Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Lin Mo sneered, reached into his robes, and took out a shotgun from his spatial storage, using his clothes as cover.

The gun barrel reflected a cold, metallic luster in the sunlight, and the dark muzzle was pressed directly against Sun Can's breastplate.

321!

I gave you a chance, but you failed miserably!

"What do you mean?"

Sun Can looked down at the black tube pressed against his chest, then looked up at Lin Mo, a hint of confusion flashing across his face. Lin Mo's words made him feel baffled.

What opportunity?

What's useless?

Who's giving whom a chance?

"Don't you want a reasonable explanation?"

The explanation is right here.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo pulled the trigger.

A dull thud echoed through the empty manor. Sun Can felt as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer. His breastplate and sternum collapsed inward, and he was sent flying backward, crashing onto the stone steps and dying instantly.

Sun Can's thirteen personal guards were stunned for a moment, clearly their minds hadn't caught up with what they were seeing.

Their commander was a second-rate seventh-rank military officer who had led troops for many years!

He was shot with a burst of fire from a black pipe, and then he was sent flying and died?

But someone quickly reacted, roaring as he drew his sword and lunged at Lin Mo.

Seeing this, the others instinctively drew their swords and rushed towards Lin Mo.

Instead of retreating, Lin Mo advanced, holding a shotgun and firing several shots.

The guards at the front were instantly blasted away.

After emptying the magazine, Lin Mo pulled out the pineapple rifle, shouldered it with the butt, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da!"

The ammunition belt was frantically pumped from the feed port, and spent cartridge cases ejected from the ejection port bounced all over the ground.

The dense barrage of bullets sealed off the entire courtyard, and several guards were riddled with bullets on the spot.

As he fired, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Anyone infected with the plague who refuses quarantine will be killed on the spot!"

The sound was muffled by the roar of the machine gun, but these words were not meant for the dying guards; they were meant for the civilians watching from afar and the two guards behind him.

Although the excuse was lame, Lin Mo wanted to maintain a unified narrative.

If someone comes to investigate later, and everyone says the same thing, just give them some more money, and there shouldn't be any major problems!

The roar of machine guns echoed through the manor, and the air was filled with a mixture of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood.

The remaining guards finally realized how terrifying this thing was and turned to run.

But Lin Mo wasn't about to give them a chance. He lowered his gun and fired as he chased after them.

Bullets splattered across the cobblestone path, sending up a trail of pebbles. The two guards at the very back collapsed to the ground, their backs gushing blood.

The remaining few were terrified. Some climbed over the wall, others scurried through alleys, but the mansion was only so big; they could run for their lives.

Lin Mo chased after them to the backyard with a machine gun, where two more soldiers fell in the hail of bullets. The last one was so scared that his legs went weak and he scrambled into a woodshed.

Lin Mo kicked the tightly closed wooden door, and the door crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The room was dark and damp, with piles of wood in the corner, and a plump, white figure huddled behind a pillar, shivering.

Lin Mo raised his gun, about to pull the trigger, when a mournful wail, tinged with sobs, came from behind the pillar.

"My lord! My lord, please don't kill me!"

I don't want to die. I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and an infant to raise!

I swear I won't say a word about what happened today, I swear to God!

Lin Mo's finger hovered over the trigger, a cold smile playing on his lips.

It's that same old excuse about having elderly parents and young children to care for; people who beg for mercy throughout history and across the world all come from the same training program.

He slowly walked to the pillar, gun in hand, looking down at the huddled, overweight man, the gun barrel pointed menacingly at his forehead.

"Only the dead can keep secrets."

The chubby man was trembling like a sieve, sweat pouring down his forehead, and he even wet his pants.

His voice was urgent and trembling:

"My lord! My lord, I can be your dog!"

Sun Da...

No, Commander Sun is dead. If you let me go back, I can take his place!

All the thousand soldiers in the West City Garrison are now your men!

Think about it, killing me would only give you a chance to vent your anger, keeping me alive would just give you another knife!

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks.

He squinted and re-examined the plump, pale man in front of him.

This man looked fair-skinned and muscular, completely unlike those seasoned soldiers who were exposed to the elements year-round. However, he spoke clearly and logically, and the fact that he was still thinking about negotiation in this situation meant he wasn't entirely brainless.

If he can really take the position of commander of a thousand households, he will have the troops of that thousand-household garrison in the west of the city under his control, and the military strength of Lianhai County will increase several times over.

This is a better deal than killing one more person, no matter how you look at it.

"Are you really capable of securing the position of commander of a thousand households?"

Lin Mo lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly.

The chubby man noticed the relaxation in Lin Mo's tone and shakily shuffled out from behind the pillar.

He was wearing a suit of armor that clearly didn't fit him well; his round belly stretched the armor plates taut, and his face was covered in dust and tear stains, making him look both disheveled and comical.

He knelt on the ground, looked up at Lin Mo, and nodded frantically:

I'm sure!

My father is Yue Wanjin, a wealthy merchant in Hezhou. He owns eight businesses in Hezhou City, and my uncle is a commander!

As long as my father provides the money to bribe officials, the position of commander of a thousand households will be mine for the taking!

"My lord, I have value; it would be a pity to kill me!"

"I can spare your life."

Lin Mo lowered the gun completely, but his eyes remained sharp.

"However, to ensure your loyalty to me, I need your cooperation. Is that alright?"

"No problem, no problem!"

"I'll do anything as long as you don't kill me!"

The Cantonese bird nods its head like it's pounding garlic.

Lin Mo turned and called out to the door:

"Zhang Tie, come in and tie him up."

Zhang Tie entered in response, carrying a bundle of hemp rope, and quickly tied the Yue Peng bird up tightly.

The Cantonese bird was being strangled, its jaws agape, but it kept beating back:

"My lord, there's really no need to tie him up."

I won't run away; I'm a man of my word!

"Shut up."

Lin Mo gave a low shout.

The Cantonese bird immediately shut its beak tighter than a clam shell.

"Look at me."

Lin Mo spoke coldly.

Yue Peng Niao reluctantly met Lin Mo's gaze with her tiny, beady eyes.

The moment his gaze met Lin Mo's eyes, he felt as if something had suddenly seized him, his pupils dilated slightly, and his consciousness sank into a state of chaos.

A glint of light flashed deep within Lin Mo's pupils, and the Mind-Bending Technique, like mercury spilling onto the ground, invaded the Yue Peng Bird's sea of ​​consciousness, etching the mark of loyalty layer by layer into it.

"Untie it."

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and waved to Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie stepped forward and untied the hemp rope. Yue Pengniao stood up from the ground, his eyes no longer showing the fear and scheming from before, but instead filled with heartfelt respect.

He straightened his askew armor, knelt on one knee, and clasped his hands in a salute:

"Your humble servant greets Your Excellency."

"What's your name?"

"Cantonese bird".

"What level of strength?"

"In reply to you, sir, I am not a ninth-dan."

"It's a bit sloppy."

Lin Mo looked him up and down.

"Your words are wise, sir. I will certainly practice diligently when I return."

The Yue Peng bird lowered its head in shame.

"What kind of businesses does your father run?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, we have interests in silk, medicine, paper, money exchange, restaurant, security escort agency, cosmetics, and seafood."

The Yue Peng bird reported everything in detail.