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Chapter 152 The Death of Ideals, the Fall of a Hero (Tang Long, out of date!!!)
A dramatic scene happened.

Colt's triumphant grin froze instantly. He turned in astonishment to look at the Desert Eagle closest to him, his pupils contracting sharply.

"What's going on... Desert Eagle?! You...?!"

Desert Eagle's towering frame also paused noticeably. His steps, which had just broken through the water curtain, stopped. His gaze swept over Colt, then suddenly turned to Barrett and Hellfire on the other side.

"Barrett?! Hellfire?! You guys...?!"

Barrett froze in mid-air as he slid down the ventilation duct, staring at Colt and Desert Eagle with raw shock in his eyes.

"Damn! Colt? Desert Eagle? You guys...so you're all..."

Hellfire's hand, which was holding the flamethrower, trembled slightly. He looked at his colleagues, who also had "Holy crap" expressions on their faces, their expressions a mixture of embarrassment at their plan being exposed and a sense of absurdity at "so many people".

The elite subordinates around him looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

The betrayal was not Colt's doing alone, but a tacit collective choice by the Quick Guns' management!

However, they were all kept in the dark about each other until they suddenly realized it when their guns were pointed at each other!
"Colt—!!!"

Carbin's shriek, like that of a wounded lioness, instantly shattered the eerie silence.

She almost broke through the obstruction of those around her, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the suited head of District Seven, her voice trembling with extreme anger.

"What the hell is going on?! Didn't you start this fight?! You! You were the one who told us the Poison Smoke Team was a threat and we should join forces to eliminate them! And now?! Now you're pointing a gun at your own people?! Tell me! What is this?!"

Colt was brought back to reality by Carbin's outburst, and the surprise on his face was quickly replaced by a calculated composure.

He slowly glanced around at the other district officials who were also pointing their guns at Mo Zhen, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"What do you mean, Cabbeen? Isn't it obvious enough?"

Colt's sharp gaze swept over Carbin and Gatling, who remained silent but had a livid expression.

"You can't even imagine the power behind the Poison Smoke Team! Mr. Akromma's core technology leads to the true future of Unova! It's the bright road to transcending the quagmire of Liyong City! Follow the Quick Gun Team?"

He scoffed, his expression full of disdain.

"Even if we fight to the last man and win this battle, what then? Will we continue to wallow in the mud of this lower city? Will we collect protection money from those poor wretches who can't even afford cigarettes? Or will we just wait to be disposed of like trash by Officer Jenny or the higher-ups?!"

Gatling took a sudden step forward, his heavy military boots crushing a pebble. His muscular, bald face twitched as he growled.

"Colt! Have you forgotten why the Quick Guns were formed?! Have you forgotten how we undocumented immigrants banded together to survive?! The Quick Guns were originally there to maintain order in the lower city, not to make you a lackey for cigarette vendors!"

His voice was like muffled thunder, carrying the almost stubborn insistence of an old-fashioned man on "morality".

Carbin was so angry he was trembling, and he pointed at Colt's nose and cursed.

"You ungrateful wretch! Have you forgotten who gave you all this?! Without that sir, you would have been dead on the roadside like a stray dog ​​long ago! The purpose of the Quick Gun Squad is to maintain order in the lower city and give undocumented immigrants like us a place to live! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Order? Original intention?"

Colt seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He spread his hands exaggeratedly and looked around at the other cadres who had also betrayed the party.

"Carbin, Gatling, wake up! Stop fucking fooling yourselves! What are we? We're a gang! The scum of the downtown underworld! The Quick Gun Squad is essentially a bunch of hyenas fighting for territory! What about maintaining order? That's just empty talk to fool our underlings and glorify ourselves! It's okay to fool others, but it's ridiculous to fool yourselves!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Desert Eagle, Barrett, and the others again, his tone carrying a hint of amusement and reassessment.

"However... I really didn't expect that everyone's 'wisdom' is so similar. It seems that none of those who can sit in this position are easy to deal with."

His words carried a hint of surprise followed by relief, acknowledging that he had underestimated his colleagues' "awareness."

Desert Eagle snorted and twirled the weapon in its hand.

"Likewise, Colt. You can see the way out, and others aren't blind either."

His voice was deep, without embarrassment, only a kind of composure after an exchange of benefits.

Barrett pushed up his tactical goggles, his eyes behind the lenses remaining cold.

"A wise man knows when to yield. If the quick-fire squad's ship is sinking, they have to find themselves a lifeboat."

His words were full of naked realism.

Hellfire chuckled, and the flame at the nozzle of the blowgun flickered.

"Follow Mr. Akromma, and you'll get to eat meat. Quick-fire squad? Ha, that's just child's play."

His words were the most direct and the most scathing.

After listening to his colleagues' remarks, Colt displayed a clear-headed expression and sharply commented on Cabbeen.

"See? You can't be a good person, and you can't even be a bad person properly. Clinging to that ridiculous 'original intention,' you deserve to be crushed by the times! Don't you even know what kind of person you are? You dare to say things like 'maintaining order'? Wake up!"

Hearing these blatant declarations of betrayal from his former comrades-in-arms, Cabin felt a chilling sense of despair instantly overwhelm his previous anger.

Her hand, which was holding the empty gun, fell limply to her side, and her body swayed slightly.

For so many years, he has held firm, leading District 9 to maintain that fragile balance, striving to prevent the territory from becoming a complete den of drugs...

So, in these people's eyes, it was all a joke? All just playing house?
All the blood shed while patrolling in the rain, mediating disputes, and even protecting neighbors... vanished in an instant.

Her lips moved silently, and the flame that had been burning in her eyes suddenly went out, leaving only an empty, lifeless look and weariness.

Her ideals and her perseverance were shattered at this moment.

Akromar coldly surveyed the betrayal drama he himself had orchestrated below.

Watching the fleeting surprise and subsequent "tacit understanding" between the quick-fire squad leaders, his eyes behind his glasses were filled with disdain and mockery.

They are nothing more than a mob driven by profit and fear, a few wild dogs wagging their tails at the smell of a bone.

He merely threw out a little bait about future "cooperation" and "status," and hinted at the consequences of non-cooperation, and these so-called "tyrants" hastily turned against him, without even knowing it among themselves.

This inferiority and shortsightedness disgusted him from the bottom of his heart.

However, as long as he can use these fools to completely eliminate Mo Zhen, who repeatedly thwarts his plans and is unfathomable, he doesn't mind temporarily associating with these peasants.

"Mo Zhen."

Akromah's cold voice, carrying an air of complete control, echoed clearly above the warehouse, drowning out all the noise.

"Now, what cards do you have left? Did you anticipate this final scene in this carefully orchestrated drama? Surrender now. Considering your rare 'artistic talent,' I can guarantee that you will be used as experimental material... as completely as possible, as long as you surrender."

He emphasized the word "experimental materials" with a look as if he were examining a precious specimen that was about to be obtained.

Mo Zhen, who was being targeted by countless deadly red dots, showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he broke into an extremely excited, almost manic smile!

His golden eyes burned with an unprecedentedly scorching light, as if what lay before him was not a desperate situation, but a long-awaited moment of triumph!
"Unexpected? Hahahaha!"

Mo Zhen opened her arms wide, as if embracing this absurd feast, her voice high-pitched and distorted with excitement.

"This! This is the climax I've been waiting for! True art can only be born in absolute desperation! Only on the edge of the abyss can we witness the ultimate sublimation of heroes!"

He suddenly turned his head, looked at his wounded but still unyielding companion, and let out a deafening roar.

"Xiao Huolong—! Prepare for battle!!!"

Akromah frowned and sneered, "Madman!"

"Take down the one in the red suit, alive! The rest..."

His gaze swept over Carbin, Gatling, Thompson, and the others as if they were trash. "Kill them without mercy."

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

His response was Xiao Huolong's defiant roar!

Its battered body trembled violently, but the flames in its golden eyes never went out!
In that instant, an invisible force pierced through the cold steel of the warehouse!
It's felt!
That silent yet incredibly fervent call came from all directions!
The extinguished flames in Carbin's eyes held a deep resentment, Gatling's knuckles turned white as he gripped the barrel in fury, the last vestiges of despair suppressed by the members of District 9, and the faint hope that a "hero" would appear...

All the betrayed, oppressed, and despairing souls, pushed into the abyss, erupted in the same silent cry at this moment—

We need heroes!
“Ahhhh!!!”

An indescribable roar shook the entire space!

Within Xiao Huolong's body, the Burning Jue Dou Qi was compressed, boiled, and burned wildly in an unprecedentedly violent and self-destructive manner!
Its bones emitted crackling sounds as if they were about to burst under the strain, and the meridians through which its fighting spirit circulated glowed brightly, as if they were about to explode at any moment!
A terrifying power that transcends limits and breaks through the boundaries of life and death is sublimating within its body!
This is no longer a simple burst of fighting spirit, but the ultimate burning of will and the essence of life!

Feeling this terrifying power, the traitor Colt was utterly horrified.

He had witnessed the power of this canned yellow peach before, and now the power emanating from it was ten or even nine times stronger than before!
"Fire! Fire now! Kill that lizard!!!"

The Desert Eagle and Barrett roared simultaneously.

"Focus fire! Don't let it get any closer!"

"Roar-!!!"

Three terrifying enemies appeared before Xiao Huolong.

With monstrous strength, his muscles bulging and radiating a berserk aura at level 44, his fists erupted with blinding white light, condensing into the [Explosive Fist], powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks!
A level 45 armored Tyrannosaurus Rex with ferocious fangs roared and spun on its head, and countless sharp, cannonball-like boulders converged into a destructive torrent under the [Rock Blast]!
Colt, that level 46 hooded thug with sinister eyes, gave a venomous smile. Shadow energy rapidly swirled between his claws, transforming into the light-devouring [Hell Thrust]!
These three Pokémon are the main force of the officers, and at this moment they simultaneously attacked and killed this can of yellow peaches that exuded a dangerous aura!
Three completely different yet equally destructive torrents of energy, like three roaring dragons, pounced on Xiao Huolong from three directions with the force to shake the floor, aiming to tear him to shreds!

Faced with the destructive torrent attacking from three sides, Xiao Huolong did not retreat but advanced!

Its right arm suddenly rose, and under the extreme compression of the Burning Technique Battle Qi, the entire arm instantly transformed into a crimson-gold fire dragon enveloped in the Burning Technique Battle Qi!
【Eightfold Collapse - Fourth Heaven】

First Collapse: Volcanic Eruption!
The Second Collapse: Layer upon Layer of Mountains!
The Third Collapse: Raging Waves!
Fourth Collapse - Crimson Lotus Blooms!
Boom - boom -! ! !
The crimson-gold dragon, formed by the fusion of four destructive forces, collided violently with the three torrents of destruction!
The violent energy turbulence swept wildly in all directions like an out-of-control tsunami!

Exhausted, Xiao Huolong was already struggling to hold on against three powerful enemies far stronger than himself!

The destructive torrent formed a terrifying stalemate line in the center of the warehouse, and the shockwaves generated by the energy collision spread outwards in circles, shaking everyone so much that they could hardly stand!

"Hold on! Xiao Huolong!"

Cabin stared at the crimson-gold figure stubbornly holding on amidst the destructive storm and cried out in despair.

"We can't lose!"

Gatling's forehead veins bulged, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Stand up! Heroes!"

The remaining members of District 9, even Thomson and his group who were overwhelmed by the despair of betrayal, all had their eyes fixed on that crimson-gold figure.

All the resentment, anger, and last glimmer of hope transformed into a silent shout at this moment, piercing through the deafening roar of energy and reaching Xiao Huolong's heart!
Hero! We need you!

"Aa ...

At the center of the stalemate storm, Xiao Huolong clearly heard the yearning from all directions, from the depths of his soul!

Its burning heart trembled violently, as if it had been ignited by millions of matches at the same time!

"Xiao Huolong, it's time to ignite the heavens!!!"

Mo Zhen's words were like the last kindling thrown into the furnace of the soul!

Yes, it's time. I must become a hero, so... damn it... get fired up!!!
"Aa ...

Inspired by the will of the crowd and driven by the belief in fighting for others in dire straits, Xiao Huolong's will, soul, and body, burning to the limit, began to undergo an extreme sublimation!

The Burning Battle Qi is compressed, collapsed, and condensed in a way that exceeds the limits!
Its right arm, and indeed its entire body, seemed to be about to be completely annihilated by this force!

An ultimate power, surpassing all four collapses, was suddenly born within its body!

The eighth collapse, the fifth collapse...

The fire dragon roars!!!

At this moment, Xiao Huolong's arm completely transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon!
The dragon's head is ferocious, its scales are bristling, and it burns with extreme heat and a will to crush everything!

Xiao Huolong unleashed the strongest and final punch of his life!
With its mouth wide open, carrying the ultimate intent of burning the eight wastelands, the dragon fiercely devoured the oncoming monstrous strength, armored tyrannosaurus, and turbaned thug in the ultimate roar of the Burning Battle Qi!

Kouya——! ! ! ! !
A deafening roar of a fire dragon echoed through the warehouse!
The powerful and fierce punch was forcefully pushed back, and its bulging muscles were instantly twisted and carbonized under the terrifying heat and impact!
The Ironclad Tyrannosaurus's thick rock armor cracked with a piercing sound, its sturdy defense proving utterly useless!

The Hell Spikes that attacked from the flank were swallowed up by this absolute destructive power, and the shadow energy melted and dissipated like snow being poured on boiling water.

In the final moment, the hooded thug's sinister eyes were filled with boundless golden light, and all his cunning and malice vanished in the face of this overwhelming power!

Three sharp, simultaneous sounds of bones breaking and energy tearing erupted!

Under the oppressive force of the fire dragon's roar, the three powerful spirits couldn't even muster a decent struggle!
Their figures, amidst the roaring fire dragon, lasted less than a breath before being sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground.

The energy light on his body completely went out, and his body showed severe charring and cracking marks that were visible to the naked eye, clearly indicating that he had instantly lost all his fighting ability.

The warehouse was deathly silent.

All the gunshots, shouts, and roars came to an abrupt halt with that devastating punch.

Whether traitors or despairers, they were all frozen in place as if petrified, their faces showing only pure, incomprehensible horror and blankness.

Colt, Desert Eagle, and Barrett's expressions froze completely, from shock to distortion, and finally only extreme fear of witnessing divine punishment remained.

One punch!
Three formidable enemies, capable of crushing the battlefield, were annihilated!

"Fire! Take down that yellow-skinned lizard!!!"

Colt's eyes widened in terror as he roared in horror.

"Kill it!!"

"Don't let it get close!"

All the fear and murderous intent instantly found an outlet!
The surviving poison smoke team's firepower, the elite troops brought by the traitorous quick-fire team leaders, and the elves they commanded, all poured all their energy into attacking that can of yellow peaches!

Da da da da da——!!!
Bang bang bang——!!!
Energy beams, live ammunition, mental shocks... like a torrential downpour of death, instantly engulfed Xiao Huolong's figure burning with fighting spirit!
Xiao Huolong's Burning Technique Dou Qi flickered wildly, like a candle flame struggling in a storm.

Its massive body trembled violently and frequently amidst the dense barrage of fire, each tremor accompanied by splattering of blood resembling peach juice and shattered skin.

"Aa ...

It let out an indomitable roar, trying to throw another punch, but the ferocious attack was like countless heavy hammers, pinning it to the spot and constantly stripping it of its strength and life.

Finally, with a mournful cry mixed with endless rage, the last bit of crimson-gold light on Xiao Huolong's body was completely extinguished.

Its plump body, like a can of yellow peaches, seemed to have lost all its support, and it fell heavily and slowly backward.

Old Red... I feel like I've burned out...

Smoke and dust rose slowly, blurring its fallen form, leaving only a tragic and devastating silhouette.

The hero... has fallen.

(End of this chapter)