Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Red Zhong is here!" Instantly, roars erupted from all directions, "Kill them all! Whoever gets Red Zhong's head will get $1000!"

Chapter 357: The Battle for Godhood in Red Center! (Eight chapters today!)

Less than five hours had passed since they devised this surprise attack strategy, and the roads were completely blocked, so theoretically, it couldn't have been an inside man.

Besides, the existence of the secret passage in the mine is currently only known to a few people in the tavern. Logan is still on the other side; it's unlikely that his assistant or Leo would travel all this way to inform on him.

There's only one possibility: the opposing strategist is too overpowered, anticipating our actions and positioning his troops in the White Buffalo Ranch, waiting for us to come to him.

We've fallen for their trap?

Fell into a trap!

"what……"

"Hahahaha! Ahahahaha—!!" Zhang Renfeng's eyes widened, and he suddenly burst into wild laughter. The bullet pierced through the wood, and fragments, wood chips, and sparks flew everywhere, but he seemed completely unaware, as if this was not a battlefield, but a war game.

And the system finally matched him with an equally matched opponent.

"Mike, Calaway, you two cover me for a bit." After laughing, Zhang Renfeng's eyes lit up, and he quickly returned to a serious state, starting to issue orders, "Angel Eyes... I don't know what your combat style is like, just mind your own business and provide support as needed."

"Where's the signal?" Mike drew his two pistols, his eyes equally resolute. He had fought many gunfights like this when he was with Jack's gang, so he was particularly calm at this moment. "You need to give us a signal."

"Don't worry," Zhang Renfeng said confidently, "You'll see when the time comes."

……

"Mr. Luwin, it seems they've hidden in the tavern!"

Like his twin brother, Ruven was a man of few words most of the time, preferring to express his opinions through silence and action. This was one of the ironclad rules Hector taught them from a young age: using silence more often makes your words more powerful in crucial moments.

Even now, he didn't say anything, but simply waved his gun-wielding hand at his underlings, pointing it towards the tavern.

When someone gains enough prestige, they don't need to speak; others will speak for them.

"Anyone who wants to earn this $1000, come with me. I'll take Hong Zhong's head, dead or alive!"

In an instant, a bunch of underlings rushed to sign up. This was Tianma Town, and those qualified to work here were all core members of the gangs.

But the underlings were still underlings; $1000 was a fortune they wouldn't even dare to dream of under normal circumstances. And now, the Red Center gang had plunged headlong into their encirclement with only four men, while their side had nearly 20 times that number—a veritable trap. It was practically free $1,000; naturally, no one wanted to miss it.

"Gambling freak, is just the head okay?" one of the underlings asked impatiently. "What about the hands or feet? Can you exchange them for money?"

"You idiot, who can tell whose hand and foot they are?" The skinny man, known as the "gambling bug" and somewhat respected among the underlings, glared at him. "Listen up, all of you. When we rush in, don't think about sharing the credit. First, catch them! If Hongzhong gets away... I don't need to tell you what the consequences will be, do I?"

"That's for sure!"

"Don't worry, you gambler, there are only four of them. We've blocked both the front and back doors of the shop, where can they run to?"

"Let me make this clear first: his head will be taken by whoever is fastest. The first one to be chopped off has to accept it, and no one is allowed to try and take it!"

"Yes, whoever's first gets it!"

……

For some reason, Gambler felt a little uneasy. He couldn't understand why Hong Zhong, with only four people, dared to break into Tianma Town. Hadn't he considered that one mistake could lead to this situation, where they were completely surrounded?

This unease only flashed through my mind; a good subordinate wouldn't overthink things at a crucial moment.

"Boom-"

He kicked open the tavern door, raised his gun, and shouted, "Surrender, Red Center! You have nowhere else to go!"

What greeted them was a solid round wooden card table that flew right towards them!

"Thump—!!"

Most people didn't even realize what was happening when the wooden table crashed into the dense crowd, instantly knocking two excited henchmen to the ground, lifeless. The table wasn't made of planks, but solid wood; the impact was substantial. The force of the impact left most people sprawled on the ground, emitting gasps and curses, completely disoriented.

"Hahaha!"

Three extremely arrogant laughs came from the front, and there was Hong Zhong, wearing his classic "Zhong" mask, sitting casually on the stair railing in an extremely spoiled manner, looking down at everyone and laughing loudly.

This figure gave the still-conscious gang members a disorienting sense of reversed roles. They suddenly felt as if they were trapped in a cage holding a wild beast, and that they were the ones who should be running away.

"You've got a path to heaven but choose not to take it, leaving no way to hell..."

"You barged in here, Ah Lai!!"

"boom!"

Zhang Renfeng drew all attention, and no one saw that in a dark corner on the first floor, Calaway instantly drew his gun and shot the string of seemingly real grenades hanging behind the wooden table.

"boom----!!"

Densely packed positions, explosions, flames, and sharp wooden spikes flying out, all of which combined to instantly reverse the situation!

Those who were close were instantly engulfed by the flames and shockwaves, reduced to dust; those a little further away were impaled by shards of shattered wooden tables, meeting a similar fate. Only the henchmen who were furthest away, a step too slow to squeeze into the tavern, were fortunate enough to escape unscathed, only being thrown back a few steps by the blast.

The hellish scene before them, and their burning, screaming comrades fleeing like torches, utterly shattered their will to fight. They turned around, screaming in terror, trying to escape this living hell.

but……

"Trying to escape?!" Zhang Renfeng drew his Fish Intestine Sword, dripped some pine oil on it, and with a flick of his hand, flames erupted from the blade with a "boom"!

With a leap, he flew over like a god, his sword flashing, the flaming blade piercing straight through the back of a fleeing gang member!

"no no!!"

Faced with these terrified, distorted faces, Zhang Renfeng, with his hair disheveled, laughed loudly, swung his sword, and directly severed their heads.

"Didn't they want my head?!"

He brandished his sword with his right hand, and with his left hand, he methodically drew his Volcano Pistol, firing several shots at his henchmen who looked fearful and hesitant!

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

The sound of high-explosive shells is already deep, and combined with the characteristics of the Volcano Pistol, it's almost like the low growl of a metallic beast.

The bullet pierced the body, exploding instantly, flames and boiling blood mist rising into the air. Zhang Renfeng laughed, sword in his right hand and gun in his left, charging in like a tiger among sheep. He charged left and right, spinning and leaping, the firelight reflecting off his smile, as if he were performing a whirling dance.

Where the sword passed, heads rolled to the ground; where gunfire roared, the enemy was blown to pieces!

Meanwhile, Mike and Calaway were also working from the shadows. Both brothers had switched to their only high-explosive rounds, firing shot after shot to ensure that no gunman could ambush Zhang Renfeng from behind while he was wreaking havoc. In this way, Zhang Renfeng's solo charge became increasingly unimpeded.

The Thunder Angry Gang's underlings had never seen anything like this before. They couldn't imagine forty men achieving such an effect, let alone four. Before long, the vanguard was scattered by Zhang Renfeng alone, and in the instant they turned to flee, they became easy prey.

"Only $1000..." In the heat of the moment, Zhang Renfeng's blood boiled, and he laughed wildly, his hair standing on end. He roared at Lu Wen in the distance, "You're fucking throwing money at a beggar!"

Chapter 358: An Unintentional Success

"Thump—!!"

Zhang Renfeng launched a powerful kick, sending a spherical object flying through the air.

It traversed the entire miniature town in the darkness, crashing heavily to the ground. It rolled several times, eliciting countless terrified screams in a fleeting moment of astonishment, before finally being brought to a temporary halt by Luwen's highly professional footwork.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than a human head severed by a sword, its expression frozen in the moment before death, filled with terror and despair.

What should have been a peaceful and tranquil town had now become a veritable meat grinder! Ruwen stared at the head at his feet; the cut was impeccably clean, a single, swift stroke, utterly fatal. He knew he could behead someone with a short axe, but never with such precision. Even without looking, just hearing the distant wails and screams, he knew the situation had completely reversed; he was now on the losing side.

However, even now, he still cannot fully believe it.

four people.

The intelligence was correct; they had indeed only sent four people, while his side had nearly ninety loyal gang members, elites in any gang. This nearly twenty-five-fold numerical advantage had resulted in them being routed. Before tonight, he would never have believed such an absurd thing could happen.

Let's leave aside Hong Zhong; he seems to be completely out of place compared to the others. But actually, if you look closely, you'll find that his killing speed wasn't particularly fast; it was just that his methods were quite frightening. The truly deadly ones were the two gunmen lurking in the shadows, firing in quick succession.

From the intervals between the gunshots, Ruwen could tell that both men were dual-wielding revolvers, possessing highly skilled marksmanship, truly achieving "one bullet, one kill." A gunman of this caliber would be a top priority for protection in any ordinary gang; such sharpshooters would be the backbone of any gang's expansion and battles.

As for the Red Center Gang, they came in two at once!

"Bang---!!"

The bullets, trailing tracers, drew streaks of fire in the air, like the brushstrokes of death, each stroke turning a body into a bloody mist. Combined with Zhang Renfeng's relentless charge, no one wanted to be next.

The front line was completely scattered, and the gang gunmen in the middle hesitated to advance. No one wanted to go up, but they couldn't retreat either.

"Mr. Luwen, the front lines are about to collapse!" Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and suggested, "For the sake of the bigger picture, shouldn't we retreat a bit..."

“Laro’s order is to hold this place. He said there is a very high probability that the Red Army will use this ranch as their bridgehead.” Ruwen rarely spoke, his voice heavy and solemn, reminiscent of cold marble blocks. “Now that the Red Army has indeed come, it is my responsibility to intercept and kill him here. As long as I have a breath left, this will not change.”

"Tell the people behind to go to the church and extinguish everything that can provide light—cigarette butts, gas lamps, nothing! That's where the Red Army will be buried!"

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"Look!" Calaway spat out the tobacco he was chewing, squinted, and picked up his cowboy hat, which had been pierced by a bullet, from the ground. "They've retreated!"

"They want to use the church as cover to fight us in a second round..." Mike, with his more experienced eye, saw through Ruwen's intentions at a glance.

He glanced around and quickly visualized the corpses lying on the ground, some of which were no longer human, into a number in his mind: "We annihilated more than sixty enemies. Those that were broken were killed by the three of us. Conversely, the more intact corpses were killed by Angel Eye."

"Wait a minute...didn't he use Theon's high-explosive shells?" Calaway also noticed this unusual detail and exclaimed, "Speaking of which, this guy killed quite a few people by himself, almost half of ours! Where is he?"

“That’s Angel Eyes’ style.” Zhang Renfeng pressed his palm against the hilt of the sword and slashed upwards to extinguish the flames burning on the blade. “He’s better suited to acting alone. When a fight breaks out, just pretend he’s not there. That way, there’ll be some surprises.”

"They had about 30 people left, and they turned off all the lighting equipment, thus gaining a significant advantage in the terrain."

Mike looked worried. "We have no idea about the structure inside the church. If we rush in, we'll definitely get shot."

“I do have an idea.” Calaway pried open the revolver’s cylinder, emptied out the high-explosive bullets, and replaced them with another type of bullet that Theon had made for them.

Ignite the warhead.

"Let's just burn him down!"

"Burning down a church?" Mike was getting on in years and was somewhat resistant to such an act. "There will be retribution, won't there?"

“I’ve already hung the dead on the crosses in the church. If there’s any retribution, it’ll be coming at me first.” Zhang Renfeng laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head. “No, I can’t burn them.”

“Look, all the buildings here are wooden structures, and they’re very close together. If the church catches fire, other places will quickly follow suit, and then this place will be nothing but ruins.” Zhang Renfeng pointed and gave a more rational reason: “Our original plan was to find a warehouse or something similar, set it on fire, and lure the enemy here, that’s all.”

“Small towns with complex terrain like this can serve as strongholds for follow-up operations and maneuvering against the enemy, and have considerable strategic value. It would be a great pity to burn them down.”

"What should we do? We can't burn it, and we can't go in. Aren't we stuck here?"

"Wait a few more seconds... let my heartbeat and breathing... come down..." Zhang Renfeng closed his eyes and took deep breaths, relying on his absolute control over his body to force the surging blood flow to slow down.

He could hear other people's breathing and heartbeats through walls, but this required him to be calm. The recent killing spree had made him extremely agitated, and he had temporarily lost his ability to hear.

The old Zhang Renfeng wouldn't have been able to do this.

However, after mastering the art of dissipating energy, his control over his physical body reached a new level.

They stood still, as if trying to liquefy their bodies and merge with the dark earth.

The frenzied excitement of the killing gradually cooled down, and he focused his attention, listening to Calaway and Mike's heartbeats.

And there were about a dozen people hiding in the shadows.

----

"Who?!"

Zhang Renfeng roared, his toes barely touching the ground as he flew out like a cannonball, crashing through a wooden wall and appearing in front of the newcomer.

They were clearly taken aback by this outcome and were quite frightened. Only then did Zhang Renfeng realize that these young men were all dressed in ranch worker clothes, with uniformly dark skin. In the darkness, they seemed to have an invisibility effect, with only their teeth clearly visible.

Trapped in enemy territory, Zhang Renfeng dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately drew his Volcano Pistol and pointed it at their leader.

"No...don't kill me, Mr. Hongzhong!" The young man was terrified. Zhang Renfeng's image at this moment was that of a killing god. He quickly threw the gun aside. "I am Eric Mill. You...you remember me? You saved me, you saved all of us!"

Zhang Renfeng frowned, somewhat puzzled. "Really?"

“On Sparrow Hills!” Eric continued, “in the Shepherd Gang’s…dungeon!”

Chapter 359: War Knight

When the Shepherd Wolf Gang was mentioned, Zhang Renfeng finally had some impression of it—this gang, which served as the "foot" of the gang, found an old camp from the civil war era as its stronghold.

In the camp's dungeon, there was also a batch of newly arrived slaves who hadn't had time to be sold; they were mostly black.

After the Shepherd Gang was wiped out, he asked Jimmy to find them suitable jobs. However, due to their skin color and social status, it was almost impossible for them to find decent work. The connections Jimmy had were mostly in the legal and business worlds; there was simply no place for Black people.

In the end, Igor couldn't stand it anymore and took these young men back to his hometown, changing their identities to become ranchers at the white bison ranch.