the scene to notice the anomaly and look up. However, noticing didn't mean being able to dodge. Under the supersonic strike, Kingpin couldn't even raise his arm.
Hong Fei watched as silver fragments tore through his skin, broke through his muscles, and sliced through his bones, entering through the forehead and flying out the back of his head. There were also fragments that bored into his eyeballs and embedded themselves in his throat. That bulletproof suit didn't show much utility at this time. The fragments still pierced through all obstacles like dry weeds, shooting into the ground with a thud and a splash of blood.
Not just Kingpin, but everyone near the warehouse suffered more or less from the cutting. Impact followed closely behind.
The high-pressure, high-speed airflow of tens of thousands of pascals immediately pinned Kingpin's sieve-like body firmly to the ground. His shattered bones could not support his flesh, and in an instant, his body turned into a pile of mangled meat.
Fire followed closely, rolling out and igniting everything in its path, whether it was steel, soil, or severed limbs and TDK. The thick, bloody scene was swallowed by the Fire before it could even be exposed. Putting down the sniper rifle and closing the Eyes of Death, the sound of the explosion that had not yet dissipated rushed into his eardrums.
Hong Fei immediately buried his head deep, as the Impact swept over the back of his head with a whoosh.
Boom!
Boom!
Two more cannon blasts sounded in the earpiece. Hong Fei remained motionless with his head down. Soon, three cannon blasts rolled through the sky in succession, echoing back and forth.
Three High-Explosive Shells exploded consecutively. The flying fragments riddled the warehouse building with holes. Under the cleansing of the Impact, the building quickly collapsed, while waves of air pushed the blazing Fire into the sky.