Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

……

"you misunderstood."

After a brief silence, Zhang Wusheng slowly squatted down, showing no emotional fluctuation despite his provocation.

He raised his hand and gently pressed down on the half of the table that was pressing down on Roy.

"Until this moment, his definition of 'enemy' was limited to you."

"When he is truly enraged by you and begins to see the entire 'North' as ​​an enemy, you will understand. At that time, we will not be needed. The people under your rule will spontaneously storm into the National Assembly, drag you out of your magnificent buildings, throw you into the streets, and beat you to death, just to beg for peace with us."

Roy's hand finally managed to squeeze through the heavy wooden block pressing down on him and reach the pistol.

The metallic texture was the only bit of reassurance he had left when facing Zhang Wusheng.

Just a little bit more... If only... I could pull it out smoothly...

He gritted his teeth, his face contorted, and he put in almost all his strength.

"However, to be honest..."

A smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Wusheng's face.

"The tactic of taking hostages is quite creative."

"Worth learning from."

“Ka——!!”

The fingers, which seemed as lifeless as withered wood, suddenly exerted force, pressing the long wooden table that was pressing down on Roy down another half inch.

"Ughh ...

A crisp popping sound.

His spine was crushed, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. His pupils contracted sharply, and his features contorted to an extreme degree, as if they were about to escape from his face. He struggled desperately, but his strength was practically nonexistent against Zhang Wusheng.

"It's quite a coincidence that you are Zeke Sisswehr's second son. According to your logic, if I take you hostage, your father's battle strategy and troop deployment will inevitably be affected, right?"

Zhang Wusheng patted him on the shoulder. In Luo Yi's eyes, his smile could no longer be described with the word "terrifying".

Even demonic rebirth is nothing more than this.

"To avoid trouble, let's leave it at that for now. It'll be easier to transport. Ah, don't worry..."

Zhang Wusheng smiled very considerately, but when he smiled, all four of his pupils were wide open, and his green eyes were full of coldness, without any hint of a smile.

"I'll buy you a seat ticket."

----

When Mayor Mans appeared before them, flexing his wrists, the councilors' expressions changed again. As if seeing a messiah, they swarmed around him like lost lambs.

Just a few hours ago, this group acted as Roy Sisley's inside man, enabling the army and navy special forces to swiftly capture the city. They also revealed the location of Zhang Wusheng's camp to them. The ultimate goal of this series of operations was, of course, to divide up the power vacuum left by Mayor Mans.

However, the situation has now reversed once again. The naval and army special forces outside have all been wiped out by Zhang Wusheng alone, and the remaining councilors have been detained in a room by Yin Shuang and her team who arrived later, awaiting their final verdict.

For those who play politics, admitting defeat is practically an essential life skill. They immediately change their tune and whine to Mans, who comes to them, that they are innocent and that Kevin is the mastermind behind it all... and so on.

He can't escape the charges.

However, the scope of convictions differs between principal offenders and accomplices. Generally speaking, accomplices receive relatively lighter punishments.

Mans should have felt contempt for those faces that, just hours before, had wished to drag him to hell, but now fawned over him. But at this moment, he felt only pity, even a subtle sense of shared sorrow.

What difference is there between myself and them, apart from their respective factions?

When faced with Zhang Renfeng, he made what he believed to be the right choice.

When faced with the federal government's military, they also made what they believed to be the right choice.

The power struggle between two violent machines, even the slightest aftershocks, can cause massive earthquakes and tsunamis when they reach the human world. If these political players are affected like this, what about ordinary people?

Realizing he was generating unnecessary emotions, Mans immediately cut them off—for a political animal, such compassionate empathy is a luxury.

His gaze was fixed on the figure huddled in the corner, who seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

“It has been a long night, Mr. Kevin.”

Chapter 1030: I've never felt so good

"you……"

Kevin looked up, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

Mayor Mans no longer addressed him as "Congressman Kevin," but rather as the more direct "Mr." From this change in address, he knew that tonight's farce had truly come to an end. Others might try to distance themselves as accomplices, but an organizer like him couldn't escape punishment.

He was well aware of this, and he didn't lower himself to beg anyone anymore. He just pursed his lips and gave a smile that was uglier than crying.

"ended."

“Ah.” Mans nodded and said calmly, “It’s all over.”

In just one night, before dawn, he lost his entire future. That's what a gamble where you stake everything is all about.

“I didn’t lose to you, Mance.” Kevin stopped pretending. In the end, what came out of his mouth were his true feelings. “I was just less lucky than you, that’s all.”

"Have you ever wondered why the agreement I reached with Zhang Renfeng only included the right to use the train station?"

Mans slowly struck a match and lit a cigarette. His expression, clouded by the smoke, appeared remarkably somber.

"..."

"As a city councilor and a politician, you should understand, right? Titles and titles are always decided by those in high positions of power. They can say whatever they want, however eloquently they may, but you need to use your own eyes to discern the truth."

"In this war, the Northern federal government is the real radical. There's nothing wrong with their plan to use foreign forces to oust me, but you also need to consider... can you, with your skinny arms and legs, even handle such heavy weapons?"

For the first time, Mans gritted his teeth and showed him a look of resentment.

"Now, thanks to you, no one in this city has any room for negotiation!"

His agreement with Zhang Renfeng had already stipulated that "we don't need them to be our friends, as long as they are not our enemies."

As the commander-in-chief of the Southern Army, Zhang Renfeng did not hold a knife to his throat and force him to hand over everything in the city. Instead, he only asked for the right to use the train station. Mans knew that this was a tacit consent: he had left Mans and the people of Morocco with room to maneuver.

This is the composure of the strong, and also the gentleness of the strong.

The Southern army left, and everything in Morocco remained the same.

Until tonight.

Tonight, at the cost of blood and fire, this city was destroyed, yet it was reborn once again.

Too many blood debts left by the Union army left Mance with no room for negotiation. Even if he regained control of the city from Kevin and his men, in order to respond to the citizens' urgent desire for revenge, he had no choice but to go all the way and completely side with the South.

Whether this is a blessing or a curse is beyond the prediction of a mere mortal like him.

"What...what does that person plan to do with me?" Kevin glanced at the other councilors who were under house arrest with him, then changed his question, "Us?"

"Unfortunately, he doesn't want to see you. In his words, he doesn't have any extra time to waste on you."

"He intends to return this city to the people who live in it."

“…What do you mean?” Kevin frowned.

The remaining members of parliament also sensed something was wrong from those words.

But Mans didn't explain anything. He simply stood up slowly and said coldly, "Gentlemen, working with you hasn't been very pleasant, but that's all for tonight."

"Goodbye."

He knocked on the door.

The door opens.

Silver Frost, along with the remaining seven soldiers, were already standing outside the door, fully armed and waiting.

The firearms in their hands were the best language; no further communication was needed, and the councilors roughly guessed what was about to happen. They finally tore off their last shred of dignity, shouting, blaming each other, and begging for mercy—they were utterly disgraceful. But driven by Silverfrost, they were still escorted out of the city hall.

Outside the door, there were thousands of people.

From Roy's arrival with his troops and the ensuing purge, to Zhang Wusheng's desperate counterattack... after a night of turmoil, the shock, fear, dread, and anger—the impact of all these emotions had left them somewhat numb. But the pent-up negative emotions wouldn't disappear on their own. Zhang Wusheng, who had once suffered greatly from them, understood this best.

This unexpected disaster of the night must have an outlet.

Some people's relatives died that night under mysterious circumstances because they were labeled "traitors".

Many others, however, were filled with fear brought by Roy, unaware of when the butcher's knife would fall, and were as terrified as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Now, their eyes are filled with hatred and anger.

Zhang Wusheng still did not appear, nor was it necessary for him to appear.

Angry people will make their own choices.

----

"It's them……"

From the crowd, someone roared, "It was these men in suits who led the army here!"

"I saw it with my own eyes—they led those bastards the way!"

"Kill them..."

"Kill them—!!!"

……

At first, it was just one or two people, but soon, the wave of anger drowned out everything else.

The ground rumbled and shook.

"Wait, wait a minute!" One of the councilors, terrified, immediately waved his hand, trying to defend himself, "We're not the masterminds, we just..."

Before he could finish speaking, a broken bottle flew up and smashed into his head.

Once there's a first one, there will be a second.

Silver Frost gave the soldiers a wink, and they understood. They forcibly pushed them out, like scattering bait into a pond.

The angry crowd roared and swallowed them up.

----

"It's all over, just as you expected. Those innocent people who were implicated in the purge vented all their anger on them, beating them to death. After that, most people in the city no longer showed any hostility towards us."

"Presumably, after tonight, Morocco will truly become our bridgehead."

As her adjutant, Yinshuang fulfilled her duty by reporting the situation outside the door to Zhang Wusheng, but her eyes inevitably revealed a hint of worry.

"……okay."

Zhang Wusheng clutched his forehead, as if he had a toothache, and gasped for breath.

His pupils returned to normal. For him, who had just gotten used to double pupils, it felt like he had suddenly lost half of his vision.

Beneath his gaunt skin, his sinews moved restlessly, as if they were living beings with their own will. They had just been nourished by spiritual energy, which allowed them to unleash unparalleled strength. But now that Zhang Wusheng was no longer fighting, he had stopped absorbing spiritual energy, and his various physical stats had almost regressed to those of an ordinary person.

Compared to his previous sickly state, this is a significant step forward.

but……

Compared to the divine power he had just displayed, his current physical condition was practically indistinguishable from being paralyzed.

Zhang Wusheng's limbs were trembling slightly, his breathing was not as steady as before, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Strength can be addictive.

He could feel his body, and the tendons within it, yearning for the return of that power.

I really want to fight.

I really want to... kill someone!

----

"Wu Sheng?" Yin Shuang noticed something was wrong with him and asked softly, "Are you... alright?"

“To be honest, Ms. Silverfrost,” Zhang Wusheng couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ve never felt better than I do now.”