Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

This shot was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan, or like dropping a bomb in a pack of ferocious beasts!

The crowd, which had been surging forward with great momentum, was stunned by this fierce attack!

The formation instantly fell into chaos!

Some instinctively tried to find cover, some retreated in terror, while others were aroused by the tragic state of their companions, raising their weapons with red eyes to fight back!

But that's exactly the kind of chaos Chen Feng wanted!

After firing the first shot, he didn't care about the result at all. He lunged to the side like a cheetah and hid behind the brick wall next to the door frame, while throwing away the shotgun that had missed its target.

Almost at the same time he left his spot, several random gunshots rang out from the opposite side!

The bullets struck the spot where he had just been standing and the door frame, sending brick fragments flying!

Chen Feng leaned against the wall and quickly drew the two guns from his waist.

Listening to the cacophony of shouts, screams, and increasingly chaotic gunfire outside (some desperate criminals began firing wildly in a panic), his eyes remained icy cold.

The deterrent effect of the shotgun has been achieved.

Now, it's time to clear the area.

He slightly turned his body and darted out from behind the wall, firing both guns simultaneously!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Precise burst fire!

Every shot was aimed at a target that had shown a weakness or was trying to organize a counterattack!

A guy who had just raised his rifle was shot in the wrist and dropped it; a desperate man hiding behind a millstone and peeking out was shot in the head, and blood splattered all over the faces of the people next to him; a guy who tried to flank from the side was hit twice in the chest and fell down without even groaning!

Chen Feng's shooting was fast and accurate, like the Grim Reaper calling out names in the chaotic scene!

He made full use of the door frame and corners for cover, his figure was elusive, and each time he peeked out to shoot, the time was extremely short, but he could always take away one or half a life!

"Damn! He's hiding behind the wall!"

"Throw a grenade! Blow him up!"

"Damn it, where are the grenades?!"

"Charge! He only has two guns! And his ammo is limited!"

Among the outlaws were some brave and fierce individuals who, after the initial chaos, began to attempt to organize a counterattack.

Seven or eight people used the water tanks, stone mills, and wood piles in the courtyard as cover and opened fire fiercely towards the doorway where Chen Feng was hiding!

The bullets thudded against the brick wall, sending debris flying and making it difficult for Chen Feng to show himself.

With his back against the wall, Chen Feng listened to the dense gunfire and shouts outside and quickly changed the magazine that had been emptied.

He didn't lose his composure; instead, his gaze became even calmer.

He needs to break the deadlock.

His gaze swept across the ground and landed on the hunting rifle he had just thrown away.

The gun is empty, but... it might still have other uses.

He bent down, picked up the hunting rifle, and then pulled out a small cube wrapped in oil paper from his pocket—it was a homemade "palm bomb" type explosive made from leftover ammonium nitrate. It wasn't very powerful, but it was enough for a sudden close-range attack.

Quickly stuff the explosives into the empty magazine opening of the shotgun and secure it slightly with rags.

Then, he took a deep breath and threw the shotgun forcefully towards the densest crowd in the courtyard!

"What is it?"

"A gun? He threw the gun away?"

"Be careful!"

The desperados in the courtyard were startled when they saw something flying towards them, and their firing paused briefly and became chaotic.

It's now!

The moment the shotgun flew out of his hand, Chen Feng had already darted out from behind the wall!

With two pistols in hand, he crouched down, his eyes sharp as lightning, locking onto several targets who had been exposed by the flying shotguns!

The shotgun he threw with force drew an arc in the air and landed near the water vat in the yard—where three or four people were hiding.

The shotgun slammed against the edge of the water tank with a loud clang!

Immediately afterwards—

boom!!!!

The explosives stuffed into the magazine opening were hit and exploded violently!

Although its power was far less than that of conventional explosives, it still caused terrible casualties and chaos at such close range and among a crowd!

A flash of fire, shrapnel and shockwave shattered the water tank, and the two or three people hiding behind it screamed as they were thrown over, soaked to the bone and wounded by shrapnel, instantly losing their fighting ability!

The explosions and the splashing bricks and water terrified the desperados in the courtyard, throwing their formation into complete chaos!

"Explosives! He has explosives!"

"Run!"

"Damn it! Let's fight him!"

Chaos has reached its peak!

Some tried to run, some were terrified, and some went completely mad, firing wildly towards the door without a care in the world!

But that's exactly the kind of chaos Chen Feng wanted!

In the instant the explosion rang out, in the brief moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the blast, formations collapsed, and firing gaps appeared—

He moved!

Like an arrow released from a bow, they shot out from behind the cover at the door!

Instead of charging in a straight line, they charged into the enemy ranks with incredible speed and unpredictable footwork, using the scattered cover in the courtyard and the panicked bodies of the enemy as cover!

His twin pistols, like extensions of his arms, spewed the flames of death as he moved at high speed!

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Gunshots rang out like popping beans, almost in one continuous burst!

With each gunshot, a scream or a groan rang out, and a figure collapsed to the ground!

Close combat!

Melee!

This is Chen Feng's area of ​​expertise!

Countless battles in the narrow alleys and courtyards of Beijing had honed his close-combat marksmanship and fighting instincts to the extreme!

He moved like a ghost, weaving among the panicked enemies, firing his dual pistols in bursts or in quick succession, specifically targeting those who had guns, were trying to resist, or were blocking Fatty San's way!

When you run out of bullets, just pick up any weapon on the ground, or smash it with the butt of your gun or stab it with a dagger!

Screams, gunshots, curses, the cracking of bones, the thud of heavy objects falling... all blended into a bloody symphony of death in the small courtyard!

Fatty San hid behind a pile of firewood, watching as the dozen or so "ruthless characters" he had spent a fortune to build up as a shield were swiftly torn apart and slaughtered like paper in front of the black-leather-clad killing god. The color had long since faded from his face, leaving only ashen despair and utterly terrified despair.

What kind of monster did he... provoke?!

Within just two or three minutes, the noisy courtyard gradually quieted down.

There are no people left who can still stand.

The ground was littered with corpses and wounded, and blood had almost stained the entire courtyard red. It flowed along the cracks between the bricks and gathered in the low-lying areas, forming small pools of blood.

The air was filled with an overwhelming, nauseating stench of blood, gunpowder, and the foul smell of incontinence.

Chen Feng stood in the center of the courtyard, slightly out of breath. His black leather jacket was splattered with blood, some of it his own—his left arm had been grazed by a stray bullet, and it burned with pain; his right leg had also been cut open by a blade.

But he seemed to feel no pain. His sunglasses had fallen off during the struggle, revealing a pair of cold eyes devoid of any human emotion.

He slowly turned around, his gaze like a tangible ice blade piercing the pile of firewood.

Behind the firewood, Fatty San's obese body trembled like a leaf as he watched Chen Feng approach step by step. Looking into those cold, emotionless eyes, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"No...don't kill me..."

Fat Three collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, pleading incoherently, "Gold... money... I'll give it all back! Double! No, ten times! I know I was wrong! Spare my life! I... I can get you a boat! Really! I know people with connections! Spare me..."

Chen Feng stopped in front of him, looked down at his distorted, terrified face, and said nothing.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, still holding the empty Type 54 pistol, the muzzle pointed at Fatty San's forehead.

Fat Three's pupils dilated to their limit instantly, and the words of pleading stuck in his throat, leaving only a desperate groan.

Chen Feng's finger rested on the trigger.

His gaze, however, went beyond Fatty San, as if looking towards a more distant place.

Killing Fatty San will cut off the trail here.

Ship tickets, the means to go abroad...

But so what?

Every single one of these people deserves to die.

Fat San must die.

Those on the list must also die.

Not a single one can be left alive.

His gaze refocused on Fatty San's face, distorted by extreme fear, cold and resolute.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger—

"Don't move! Put the gun down!"

A sharp shout suddenly came from the direction of the collapsed teahouse's front hall! Immediately afterward, there were chaotic footsteps and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back!

Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

The police have arrived.

Moreover, judging from the noise, there were quite a few people.

He slowly turned his head, looked towards the front hall, then at the dying Fatty San on the ground, whose eyes had regained a glimmer of hope for survival, and then at the corpses all over the courtyard and the wounds on his own body.

Finally, his gaze fell on the other side of the backyard, on the not-too-high wall.

Without the slightest hesitation.

boom!

A gunshot rang out.

A bloody hole appeared on Fatty San's forehead, and the glimmer of hope in his eyes froze instantly, then dimmed completely. His obese body leaned back and remained motionless.

Chen Feng didn't even glance at Fatty San's corpse. He threw away his empty pistol and leaped up like a cheetah, rushing towards the wall at top speed!

Behind them, the shouts and footsteps of the police grew closer and closer!

"stop!"

"Run again and we'll shoot!"

Chen Feng ignored him, took a few steps to run up, pushed off the wall, grabbed the top of the wall, and with a strong push, flipped himself up!

Almost the instant his body leaped onto the wall—

boom! boom! boom!

Several gunshots rang out, and bullets hit the wall and top of the wall behind him, scattering sparks and broken bricks!

Chen Feng's figure flickered on the wall and then disappeared into the darkness outside.

All that remained was a blood-soaked courtyard behind them.