The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

At the entrance to the company's upward staircase, a steam-powered hound puffed out smoke, extended its transmission rod, and leaped into the air, heading straight for Portico 17.

Flames shot out from all three windows, one upstairs and one downstairs.

Bullets of various types, when they hit the cast iron casing, create dense sparks, but mostly only leave a few dents.

But then a figure, also laden with steel, poked its head out. The mute Xiong stepped forward, swung the breaching hammer attached to his exoskeleton arm, gripped the handle tightly, and hurled it fiercely at the 320-pound steel monster in front of him.

"Clang!" The metal struck the metal, producing a loud, teeth-grinding sound that made one's ears ring.

The exoskeleton of the mute man exploded with a cloud of white mist, and his feet plowed two deep furrows in the wooden floor in front of the stairs.

After smashing the hound's head, he turned around and caught the charging hound, only taking half a foot back.

After stopping the hound, he twisted his arms with his backhand, and steam sprayed out. The steel monster immediately crashed into the stone pillar of the porch: "Crack crack crack crack..." A pile of rubble fell from the pillar.

However, the second hound came on aggressively, stepping over the one that hadn't yet gotten up, and stretched its sharp claws directly towards the mute Xiong's head.

The exoskeletons they wore resembled robot shells pieced together from cast iron, with incomplete armor plates and many areas consisting only of drive rods and tubing.

However, its protective effect should not be underestimated.

The steel claws grazed the steel plate on the shoulder, tearing apart a cluster of rivets and thin steel fragments.

But the hammer that Xiong Ge threw also hit the hydraulic line in the hound's neck.

The pipeline ruptured, and high-pressure oil sprayed out as a white mist, causing the hound's head movements to suddenly become sluggish.

At the main gate, Xiong Ge held the line single-handedly, and with the support of his brothers' firepower, the gate was not breached.

However, the Whitechapel district was densely populated, and the Blood Sands thugs had already found other ways to get around.

Enter a nearby building, then break through the adjacent wall to reach the roof of the nearby building, and then leap across.

The other two mechanical hounds used the same method to leap over the porch pillars and rush straight into the company's balcony or upper floors.

A dense hail of bullets poured through several windows onto the two hunting dogs. But it had little effect. The sheer force of the impact from such heavy iron lumps was something even bullets of that era couldn't withstand.

Then, "Crack!" The window frame shattered, the balcony on the other floor shook violently, the hunting dog rushed into the house, and the other thugs followed closely behind.

One of the hunting dogs opened its jaws, and in front of it stood Boss Chen, who had returned to the company's senior management.

The steam-powered hound's precision-machined alloy teeth and claws, pieced together from sharp blades coated with lubricant, were particularly eerie under the cold light of the whale oil lamp.

But then we saw Boss Chen grip his cane tightly in his right hand and decisively move to raise his hand.

That body, which looked somewhat hunched and obese, possessed an astonishingly smooth and powerful flow of energy.

The cane immediately swept upwards at an angle.

"Crack..." The cane, made of precious wood, shattered as it collided with the claws of the steam hound.

Wood shards flew through the air, but inside the cane in Boss Chen's hand, a slender sword slid out from the shattered shell, trailing a silver arc under the whale-shaped lamplight.

The remaining section of the handle below the tip of the staff clicked open, and immediately a steam reaction occurred.

"Crack!" The trajectory of the longsword became even faster and more unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, the blade sliced ​​into the gap in the armor where the hound's neck and abdomen met.

"Crack..." The hydraulic hose burst, and the steam hound lost most of its strength.

Boss Chen drew his longsword with a backhand and struck the hunting dog hard on the head with the tip of his cane.

The hound, its paws weakened, immediately lay down on the ground.

"Snap!" The sword's edge plunged straight into the hound's neck, and with a forceful backward twist, severed many of the wires and the electrical signal receiver.

The Steam Hound's amber fog lights flashed one last time before going out forever.

"Bang..." The 320-pound mangled body slammed down three inches in front of Chen Luyi's feet, its claws barely touching the hem of his Tang suit.

Boss Chen didn't look at it, but continued upstairs with his breathing three times faster than before.

Downstairs, like tigers among sheep, the hunting dogs that suddenly rushed into the second floor forcefully suppressed the two brothers wearing exoskeletons.

Not every piece of equipment is that powerful, and the whale oil reserves for driving the equipment are also different. Therefore, even with only one steam hound, the two men were still exhausted when facing the agile yet fierce steam hound.

"Crack!" He smashed the table where his brothers usually drank, and slowly broke into the interior.

"Bang!" Behind the hound, the Blood Sand Company thugs who had climbed up from a nearby building decisively fired into the house.

Although stray bullets that weren't aimed very well were all deflected by the exoskeleton, they still seemed to be in danger.

It wasn't until three or five thugs entered the house that the situation became clear. Some of them even ran straight into the depths of the corridor on this floor, ignoring everything else.

"Bang!" A figure rushing up from downstairs finally grabbed a thug who was about to attack the fallen brother, and suddenly raised his knee and slammed it into his stomach.

"Cough..." The man's back was arched like a shrimp, and he felt as if his internal organs had been crushed by a chariot. He almost fainted instantly.

Zheng Kui's elbow followed immediately, striking him directly on the back of the head.

"Pfft!" As the elbow encased in the exoskeleton passed by, blood splattered everywhere.

"Back off!" Zheng Kui said, pulling one of his men away, and then instantly swung his leg like a steel whip, kicking down a thug in the blink of an eye.

"Snap..." His head was wedged directly into the floor.

The brothers retreated into the surrounding rooms, loaded their guns, and fired, finally seizing control of the situation on that floor.

Even the thugs who went into the inner room, one of them, had just followed the trail and pushed open a door.

Suddenly, a hand that didn't look particularly strong or powerful reached out from inside the house and placed on his wrist.

"Click-clack click-clack..."

"Ahhh!!" This arm was clearly not covered by an exoskeleton, but with a twist of the backhand, the thug's hand was bent into a pretzel shape.

With a flick of the wrist, the thug fell backward, knocking down another one.

"Durerum! You barged in halfway through setting my bones, and if you set it wrong, I'll put your head on your ass later, you bastard!"

While applying medicine and setting the bones of the wounded, Uncle Guang cursed and kicked the door shut.

His other hand never left the wounded man's body.

At the same time, the thugs who had been knocked down in the lead were just getting angry when the door at the end of the corridor was suddenly pushed open.

Then, Uncle Wang, who was wearing heavy armor, turned his head, spat out a cigarette butt, and crawled out of the house.

He was alone, and even though the thick armor made him look like a strong man, he was still an old man of considerable age.

But just because they saw him, the five or six thugs in the corridor who were still unharmed were so frightened that their legs trembled, as if the guns in their hands were just firewood and the machetes were just ear picks. They immediately turned around and ran away.

However, Uncle Wang turned around and the incredibly heavy gun he was holding was finally revealed.

It was a large gun with a square bolt and a thick, round barrel, which he held in one hand and supported with the other, propped up at his side.

It had barely lifted itself when it began to spew flames.

"Da da da da da..."

Countless bullets, like a meteor shower, instantly covered the entire corridor.

………………

Meanwhile, on the floor above, a colleague was pinned down on the steam-powered hound that Boss Chen had smashed.

Mike, whose injuries had mostly healed, brought his blood-stained face close to the brother in front of him, and quickly disemboweled the man with his claws.