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Zhang Tianhao walked into the crowd, his mood much better.

However, he hadn't gone far when he sensed someone following him, which made him quite annoyed.

He had only walked for less than ten minutes, and had not yet reached any of the attractions, when he saw a group of people gathering around him, all holding silenced pistols.

"Are you trying to outnumber me? Do you have a blood feud with me?!"

He also looked helpless, but he also had a pistol in his hand, and with a slight shake of his bag, a shield appeared directly in front of him.

"interesting!"

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the thuds were incessant.

He fired all ten bullets from one gun in his right hand and immediately switched to another.

After firing three pistols, his shield was riddled with bullet holes. He then proceeded to kill all of the dozens of men who were surrounding him.

He ignored all of that and ran straight in the other direction.

He arrived at the side of a car, the same car that the group of people had surrounded earlier. Without saying a word, he got into the car, started the engine, and quickly made a U-turn.

Then he drove out of the city, while the pedestrians around him screamed, but he had already left them far behind.

In less than twenty minutes, he had driven directly out of Rome along the road, while a number of people were still chasing him from a distance.

After all, about thirty assassins died this time, and these assassins were all local gang members, all killed by Zhang Tianhao alone.

Naturally, he was also burning with rage and wanted to kill Zhang Tianhao.

Naturally, a row of cars had already caught up in the distance behind them.

He floored the accelerator, and the car sped along the highway like a rocket, leaving his pursuers far behind.

"Sigh, I guess I won't be able to come here again in the future, at least not for a while."

He sighed, then turned his gaze to Rome, a fleeting look in his eyes, before driving the car into the river.

At the same time, he jumped out of the car and watched it plunge directly into the river.

He didn't care about these things at all; all he wanted to do now was to be a thief again.

As the pursuers closed in, Zhang Tianhao, who had been hiding in a tree, watched them chase after them further into the distance, and a cold smile crept onto his lips.

As for the car in the river, the pursuers seemed to selectively ignore it.

He jumped down from the tree, dusted himself off, and gave a wry smile.

As for that hotel, forget about it; there's nothing there anyway.

……

"Damn it, why is Zhang Tianhao so hard to kill? I've deployed a lot of people, and now they're all dead, all dead."

Koizumi looked at the report he had just received and felt like he was about to grind his teeth to dust.

Clearly, this was not the kind of news he wanted to hear.

"What about others?"

"He's being chased. He just had a fight with a local gang, or rather, the local gang was looking for him, and the two sides ended up fighting."

"Then about thirty local gang members all died at his hands, and he escaped the city in a car."

"Furthermore, local gangs have also mobilized a large number of people and are relentlessly hunting down Zhang Tianhao. It's likely that this time, he will not escape his fate again."

"Really? In the wild, don't you think Zhang Tianhao would thrive and live even better?"

"I'm sorry!" Upon hearing this, the other person immediately apologized, which calmed Koizumi's anger down somewhat.

"That damned Zhang Tianxi, who knows when he'll be back after leaving the city this time, or maybe he won't come back at all."

"Hmm, he's been gone for a week. It seems he went somewhere else."

However, as Zhang Tianhao looked at the road ahead, a faint murderous aura crept onto his lips.

He immediately took out a knife, chopped down one of the trees on one side with two strokes, and then dragged it to the middle of the tree.

Then he found some more stones and built a machine gun platform not far away. He took out a Maxim heavy machine gun that he had treasured for a long time from his spatial storage and loaded a large number of bullets onto it.

Then he sat there quietly and waited.

He's not a good-tempered person; anyone who dares to hunt him down should be prepared to be killed by him.

As he finished his cigarette, Zhang Tianhao sat there, his eyes filled with even more murderous intent.

At the same time, the sound of cars could be heard in the distance, heading in his direction.

He looked up and saw the pursuing cars returning, each carrying a submachine gun and screaming excitedly.

Clearly, although they failed to catch Zhang Tianhao, their return is a victory in itself.

When they arrived at the place where Zhang Tianhao had laid an ambush, they saw the tree in the middle of the road and started cursing. They immediately ordered their men to get out of the car and move the tree.

Seeing that all the cars had stopped, Zhang Tianhao suddenly looked up and saw him pull up the machine gun, from which countless bullets were fired.

Like a torrential downpour, it swept across the people below in a fan shape.

As countless bullets swept through, many of the people inside the vehicles were riddled with bullets.

That powerful penetrating force directly punched large holes into the human body.

In just one minute, almost a full minute, he emptied a whole box of bullets.

Two thousand bullets, gone just like that.

Looking down at the nearly one hundred members, now all of them had turned into piles of rotten flesh.

A fierce glint flashed across his face.

He put away the machine gun and then walked towards the parked vehicles below.

He habitually finishes off any survivors with a shot.

A few minutes later, he collected 132 weapons, including 103 submachine guns, more than 5,000 rounds of ammunition, 29 pistols, and even two heavy machine guns.

They were all mounted inside the truck. If he hadn't struck first, the heavy machine guns would likely have been fired at him before they could react.

"interesting."

He smiled faintly, then picked up a small bullet, looked at it, and put it away. He still wanted to keep these useful things, since there were very few usable items in northern Jiangsu, especially machinery.

As for the car, it's basically not broken. We can store it now; we might need it again in the future, or we could dismantle it for parts.

All of this is caused by poverty; after all, northern Jiangsu is still too poor.

The industrial system is still immature, so naturally we'll grab as much good stuff as we can, even things like engines and steel.

They became materials, and were defeated by materials. As for Keba, he collected all the spoils of war, and as for the corpses, he threw them all onto the road.

As for who will clean up the mess, that's none of his business.

What he needs to do now is leave this place safely and disappear from everyone's sight. (End of Chapter)