Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

The fat man was overjoyed and instinctively replied, "Then of course I won't kill him..."

"laugh--!"

The blade sliced ​​through, and hot blood splattered.

The fat man clutched his neck and collapsed in terror.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Can't Hear!

Leaving the body in the middle of the road is definitely not an option. If it gets discovered by other members of the Thunder Gang, things will become more complicated and it will hinder their operations.

Zhang Renfeng and Mike began to dispose of the bodies, moving them to the nearby bushes. The world is vast, and there are plenty of ways to dispose of corpses. There are enough people buried in the Gray Wolf Mountains; adding five more wouldn't make a difference.

While they were moving stones, Xiaomei wasn't idle either; she led over Leon's old horse. Perhaps because of their interaction the night before, the horse didn't resist at all and obediently followed. Carefully lifting the saddlebag, she finally understood why Leon was so eager to go home.

"Boom!"

A piece of gold that makes a resounding sound when thrown.

With Xiaomei's strength, lifting it with both hands was already quite a struggle. As for its size... well, that goes without saying. For a normal person, if you told them that gouging out an eye would allow them to immediately take the gold nugget home, fifty percent of them would do it without hesitation. From a young age, the girl had only seen silver coins and US dollars, and had almost no chance to see gold, let alone... such a miraculous piece of gold.

"My goodness!" Xiaomei stared wide-eyed at the gleaming gold, murmuring, "No wonder Zouma looked so tired last night, carrying such a huge thing! How heavy must it be?"

No matter how heavy it is, one thing is certain—for a gold prospector, it's like winning the lottery. As long as he doesn't use it too recklessly or extravagantly, the weight of this large piece of gold is enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

However, Zhang Renfeng's gaze as he looked at the enormous piece of gold held a hint of sadness.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." He lamented, "If you find a treasure but don't have the ability to protect it, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later."

Mike lay down on the gold, sniffed it carefully, and gently rubbed its uneven surface with his fingertip, scraping off a little bit before holding it under his nose. "Moist soil. He dug this gold out of a nearby riverbed. It's a mining method that relies entirely on luck..."

"After the heavy rain, the rainwater seeps into the ground and eventually flows into the riverbed. Gold prospectors will go along the riverbed, scoop up the mud and sand with basins, and then wash it off with drinking water. If they are lucky, they can see fragments of gold ore—those washed in by the groundwater. Of course, they are usually very small, about the size of gunpowder powder. But the amount doesn't matter. As long as there are some, it means that the trip was worthwhile, and it is almost certain that there is a gold mine nearby."

"Next, we moved along the riverbed, repeating the above process over and over. We used the amount of gold fragments left in the basin to gauge our distance from the ore layer. The kid was very lucky; he eventually located the ore layer, started digging, and successfully extracted gold."

He patted the gold a couple of times, already quite fond of it, and then said, "Considering its size, it must be a gold vein. Considering the distance of a horse in Tennessee and the location of the riverbed, this gold mine must be newly discovered and not yet fully mined. It can be basically determined that it should be on the bank of the nearest tributary of the Ink River."

The Thunder Gang is still here; they won't run away. But the gold mine is a different story.

Even if Leon dies, the mine he dug won't be filled in. Any passerby will know that someone once mined in this place. Suppose a hundred people pass by, and if ten of them are interested, and one person comes with a shovel and spade, they can dig up all the gold here.

Thinking of all that gleaming gold, Mike secretly felt a pang of regret.

But he wasn't such a person without principles. Since he had already made up his mind to help Xiaomei get revenge, all other arrangements had to be postponed.

Furthermore, with this heavy piece of gold as a safety net, simply surviving this trip would already be a huge success. There's no need to create unnecessary trouble out of greed.

Zhang Renfeng stared at the gold for a long time, his brows furrowed.

“You know what, I always felt that the ‘tea merchant’ story was a bit too far-fetched. If people saw our luggage and there was no tea or ceramics, they would be a fool to believe us.”

"Mike, you just said that gold mine... roughly where was it?"

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"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The fist was pulled from the woman's face, stained with blood and broken teeth.

Here, "bruised and battered" is not just an adjective, but an exaggeration; broken bones and torn flesh are everywhere. The man with a buzz cut and ears like dumplings grinned maliciously and hissed at the woman as if soothing a frightened animal, but his fists the size of sandbags never stopped, raining down on her face and abdomen like a storm.

Scar Village, Flea Nest, a brothel without a name.

Tuku Zolael is beating a woman... It can't even be called "beating"; "execution" would be a more appropriate word.

His arms were like solid black wood, and his ten fingers were adorned with many rings, which at this moment served a function similar to brass knuckles.

In the dilapidated red house, all the women ran out, some disheveled, some barely clothed. They heard no screams, only the dull thuds of fists pounding flesh. He had a morbid obsession, continuing until all the woman's teeth were broken before finally stopping, tossing her aside like trash.

Not only them, but also a large number of his followers who came to Tuku 2 were on the sidelines, watching the execution.

"Ha, damn it, you...you bastards, you really need to improve...what was I saying again? Your 'skill level' has dropped. Even with something this simple, you can't even touch the right spot with your teeth, what use are you? Huh!"

After beating her up, Tuku didn't even look at her properly and kicked her in the head again—the poor woman had lost all reflexes and was like a lifeless punching bag.

A henchman swallowed hard, cautiously ran over, and whispered something in his ear.

"..."

“I can’t hear you,” Tuku said calmly, stepping on the woman’s head.

The young man was instantly drenched in sweat. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Apart from the woman's blood flowing down, there was no other sound. How could he not hear it?

He raised his voice slightly and repeated it.

"I can't hear you!" Tuku shouted. "Haven't you eaten?!"

The younger brother finally understood what he meant and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This morning, the patrol team failed to return to the village on time! We have already sent our men to search along the route, but so far, we have found nothing. The five missing people are: Fatty Boken, Hunchback, Damon, Loken, and Square 7!"

"Did you all hear that?!" Tuku was finally satisfied. He nodded and then shouted so loudly that the windows rattled, "Go find them! Find them alive or dead! Five people disappearing at the same time is definitely not an ordinary situation. Take your eyes and brains and go find them right now!"

He kicked the woman on the ground viciously, stepped over her body, and strode towards the door.

Chapter Twenty-Four: I Will Never Tolerate This!

Blood seeped into the floor and was sucked into the cracks; a part of her remained there forever.

The girl wiped the floor with a filthy rag, trying to make it look less awful; however, the smell was impossible to wash away.

The pungent, nauseating stench of blood still assaulted her senses, making her want to vomit. If that was barely tolerable, what she truly couldn't bear was the sobbing of the women around her, like rats scratching at the wall.

Tuku and his henchmen had been gone for a long time, but they still dared not speak loudly, whispering and talking amongst themselves, as if if they made a loud noise, they would inevitably be targeted by death and dragged away.

"Did you see what she looked like at the end? It was so tragic... so tragic, she wasn't even recognizable as a human anymore..."

"Why on earth?"

"I heard it was because Linda's tongue wasn't sharp enough; she served him all night, and on the last time, her teeth touched him, which angered him."

"Just because of such a small mistake, ... "

"That's not the real reason. Tuku was just taking it out on her. Didn't you hear him say that five patrolmen haven't returned this morning? He's in a bad mood because of this, and he wants everyone to know he's in a bad mood, so... Linda is really unlucky to have walked right into his trap."

"Poor Linda, just like that... he beat her to death. Her last words seemed to be begging for mercy from Tuku... Waaaaah..."

……

"What's there to cry about?" The girl turned around abruptly, like an angry little lion, her gaze sweeping over the group of women who were huddled together in fear. "Will crying from dusk till dawn, and then from dawn till dusk, kill Tuku Zolael?"

These words struck her like a bolt from the blue. As she pondered them in the room, all the women looked at her with horrified eyes—after Linda's body was disposed of, or rather, carelessly thrown into some corner, she was the only one willing and daring to go up and clean up the bloodstains.

With her short blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, white shirt, and jeans, she looked like a sharp cowgirl.

“Don’t say that, Alana. At least until we find the next locksmith, you’re indispensable to Tuku… but they aren’t.” An old woman sitting in the corner, wearing a pale yellow nightgown and puffing out a cigarette, said in a slightly accusatory tone, “Look at them, they’re all terrified, like a flock of chickens plucking their feathers after seeing their companions being slaughtered.”

"Just focus on your own things, Alana, and don't overthink things. That way you might live a little longer."

"And then, someday in my thirties, for some trivial reason, he'll kick me to death like a stray dog?" Alana slammed the blood-soaked rag down and roared, "I won't accept that kind of life! I won't accept it!"

She said nothing more, leaving the terrified women behind, and left angrily.

"It's alright, let her go." The old woman stubbed out her cigarette against the wall, muttering to herself, "Everyone makes foolish mistakes and acts impulsively when they're young. Everyone's the same. We always fantasize that we're special and can change things, but reality always disappoints us time and time again."

"It would be best if she figured it out, but if she doesn't..."

"The Grey Wolf Mountains are so big, there's bound to be room for her."

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"Ha ha……"

Alana was panting heavily; this was probably the first time in her memory that she had been so exhausted that she couldn't even straighten her back.

She's always been a very decisive person; once she's made up her mind, she practices repeatedly to ensure absolute success. Looking at the tree stump in front of her, marked with hundreds of knife marks, she suddenly wondered if practicing was really necessary. No matter how terrifying Tuku was, his body was no different from an ordinary person's. One cut… a close enough cut, to slice open his neck before he could react, and she'd be done for.

He couldn't do it during the day; during the day, he would be surrounded by his underlings almost every moment, giving him no chance to make a move.

She couldn't use a gun; the sound would wake everyone, and if she were found, she would face an unimaginable living hell.

These were all pre-arranged conditions: it had to be at night, and it had to be when he was alone. Assuming everything went smoothly, after killing him, he would have 6 to 7 hours to escape Scarface Village, the sooner the better, and he couldn't be spotted by the patrol.

The only town nearby, Baiyang Town, is teeming with spies from the Angry Thunder Gang, so we definitely can't go there.

So, the only escape route for survival is to cross the vast grasslands to the other side of the Windswept Sands, and try to buy a ticket with the $25 he's saved up to escape to a more distant place. Having killed Tuku, the remnants of the Thunder Gang will certainly not let him go, and even if he manages to escape the mountains, he'll have to find another place to live.

Considering the series of heavy conditions that lay ahead, and the possibility of utter ruin from one wrong step, Alana sighed softly. She understood why everyone else was sighing; for a few women to kill Tuku Zolael, who had a bounty of 6000, was undoubtedly a pipe dream.

but……

Things always need to be done by someone.

She picked up the dagger again, convinced of her decision—she couldn't let that bastard continue to live and harm others!

This is something everyone is thinking about, but no one dares to put it into action.

In that case, I'll do it myself!

She first pressed the dagger to the ground, then suddenly sprang up, slashing a white mark at the center of the tree stump. This mark overlapped with the hundreds of previous marks.

Although she had never killed anyone with a knife, if she really had to, she would only need to make a shallow cut like this. A person is like a fragile vessel filled with red water; once the vessel breaks, the red water will spill out, and everyone is the same.

She didn't know when to act or what excuse to use to approach Tuku, but Alana knew it would be at night, and it would be with a knife.

For the stock photo agency, its biggest advantage is that its murderous intent has not yet been truly revealed.

She had a well-thought-out plan, allowing her ample time to perfect it before taking action, until it was flawless. Perhaps ten days, perhaps several months, she would find the right opportunity, and then strike decisively.

Alana twirled the knife with satisfaction before putting it back into her belt.

At least... that's what she thought when she heard that sudden sound.

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Are you practicing killing?

The sudden sound startled her so much that her heart almost stopped. Alana instinctively grabbed her dagger and threw it towards the source of the sound.

"call out--!!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, Zhang Renfeng on horseback raised his right hand and caught it steadily, as if he and she had rehearsed this move countless times beforehand.

"How tall is he?" Zhang Renfeng dismounted.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about..." Alana was a little flustered. She quickly searched her memory but couldn't find anyone who matched this unfamiliar face. "Who are you?"

“Strictly speaking, we are a group of gold prospectors from the East,” Zhang Renfeng said with a smile. “I’m looking for a place to stay.”

Chapter Twenty-Five: J88AA

Pushing open the tavern door, a familiar scent wafted out.

It was a sweltering heat mixed with alcohol, profanity, and vomit, unbearable for ordinary people. But for desperate criminals, it was the best place to vent their frustrations, second only to brothels. They needed a place like this to forget that they were already halfway to their graves.

Compared to the Red Bird Tavern in Windblown Sand Town, the people here are louder. Sometimes, when they win at cards, they huddle together, banging on the table and shouting loudly, making the ground rumble.

Tuku wouldn't come to a place like this. This is a place for his underlings to relax, have fun, and vent their frustrations. Interestingly, these guys who risk their lives have never run up a tab at this nameless bar.

"Weapons." The man at the door raised his foot and kicked the table twice with his heel, making a dull thud.

Scarface Village is, after all, a village, and outsiders occasionally come here, all of whom have some connection with gangs, which is not surprising. But a rather peculiar Eastern face like Zhang Renfeng's is quite rare, so much so that even the gatekeeper raised his eyelids and glanced at him a few more times.

"These are the rules. People can go in, but weapons must be left behind." He bent down again and patted the wooden box next to him, from which came the clanging sound of metal clashing. "They'll be stored here."

"Such civilized rules?" Zhang Renfeng was secretly surprised, but he quickly realized that these rules were only in place because this was a gang.

The Red Bird Tavern in Windblown Sand Town mostly caters to ordinary people. They drink, play cards, and if there are any conflicts, they at most escalate to free fighting, but it doesn't come to the point of drawing guns.

But Scarface Village... is a different story. This is the heart of the Thunder Angry Gang. Anyone who manages to get here to drink has a few lives on their hands, and a fight breaking out at the slightest provocation is perfectly normal. They have to forcibly disarm you before you can drink and have fun in peace.

He unbuckled his belt, revealing the two Volcano pistols hanging from it.

“Wow~~~ This is... It’s been years since I’ve seen this. I’m surprised anyone still uses this.” The gatekeeper glanced at him sideways, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed. “These days, almost everyone has switched to revolvers. They have a much faster rate of fire than lever-action pistols, and their penetrating power is also much stronger.”

"It's alright. As long as it can pierce my head, that's enough for me." Zhang Renfeng stroked the birchwood stock with some reluctance. "Whether it's things or people, the old ones are always the most comforting."

……

A little girl and an old man—this combination isn't hard to find in a tavern.