Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

“More than 20 people, swaggering around town, can't possibly hide their presence. It's only a matter of time before they expose themselves,” Gordon said in a deep voice. “I can withdraw some of the police force stationed on the outskirts. At a few key locations…”

“Just have them guard the entrances and exits of the town,” Mike said. “At times like these, we especially can’t afford to scatter our forces. We need to tighten our belts first before we talk about arresting people.”

……

“At the beginning, we always thought of him as Wendigo Lecter, but we overlooked his other identity.”

With both Igor and Jimmy, the two external brains, absent, Zhang Renfeng had to use his own brain to fully immerse himself in their dual identities.

What would the Australian shrike do in this situation?

With an extremely twisted mind, who takes pleasure in killing and cannibalism, would he give up on the only prey he ever failed to catch? Especially when that prey has a close connection with the one who was hunting him down?

"...I roughly know where he's going."

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The House of Exterior Light.

As the last person who came to pay their respects left, Evelyn finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her straight back, which she had maintained throughout, was finally able to relax.

This exhibition is essentially a large-scale memorial service.

The art exhibition on stage had ended, and after stepping off the stage, she still had to deal with the elderly nobles who had come to offer their condolences. She didn't recognize most of them, and guessed that they probably didn't recognize her either. But that's how it is in these situations; since they had come from so far away, she had to squeeze out a few polite words to comfort each other.

Evelyn never understood her brother. Letting him leave with dignity in the eyes of the world was the last thing she could do for this blood relative.

……

“It’s finally over…” She wiped the sweat from her forehead and closed her eyes wearily. “I didn’t expect so many people to come. I thought… the name of Ditasdorf had already been buried in that fire along with my parents.”

"Are you tired?" Theon helped her gather up the portraits on display one by one, saying, "I'm quite envious."

Evelyn looked at him with some curiosity, this new member of the Red Center Gang, just like herself.

He had only been with them for about five days. Evelyn didn't know him very well, which was partly due to Theon's personality—he was a man of few words who rarely expressed his thoughts and was mostly a silent observer.

"After a person dies, they are simply bundled up in a straw mat and buried on the spot, and no one will feel anything. The so-called funeral is mainly for the living."

He picked up the large stack of paintings and walked out of the exhibition hall, saying, "No matter what you did in your life, it is a kind of luck to have the opportunity to say goodbye to this world with dignity."

With so many paintings, it was impossible to move them all in one or two trips. After Theon left, Evelyn relaxed even more, leaning back on the sofa with an empty gaze. She suddenly felt that those dark, damp memories of her childhood had become blurred with the conclusion of this matter.

She felt she owed her family nothing; it was just that the more than ten years she spent as the youngest daughter of Dietersdorf after saying goodbye to her brother seemed to have formally drawn a line between them.

……

A shadow passed by the wall.

After being kidnapped on the street last time, Evelyn's vigilance increased significantly. Sensing something was wrong, she immediately got up.

She put the revolver Zhang Renfeng gave her into her handbag, hurriedly took it out, and following Old Mike's instructions, first pressed down the firing pin hard, then gripped it with both hands. The weight of the metal made her subconsciously swallow.

“Any gun, once fired, will have recoil,” Mike cautioned. “With your current physical condition, you’ll likely be pushed away by the recoil, or even fall to the ground. So, young lady, remember, you don’t have a second chance to shoot. Make sure you aim carefully before you fire.”

Even before she fired the gun, she felt her heart racing, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

Should I fire? Will the bullet fired from my own gun kill a living person?

……

“Mr. Theon?” she cautiously peeked out. “Are you there?”

The area outside the door was deserted; not a single person could be seen.

----

Suddenly, someone grabbed her waist. The girl's weight was already unhealthily light, and with such a pull, she had no power to resist at all. With a "bang," she slammed heavily onto the floor. The gun in her hand also slipped from her hand and was kicked away on the floor, landing in a place she could never reach.

"Woo..."

In a daze, Evelyn tried her best to open her eyes wide, but felt that her body had no strength. She was already exhausted after a long day, and this fall made her bones ache even more, and she couldn't straighten her back.

"Boss, is that her?" A man's voice came from above. Before the girl could react, a large hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. She then saw a face full of fat and extremely fierce. "Heh, no wonder. Such a beautiful woman, it's such a waste that the barbarian has her."

"Dave, don't be crazy. If you want to play around with women, there are plenty of them when you get back."

Comparatively speaking, Quella remained relatively calm. "This woman has other uses. At least that antler monster said so. It's a small matter if a woman causes trouble and disrupts the boss's business here, then none of us will have a good time."

"Tsk...that's how it is, ma'am. You're unlucky. Who told you to get so close to that yellow-haired barbarian?"

Dave clicked his tongue, pressed down on her shoulder, and tried to pull her up from the ground. "You'll have to spend the rest of the journey with us."

……

Evelyn took a deep breath, then suddenly bent down and drew the dagger hanging from his waist.

Use the sharp end to stab people!

With a gritted teeth, he pressed his entire weight down and shoved hard into Dave's abdomen!

Chapter 183: The Cicada Helps the Young Man Stand at Attention

After the stab, Evelyn managed to lean against the wall and stand up, finally seeing the situation before her—her heart sank.

Having been thrown to the ground and unable to see the number of people clearly, she decided to take the risk. But the number of people appearing before her was far greater than she had expected. Even though one of their own had been stabbed, they weren't in a hurry to attack; instead, they watched her with amusement, as if she were a joke.

"Uh... ah..."

Dave clutched his stomach, fell dramatically to the ground, and writhed like a worm.

"I've been stabbed... Ah—! My intestines, my intestines are spilling out, I'm going to die..."

Such a clumsy performance naturally only drew ridicule from his companions, because he was a large, fat man, and the way he rolled around on the floor, clutching his round belly, was quite comical. Only the leader, Quella, didn't laugh, but instead looked at Evelyn with a gloomy expression.

After performing on the ground for a while, Dave dusted himself off. Despite his enormous size, he did a somersault and jumped up, landing with a thud. As for the spot where he had been stabbed, only his outer clothing was torn, but there was no blood at all.

"I didn't realize that this seemingly gentle and delicate young lady is actually quite the spirited one. It's a pity that you mistook our Cold Cicada Gang for ordinary bandits?"

"Daggers or short swords, these little things are useless to us. We have divine power protecting us, making us impervious to blades and spears. Even if I stand still and you stab me a thousand or ten thousand times, I won't shed a single drop of blood!"

He spread his arms wide, revealing a menacing expression. "I've been very lenient with you! All that guy wants is to live. If you try anything again, I'll make sure you..."

During this tedious hostage situation, Quira suddenly sensed something was amiss. With a suspicious look, she turned her head to the side and saw nothing but an ordinary wall standing in front of her.

His companions, however, did not react at all.

"Boom————!!!"

The next instant, the wall cracked open without warning. The sound and the force were like a bull that had seen red, charging wildly and suddenly crashing in from the outside. Only such a large animal could possess the size and strength to break through a spear.

Quella's pupils widened, her expression filled with astonishment: they were on the third floor of the building.

Logically, the opposite side of this wall should be the exterior wall of the third floor. There's no balcony, no roof, and nowhere to stand. Even assuming someone knew their location, how could they possibly break through from here?!

"what--!!"

Sharp splinters rained down, instantly turning the two henchmen leaning against the wall into pincushions. Screams and blood spurted out, splattering on the ground and alerting everyone.

pain.

This is a signal I haven't felt for a long time since I mastered the divine skill.

……

After breaking through the wall, Zhang Renfeng straightened up from his half-squatting position, moved his shoulders and neck, and heard cracking sounds coming from his bones.

After looking around, his gaze lingered briefly on Quella before turning to Dave, who was closest to Evelyn.

Dave, quick-witted as ever, immediately changed his stance, snatching the dagger from Evelyn's hand and pulling her close, the blade pressed against her throat, instantly taking her hostage. "Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I'll stab a hole in her neck..."

"Pooh!"

Suddenly, Zhang Renfeng puffed out his cheeks like a frog, gathered his strength in his abdomen, curled his tongue, and spat out a splinter from his mouth. The instant he burst through the wall, countless splinters flew out simultaneously, including some of the perfect size and shape.

To avoid getting it wet with saliva, he bit it with his dry lips, precisely so that he could catch the enemy off guard in this situation.

After all, when it comes to defending against hidden weapons, you always rely on your hands, not your mouth.

Dave stood there stunned for a moment, when he suddenly felt a small shadow flash past his eyes. Then he felt a sharp pain in his right eye as the splinter pierced his eyelid!

"Ah—! My...my eyes..."

"laugh!"

Zhang Renfeng hooked a sharp wooden board about the length of a palm with his heel, gently tossed it in front of him, and then kicked it out with his toe! With a sharp whistling sound, it left a blur and then, with a soft thud, embedded itself in Dave's invulnerable throat.

It then propelled his massive body several inches, driving it deep into the wooden plank behind him.

Whether my eyes hurt or not seems unimportant at this moment.

He scratched his throat a couple of times. Dave's body was heavy, and the wooden stick, after piercing his throat, was pinned to the wall and kept shaking. With that thing blocking his way, blood couldn't go in or out, and he choked to death.

……

In an instant, the backstage area became completely silent, and all the members of the Hanchan Gang stood at attention.

Despite all that he accomplished, time actually flies by incredibly fast in reality. In almost the blink of an eye, the legend of their invulnerability was shattered. They, once again, transformed from fearless gods back into human beings capable of injury, bleeding, and death at any moment.

"...You've all practiced?" He drew this conclusion from their posture and breathing, and his laughter grew even more delighted. "That's great! Playing chess with terrible players all day will make even the best players forget how to play."

"Come directly!"

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The house of the Exterior Light School, at the side entrance.

As Theon loaded the thick stack of paintings onto the carriage, he suddenly heard a loud crash, as if something had smashed through the wooden wall. Looking in the direction of the sound, which happened to be in his blind spot, he happened to glance up and see something else.

A man rode his horse in front of him, stopped, and deliberately let the horse stand sideways.

There were two men on the street, pretending to hold newspapers, but their eyes seemed to be looking around.

He subconsciously began to observe convenient shooting positions, and sure enough, he saw three or four more people near the coffee shop in the corner. They did nothing, just leaned against the wall, as if watching him.

A carriage stopped at the corner, blocking the way out. Two men got out and waved and shouted at the surrounding crowd, as if they wanted to clear the area. As they raised their hands, Theon noticed that both men had a cicada tattoo on their wrists.

Theon surveyed the area, getting a general idea of ​​what was going on. Without making a sound, he unzipped his satchel and slowly walked over to the coachman, asking, "Sir, is everything alright?"

"Huh??" The driver yawned, completely confused, and an impatient expression appeared on his face. "Nonsense, of course everything is fine. I mean, sir, how much longer are you going to make me wait? Even if you don't care, my time is still..."

"Bang---!!"

A sudden gunshot rang out, and the driver's head exploded right before his eyes, blood splattering everywhere.

riot.

scream.

Pedestrians scattered and fled like frightened sheep, many colliding and trampling each other, turning the street into a living hell. Theon was startled, not because of the heads exploding before his eyes, but because, judging from the angle of the exploding heads, the bullets hadn't come from the same plane as him.

There are snipers!

Before the second bullet hit, Theon ducked, using the carriage as cover, and hid in a narrow blind spot.

Chapter 184: This punch, the result of twenty years of hard work!

"Bravo! Bravo!"

Faced with the impending attack, his expression had already lost control, and he could only shout out the words from across the ocean with all his might.

Most of the members of the Cold Cicada Gang, like him, did not know the deeper meaning of this pronunciation. They simply recited it verbatim, leaving Zhang Renfeng completely bewildered.

"What's the use of just shouting? This isn't a spell! Where's the work? Where did your work go?!"

"boom--!!"

With his palms swirling and facing forward, Zhang Renfeng unleashed a simple and unadorned chopping palm strike, completely shattering his stance.

The outer side of the upper arm, which should have been relatively strong, snapped like a bundle of celery under this palm strike, making a cracking sound.

The man looked at his limp arm hanging down to his chest, his face filled with terror. But before he could shout, Zhang Renfeng had already pressed forward, pressing against his knee, and with minimal effort, easily swept him to the ground.

"No... wait!" He raised his left hand, which he could barely move, and begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, I'm just a nobody."

……

Zhang Renfeng's expression remained unchanged, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he relied on sound to pinpoint the location, slightly tilting his head to let the fist pass through his neck. However, he didn't give the punch a chance to retract, quickly raising his shoulder and using his shoulder, neck, and head to tightly clamp the penetrating arm.

The attacker tried to pull his hand back, but it was like a punch thrown out, stuck inside the rock wall. No matter how much force he used, it wouldn't budge.

“I know,” Zhang Renfeng said calmly, “so it will be soon.”

Just how fast can it be?