Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

A devilish laugh came from above the crowd.

Zhang Renfeng had somehow climbed to the second floor. His legs gripped the wooden handrail like a noose, his powerful core strength keeping his upper body upright as he looked down at them. Two Volcano Pistols were already at the ready, aimed at their unguarded backs.

"Here it is!"

Trigger pulled.

He shot Colin Chedder in the knee.

Chapter 4: You definitely opened it, didn't you, kid!?

"My leg... my leg is broken—"

He hugged his knees and let out a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered.

In stark contrast was Zhang Renfeng's laughter. He laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, his voice so powerful that it made the glass windows of the entire tavern vibrate.

With a straightening of his waist and using only the core strength of his waist and abdomen, he leaped down from the second floor, clamped his legs together, and actually hooked himself onto someone's neck.

He even deliberately chose the strongest one, intentionally placing the landing point on the shoulders and back, so as not to sit down and break the person's spine.

"No...no! No—!!" Suddenly having a 70 or 80 kilogram weight placed on his shoulder would make anyone uncomfortable. The unlucky henchman almost went crazy, struggling left and right like a porcupine shot with an arrow, but he could not shake the person off him.

"Yes...yes! Yes—!! Eehahahaha—!" Zhang Renfeng's feet snapped shut like a noose, hissing as they clung to him, emitting laughter that was both incredibly pleasurable and chilling to onlookers. "Riding a big horse! Deer~~jia—!"

With this younger brother as his mount, he gained a higher field of vision than others, and his hands holding the gun were steadily raised.

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

……

A graceful swivel shot.

The Volcano Pistol has a unique slow rate of fire, but its firing speed is by no means slow.

Six shots were fired in quick succession, each bullet piercing the skull of one of the six men. Blood splattered out like ink. After the bodies fell to the ground, the remaining mercenaries were terrified. They fled in a panic, overturning another table and taking cover in the small bunker.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Renfeng grinned, revealing a predator-like smile as if licking flesh and blood.

……

"Those idiots..."

The moment Zhang Renfeng fired his gun, Mike decisively rolled away and hid behind a wooden pillar, waiting to see what would happen.

These vagrant gunmen, hired from who-knows-where, are only good for having a entourage and putting on a show; how could they possibly be a match for Red Center!

Even so, Mike simply gripped the gun handle tightly, waiting for his chance—he knew the time wasn't right, and this guy wouldn't give him any opportunity to make a mistake.

We have to wait!

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"Crack!"

Zhang Renfeng used his legs to easily snap the unlucky man's neck, then used his body as a cushion to land easily on the ground, and put the Volcano Pistol back into its holster.

"You know what? Actually, I've never liked this thing. It's just too fast and too boring. Like the maid I brought home with my wife, before I even said anything, she took off her clothes and slept with me. There was no appetizer at all. It was too... or as you would say, too empty!"

"Compared to that, I prefer this one!"

He raised his fists, and regardless of whether the group of people huddled behind the table could see them or not, he wore a smile on his face.

The next sentence almost made the gunmen's hearts stop.

"Shouldn't we have enough bullets by now?"

……

Is he waiting?

Wait until we... reload?!

……

"Boom!"

The next moment, two fingers pierced through the thick wooden table, a hand's breadth thick, and went straight in. Not only the gunmen, but even Mike had never seen anything like it before. His eyes widened in disbelief: a wooden table, meant for cover during a firefight, couldn't even be pierced with a knife, yet he could pierce it with two fingers? Was this guy even human?

He believed that, in that instant, the gunmen's reaction was probably similar to his.

This guy... is a demon from another land!

"prick!"

After making a hole, amidst Zhang Renfeng's maniacal laughter, he cleaved the cover in two with a single palm strike.

The crowd was completely exposed to him, like a flock of sheep exposed to a predator's sight.

"Bump! Bump! Bump~~~ Bump—!!"

Using his index and middle fingers as guns, Zhang Renfeng swiftly fired four shots, each one shattering the Adam's apple of one of the four men with a crisp sound like celery being snapped. Only then did the gunmen barely understand why Zhang Renfeng had sheathed the Volcano Pistol.

For him, guns and bullets were no longer the only solution for killing.

"Ugh... sob..."

Their throats were crushed, and they were destined to choke to death on their own blood. It wasn't until he had killed four people in the blink of an eye that a gunman reacted, barely managing to raise his revolver and aim it at his head.

"Click!"

Before he could pull the trigger, Zhang Renfeng's hand reached out first and broke off his little finger.

The pain in his fingers was unimaginable; he screamed like a pig about to be slaughtered. Zhang Renfeng, unperturbed, restrained him, crawled behind him, and used his body as a shield against the bullets. The bullets struck the gunman's body with muffled thuds of flesh and blood, but in the dying moments of this human punching bag, he offered him a helpful little lesson in science.

"Did you know that 80% of a person's grip strength comes from their little finger? Once the little finger is broken, that hand is basically useless. You won't be able to hold a gun grip, let alone a cup. If you're going to hold a gun, just hold it. Why are you making that fancy finger gesture?"

"Sigh, maybe be more careful in your next life."

"哐——!"

He grabbed a bottle and smashed it against the wall. From the pile of shards in his hand, he picked out two pieces that were the right shape and size.

After a salvo ended, he heard the sound of revolvers being reloaded. They were extremely nervous and reloaded several times, with the bullets falling to the ground and making a clinking sound.

"middle!"

Zhang Renfeng pushed the unfortunate sandbag, which was riddled with bullets, aside, gave a soft shout, and flicked two shards of glass away with his fingers.

A sharp object pierced the air with a crisp, clean whistling sound, but the discordant eye that followed surprised him somewhat.

"My eyes! My eyes... Ah—!"

A fragment struck his throat, and the target fell silently. But another fragment encountered an obstacle in flight, was deflected, and pierced his right eye. Although it was an accident, and things didn't go according to plan, Zhang Renfeng still clicked his tongue.

"My wrist control has decreased. I shouldn't have tried chewing tobacco."

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"boom--!"

He crouched down very naturally, narrowly avoiding the shot.

The remaining gunpowder brushed past the tips of his hair.

"No, that's impossible!"

The armadillo's breathing became increasingly rapid; for the first time, the double-barreled shotgun in his hand could no longer provide him with a sense of security. And the smile Zhang Renfeng gave him the moment he looked up was like a demon, deeply etched into his mind.

"ah----!!"

Driven by adrenaline, he raised his gun, letting it unleash its furious flames. In that instant, he even felt as if he were facing not a man, but a snake—it was almost touching the ground, approaching at an unbelievable angle, while simultaneously deflecting all the shots. He kept thinking that the next shot would hit it, but that "next shot" never came.

What came was a pair of hands, as if cast in steel, that wrapped around his waist from behind.

The next moment, heaven and earth turned upside down.

"Eee-ha—!!"

With a satisfying roar, Zhang Renfeng stomped his foot and lifted the fat man, who weighed at least 80 kilograms, over his head before slamming him hard to the ground!

The cervical spine hits the ground before the head.

"Crack!"

This was the last sound the armadillo heard.

Below the neck, it's like the wires have suddenly been cut off; I can no longer feel anything.

Soon, his vision was also reduced to complete darkness.

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……

"Hey..."

Amidst the chaos, Zhang Renfeng sprang to his feet in an instant. Looking around, he pulled a wad of US dollars from his pocket.

After carefully counting the bills and confirming that the $150 Chuck had given him was all there, he casually grabbed a bottle of liquor and slammed it down on top of the stack of bills.

He swept the glass and other shards aside with his foot, humming a little tune to himself, and strolled slowly toward Colin's hiding place as if he were taking a walk after dinner.

Chapter Five: I was the martial arts champion personally selected by the Emperor in the first year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign.

"At your age, why are you still making this kind of money? Don't you find it exhausting?" Zhang Renfeng suddenly stopped, without turning around, but her tone was filled with laughter. "You don't have many days left to live. Wouldn't it be better to use this time to go back and spend time with your grandchildren and enjoy the joys of family life?"

"..." Mike clicked his tongue and pushed aside the wooden table blocking his way.

Actually, ever since he entered White Torch Town, he knew that the guy in front of him was a madman.

I had intended to use the wooden table as cover and fire at him through the gun holes I'd just fired, but it seems I underestimated his battlefield awareness. Even though I hadn't made a sound, he still detected me.

“I need money, and this guy…” He pointed the gun at Cole, who was trembling like a leaf, and stared at him with dead fish eyes, “this guy paid me a lot of money.”

“Unfortunately, someone else also paid me a sum of money. Payment is required, and so is my rule.” Zhang Renfeng stared at Mike for a long time with his half-meter-long eyes, then suddenly asked, “Have we met somewhere before?”

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Mike didn't say much to him, firing four shots in quick succession, which the boy dodged with uncanny movements. The shots grazed his hair, ear, and arm. Simultaneously, without hesitation, the boy flicked his toe, sending a splinter of wood flying. Like a hidden weapon, it whistled through the air and instantly pierced Old Mike's wrist.

"Woo..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Mike didn't pull it out immediately. His extensive combat experience taught him that such wounds shouldn't be treated lightly. Without disinfection and a proper treatment environment, pulling it out would make it impossible to stop the bleeding, potentially rendering the arm useless.

To his bewilderment, the Red Army, which had already gained the upper hand, did not draw its gun and fire. Instead, it walked briskly toward him with a smile on its face, as if bathed in a gentle breeze.

As he just said, using a gun is too "fast," and for a man, speed is the most unbearable thing. Using some sex toys can quickly achieve physical pleasure, but unless a man is a eunuch, no man will be satisfied with just using toys. He will definitely use his own natural parts, which will give him a greater sense of accomplishment.

It was thanks to the other man's strange quirk that Mike had a chance to retaliate. He clenched his trembling right hand, ignoring the profuse bleeding from his wound, and swung his arm, smashing the gun butt against his opponent.

As expected, he dodged it. He could even dodge a shotgun shell that was almost at face level, so there was no reason why he couldn't dodge an attack of this magnitude.

Mike hadn't expected the attack to be effective; he was merely using a large movement to mask a smaller one. As he smashed the gun, he drew a short dagger from his waist with his left hand. It had been a long time since he'd used a knife, but thankfully his muscle memory was still sharp. He twirled the dagger and thrust it towards the man's lower abdomen!

"when----!!"

Unlike the sound he had imagined, it was almost a metallic clanging sound. This dagger had accompanied Mike through many battles over the years, stabbing countless people. But this peculiar tactile sensation was probably a first for him.

"top!"

Zhang Renfeng bit his lip, almost squeezing the word out between his teeth. It was strong and powerful. Mike couldn't understand it, but he felt a strange force, like a cannonball hitting his heart.

It won't go in?!

"Boom-!!"

Before he could react, a heavy punch landed on his face. With a crack, Mike felt a burning sensation in his nose. In his youth, he had often gotten into brawls on the street, accumulating considerable experience, and he immediately realized his nose was broken. Clutching his nose, he staggered back two steps and slumped into a chair.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to pull out the third revolver hidden in his boot. After a moment's hesitation, he sighed and finally gave up.

No amount of money is as important as life.

"You're pretty good at fighting." He wiped his face, looked at the bright red blood and broken glass on his palm, and said with a wry smile, "They say you used to raise horses, but I don't believe it."