He had already rushed to the office door when it suddenly swung open. Four enemies appeared, dressed in bulletproof vests and helmets that looked like motorcycle gear, each holding a bulletproof shield. They crouched low, moving swiftly. Their shields, made of bulletproof glass, covered most of their bodies—these were the specialized anti-terror gear used by Japan’s Self-Defense Force special units, strong enough to withstand most regular bullets and even sniper rounds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ray Tang fired a quick burst at the enemy in front, but the bullets only sparked against the shield and disappeared. The guy behind the shield was completely unharmed, and instead, he whipped out a mini submachine gun and fired at Ray Tang.
A burst of fire spat toward Ray Tang. He rolled on the ground, dodging the attack in a rather awkward fashion. By now, he realized that his "box cannon" was useless against these heavily armored enemies.
Shawn Young saw this and immediately twisted the safety caps off several grenades, rolling them across the floor. The grenades tumbled right into the midst of the four armored enemies. Shawn had noticed that while their armor was thick, their weak spot seemed to be at their feet—their leg armor wasn’t nearly as solid.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The four enemies didn’t have time to scatter before the grenades exploded. Flames flashed, and a massive blast erupted among them, the shockwave hurling them in all directions.
But the explosion only blew off their legs—their bulletproof vests and shields were barely damaged! These pieces of equipment were seriously tough.
Before they could get up again, Shawn Young charged, roaring, channeling his true power. His hands struck like lightning—four heavy blows, each infused with his terrifying "Flash Strike Force," landed on their necks.
Crack! Crack! With a tremendous force, Shawn snapped their necks. In just seconds, he had dealt with these four troublesome enemies.
Ray Tang burst into the office. Several Inagawa Syndicate members who had been watching the surveillance screens stood up, reaching for their weapons—but Ray Tang quickly fired a few bursts, dropping them all. The office was now under their control.
Ray Tang glanced around the office, making sure there were no more enemies, then gave Shawn Young a thumbs up and laughed: "Heh, Little Shawn, you’ve got some serious skills! If you hadn’t thrown those grenades, I would've been screwed by these little punks!"
Shawn Young shook his head, smiling: "Boss Tang, you’re too kind. You’re the real badass here! Your gun skills and moves just now totally blew me away!"
Ray Tang nodded and said, "Heh, to be honest, Gun-Fu is my lifesaving skill! I’ve been practicing it for over thirty years—guess I’ve gotten pretty decent at it by now!"
"Huh? Gun-Fu? What kind of martial art is that? I’ve never heard of it," Shawn Young asked quickly.
"Oh! Gun-Fu is a martial art that rose to prominence after World War II. It combines body techniques, gun skills, and swordsmanship into a practical combat style. If you master it, you can become a killing machine in battle—very effective against regular enemies, though it’s tough against true experts," Ray Tang explained.
"No wonder you were so fast at taking out those guys just now, Boss Tang! That’s the power of Gun-Fu—seriously impressive!" Shawn Young exclaimed in genuine awe.
"Heh, there are actually a few different styles of Gun-Fu. Mine’s just one type—it’s what you might call the art of killing…" Ray Tang said.
"There are actually different types of Gun-Fu?" Shawn Young grew even more curious.
"Yeah. The first is called Quickdraw Gun-Fu. It’s all about speed—drawing your gun fast and firing rapid shots to hit and suppress your enemy. Masters of this style charge right at their targets, mixing gunfire with close combat. You’ll often see them using the pistol grip as a weapon, catching their opponents off guard."
Since it was developed by the earliest gunfighters, it’s also called the Original Gun-Fu.
Gunfighters who use this style mainly rely on pistols and usually carry suitable melee weapons for close-quarters combat.
My style is called Hybrid Gun-Fu. Its key feature is that the user excels at close combat, blending firearms seamlessly into hand-to-hand fighting. They strike with surprise shots when the enemy least expects it. True masters are skilled at hiding their guns—their weapons are concealed on their bodies, and unless they fire, no one knows where the gun is hidden.
This is the most powerful Gun-Fu style for close and mid-range combat, and overall it’s the most versatile! There are two other styles, but not many people practice them—usually only top mercenaries and assassins," Ray Tang explained.
Shawn Young laughed in admiration: "It really is an art of killing! Boss Tang, you must've spent years mastering Gun-Fu!"
Ray Tang sighed, "That’s right. I owe it all to the five years of grueling training I did at the Death Camp in Siberia. I had to get familiar with all kinds of firearms, practice gun techniques, master different fighting styles—even jiu-jitsu. Especially gun handling—it was a daily requirement. Here, look at my index fingers."
Ray Tang held out his hands. Shawn Young leaned in and saw that both of Ray Tang’s index fingers were covered in thick calluses—the mark of years spent firing guns!
"Wow, looks like it’s no easy feat to get as skilled as you, Boss Tang!" Shawn Young sighed.
Ray Tang nodded, "Exactly. To master Gun-Fu, you need relentless willpower and the right physical attributes. If your reaction speed is slow, you’ll never make it. On the battlefield, if you’re even half a second slower than your enemy, you could be the one who dies! Back in the day, I nearly paid for that with my life!"
"Yeah, you’re absolutely right!" Shawn Young agreed. He’d been through plenty of life-and-death battles himself, so he knew Ray Tang was speaking the truth.
(Irrelevant filler, skipped)