Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Chapter 1026: This punch is called fairness.

"ah------!!"

"Monster!! There's a monster!!"

"no no……"

"Concentrate your fire! He's at six o'clock! I see him!"

……

Even the disciplined and highly organized special forces of the army and navy, stripped of their dazzling aura, are just ordinary people with all the weaknesses that ordinary people have. When they see their comrades being precisely decapitated by an almost invisible enemy, their heads and bodies separated, the former rolling on the ground and the latter turning into a fountain, few can remain calm.

They screamed and opened fire, completely unsure where to aim. Occasionally, someone would catch a glimpse of Zhang Wusheng. But often, before the bullet even left the barrel, Zhang Wusheng's hand was already pressed against their head. Then came an indescribable, excruciating pain, and when he finally died, his facial expression remained horribly contorted.

Who dies first and who dies last depends entirely on luck, on who will be the next target.

But in the end, nothing will change.

"Lieutenant...is that...our commander?"

The remaining Raiders of Ramorn, witnessing this scene, also wore expressions of horror. They were indeed resolute warriors, but... what was happening was still too much of a shock to their worldview.

Zhang Wusheng's method of killing differed from his father's; it was a cold and cruel act, seemingly not for any purpose other than venting his anger.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that twisting someone's head isn't a perverse act, but rather a means to cripple the enemy's ability to retaliate in the shortest possible time. If the attack were limited to limbs or the heart, there might be a second or two left before death.

Just hours before, he was a cripple who needed a cane to walk.

Yet, at this very moment, he single-handedly routed one of the nation's top organized forces. They couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Wusheng's usual frail appearance was an act. If so, what was his purpose?

Yinshuang, who was the only one who roughly guessed the whole story, couldn't tell the people present about it. After much hesitation, she finally sighed.

“That is your commander, I assure you.”

"For some reason, his body... underwent some strange changes, in short..."

She squinted her amber eyes, but still couldn't keep up with his speed; she could only see his movement. It was less like he was running and more like he was flying close to the ground.

“In his current condition, he's more than capable of handling these soldiers. There's no need for us to stay. The original mission remains unchanged.” Silverfrost began to adjust the original plan, observed the surrounding situation, and ordered, “Take advantage of the city's unrest to capture the city hall and obtain a telegraph machine.”

"As for the soldiers here..."

"Let him worry about it."

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"Ha ha……"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Rudy ran several hundred meters in one breath. For special forces soldiers, this distance was nothing. But for someone fleeing for their life, it was a matter of life and death.

Just when he never expected it, the situation suddenly reversed, and even now, he still doesn't understand what attacked him. Rudy was quite experienced and lucky; the moment he realized something was wrong, he didn't shoot Zhang Wusheng, but turned and ran.

He ran until he thought he was safe, panting heavily. When he turned around, all he saw was a disorganized army and heads rolling all over the ground.

What exactly am I fighting against?

Between yourself and the other person, who is truly in hell?

Near the city hall, the remaining troops, having heard the commotion, were gathering there. Looking at the few remaining battalions, Rudy felt a little relieved.

"Commander-in-Chief, what's happening over at the square? Is it a riot?"

"No, no... I... I can't explain it clearly either, but there's an enemy!" Rudy pressed down on his fist, which was trembling with fear. "A very powerful enemy. They launched a surprise attack on us, and the second team we left in the square probably won't make it back."

His subordinates reacted with varying expressions upon hearing this, but most were solemn.

From their perspective, they had already penetrated Morocco and wiped out all the rebel strongholds there. Under such circumstances, it was truly terrifying that the enemy could still muster enough troops to annihilate an entire battalion.

"It's...it's not over yet..." After putting down his binoculars, Rudy gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Where are the two 'Bomi I' tanks? Get the driver crew to take them to the front line immediately and join us in blocking the enemy!"

"Commander-in-Chief, you mean..." the subordinate asked, his tone incredulous, "...that we're going to deploy tanks and armored vehicles in the city?"

“I thought I’d made myself clear enough,” Rudy said, waving his hand impatiently.

"The Bomi I tank is a special weapon, and its use requires Colonel Sisley's personal permission. Please allow us, Yang, to obtain his application and then notify the driving crew."

"No! No! It's too late now, are you out of your mind?!" Rudy grabbed his collar, lifted him up, glared at him, and spat in his face. "We don't have much time. That guy is not someone to mess with. If we delay any longer, we're all going to die!"

He tossed his subordinate aside like trash and roared, "Driving crew, did you hear me? Go now! I'll take responsibility for anything that happens. Anyone who dares to be a step slow, I'll..."

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"Thump—!!"

With a loud bang and a cloud of dust billowing up, Rudy finally saw his opponent clearly.

Flowing blonde hair.

A thin figure.

And then there are... eerie double pupils that glow in the night sky like ghosts and gods.

Zhang Wusheng descended from the sky, landing directly about fifty paces from the army. He supported himself on his knees, slowly rose, tilted his head, and quickly scanned the crowd with his four eyes.

One step forward.

Because of its inhuman appearance, the soldiers of the Army and Navy special forces were so frightened that they all took a step back.

"Heh..." Upon seeing this, Zhang Wusheng sneered, said nothing, but simply pulled out a handful of dog tags from his pocket, then let go and let them fall to the ground.

Ding Ling clang.

These nameplates, which once recorded a soldier's name, age, and background, fell off one by one, like worthless bottle caps.

This action undoubtedly dealt another severe blow to the morale of the soldiers.

"No need to rush," Zhang Wusheng sneered. "They'll be yours soon."

"...Who exactly are you?" Rudy clutched his pounding heart and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know that your actions, in essence, are a betrayal of the American government?"

"Ha, you have a terrible memory. Wasn't it one of your people who called me out from the stage just now? As you wish, I'm out."

Zhang Wusheng's expression suddenly changed, and he grinned, revealing an extremely unrestrained smile.

“I am Zhang Wusheng, Zhang Renfeng’s son, and the current commander of the army that you wiped out.”

"You killed my men... I killed yours too..."

His body leaned slightly forward, and he abruptly disappeared from everyone's sight.

When he reappeared, his withered fist was already hanging over the sights and the gun, right in front of the soldier.

"This punch is called 'fairness'."

Chapter 1027: The Matter of Sons Inheriting Their Fathers' Businesses

The battle was over quickly.

Of course, to outsiders, this could not be considered a battle at all; it was merely a one-sided massacre.

Zhang Wusheng had never learned martial arts and didn't know how to punch or fight. All his movements were driven by instinct. A single heavy punch could pulverize a person from the inside out in an instant, literally turning them into dust.

But he soon realized that this was wrong.

Excessive force would cause the victim's body to explode, forcing them to struggle to dodge the flying bone and tooth fragments. Large plumes of blood mist would also obstruct their vision. Zhang Wusheng quickly learned from his experience, reducing the force of his attacks to increase his speed.

Similarly, it can't go any faster.

He could vaguely sense that the sound barrier was waiting for him not far away.

At this stage, the safest tactic he could think of was still to find the enemy one by one and deliver a fatal blow instantly. His four pupils moved in unison as he smoothly dodged bullets and ran around, executing all the soldiers who fired at him, turned to run away, or stood there in a daze in the same way.

There is no mercy.

Or rather, a swift death was the greatest mercy Zhang Wusheng could offer.

Zhang Wusheng couldn't help but sigh, "If I had a handy weapon, I could wipe out a large area at once, which would make things much easier."

The special forces soldiers, now in formation, finally understood why such a scream had come from the square.

They didn't die from being shot, but rather from having their heads twisted off like a mischievous child dealing with an insect... Such a death was enough to extinguish any courage. Faced with absolute violence, the rifles in their hands seemed to have reverted to mere sticks for burning.

Shooting meant death, not shooting also meant death; caught between death and hopelessness, they cried out in despair. These people who brought violence to the city were ultimately crushed into dust by even greater violence.

"laugh--!!"

The last soldier was killed.

The street, the city, suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Zhang Wusheng slowly turned his head. No matter how careful he was, he couldn't avoid getting his hands stained with blood. His strange double pupils stared calmly at Rudy, who was kneeling on the ground not far away. There was not a trace of emotion in any of his four pupils.

He stood there, looking like a demon born from blood.

"Ah...ah..."

All Rudy could see were corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, their blood filling almost every crack between the floor tiles.

“You seem a little surprised.” Zhang Wusheng wiped the blood from his face. “You’re surprised that I’m not a cripple, aren’t you? You might not believe it, but I’m just as surprised as you are.”

"I'm sorry, no one in this city betrayed you, nor did anyone leak information beforehand. We're not in the camp; we went to check on other things. But... since it's going to turn out this way anyway, it doesn't really matter, does it?"

Zhang Wusheng slowly walked towards him, his shoes making a sticky, sizzling sound as they stepped on the bloodstains.

"Since you are a special forces unit of the army and navy, you should know something, right? Several of your soldiers came to White Torch City with the intention of assassinating an important figure. Regardless of the source, at least you lit the fuse of this war yourself."

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"Huff...huff...monster..."

Rudy's excessive psychological fear caused a physiological reaction; his breathing became irregular and rapid, and he gasped for air as if he had an acute asthma attack.

Seeing him struggling to breathe, she looked down at his four pupils and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

Zhang Wusheng smiled, a smile spreading across his face.

"I didn't quite hear you, could you say it again?"

"...Monsters—!! You entire Huangfan family are all monsters!" he roared, using the last of his strength to raise the muzzle of his gun.

"Clap!"

The gun fell limply to the ground and slammed heavily.

Zhang Wusheng kicked his wrist off with a speed he couldn't see.

"Yes, you're right, it's a pity about this..."

Withered hands grasped his arms and ankles, lifting him into the air.

"You should have thought this through when you declared war."

Separate your hands.

"Sizzle—!!!"

Zhang Wusheng tore him in half, completely lost interest, and casually tossed him aside.

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"..."

Zhang Wusheng looked around at the nearby corpses.

"Was it too much?" he asked himself.

A smile played on his lips as he clenched his fist and tilted his head back slightly, seemingly enjoying the moment when power filled his body.

They started the war.

They killed their comrades in the camp.

They looted the city under the pretext of eliminating traitors, dragging innocent people into it, including Lucas... Father never hesitates to wipe out the enemy when it's time to do so. He killed all ten thousand soldiers guarding the fortress. What do I have to hesitate about?

Just as he had figured this out, and in that moment of slight distraction...

A shell came hurtling in.

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"boom-----!!"

Loud noise.

explosion.