Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

This feeling is very subtle, and it's different from hunger. No matter how much he eats, there's always a feeling that he hasn't had any staple food and has just eaten some vegetables to get by. This might be one of the reasons for his low spirits; constantly being in a state of anxious hunger naturally affects his mental well-being.

Thanks to this hunger, Zhang Wusheng was very thin, unlike his two younger brothers who had developed strong physiques at a young age. In addition, he was exceptionally tall, and from a distance, he looked like a long, thin ghost.

However, just moments before, the red dragon devoured it...

That long-lasting feeling of hunger suddenly disappeared.

His body began to swell with power; for the first time, he faced the world with such vibrant energy! Beneath a thin layer of skin, few muscles were visible, yet hundreds of veins bulged out, and his forehead rose slightly. Even his usually unruly right leg had returned to his body, becoming a part that required no further attention.

"Psionic... I see..."

Zhang Wusheng suddenly realized.

Many things can be experienced most quickly by feeling them with your own body. Without needing anyone's guidance, Zhang Wusheng naturally understood when he clenched his fist and felt the terrifying grip tighten with each of his five fingers.

The executive officer, who had been turned into a bloody mist, splattered all over him, staining his clothes, face, and blond hair red.

But he didn't care at all; instead, it came from the bottom of his heart...

I laughed.

"Ordinary food won't do; it can't satisfy this body. That's why I always feel hungry..."

The grip strength of the five fingers is still increasing.

Originally, he just wanted to test it out, but now, Zhang Wusheng was a little scared of his grip strength—if he gripped it any tighter, he felt like he would crush his palm.

……

The sound of a heavy object falling.

Since Zhang Wusheng shattered the gallows with a single palm strike, the corpses hanging on them naturally fell down like ripe fruit, making dull "bang" sounds.

The corpse, which was significantly smaller in comparison, rolled down in front of him.

"It really is you, Lucas."

At a glance, Zhang Wusheng matched its features with those of Lucas in his memory.

The boy who once smiled and made a promise to him to come to the south to find him is forever frozen in that night.

"……strangeness."

I thought... at least I'd feel a little uncomfortable.

Surprisingly, deep down, he felt nothing at all, as if a stranger who had no connection with him had died.

However, even this slight unease and doubt vanished in an instant. Like a wave crashing on the shore, it quickly receded, leaving little trace.

……

"ah----!!"

Only then did the audience realize what had just happened, and they all screamed.

One person smashed another to pieces—only those who witnessed it firsthand could understand how horrific it was. Those in the front row screamed and scattered like sheep seeing a wolf. Those in the back, though unsure what had happened, heard a deafening crash and vaguely saw the gallows collapse; they knew something terrible had occurred and too began to flee for their lives.

Zhang Wusheng on the platform did nothing about it. He glanced at the restless crowd, then lifted his foot, stepped over the corpses, and walked toward the back of the gallows.

……

"Yes...yes! Yes! Absolutely right! Oh yeah—!"

Mans, who was knocked to the ground by the shockwave, ignored the blood flowing from his nose, waved his fist, and shouted his approval at the scene.

Tonight, he was on the verge of a precipice, receiving death threats as frequently as eating and drinking. Yet, the mayor steadfastly maintained his stance, refusing to surrender to the federal army a third time.

On the one hand, Mans was well aware that, at this point, the new faction led by Senator Kevin had already taken the lead and cooperated with the federal army. There was no place for him in this new team; no matter how eagerly he tried to surrender, he would just be food on their plate.

on the other hand……

He placed all his remaining hope on Zhang Wusheng.

Mans had witnessed Zhang Renfeng's ability to single-handedly breach a city's defenses. He bet his son was just as capable, only usually appearing weak. Once they got serious, war was a game to them. They could turn the tide of battle in an instant.

He made the right bet.

But what he didn't know was that even Zhang Wusheng himself didn't reveal the dice roll until the very last moment.

"It seems you're not in a very good position tonight, Mr. Mayor."

Seeing his current predicament, Zhang Wusheng knew what was going on. He removed him from the "suspect list of those assisting the federal army" and said with a hint of sarcasm, "They would rather kill so many innocent people to establish their authority, but they overlooked you, the one who actually handed over the train station to our army. What a surprise."

"..."

Mans gradually calmed down, looked at the boy in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

is it him?

Judging from their appearance, it should be correct; the same build, the same blonde hair, the same…

Those inhumanly large double pupils made him gasp.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and as a seasoned politician, Mans was adept at reading people's emotions through their eyes. Joy, sadness, anger, disdain... emotions hidden in the eyes are more real than those extracted from words.

But at this moment, he couldn't understand Zhang Wusheng's emotions. In fact, there was probably no one in the world who could tell what Zhang Wusheng was thinking just by looking at him.

In his memory, Zhang Wusheng had always looked worried or deep in thought, rarely showing such a straightforward smile as he did now. It seemed that in a certain moment, he had shed his former hesitant exterior and transformed into a true strongman.

"The city council...they colluded with the federal army, surrounded the city from the north, and quickly took control of the council. Do you remember Councilor Kevin from that day? It was his group that communicated with the federal army, which led to tonight's events."

The moment Mans chose to use the word "collusion," he understood that he had no more room to maneuver in this war.

"What happened after that..."

"boom!"

Zhang Wusheng effortlessly turned his head, dodging the bullet fired from behind.

Because Mans was standing right in front of him, after Zhang Wusheng dodged, it flew past Mans almost grazing his neck, startling him so much that he fell to the ground.

"I understand, Mayor."

He turned around, his four eyes slightly shifting as they swept in different directions.

"After I've dealt with all this..."

"Tell me about it slowly."

Chapter 1025: 120 Seconds

bullet?

To Zhang Wusheng, the gunshots sounded like rolling thunder in the summer clouds—dull, yet drawn out.

"really……"

He had once heard Mike say that in the world of top marksmen, the moment they draw their guns and fire, time seems to slow down, and they can clearly see the details of the bullet being ignited by the gunpowder and bursting out of the muzzle after the enemy pulls the trigger.

Mike jokingly called it "the Grim Reaper's gaze," and the faster a shooter's reflexes, the longer that gaze could be drawn out.

The legendary book that swept New Austin, *The Gunman's Chronicle*, also contains similar accounts and ranks existing gunmen. Local cigarette manufacturers adopted the "Grim Reaper's Gaze" concept and incorporated it into their Sharpshooter series of cigarette cards.

Among living sharpshooters, Karl-Heinz Carroll's stats in this area are undoubtedly the highest.

According to "The Gunman," when he was young, he could maintain this slow-motion vision for about nine seconds, thanks to his powerful dynamic vision.

But as he aged, his physical functions inevitably declined, requiring the aid of cigarettes and alcohol to achieve the same effect, and even then, it became increasingly difficult. Even when he could activate it, he could only manage a seven-second duration. Even so, among living gunmen, there were virtually none who could surpass him. The name of "Little Rascal Calaway" had already resounded throughout the entire Southern land.

Of course……

The comparison is limited to "gunmen".

……

Bullets fired from all directions were all captured by the four pupils, their trajectories meticulously observed. Deep within the pupils, a dazzling emerald hue trembled slightly. All sounds around him were drawn out, transforming into the breath of a crimson dragon, and the faint rumble of thunder confirmed Zhang Wusheng's certainty that he heard the sound of time passing.

He silently counted to 118, but the bullets were still flying.

"119..."

"120."

Standing still and silently counting for nearly two minutes, Zhang Wusheng had to admire his own patience. He wanted to continue counting, but then felt it was inappropriate. While testing his abilities was necessary, now wasn't necessarily the time. This was his first time fighting someone, and whatever the reason, he should be cautious.

"Caution?" Zhang Wusheng grinned, laughing wildly as he asked, "What exactly constitutes caution?"

"Quick, accurate, ruthless, and lethal in one strike. Don't show off your skills like Zhang Honglu, and don't get entangled with your opponent too much." Zhang Wusheng replied expressionlessly, "Eliminate all possible complications. That's what prudence is all about."

----

The next moment, Zhang Wusheng lifted his legs and began to move. He wasn't quite used to the change in his physical mode, and this tiptoeing exerted too much force. The resulting recoil instantly pulverized the remaining part of the gallows into splinters.

"boom------!!!"

At the same time as the loud bang, the soldiers who opened fire on him saw a blurry figure. They couldn't see the movement clearly, but they felt something cold and hard, like a stone sculpture, gently touch their scalp.

"...?!"

His world was frozen in this moment.

The next moment, Zhang Wusheng twisted his head off his neck as easily as unscrewing a bottle cap.

As he himself said, it was fast, accurate, and ruthless, with no unnecessary movements, making it extremely efficient.

"laugh---!!"

Blood gushed out like a spring.

Zhang Wusheng had expected that such a horrific scene would at least move him, but the reality was beyond his expectations. He felt no extra emotion whatsoever, and calmly performed the action, as if plucking a fruit from a tree. At that moment, the perfect unity of body and mind told him that this was necessary.

Before the splattered blood could even stain his clothes, Zhang Wusheng was already gone, rushing towards the next shooter, towards the next head on the neck. Although the analogy is somewhat inappropriate, for a few seconds he felt like a diligent bee, constantly heading towards the next flower.

Before this, Zhang Wusheng had never had the chance to experience the exhilarating feeling of "speed." Horse riding, racing, even running were all out of his reach. He could only watch others enjoy the feeling of being alive through these vibrant sports and speak freely about it.

Now, even the wind and whispers are left behind by him.

The word "speed" seemed to have been fused into a force, filling his entire being, and he felt an unprecedented lightness. So, as he killed, he laughed excitedly, the laughter uncontrollable, flying out along with the blood of his enemies and scattering across the land.

until……

A metal plaque that flew into the air caught his attention.

The arrangement of numbers and letters on the nameplate seemed vaguely familiar to him.

----

Zhang Wusheng temporarily stopped the killing, reached out, and gently caught the metal plaque. He carefully controlled his strength, but still used too much force, leaving two indented finger marks on the metal plaque.

first name.

Birthday.

blood type.

None of this matters.

“USMC (United States Marine Corps)…” Zhang Wusheng read out the abbreviation of the military unit engraved on the dog tag, and his whole body stiffened, as if lightning had flashed through his mind, “Army and Navy Special Forces?”

The truth is finally revealed.

The true nature of this army, whose organizational and operational capabilities far surpass those of the American Army, has come to light.

During the attack on Needle Torch City, a group of military personnel were also captured. The dog tags they carried bore the names of their units, which were also abbreviations of those four hateful letters.

After a series of interrogations, they readily confessed to their identities and pointed out that the Sisley family was in charge of the conspiracy. Of course, they were just low-ranking soldiers and couldn't possibly know the inner workings of the Northern Federation government's upper echelons. To them, the Sisley family was the ultimate commander in this operation.

These dog tags, along with their testimonies, were the reasons Zhang Renfeng started the war. He stated these things in his declaration of war, but of course, when it reached the North, this part was covered up by the federal government, which only recognized the Southern army as rebels.

"It's you..."

Zhang Wusheng's face darkened, and his hand unconsciously clenched, kneading the nameplate into a tight metal ball.

"You killed Mike."

That's not entirely accurate. The special forces soldiers sent out were only part of the larger plan to assassinate Mike. They had no idea that they would be used as pawns and sacrificed on distant southern soil.

But now, these things are no longer so important to Zhang Wusheng.

Having come this far, witnessing and hearing all sorts of things, his bloodlust had nearly reached its limit. Knowing someone was an enemy was enough for him.

Smash the ground!

Like a gliding falcon, he leaned forward, close to the ground, charging towards his prey with no reservations.