Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

The pickup truck drove on the highway for another ten minutes or so.

The terrain began to flatten out a bit.

The once dense forests on both sides have disappeared, replaced by large tracts of dry, barren grassland.

Occasionally you can see a few abandoned farms, with half of the barn roofs collapsed, looking like old men on their last legs.

He Yuanchao reduced the car speed to fifty.

The view here is good, but there are also more obstacles on the road.

In some places, several dried horse carcasses lay lying across the ground.

"Everyone be careful." He Yuanchao patted the horn. "This place is too open and will attract attention."

No sooner had he finished speaking than two bright lights suddenly appeared from behind a gentle slope ahead.

It's reflective.

The dazzling reflection unique to sunlight shining on a metal surface.

"parking!"

Alice was the first to shout it out.

He Yuanchao slammed on the brakes.

The pickup truck left a long black tire track on the road, emitted a piercing screech, and stopped less than a hundred meters from the gentle slope.

He Yuanchao looked through the windshield.

There is a roadblock ahead.

Three dilapidated bread carts were parked sideways in the middle of the road, completely blocking it. A large area of ​​spikes was scattered on the road – makeshift roadblocks welded together with wire and nails.

He Yuanchao had seen this kind of approach many times in Liangye.

This is a typical case of highway robbery.

"Are they zombies?" Old Tom asked from the back seat.

"No. It's a person."

He Yuanchao squinted, and the system radar on his retina began to flicker.

A red dot appeared.

Eight.

No, ten.

Four people were hiding in the wrecked car behind the roadblock, and three were crouching in the bushes by the roadside.

Judging from the commotion, these people all have weapons.

"What do we do?" Jill's hand was already on the trigger.

"Let's see what they want first." He Yuanchao pulled the Desert Eagle out of its sheath and tucked it into the belt at his lower back, holding only the Cold Iron Dagger in his hand.

He pushed open the car door and got out.

"Stay in the vehicle and be ready to provide fire support at any time."

He Yuanchao gave a brief instruction, then walked slowly toward the roadblock with his arms outstretched.

He wasn't walking fast.

Every step was taken firmly.

The wind rustled through the wasteland, making his clothes flutter incessantly.

He was about 30 meters away from the roadblock.

A person stood up behind the bread cart.

He's bald.

The man was quite large, wearing a vest stained with oil. He had a long scar on his left cheek that stretched all the way to his ear. He was holding a double-barreled shotgun and staring menacingly at He Yuanchao.

Then, several people stood up from the bushes.

They were all hideous-looking, dressed in all sorts of strange clothes. Some were carrying machetes, others were carrying iron pipes.

Two of them were even carrying the kind of mini-guns used by the police.

Judging from their demeanor, these people have been running rampant in this area for quite some time.

"Stop there! Don't move another step!"

Scarface shouted loudly. His voice was so loud that it silenced the crickets in the nearby grass.

He Yuanchao stopped.

He had his hands in his pockets, his expression as indifferent as if he had just encountered a stranger asking for directions.

"What's up?"

Scarface was clearly taken aback when he saw He Yuanchao's calm demeanor.

He robbed many people on this road.

Some knelt down and begged for mercy, some cried out to heaven and earth, and some tried to fight back but ended up being riddled with bullets.

I've never seen anyone so calm.

"Hey kid. Are you really stupid or just pretending?"

Scarface pointed his shotgun at the direction of the pickup truck.

"Leave that car. Unload everything inside. And that girl—"

Scarface licked his lips, his eyes revealing a disgusting lewdness.

"That blonde is pretty good. Leave her here, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise..."

He patted the butt of his hunting rifle.

"I'll just cut two holes in your forehead."

The group behind him burst into laughter.

A short man with freckles on his face waved his machete and let out two strange cries.

He Yuanchao lowered his head.

His lips twitched slightly, not in a smile, but as a physiological reaction to extreme disgust.

In the world of "Bright Sword," what he hates most are bandits who profit from national disasters and bully the weak.

Back then, he would kill any such person he saw.

In this hellish place, the dark side of human nature has been magnified countless times.

These people can no longer be called human beings.

They are beasts more vicious than zombies.

"I said..." He Yuanchao raised his head again.

His eyes changed.

The previously somewhat lazy gaze was gone, replaced by a deathly stillness that sent chills down Scarface's spine.

"I'll give you a suggestion too."

He Yuanchao stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky.

"Now, kneel on the ground. Hand over what you've been stealing all these days. Then tell me where you came from."

"If you act sincere enough, I might leave you with a complete corpse."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Scarface froze for a full three seconds, then burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha! Listen to this, everyone! This kid said he'll leave me a whole corpse!"

He laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

"Second brother! Tell this kid what the rules are here!"

The freckled face holding the cup smiled.

He raised the muzzle of the gun an inch, his finger poised to pull the trigger.

Right in this very second.

He Yuanchao made a move.

His body suddenly tilted to the side.

The movement was as fast as a black lightning bolt.

"Bang!"

The freckled face made a slight noise.

But the bullet only hit the ground where He Yuanchao had just been standing, sending up a string of sparks.

then.

He Yuanchao's hand swung out of his pocket.

A streak of cold blue light flashed through the air, accompanied by a piercing shriek.

"laugh!"

The freckled face hadn't even realized what was going on.

He only felt a chill on his ear.

Then came a piercing, excruciating pain.

The cold iron dagger flew past his cheek.

Not only did they shave off his entire left ear, but they also nailed it to the iron door of the van behind him.

The dagger pierced the iron three inches deep.

The blade was still buzzing and trembling.

The freckled-faced man screamed in agony, clutching his blood-soaked head as he collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

Scarface got anxious.

He was about to raise his shotgun and pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out from a pickup truck in the distance.

Old Tom made his move.

This shot was extremely tricky.

The bullet struck the side of Scarface's shotgun with pinpoint accuracy.

The immense impact bent both gun barrels.

The shotgun exploded in Scarface's hands.

His tiger's mouth was bleeding from the shock, and he was thrown to the middle of the road by the shockwave.

Followed by.

Jill and Alice opened fire as well.

The machine gun on the pickup truck bed roared angrily.

"Da da da da!"

A dense hail of bullets swept across the patch of grass.

The two henchmen who had originally intended to launch a sneak attack were riddled with bullets before they could even let out a scream.

The rest of the people were stunned by the sudden barrage of firepower.

They originally thought it was just a fat sheep.

Unexpectedly, they crashed into a tank.

He Yuanchao did not stop.

He rushed to the roadblock in a few steps.

He moved too fast.

They were so fast that the bandits with machetes didn't even have time to swing their weapons.

He Yuanchao grabbed a man by the collar with his left hand and slammed his right fist into the man's stomach.

The muffled sound could be heard clearly in the open field.

The man's eyes were practically bulging out, and his body was curled up like a shrimp.

He Yuanchao snatched the other man's machete.

He looked at the remaining few people.

"Ten seconds."

He Yuanchao's voice was still calm, but the killing intent within it was now so strong it couldn't be dispelled.

"Kneel down."

"Or die."

The iron pipes in the hands of the remaining four bandits clattered to the ground.

They all knelt down on the muddy ground with a thud.

Scarface was still rolling on the ground, howling in pain.

His right hand was blown to pieces, with his finger bones exposed.

He Yuanchao walked to the bread cart and reached out to pull out the cold iron dagger.

The tip of the knife still bore a trace of blood from the freckled face, giving it an eerie feel in the sunlight.

He walked up to Scarface and used the tip of his knife to lift the man's chin.

"Now, we can have a proper talk."

He Yuanchao squatted down.

"Tell me, where is your hideout?"

"besides……"

He glanced at a pink children's dress stained with blood hanging on the back window of the van.

"What about those people you took from us?"

Scarface's pupils contracted sharply.

His lips trembled, and his eyes held a nauseating, deathly paleness.

"At...at the farm..."

He spoke the location in a trembling voice.

He Yuanchao stood up.

He didn't look at these people again.

He had already sentenced these people to death in his heart.

But he doesn't have time to clean house himself right now.

Claire doesn't have much time left.

"Old Tom, tie all these men up and throw them into the ditch."

He Yuanchao turned his head and shouted something to the pickup truck.

"Jill, go search those cars. Take everything useful."

He wiped the cold iron dagger clean on the corner of his clothes and put it back in its sheath.

The darkness of this world was deeper than he had imagined.

But he wasn't afraid.

Because he brought light.

That was gunfire.

It is also the fire of revenge.

He Yuanchao sat back in the driver's seat of the pickup truck.

He glanced at the time.

Distance to the gas station.

Fifteen kilometers to go.

"Hold on tight."

He stepped on the gas.

The pickup truck roared and slammed through the bread truck blocking the road, hurtling towards that final destination.

Mud and blood.

It splashed behind the tire.