The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade] (Chinese name) Chapter: 7009

The man who wanted to get rich shouted, “What are you afraid of? Just rush in and kill them! You’ll be rewarded! Come on, brothers, be brave!”

Before he could finish, a piece of eyeliner shot straight into his head.

The Iga ninja couldn’t tell where the attack came from, but Charlie Wade could. To him, the dark surroundings felt bright, and he was fully aware of the enemy’s movements.

This time, Charlie didn’t hold back like he did with the warriors earlier. He channeled his energy into the eyeliner, driving it through the man’s head.

As the heavy eyeliner pierced the back of his skull, the force caused it to burst open, splattering warm, foul liquid and soft tissue everywhere, like a watermelon exploding. The people nearby were caught in the mess!

One person yelled, “What is this sticky stuff in my mouth?! Who’s blowing their nose right now?!”

Another shouted in panic, “That’s not snot! It’s Kameda’s brain! Kameda’s been shot in the head!”

When they heard the word “brain,” the tough gang members, covered in tattoos and known for their fierce fighting, began to spit in disgust.

Many of them had committed crimes, but they were protected by the Yamaguchi-gumi and had never faced real danger. Now, covered in the remnants of Kameda, they were frozen in fear, unable to move forward or back. Their faces were pale, and they were crying for help, trapped in a nightmare.

Someone shouted, “Shoot, shoot, shoot! No matter who is in front of you, just shoot!”

In Japan, gun control is very strict. Most people can’t own a gun, but the Yamaguchi-gumi gang always manages to keep some weapons hidden away. Still, in Japan, firing a gun is a serious matter. Gangsters usually prefer to use knives to avoid the consequences of gunfire.

But in this moment, one gang member felt he had no choice. If he didn’t shoot, he might end up dead himself. So, he quickly pulled out his gun.

The challenge now was where to aim. Everything around him was pitch black, and he couldn’t see where the enemy was. In front of him lay several rows of bodies piled on top of each other. If he fired from where he stood, he could accidentally hit his own people. If he raised the gun too high, he would just hit the ceiling.

The only option was to climb up the pile of bodies, find the highest point, and shoot from there. Determined to change the situation, one brave gang member with a gun began to climb the mountain of corpses, hoping to fire a few shots in the dark and turn the tide.