Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Boom!"

With a stomp on his jaw, the immense force snapped his neck. Simultaneously, Zhang Renfeng freed his hands and lifted the attacker behind him overhead. He didn't use any throwing techniques; perhaps once the numerical advantage reached a certain level, he lost interest in executing combos. Relying solely on brute force, he tossed this man, nearly his own weight, away like a bowling ball.

"boom----!!"

It hit two people.

Another hole was punched in the wooden wall, and amidst screams, the three people who were huddled together fell directly off the roof.

The sounds of things crashing to the ground echoed one after another, and their screams fell silent, creating an eerie stillness.

"They're even weaker than I expected, and what's with those clumsy movements? Who taught you to stand like that?"

Zhang Renfeng sighed, rubbing his forehead, unsure where to begin his rant. Just as he was about to say something, a lasso suddenly fell from the sky, landing precisely on his neck. The lasso tightened rapidly, and several people rushed forward—not to attack him, but to grab the rope like in a tug-of-war, pulling in one direction to try and throw him off balance.

"..."

Zhang Renfeng gripped the knot, planted his legs in a horse stance, as if rooted to the ground, and single-handedly withstood the combined force of several people.

Grasp firmly, then pull hard!

"ah----!!"

Amidst gasps of alarm, the tug-of-war team was instantly torn to pieces. The one who threw the rope was dragged across the floor like a fisherman tangled in a fishing line, rolling several times before finally landing in front of Zhang Renfeng.

What awaited him was a merciless stomp.

"Boom!!!"

The floor cracked, and his head was stomped into it, instantly silencing him.

……

Quira's expression and breathing were no longer as relaxed as before; they almost instantly turned to their opposite, becoming extremely solemn. His hand secretly rested on the gun handle, and seeing that there were finally no one of his own overlapping with him, he steadied himself and suddenly pulled it out of his belt.

"when--!!"

With a jolt, sparks flew. The revolver slipped from his grasp and disappeared into some unknown corner.

Zhang Renfeng held the gun in his right hand, a hint of contempt in his eyes. "You can't even beat me with your fists and feet, so what makes you think you can outrun me by drawing a gun?"

With the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him, Quira's blood nearly cooled, but Zhang Renfeng didn't kill him. Instead, he fired several shots, picking off the remaining members of the Cold Cicada Gang one by one. The bullets entered through the forehead and exited through the back of the head, exploding precisely into a cloud of blood mist on the body.

"..."

This was the first time Evelyn had witnessed Zhang Renfeng's massacre while fully conscious. Despite being mentally prepared, she was still shocked, her mouth slightly agape, speechless for a long time, only breathing heavily.

His silhouette seemed to subtly overlap with one of his brother's paintings.

"Name?" Zhang Renfeng pressed the hammer down with his thumb.

“Quira, Quira Claude Morin.” He raised his hands, indicating he would no longer resist. “What do you want to ask?”

"Pretty savvy, huh?" Zhang Renfeng chuckled, also putting his gun into its holster. "You were hired by Wendigo, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"He eats people, did you know that?"

"?!" Evelyn felt her worldview being shattered. Her mind raced for a moment, but she still couldn't figure it out. She subconsciously asked, "Which Wendigo? The mayor?"

There's no other Wendigo in town, which is obvious, and Quira naturally didn't respond, just nodded.

"Are you fucking human?" Zhang Renfeng's tone was utterly disgusted.

“It was all decided by the EU,” Quira said in a deep voice. “Everything we have was given to us by the EU. They can give it and they can take it back. We have no room to resist them. Wendigo Lecter is the partner he chose. They have a million-dollar business deal with each other every year. As for us, we are just insignificant little people.”

"EU?"

Zhang Renfeng was stunned for a moment. He vaguely remembered hearing those two letters from Igor when he was infiltrating the Shepherd Wolf Gang.

EU is the source of this nefarious supply chain, the Wolf Pack is the middleman transporting the goods, and Wendigo... is the downstream facilitator. Besides being an ogre, he's also the mayor of White Torch, and under his protection, this wicked trade is given free rein!

Everything... everything is connected!

"Where are the people?"

“Tell me…” Quira asked cautiously, “Would it be possible to exchange my life for it?”

“This is not a negotiation,” Zhang Renfeng said expressionlessly.

"Okay, okay, don't draw your gun. Let me think... before he left, he seemed to have said something like, 'Let us hold you off, and then...'"

----

Quira lowered his head slightly, suddenly drew the dagger hanging at his waist, stepped forward, channeled all his energy into it, roared, and thrust out the dagger!

"when---!!"

The blade struck the throat, producing a metallic clang, but it only slightly dented the skin without drawing blood.

……

“This…how is this possible…” Quilla’s face was contorted with shock. He tried twice more, his breathing becoming rapid, and he even stabbed repeatedly, muttering, “The book clearly says that this kind of human body ‘weak point’ should be impossible to master…”

"drink!"

Zhang Renfeng stomped his foot and exerted force, causing a sudden tremor that snapped the tip of the knife in two. His eyes revealed undisguised contempt.

"Two or three years of cunning and skill..."

"This punch, the culmination of twenty years of training, can you withstand it?!"

Shaking one's feet.

Spin around.

Twist your waist.

Turn over.

Punch!

Quella was forced to retreat, with nowhere left to run. Seeing the fist hurtling towards him like a cannonball, he was terrified, sensing he would be struck in the heart and die. Left with no other choice, he forced himself to muster his strength and meet the punch head-on.

----

"Boom-!!"

Their fists collided, and the stalemate lasted only a moment.

"Crack!"

The next instant, Quilla's five clenched fingers snapped.

Chapter 185: The Red Center Gang's First Team Battle (Part 56)

Bullets pounded the carriage relentlessly, but Theon dared not retaliate. He didn't know the sniper's location, and rashly peeking out would most likely result in being shot dead. The coachman was riddled with bullets; judging from the dense barrage, the total number of attackers was probably around ten. One of them was slowly approaching with a highly lethal short shotgun, muttering something indistinctly, too loud to hear clearly.

"Bang---!!"

Like a roaring beast, the bullets fell, tearing part of the carriage to pieces. Theon took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't delay any longer; this was a risk he had to take. Whether he waited to be sniped or shattered by a shotgun at point-blank range, the difference wasn't that significant.

After confirming that I hadn't brought the wrong bullets, I had a plan in mind.

"boom!"

He leaned forward and fired a swift shot, which landed on the muddy ground beneath the attacker's feet.

"Hahahaha, where are you going to shoot?!"

The mockery lasted only a moment, for he soon realized the ground beneath his feet was ablaze, flames leaping up like the devil's hand, instantly seizing his body. The jeers turned to gasps, then to screams of agony. He desperately ran backward, flailing his arms aimlessly, but could not stop the flames from devouring his skin and hair. In mere seconds, he became the brightest person on the entire street.

"ah---!!!"

A hoarse scream came from the torch of the event.

For a moment, the gunfire stopped.

Gangs don't value human life, but this kind of death that goes against human instinct awakens the most primal fears deep within a person's genes. This is one of the reasons why almost every country and culture has invented burning at the stake; even the toughest man will inevitably scream when thrown into the fire.

"boom!"

A bullet fell from above, piercing his skull and relieving him of the agony of being burned alive.

Taking advantage of the moment, Theon took out a grenade from his satchel, pulled out the pin, and hurled it across the carriage with a swing of his arm!

This was his own weapon; its shape, size, and weight were naturally designed based on his own physiology. He had practiced similar throwing techniques many times in private. Like his marksmanship, it was standard, but its strength lay in its stability. The grenade traced an arc, landing precisely behind the cover chosen by the Cold Cicada Gang members.

As it turned out, he had completely overestimated his opponent—after pulling the pin, he waited a few seconds before throwing the grenade, just in case they reacted and threw it back. But the other side had no idea what they had thrown; they were still reeling from the fear of their comrade being burned to death.

And the result, naturally, is...

"boom----!!"

There was an explosion.

Through the carriage, Theon saw with his own eyes a person being blown into the air and then crashing to the ground, already broken into pieces.

"Ha...haha..." He laughed inexplicably. "Good, good, good. After developing it, we haven't had a chance to test it in real combat. Today it can be considered as a test in real combat."

One cover had been cleared, leaving two more, both located at the corners of buildings, posing a high risk of friendly fire. Theon stopped throwing grenades and instead pulled out two Mauser pistols hanging from his waist, wielding both pistols and beginning to provide suppressive fire.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!!"

……

The Mauser C96 cannon is essentially the opposite of the Volcano pistol. It has a large magazine capacity and, because it eliminates the need to press the hammer, an extremely high rate of fire. It can fire a large amount of ammunition in a very short time.

The downside is that the sights are difficult to control. To hit accurately, it requires considerable wrist and arm strength, as well as the shooter's own accuracy. If the Volcano pistol is too old, then this thing is too new; very few people can actually handle it.

Theon knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't trying to hit the target; he was simply bluffing from across the carriage.

He succeeded.

……

"What kind of international joke is this?! Is this even a person?!"

Gang members are essentially trading their lives for money; no matter how much money you have, if you're not alive to spend it, it's all for nothing. Seeing their comrades dying mysteriously and in such gruesome ways, some of the underlings have already started clamoring to quit.

On the battlefield, fear spreads like a virus. A gang is a gang, not an army; they have fighting power, but no cohesion. When faced with a tough opponent like Theon, who can suppress firepower, they know they can't win and immediately cower.

They had no supervisory team, so after exchanging a glance, they turned and ran, as if they had made up their minds.

however……

----

"call out--!!"

From the other side of the thick fog came another vicious bullet.

"This road is fucking hard to ride..." Mike complained as he emerged from the thick fog. Ironically, these guys had originally planned to launch a coordinated attack from within, but the situation suddenly reversed, and they were the ones who were attacked from within by the Red Center gang.

"Damn it... Retreat! Retreat! Towards the alley..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mike brushed past him, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and casually completed the feat of blowing his head off.

He showed no mercy to these Wendigo employees, focusing all his energy on them. Wielding two pistols, he fired continuously with effortless ease, killing anyone who came face to face. Even then, he seemed unsatisfied, because two panicked fugitives managed to escape his guns.

"I guess I'm getting old after all..."

A foxtrot emerged from the fog, and Alana expertly tightened the reins, sending it executing a graceful back kick that sent one of the men flying. She then fired several more shots at the other man, the gunfire ringing out as she finished off the old man.

"Wow, amazing..." Xiaomei exclaimed in amazement as she looked at the overturned carriage and the mangled corpses on the ground. "Did Mr. Theon do all this by himself?"

“Those round metal balls were actually bombs, and bombs with such great power.” Alana was still a little scared. “Luckily, I didn’t touch them when I was at his house that day.”

……

Theon heard the gunfire and saw his comrades coming to his aid in the distance, but he wasn't happy. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Get down! Get down! There's a sniper—!!"

----

"boom!"

A bullet arrived before his shout, just in time to graz the side of Mike's horse's mane and then pass by the inside of Mike's ankle.

Racehorses are not very brave to begin with, and this sudden movement immediately made them neigh and throw Old Mike off his horse.

Just then, a shot rang out from above, a bullet grazing his scalp and leaving a bloody gash on his bald head.

……