During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

The muzzle flash disappeared in an instant.

George moved with lightning speed, leaping left and right, bullets whistling around him, yet he laughed wildly: "Guns? What era are we living in? You still use guns? Monkey, you're dead!"

The figure wearing the monkey mask suddenly stretched out both hands, holding two guns, and pulled the triggers, firing six shots in quick succession.

The bullets streaked across the darkness, rapidly magnifying in George's eyes. The six trajectories, like a shower of petals, completely blocked his escape routes. He lunged forward, bullets whistling sharply overhead, his shoulders and back burning with pain.

"You son of a bitch, you've really angered me!" George slammed his fist into the ground, his body moving like a snake as he crouched and lunged forward. Another volley of bullets whistled through the air, but he twisted and turned like a serpent, dodging the bullets seven or eight times.

The "Double-Gun Monkey," none other than Song Beiyou, arrived in a red suit with incredible speed; this man had definitely been injected with a serum. The previous barrage of bullets, coupled with Qiu Chan's preemptive awareness, had already revealed that he was deliberately protecting his eyes.

The red-clad foreigner approached rapidly, closing the distance of several dozen feet in the blink of an eye.

Song Beiyou's mind stirred, and he touched his brow, a prompt appearing: [Infuse 10 years of lifespan; Firearms Proficiency upgraded to Master.]

In an instant, gun-handling experience and muscle memory are naturally acquired. Breathing patterns, movement rhythms, subtle senses, and even the ability to flick the gun—all are instantly adapted to. The next second, the muzzle slightly turns, the wrist flicks, and bang!

George, who had run more than ten meters away, suddenly stopped and was horrified to find that the bullets, trailing fire, were spinning and rapidly approaching in the air, and he had no idea how to dodge them.

"Damn it, what kind of gun is this!" In a split second, he hurriedly raised his arm to shield his eyes! *Thud thud*, two flowers of blood bloomed.

Before anyone could react, another sharp gunshot rang out!

Through his aching arm, George only saw a flash of spinning fire before his eyes. The next moment, his head exploded with a deafening roar, as if he had been hit by a train engine, and his consciousness instantly plunged into darkness.

Song Beiyou flicked his wrist, and the pistol seemed to become one with him. At this moment, man and gun were one; he was the god of guns. Stepping on the frozen earth and stones, he walked calmly and confidently toward the man in the red suit.

With Qiu Chan's premonition, he clearly saw blood mist and bone fragments shooting out of the ear; the person was completely dead.

Approaching the corpse, George's brown eyes widened, pupils unfocused, filled with disbelief and terror. With a thought, Song Beiyou's inherited mask appeared, but it offered no indication of absorbable serum. It seemed this fellow hadn't been injected with the Qianyuan type.

He killed George in a chase, a back-and-forth struggle that lasted only a few moments.

"Oh no, he killed George! George is dead! Get down here, everyone, come and protect me!" Smith shouted in a trembling voice.

On the iron-hulled ship, a group of armed foreigners rushed down the gangway.

Suddenly, a figure darted into the crowd from the side, a cold glint flashing in his hand before disappearing just as quickly. Several ordinary foreigners had no time to react and were thrown to the ground.

Smith panicked. The bear-like Peppa Pig was surrounded by tiger and dog masks, and suddenly a rabbit mask appeared, blocking his way back to the ship.

"Damn it, damn it! They're all useless!" He turned around in a panic and fled towards the sparse reeds by the ferry.

Song Beiyou's brow furrowed slightly as he took in everything. He quickly approached, brandishing his two pistols. The burly man was engaged in a fierce battle with Xie Sanhe and Ding Qiang, fighting two against one without being at a disadvantage.

Xie Sanhe's powerful Bajiquan was like a sudden storm, but the muscular man, Peiqi, whose clothes bulged from his muscles, made each strike sound like a resounding clang of cast iron. His punches were like the furious swing of a hammer, and no one dared to confront his power head-on.

With a muffled groan, Ding Qiang was struck in the chest and staggered back. Song Beiyou stepped forward and reached out to support him. He immediately felt a tremendous force on his hand, and was secretly surprised by the opponent's strength. He asked in a low voice, "How are you?"

Ding Qiang ripped open his shirt, revealing a dented fist mark on the breastplate. He gasped, "Thank goodness Brother You prepared in advance!" He then circulated his qi and blood, his chest heaving, and slowly exhaled.

With a flick of his wrist, Song Beiyou unleashed a flurry of fire as bullets left the barrel.

Peiqi punched Xie Sanhe away, then turned around sharply. The veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and in a flash, a metallic luster reflected off his head. With a few clanging sounds, the bullets were deflected as if they had hit metal.

Song Beiyou's expression changed. Wasn't this a foreign version of Invincible Vajra? What kind of serum was this, so powerful! No wonder even a Ming Jin master like Chen Zhengwei looked down on pistols.

He glanced at Smith and his men fleeing into the reeds and ordered, "Tiger, Yellow Dog, you two go and catch them. I'll handle this idiot."

"Be careful!" Xie Sanhe nodded slightly and quickly retreated with Ding Qiang, chasing after them towards the ferry.

"You bastard monkey, do you think I'm like that idiot George?" Paige's face contorted with grotesque grimaces, she glared at him, her thumb snapping back and slamming into the muddy ground. A contemptuous smirk curled at the corner of her mouth. "Go eat shit on the ground."

Song Beiyou didn't even lift his eyelids. He raised his hand and fired two shots, while simultaneously retreating to quickly create distance.

"Fuck, die!" Paige roared like a wild beast and chased after him.

Click! Bullets cleared and loaded!

"Out of bullets, huh? Haha." Paige grinned maliciously, kicking up dirt and gravel as she closed in on him.

The light overhead suddenly dimmed, a fierce wind rushed in, and a fist the size of a sandbag rapidly enlarged! Song Beiyou remained calm and composed, using the "Reverse Branch Step" footwork to leap backward. At the same time, he pressed down on the catch with his thumb, causing the old magazine to fall off. With a flick of his waist and hips, the new magazine on his belt sprang up and fit perfectly into the empty magazine. His thumb pressed down on the catch, and it clicked shut instantly.

The next instant, the gun barrel was raised, the gun flashed again, and the spent cartridges were thrown out and spun in the air.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The bullets struck his forehead, ricocheting off and leaving only a small white mark! Peppa Pig paused in her lunge, then spread her arms and pounced again, her eyes flashing with ferocity. "Little monkey, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Song Beiyou's eyes were like cold pools. This kind of indestructible technique couldn't last forever, could it? Otherwise, he would be invincible. In an instant, he used the Cloud Ascension Technique again, seemingly teleporting out of thin air, leaping a full zhang horizontally. His twin pistols fired in rapid succession, six shots hitting the same spot on the big man's forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

Peppa Pig's hammer-like head trembled violently from the blow. She hadn't expected Song Beiyou's marksmanship to be so accurate. She gasped in pain, her mouth splitting open, and yelled, "Shit!"

It's now!

Song Beiyou's pupils contracted sharply, and with a slight flick of his wrist, two bullets shot into the big man's mouth in an instant, traveling along an arc.

puff puff!

"What? Ah!" The cry was muffled as a stream of blood pushed half a tongue out of her mouth. Paige reached out and covered her mouth, her gray eyes wide open beneath her high brow bone, her pupils reflecting astonishment.

Slapping them in the face isn't enough!