Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Inside the watchtower, everything remained the same, except that Zhang Renfeng smelled a putrid odor before even entering.

Several corpses hung high above, stripped naked, like livestock, used as a deterrent. Blood, already contaminated, seeped into the deep black soil, spreading a stagnant, somber hue. The image library wouldn't allow them to be thrown into any ravine; it deliberately preserved them until this day.

The main course was served, a feast of meat that was very filling. From the window, you could see the ankles of the three hanging corpses.

Zhang Renfeng didn't touch his chopsticks, but just stared at his disgusting and perverse tastes without saying a word.

“Every time something like this happens, I teach myself a lesson: never, ever! Never trust the people you love! The friendlier you are, the more they will take advantage of you, and it will always be the same.”

He bared his shark-like teeth, biting off a piece of rib with a loud crunch, his eyes fixed on the man before him. "So, can I trust you, Amigo? Even though I already know you're a liar?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Renfeng asked calmly, completely unaffected by his aura.

"The following is my speculation."

Tuku wiped his hands with a napkin, crumpled it up, threw it away, pointed at Zhang Renfeng with a finger, and grinned, "You're a bounty hunter, and you and 'Angel Eyes' and 'Bloodhound' are very skilled bounty hunters. But you're obviously an outsider, a newcomer, and don't know the rules of this game. Hehe... Come to think of it, a bounty hunter with such good skills, and a slut at that, if he were in New Elizabeth, I couldn't possibly not know."

Zhang Renfeng picked up his wine glass and took a slow sip. "What are the rules?"

“I. Tuku Zolael, I am the rule.” Tuku pointed to himself, his superior gaze revealing absolute confidence in his family. “Lord Hector brought me into this business. I am the Zolael family’s representative in New Elizabeth. In short, how this business is conducted and who does it is all up to me.”

"You think that Scarface Village is all the power of the Thunder Fury Gang? Wrong, terribly wrong! The size of the Zola El family is far greater than you imagine. You could even say that most bounty hunters live off the food we provide."

After eating and drinking his fill, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed. "However, this is how it is for newcomers when they first enter the industry. There were a few who were too reckless to admit it and tried to use my head to pay ransom. In the end, they all became stuffing for my punching bags. In terms of courage and skill, they were less than a quarter of what I had."

"You have indeed offended me more than once so far, but... it doesn't matter. My tolerance for talented people is just that high. You haven't done anything that I can't forgive yet."

"What are you saying?" Zhang Renfeng smiled noncommittally. "I'm getting more and more confused."

“This is your last chance, Amigo.” Tuku suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his eyes widening like a vulture eyeing its prey. “Whatever your reason for coming here, it ends here. You still have a chance to join the Thunder Fury Gang and become my true ‘friend’.”

"Of course, forget about those two. That old man pointed a gun at my head; morally and legally, I can't let him live. As for that little girl... hiss..."

He took a deep breath and chuckled, "To be honest, she's not my type, but a lot of people have reserved her for me. If you're willing, you can still see her in Scarface Village in the future. Doesn't that make you feel a bit better?"

……

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Gunfire rang out in the distance, and as expected, it began. This was a gunfight that both sides knew was inevitable; the only question was who would fire the first shot.

Tuku's face was beaming with smiles. He had the upper hand in terms of numbers; Mike and May were just two people. His men, including Giselle, were all seasoned veterans, numbering fifteen in total—a clear numerical advantage. Because of this, he remained calm, his tone becoming increasingly condescending.

"Listen, a gunshot rang out."

"When a gun goes off, someone will die. When someone dies, someone will cry. And when someone cries... they should speak their mind."

"If this is your last chance, what would you say to me?"

……

He was prepared for the man before him to submit to him, just as he was used to.

However, Zhang Renfeng only gave him a cold sneer.

“You know what, actually in my opinion… you’re not as important as you think. You’re not a remarkable person.” Zhang Renfeng shook his head. Even in this life-or-death situation, his eyes remained as steady as an anchor. “He’s nervously swinging his fists, punch after punch, but only hitting the weak.”

Tuku's expression changed drastically; this was one of the few times since he was born that someone had broken his defenses with words.

Overwhelmed by shock, he was momentarily at a loss for what expression to adopt, but anger was definitely not the right thing to do—if he appeared furious, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that he was right?

For the first time in his life, he did not get angry at the provocation. He got up very quietly and gave him a strange smile.

"Enjoy your last meal, Amigo."

----

Outside the house, hurried footsteps approached, the spurs on their shoes clanging, revealing their location.

Zhang Renfeng, on the other hand, remained seated and ate his "last meal" with composure.

"..." Seeing that he was truly unmoved, Tuku's expression darkened slightly.

As his men's footsteps drew closer, he simply stopped looking at Zhang Renfeng, treating him as if he were a dead man, and got up to leave.

In this way, they disguise themselves as victors.

Chapter 39: The Eye of Death Has Marked It! (New book period~~Please follow!)

The road down the mountain had been traversed many times in the past few days, yet Xiaomei found it incredibly long. Her body was in the group, but her mind was elsewhere; her gaze was fixed on Gisele at the very front of the group. If looks could kill, Gisele would have been riddled with dozens of holes by now.

Just like Mike, she was suddenly stopped on her way back to Scar Village. Despite Alana's reasoning, it was no use; Giselle repeatedly emphasized that it was the "boss's" order.

Mike rode his horse at the very front of the procession.

Even under these circumstances, his cycling remained unhurried, just like him—always maintaining a high level of composure. This made Xiaomei feel inferior, but she wasn't afraid; rather, her heart was almost overwhelmed by the desire for revenge. She wished she could draw her gun right now and blow Giselle's head off!

But reason told her that this was unrealistic.

Not to mention the lack of accuracy on horseback. She was currently in the middle to rear of the group, several people separated from Gisele, only able to catch glimpses of his back through the gaps between people. Even if she fired, the bullets would only hit others. Although every single one of these gang members deserved to die, if she couldn't kill them with a single shot, the consequences would be very troublesome.

The sudden, unannounced action disrupted all their plans.

From that moment on, neither she nor Mike had a script; they had to rely on improvisation to win.

Mike seemed determined to go to the original location and use the trap to deal with them. But Xiaomei had a bad feeling; they were now on guard, watching his every move. In this situation, a direct confrontation would inevitably result in mutual destruction. She had to find a way to divert their attention.

is there any method?

Is there anything that I can use right now, immediately?

"..."

Xiaomei's mind raced. She suddenly noticed that the surrounding scenery looked familiar: a large rock, and traces of a campfire on the ground. So many days had passed; enough time for the bloodstains to dry and be covered by weeds. But Xiaomei could hardly forget the scene.

A brilliant idea suddenly came to her mind.

"ah---!!"

Hesitating any longer would mean missing her chance. Suddenly, she raised her voice and screamed in utter panic. A woman's scream often signals the start of an incident.

If it were a man shouting, he might get a gun butt, or worse, a bullet. But there was only one woman in the group, and everyone quickly recognized that it was Xiaomei shouting. Although they were startled, it wasn't to the point of hitting her.

"Damn it, what are you yelling about?!" someone shouted impatiently. "Do you believe I'll rip your tongue out?"

“Watch your mouth, young man.” Mike turned around and glared at him with dead fish eyes. “Words can cause trouble. It’s not a good habit.”

"Corpse...corpse..." Before the conflict escalated further, Xiaomei cleverly used her physical advantages—her shoulders trembled and her eyes were filled with tears, making her look like a pitiful little girl.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the bushes not far away.

"There are...lots of corpses there..."

Mike's eyes changed, and he realized what she was planning to do. He pretended to look at the bushes, but inadvertently, his eyes met Xiaomei's—this was the place where he and Zhang Renfeng had agreed to dispose of the bodies after killing those five scumbags.

He nodded slightly in agreement.

"A corpse? Ha, this little girl is really ignorant." Everyone couldn't help but laugh. "This is the Gray Wolf Mountains, you know? Killing someone and dumping them anywhere is perfectly normal."

The crowd burst into laughter. It's only natural for men to have an unexpected urge to perform in front of "pure" women.

"Stop laughing, you bunch of idiots!" Giselle suddenly spoke up, silencing everyone. "...Go and see."

The crowd looked at each other, puzzled as to why he was making such a fuss.

"Remember those five night patrolmen? We still haven't found their bodies. Five grown men couldn't just vanish into thin air, could they?"

Mentioning the five missing companions, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Humans are empathetic beings; in this line of work, you never know when you might die under mysterious circumstances. No one wanted their body abandoned in the wilderness, left to be devoured by coyotes and vultures.

In the desolate wilderness, this was the only bait Xiaomei could find. She could only secretly pray that the Indian man wouldn't be so kind as to bury the corpses of these bastards along with them.

"It really is them!" The exclamation made Xiaomei breathe a sigh of relief. "It's those five missing guys, they've all been killed!"

……

God is always fair; He will give the weaker party a chance to overcome the stronger, but that chance will only last a fleeting moment. The window will open briefly, and you must seize it immediately, without the slightest hesitation or distraction, as if divinely inspired. Once you hesitate even for a moment, letting the opportunity slip through your fingers, it will never return.

Anyone who has lived to Mike's age and is still active and thriving in the underworld must know this principle.

Just like that day at the Red Bird Tavern, he keenly sensed the danger posed by Zhang Renfeng.

At this moment, he also sensed that this was his only chance.

Draw your gun!

Dual pistols!

The wound on his right hand had almost healed, allowing him to hold the lead-gray Colt single-action revolver steadily, while his left hand drew out another fully loaded, bright silver Schofield revolver.

Mike seized the moment when everyone was distracted, just as he had described to the dandy Colin at the Red Bird Tavern—"Shoot him in the back."

Pressing down the firing pin with your thumb is like death knocking on the door.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

Gun muzzles were hissing, gunfire was roaring.

The library misjudged one thing: in this level of confrontation, numbers don't necessarily provide an advantage.

No matter how many people there are, it only takes one bullet to kill one person.

Life was like a candle in the wind, extinguished by a microphone.

He was long past the age of feeling pity, and his heart remained unmoved. Since it had come to the point where it was either him or me, there was no point in thinking too much; let's just do it!

Both the Colt and Schofield revolvers were six-round magazines, and Mike regularly maintained them with gun oil, resulting in extremely stable trajectories. However, he misjudged one thing: the horse's tolerance to gunfire. Emptying the cylinder was easy, of course, but on the bumpy back of a horse, he couldn't guarantee a perfect shot.

Twelve bullets were fired, and ten people on horseback fell, achieving an 83% kill rate, which is considered top-notch among top-notch players.

Xiaomei clumsily tried to draw her gun, but the horse beneath her was startled by the gunshot and became restless.

Unfortunately, she was too light and her riding skills were mediocre, so she couldn't control the restless horse, which neighed wildly.

"Whoosh—!!"

The horse threw her off its back, but luckily the slope of the mountain saved her life, allowing her to roll down the overgrown grass. For her, being able to leave the battlefield in this way was already quite fortunate.

Fortunately, at this moment, the remaining members of the Thunder Fury Gang had no time to care about the little girl.

They only pulled out their guns after the enemy had finished firing their first round of shots, cursing and swearing.

However, Mike wasn't going to waste any time with them. He spurred his horse and galloped off towards the open area of ​​the forest!

"Ya! Yaya—!"

The old cowboy tightened the reins, spurred his horse over a section of dead wood, roared, and was full of vigor, as if he had returned to his younger days.

My long-silent heart beats again at this moment, like a dense war drum!

Chapter 40: Chicken Flies, Egg Shoots, Gun

After weaving through countless bushes and leaves that pelted her, Giselle finally had time to count the number of people. Including herself, there were five others still alive. Meanwhile, the old man opposite her had already quietly turned his horse around and was waiting not far away.

In reality, the difference between the two sides was only a few body lengths.

But for an experienced hand like him, it was enough to reload both guns and be ready for battle.

Giselle immediately tightened the reins, ceasing her pursuit. Her heart pounded wildly. A bad premonition urged her to leave quickly; twelve shots fired in the blink of an eye, ten dead—this was a man she shouldn't mess with. But she also knew that if she turned around now, exposing her back to the old man, there would be no hope. He could easily blow her head off, delivering his contempt and disdain along with the bullet.

"Hey, you old coward! Shooting someone in the back like that, how impressive!" He could only feign composure, at least not letting his companions see that he was backing down. If no one charged forward, they would surely die. "We're ready now, there are five of us! Are you planning to take down all five of us at once?"

A show of force isn't built on empty shouting, but a shout now and then can certainly ease the tension. Seeing that their leader wasn't backing down, the underlings received a shot in the arm, and they all drew their guns, ready for an impending close-quarters battle.

Yes, logically speaking, with five against one, the advantage should definitely be mine!

But they didn't expect that the old man in front of them couldn't be judged by common sense.

"Ha, you ignorant brat..."

"When I was in the Jack Gang, you guys didn't even exist yet!"

Before them, Mike, unusually, swore. His usually half-closed, dead-fish eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp, energetic light, making him look nothing like an old man with depleted energy. He held the gun with both hands and bit the reins with his teeth, a feat that left everyone dumbfounded.

This posture perfectly frees up your hands, allowing you to hold two revolvers and fire rapidly, even on horseback.

The spurs on the soles of the shoes were used at this moment. Simply clamping the horse's belly with his legs was no longer enough. Mike thrust the spurs in, and the horse under him went berserk, charging towards the five men!