Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

But Castor, who was well-versed in human nature, could immediately discern the chill hidden in those few laughs.

Ultimately, I am just an agent; if I cannot demonstrate value, I will be replaced at any time.

“No, wait, Mr. Payne…I…”

"You said you needed someone to help watch the place, and I left Rams with you. You patted your chest and assured me everything would be perfect. Have you forgotten?" Ilyn questioned in a calm tone. "Or is it that the subordinates you trained can't even handle such a trivial matter?"

"I……"

----

"Don't blame him too much." A sarcastic voice came from below, "The people you left for him weren't much better either."

……

Even though someone had done everything for him, Custer felt no joy at all; instead, his heart was in his throat.

The fact that his voice was here meant that all preventative measures, including those of Rams, the Skinners, the Iron Bucket, and all of their own people, had become completely ineffective.

Five people.

Is it possible for just five people to have such overwhelming power?

“You… are Hongzhong?” Yilin sat steadily in his seat, looking down at Zhang Renfeng, and sneered, “It’s not as exaggerated as they say. I think you’re just like me, with two legs, two arms, and one head.”

“Yes.” Zhang Renfeng gently put down the wooden box in his hands, his eyes half-closed. “But you…”

"You are much uglier than I imagined."

"How can someone as ugly as you be changed?"

Chapter 309: I'll send you to meet God right now (Part 28)

"Ha, what a joke." Ilin scoffed, taking off his lit cigar and exhaling a puff of smoke. "Lift your head, open your eyes, and take a good look!"

He held the cigar between two fingers, pointed to the Ironblood Cross Army flag fluttering in the sky, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the flag as if gilding it with a layer of golden light.

Ilin, looking quite smug, crossed his legs and said slowly, "This flag was pieced together bit by bit during the war. The twelve dots forming a cross represent the twelve battles the army group won! I've seen real war, kid. The battlefield is unpredictable and ever-changing, and I led an army through it all. That's the weighty history this flag carries..."

"Status, respect, money, power—I have enjoyed everything that human society strives for. I am a war hero. When I appear in front of people, the eyes of the elderly shine with respect, the eyes of the middle-aged are filled with longing, and the eyes of children show admiration."

“I have friends in the military, business, and political circles. As long as this flag continues to shine, I can never be defeated. But what about you, Red China? Who do you think you are? Do you think you can drive someone like me away with just a few people and a few guns?”

He suddenly spread his arms wide, as if he were a theatrical actor, using this action to vent his excess energy and desires.

"Now do you realize what you've been fighting against? Do you understand how foolish you've been?"

……

The thunderstorm subsided, the sky cleared, and several seagulls were circling overhead at the harbor.

They were the sole witnesses to this unprecedented showdown.

"boom!!"

A dull bullet whistled past, tearing a large hole right in the center of the Ironblood Cross Army's flag.

"..." Ilyin was stunned for a few seconds, because he simply couldn't believe that a human could do such a thing. It wasn't until he turned his head and saw that there really was a bullet hole in the center of the flag hanging high up that he slammed his hand on the handrail, stood up abruptly, and roared like a groundhog, "Ah—?! What did you do!"

"Don't get excited, old man. You look like you're in a bad mood. Be careful not to overdo it." Zhang Renfeng did a cool gunfight, put the Volcano Pistol back into his belt, and then took out a folded flag from his satchel, unfurling it like a matador waving his cape. He teased, "Speaking of flags... I found this flag in a cave somewhere. Is it yours?"

"Rams?" Ilyin's face darkened, almost frighteningly. "What did you do to him?"

"Let's get to the conclusion first, he's dead." Zhang Renfeng's face was full of disdain; the previous argument hadn't put any pressure on him whatsoever. "However, strictly speaking... it wasn't me who killed him. He was bitten to death by his own dog, which is ironic, isn't it?"

"That's not the point. The point is that he made me realize that you are the mastermind behind all the absurdities in Fengxi Harbor."

"is that true?"

“Ramson would never betray me.” Ilyn stared at him intently, his eyes wide. “Absolutely!”

“What a coincidence,” Zhang Renfeng replied calmly. “He insisted on saying the same thing before he was bitten to death by his own dog.”

“You’re a very bold person, Hongzhong, very bold… to dare to provoke me in this way…” Yilin seemed to have calmed down, downed the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp, took a breath, and smiled again, “Unfortunately, such tricks are useless, you can’t change anything, I’m still the one who has everything!”

“Yes, I can’t change you, I’ve admitted that from the beginning.” Zhang Renfeng sighed helplessly and shrugged. “Perhaps only God can.”

"No rush, I'll take you to see him right away."

Without giving Ilyin time to react, he picked up the wooden box that had been placed on the ground with both hands, hoisted it onto his shoulders, bent his knees slightly, and pressed his whole body down like a spring, making a standard posture for throwing a heavy object.

"Ok?"

Ilin's expression changed.

The ship was naturally armed, but it was a merchant ship, not a warship, and there was no fighting going on. The soldiers were used to being idle and didn't have the habit of being armed at all times. Ilyin's original plan was to negotiate with Caster for a while, extract some more benefits, and then start "suppressing the bandits." Little did he expect that the bandit leader, who was supposed to be besieged, would appear so brazenly in front of him.

All plans were disrupted.

At the critical moment, his senses, honed on the battlefield, began to issue frantic warnings, as if pulling Ilin back to that hellish place where stray bullets flew and death was imminent.

"Scatter—!!" He slammed the chair aside and shouted sternly.

"drink----!"

Zhang Renfeng roared, lunged forward slightly, and took a small step. It seemed he hadn't exerted much force, yet the wooden crate floated up lightly, arcing perfectly over the ship's hull and deck, before landing with a thud among the hulled soldiers.

……

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it wasn't a shell or explosives, but just a wooden crate. It looked ordinary, yet was exceptionally sturdy; even after being dropped, only a few cracks appeared on the surface. The crate was firmly secured with nails on all four sides, making it impossible to open in a short time.

"Strange." One of the soldiers realized something was wrong and sniffed the air. "Why does it smell like gin?"

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"A little higher... that's too much, down... a little more to the left... a little more... okay, this angle."

During his duel with Ramsay, the chieftain was shot in the right shoulder and could only hold the bow with his left hand, so Alana took over for him, stringing the bow and aiming. The girl leaned against him, her eyes half-closed, almost holding her breath, and she also abandoned all distractions, making herself only a precise aiming aid.

"put!"

“Whoosh——!!”

A clear and bright string sound.

A lit arrow of fire drew a beautiful arc in the air, and with a "thud," it crossed a distance of nearly a hundred meters and landed precisely on the wooden box.

……

Theon stuffed all the high-proof liquor he could find into wooden crates, and then placed six hand grenades among them.

Apart from that, the rest of the space inside the box was filled with flammable hay. He specifically instructed Zhang Renfeng to handle the box with utmost care, and except for the moment he threw it onto the merchant ship's deck, to treat it like a bomb at all times!

The impact had broken some bottles, spilling the strong liquor, which was absorbed by the hay. Some of the liquor also evaporated into the air, which is why the soldiers could smell the gin.

Now, a flaming arrow has embedded itself in the wooden crate.

Most people probably wouldn't guess what's in the box, but when "fire" appears in their field of vision, they naturally feel something is wrong.

……

"boom-----!!!"

The wooden crate was set ablaze, and the intense heat and flames finally ignited its most explosive core. With an explosion, countless scorching shards of glass sprayed out, blooming a flower of blood and fire beneath the banner of the Iron Crusaders!

Chapter 310: This is Hongzhong (Part 29)

"ah----!!"

A piercing scream echoed across the deck.

Needless to say, the explosion and flames were devastating. Even more terrifying was the fact that the glass shards scattered after the explosion possessed penetrating power comparable to bullets. It was as if a 360-degree barrage of fire had suddenly struck a crowd; nearby soldiers were riddled with holes without a sound, while those a little further away were clutching their wounds and groaning in agony.

There were also a few unfortunate souls who were sprayed with strong liquor and then set on fire. They ran wildly on the deck, trying to jump into the sea, but after only a few steps, they gradually slowed down, turned into bright fireballs, and collapsed on the deck, motionless.

The ship tilted, and flames filled the sky.

Zhang Renfeng, however, showed no fear. He leaped onto the ship, treading on fire as he approached, his eyes wide with rage, like a demon rising from hell.

"Ilyn Payne, come out here and face your death—!!!"

A furious roar, powerful and resonant, shook the ship, as if even the clouds in the sky were parted by the sound.

"..."

Flames. Bombs. Screaming soldiers fleeing. Billowing smoke.

All these factors combined were giving Ilyin almost battlefield PTSD; despite being in the midst of a fire, cold sweat beaded on his forehead. From beginning to end, all his power was built upon a stable social environment. The ship of power could sail unimpeded, crushing anyone who dared to offend him… but this was limited to the “civilized world.”

And Hong Zhong, this monstrous being beyond reason, easily dragged him back into the war.

He alone is a war.

"Line up...line up...hold him off!" The instinct for survival made him turn and run away hastily, but as a commander, even in running, he had to give the order: "Hold him off!"

……

After that battle, his old troops were almost completely wiped out. He watched his comrades being blown to pieces, burned to death, riddled with shards of glass—mass casualties, one after another—the impact was simply too great. He thought that after surviving the war, he could finally enjoy the good life with his commander, but in the blink of an eye, he was a charred corpse on the ship. Who could accept that?!

Sensing that the enemy's morale was on the verge of collapse, Zhang Renfeng decided to deliver another harsh remark!

"what--!!!"

He roared, ducked to dodge two bullets that came from nowhere, and charged forward, his right hand flashing out like lightning to grab the ankle of an unfortunate man.

"Let me go... What are you going to do?!" Having witnessed his methods, the soldier's voice changed with fear.

His response was a terrifying smile illuminated by the firelight.

Let's dance!

……

"sulfonessulfonessulfonessulfones————"

Zhang Renfeng swung the burly, middle-aged man, who weighed around 85 kilograms and was of a fairly tall stature, as if wielding nunchucks. At first, there were some screams, but soon even the sound disappeared, leaving only circles of nunchucks moving and grinding around Zhang Renfeng, forming an impenetrable circle!

Shoulder to shoulder.

Side of the neck.

Lower back.

Before the body.

His mastery of various nunchaku techniques was unparalleled, employing every possible method to display an extremely bold and unrestrained style. If he were truly wielding nunchaku, one couldn't help but applaud his skillful technique. But... what he held in his hands was a real, living person!

"boom--!!"

The weight of a living person came crashing down on a soldier's head, striking him in the waist and abdomen, sending him flying. He crashed into the railing and tumbled into the sea.

Zhang Renfeng's upper body remained motionless, still able to unleash a furious roar. The soldiers had never seen such an attack before; they were all terrified. Having learned from past mistakes, none of them wanted to experience the taste of these "nunchucks," and they retreated hastily.

Swing it around once, then switch hands.

Even with this simplest technique, to create a dazzling display of stick movements, you need to swing it ten times per second.

Converted to a more modern unit of measurement, it's roughly 250 km/h, which is just about the minimum speed allowed for high-speed rail.

Meanwhile, the unfortunate soldier's head was subjected to a centrifugal force of approximately 300G. Soon enough, streaks of blood seeped from the afterimage—blood escaping from his seven orifices. Zhang Renfeng felt no remorse whatsoever—on the battlefield, there were no good or bad people, only enemies!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

The sound was no less deafening than a gunshot; it was the sound of the surviving soldiers being whipped to the ground one by one.

"ah---!!"

Fear turned to anger. Seeing that he couldn't escape, one of the soldiers, his eyes reddening, picked up a military knife that someone had dropped on the deck, roared, and charged at Zhang Renfeng without dodging or avoiding!

He always respected such an opponent, so he got into position, swung his arm, and launched a fierce counterattack.

"Boom!!"

The nunchaku's "head" struck him squarely in the lower abdomen, shattering all his ribs. The man flew several meters before crashing heavily onto the deck. He lost his knife and even his shoes, blood gushing from his mouth. But his will to survive compelled him to raise his hand and gasp out, "Wait...wait a minute..."

“There’s nothing to wait for,” Zhang Renfeng said expressionlessly as he walked to his side. “It’s today!”

"boom!"