Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Boom!"

Mike crashed to the ground, feeling a chill run down his spine, but he still made a calm judgment and waved sharply at the two girls.

"Spread out, spread out!"

After dismounting, Xiaomei almost instinctively pulled her Sharps rifle from her saddlebag. However, due to the thick fog, she could only roughly determine the enemy sniper's location from the sound of the gunfire; it must have been at some high point.

"I can't see clearly from here!"

She gritted her teeth, lowered her center of gravity, and, under the cover of the thick fog, slowly made her way forward.

Just now, she clearly heard two gunshots.

The second shot was aimed at Mike's life, so... who fired the first shot?

Chapter 186: The Angel's Gaze (Part 57)

"How can it be……"

As the bullet grazed past the target, Goat Eyes gasped. Logically, the bullet should have blown him out of the head, but because the horse beneath him was suddenly startled and threw him off, it only grazed his scalp.

The reason his horse was startled was because of another gunshot earlier... Judging from the sound, it was an ordinary revolver, but the bullet just grazed the horse's mane, forcing it to kick.

"There are still experts?!"

His eyes were unusual compared to those of ordinary people; they resembled the eyes of a goat.

With an exceptionally wide field of vision, he could see clearly even in complete darkness, making him a natural-born sniper. Within the Cold Cicada Gang, there were many individuals with similar genetic abnormalities, which seemed to be part of the EU's peculiar interest—a penchant for recruiting individuals who would be ostracized in ordinary society and entrusting them with important tasks.

The Cicada Gang's crushing defeat today made him realize that he was not fighting against an ordinary bounty hunter. From weapons to tactics to personnel quality, the other side was superior in every aspect.

This puzzled Goat Eyes greatly, since, logically speaking, the only gang in White Torch Town was the Thunder Fury Gang.

I heard that the Thunder Fury Gang recently changed its leader, I think his name is Donkey or Mule, and he's also someone who doesn't care about anything. Could it be that I'm fighting against the Thunder Fury Gang? But thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't be that bad. If the Thunder Fury Gang had that kind of fighting power, the EU wouldn't have chosen White Torch Town as its next stronghold, because they simply couldn't afford to mess with them.

"Damn it, where did these guys come from..." Goat Eyes was extremely anxious. As a sniper, he took out some dried fruit from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and started crunching. This was an unconscious way for him to relieve stress when he couldn't find his target.

Are there other snipers like myself, hiding in the shadows?

Firing the gun wasn't so important anymore. Unable to find the sniper, he felt a chill run through his body, as if someone had a gun pointed at the back of his head all the time.

……

Finally, in his wide-open field of vision, comparable to that of a goat, he spotted something unusually incongruous—the café on the street corner. At an outdoor table, a gentleman in a tailcoat and a top black hat sat, intently stirring his coffee with a spoon, a stark contrast to the messy tables and chairs around him.

The streets are in such a mess, and you still have the mood to drink coffee?

Goat-eyed was somewhat suspicious, but the next moment, the English gentleman suddenly turned around, a frivolous smile on his face, and opened his eyes to him.

His eyes became increasingly peculiar—one blue, one emerald green. Within the blue pupil, a strange golden halo, like a rising sun, encircled the iris. These eyes were even more peculiar than his goat eyes, as if they were not human, but something else residing beneath this handsome human skin.

He smiled at the goat-eyed man, stretched out his hand, and held it across his palm to feel the wind direction and speed.

“What the…”

"boom!"

A bullet whistled through the air and shattered the double-roller closed-lock rifle in Goat Eyes' hand into pieces.

In his astonishment, he remembered this legend that was widely circulated among bounty hunters.

"The famous Angel Eyes... is that you...?"

Angel Eyes nodded slightly to him, smiled, and pulled the trigger.

Gunfire roared, and the sniper upstairs fell to the ground.

Xiao Mei, who had just passed through the fog and arrived at a nearby location, happened to witness the entire process.

"Who are you?" She quickly hid behind a metal post, raised her Sharps rifle, and didn't let her guard down just because the other person had taken out the sniper. "Why are you helping us?"

……

Angel Eyes didn't answer her. He simply put his gun away casually, raised his hand, and gave Xiaomei an extremely elegant hat-tie. Then he turned and left, swiftly and decisively disappearing into the thick fog. His enigmatic smile and those inhuman eyes left a deep impression on Xiaomei.

In any case, the members of the Cold Cicada Gang have been completely wiped out. This marks the first time the Red Center Gang has clashed head-on with another gang, ultimately ending in a complete victory.

Xiao Mei breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help complaining, "I have a feeling that ever since I started following Mr. Hongzhong, there have been more and more strange guys..."

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"Hiss...ah..."

Mike lay on the ground for a while, intending to get up quietly, but a sharp pain shot through his back, which he couldn't simply endure. He had been thrown off his horse first, then landed on his back; even a young man in his twenties or thirties would be badly hurt by such a fall. Falling from a horse is always a technically challenging feat; in later generations, America, unlucky enough to break her neck in a fall, died instantly.

"Mike?" Alana, who was looting the enemy's corpses, noticed that he was unwell and quickly ran over to help him up. "Are you alright?"

"..." Mike really wanted to say "It's okay" to comfort his companion, but he just couldn't bring himself to say those two words.

The saying that old age is no longer about physical strength is absolutely true.

"Where is he?" Theon, following his usual practice, reloaded all the guns that had been fired, in preparation for a possible second battle. "Didn't he come with you?"

“…He said riding a horse was too slow, so he went straight to the rooftop.” Mike rolled his eyes.

"The roof?" Theon raised an eyebrow, recalling the loud noise. "So that's it. They jumped straight in from the roof across the street."

"Isn't it amazing? Don't be surprised, you'll get used to it after a while." Mike sighed, patted his back, and looked troubled. "They've all been killed?"

"Hmm. In that situation, I was the one being besieged, so I had to go all out." Theon was a ruthless man of few words; he killed so many people without even blinking. "In future situations like this, wouldn't it be better to leave someone alive?"

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Mike pursed his lips. “It’s just… if we have a witness, we can interrogate him to find out where that bastard is. I have a feeling there’s more to this than meets the eye, something else entirely, and it’s best to…”

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three unexpected gunshots interrupted their conversation, but they remained calm and showed no sign of alertness.

They're all seasoned veterans; they can glean a lot of information from the gunshots—for example, the dull, low gunshots are the signature of the Volcano pistol.

It was also their leader who conveyed the signals to them.

……

"boom--!!"

These three shots were more like a dotting device, first marking a few spots on the wall, and then Zhang Renfeng kicked it away.

As expected of someone who walks on rooftops, running in a straight line the whole way, they did arrive two or three minutes faster than their companions who rode horses.

Both sides started simultaneously and dealt with their respective opponents in roughly the same amount of time.

The only difference is that Theon and Mike's side was completely wiped out without mercy, while Zhang Renfeng's side left one survivor.

At this moment, the survivor's right hand was completely useless, his five fingers twisted and deformed. He himself was bound hand and foot and no longer posed any threat. Zhang Renfeng, as if possessed by Emperor Xiaojing, grabbed him with his arm, leaped from the third floor to the top of the wall, and with a quick step, used the wall for leverage to land precisely in front of everyone.

Chapter 187: These days, there are more and more weirdos (Part 58)

Zhang Renfeng had many ways to get someone to confess and reveal secrets, but in the end, he couldn't use any of them.

After taking the punch, his proud Qi Hardness was completely shattered. Then, like a valve being turned on, he started talking incessantly, answering every question, which saved him a lot of effort.

Perhaps it was because he had practiced the same skills and even grasped some of the basics that he became even more aware of the vast difference between himself and the man before him. He saw no possibility of catching up with Zhang Renfeng, and thus his Dao heart shattered.

Once you lose heart, the beliefs and secrets you once adhered to become irrelevant.

Due to time constraints, Zhang Renfeng did not ask too many questions. The most urgent task was to capture Wendigo as soon as possible and find out where he was hiding.

"What happened to your back?" He immediately noticed Mike's stiff and unnatural posture. "Are you injured?"

“No, very well. Don’t underestimate a veteran mounted policeman with decades of experience.” Mike gritted his teeth, trying to straighten his back, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. “I haven’t even torn that guy to pieces yet, how can I… do it here…”

“Mr. Mike just fell off his horse,” Xiaomei said truthfully, “because their snipers were lying in ambush upstairs…”

She gave a brief account of the firefight that had just taken place downstairs, which made Zhang Renfeng frown slightly.

Another strange fellow has appeared.

“I recognize him. His name is Angel Eyes, and he’s a lone bounty hunter! His eyes are strange; they don’t look like human pupils. We met once in Scarface Village, and after we came down the mountain, we traveled together for a while. Then we parted ways in Windblown Sands. He seems to be on a mission to track down some big prey, but that’s taboo in the trade. He won’t say, and I don’t feel comfortable asking.”

Upon hearing those distinctive eyes, Theon immediately understood and said suspiciously, "I always thought that his target was you. Your head is worth a lot of money in the two nearby states... But if that's the case, why would he help us? It doesn't make sense."

A bounty hunter whose identity is shrouded in mystery, but who possesses exceptional marksmanship.

With this guy roaming around, Zhang Renfeng's sense of insecurity increased. He hadn't had much dealings with bounty hunters yet, but he had a vague feeling that this one was going to be difficult to deal with. Bounty hunters usually hunt in small groups, like hyenas gathered in the Gobi Desert, gnawing on scraps of bone and meat that other hunters weren't interested in.

If things don't go your way too much, you might end up as a homeless gunman or a gang member.

Conversely, a lone bounty hunter must have exceptional skills.

"call……"

Zhang Renfeng sighed deeply, banishing these distracting thoughts from his mind. He didn't have time to dwell on them now. After all, he wasn't worried about having too many lice; there were plenty of people who wanted his head, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

"Mike, your injury is serious. You shouldn't participate anymore. At your age, don't leave any hidden injuries."

Mike was about to retort when Zhang Renfeng waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "Leave it to me."

"I will make you avenge your son with your own hands."

"..." This promise left Mike silent for a long time before he finally nodded, his feelings a mix of emotions. "I'm counting on you."

“Sean, take them back to the camp first, and bring this prisoner back with you,” Zhang Renfeng instructed. “Let Igor talk to him and see if we can get more information about the EU out of him. Be careful on the way.”

"Remember to leave me some food."

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"A ticket to San Quintak."

"Ah... sir, I'm so sorry, you've seen the sheriff over there, haven't you? The gates are all sealed off; we're no longer selling tickets to anywhere. Currently, I only accept mail service here." The clerk on the other side of the fence, looking utterly helpless, sighed. "If you have something to mail, you can give it to me..."

“I know you, Alden,” Wendigo said with a smile. “To be precise, a friend of a friend of mine knows you, introduced you to my friend, and then introduced you to me… In short, I’m also a ‘disheartened’ man.”

Alden's expression sharpened, and he immediately perked up. "Really? You're also a disheartened man?"

“Yes.” He pulled five one-dollar bills from his pocket, handed them to Alden, and said with a smile, “Please.”

"Now? Are you sure?" Alden looked around, quickly stuffing the stack of bills into his pocket. "I have to warn you, things aren't safe outside right now. If anything goes wrong, don't let me get involved."

“The more turbulent things are outside, the less time the police have to investigate these trivial matters. Naturally, that makes me safer,” Wendigo explained with a smile.

"Ah, yes, yes..." Alden busied himself at the counter for a while, then found a small note and tossed it to him over the fence. "The time and place are all here. If you're going to do it, just do it. I won't be responsible for anything that happens later."

"Understood." Wendigo turned to leave, then suddenly stopped, asking casually, "I was in such a hurry that I didn't bring any alcohol. Do you have any here?"

"Alcohol?" Alden scratched his neck. "Yes, there is..."

“From now on, I’ll be a regular customer of yours,” Wendigo said with a gentle smile. “Consider it an investment, how about it?”

……

Clutching a bottle of gin, he slowly left the post office lobby.

As expected, the area had been sealed off by Gordon, and the sheriff was keeping a close watch on it. All trains were prohibited from leaving, and there were patrols nearby.

There's still plenty of money, but in this situation, going back to buy more would be a bad idea and could very well lead us right into their trap.

The reason he sought out Alden, this "disheartened man," was because his business was essentially illegal—selling information about the movements and goods of stagecoach wagons in exchange for brokerage fees. Given this, he wouldn't easily provide clues to the sheriff; his next concern was how to escape the encirclement.

"call……"

He lit a cigarette, strolled slowly in the night, then used a dagger to tear off a piece of his clothing and make a strip of cloth. He unscrewed the bottle cap, squeezed some into the gin through the opening, shook it a couple of times, leaving a section of the cloth sticking out.

Although the strength of the alcohol was unknown, there was no other option at the moment.

Wendigo wasn't impatient. Instead, he leaned against the wall and quietly smoked his last cigarette. Only when the cigarette was nearly empty did he place it on the strip of cloth. After trying for a while, he finally got the flame to reach the outer end of the cloth, then casually tossed the bottle of gin towards the outer wall of the post office.

"boom--!!"

The shattered glass and flames exploded instantly. The post office itself was mostly made of wood, which instantly became an accelerant, making the flames burn even more fiercely.

"Fire! Fire! Get out quickly!!"

The terrified screams arrived as expected, and Wendigo met them briefly before passing by.

The fire created an opening, which temporarily distracted all the sheriffs, creating an excellent opportunity.

He walked quickly toward the train that was parked on the tracks.