Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Igor raised his fist. His hands and feet were smaller than average, so his fist was naturally smaller as well. But the meaning he conveyed at this moment was extremely serious. "As far as I know, Tuku was beaten to death by his fists in the final moments. That guy liked to beat others when he was alive, and he ended up like this. It can be considered karma."

"What exactly are you trying to say, buddy?" Laro suddenly narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Is that guy a god in human skin?"

“I didn’t say that, but…” Igor lowered his voice and looked around, “Assuming that’s the case, don’t you think it’s unwise to fight an enemy you can’t beat?”

“There is still a chance. I know that there is a tunnel under the Zolael family mansion in Rongma Town that can cross the border directly to Mexico. It is so that when disaster strikes, there will be another chance.”

Laro's expression changed slightly.

"Admit it, brother, our family is declining. We've had our share of glory for decades through bloodshed, plunder, and murder. We've had our fill, and eventually we'll be kicked off the table. Even without China, with its overseas market dominance and far lower costs than ours, do you think we can compete with the EU?"

"Take some money with you, and it'll be enough to live comfortably for the rest of your lives. Leave this godforsaken place, and once things calm down... you can start over! The world is much bigger than you and I can imagine. There's Canada, Australia, or even growing mangoes in Tahiti."

"And then?" Laro countered, "Should we just hand this place over to Red Center?"

"It's better than losing your life too," Igor said in a heavy tone. "If he breaks down the door, I won't be able to protect you."

……

After a brief silence, Laro smiled from the bottom of his heart; his smile was as charming and captivating as ever.

"I'm really touched, brother. After all this time, we can finally have a heart-to-heart talk."

"Unfortunately, we have different interests. For me, if all of this cannot be led by Zolael..."

"Then it's meaningless. We might as well tear everything down and start over."

……

Igor sensed a chilling madness in those words and couldn't help but shiver. "What...do you mean?"

"Alright, buddy, you've been up all night too, go get some rest. I need to catch up on my sleep too." Laro stood up, stretched, and gave a warm smile. "Hopefully, we won't end up like that."

Chapter 362: We Have a Powerful Logistics System

"How is it? Is it working well?" Theon took out a special handkerchief, dampened it with gun oil, and began to maintain the sidearms that Mike and Calaway had been firing one after another. Like a seasoned account manager, he asked for feedback from his customers, "Don't you feel that the feel of firing the gun is different from before?"

“If I had to say, it’s a bit too heavy.” Calaway, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a freshly made Guama cocktail on the table, “Absolutely…”

"About five grains of uncooked rice."

Mike chose a metaphor that was subtle in terms of both unit and weight, but it made Calaway nod repeatedly.

For gunmen at their level, the gun is no longer a weapon, but an extension of their body, an integral part of themselves.

Legendary gunslingers all have their own special sidearms. Over time, as they accumulate kills, they become intimately familiar with every aspect of their weapons.

Even with a different type of bullet, the slight weight difference was still noticeable to both of them. However, the benefits of the high-explosive rounds were indeed overwhelmingly superior, enough to offset this minor inconvenience.

"I've tried to simplify it as much as possible, but considering the stability of the ammunition, the rate of fire, and most importantly, the destructive power, this is all I can do. Perhaps in a few years, when new types of bullets are developed, we can make further improvements."

He placed the ornate revolver, adorned with skulls and roses, and the unremarkable lead-gray revolver on the table, their metallic clanging creating a reassuring sound.

"However, the inherent characteristics of high-explosive rounds will put a certain overload on the barrel, and the wear and tear will be greater than that of ordinary bullets. To extend the service life of firearms, they need to be maintained regularly."

"Don't worry about that." Calaway picked up the fancy-decorated revolver, hooked it on his fingertip, and twirled it with a flourish. He laughed and said, "This thing has been with me for half my life, so it's like my wife. I'll definitely take good care of her."

"This is your eighth wife, isn't it?" Mike bluntly exposed from the side.

"Ah..." Theon was at a loss for words at this overly advanced statement, so he could only sigh and turn his head away. "And you? Angel... By the way, what's your real name? The title 'Angel Eyes' was given to you by someone when you were a bounty hunter, right?"

“Unfortunately, I have no name, nor any memorable past. They didn’t tell me any of that when they created me.” Angel Eyes sat in the most inconspicuous corner of the tavern, easily overlooked if you looked too quickly. “If the name Angel Eyes bothers you, you can call me something else as you like.”

“Other…things?” Carlowey became increasingly curious and interested in his new companion. “Like what?”

"Hey, you over there, the one with the strange eyes. As long as I know you're calling me, it's fine."

"Uh, never mind..." Theon sighed. People in the world are all different and strange, and there are always some people whose worldview he simply cannot understand. He had already experienced this firsthand when he was a weapons merchant in White Poplar Town.

It's okay if you don't understand. In a team, not letting the team down at crucial moments is more important than anything else.

“I’ve tried your ‘new toy,’ Mr. Mislandil, and it’s like it was made for me,” Angel Eyes said with a smile. “You’re such a thoughtful person.”

“Just call me Theon,” Theon said in a deep voice. “It was originally made for you, a modified version of the Army M1871 Springfield rifle. Its predecessor was the Remington rifle, which was hailed as the ‘best in the world.’ The structure is still a roller-locked rifle, so there’s not much to change. I’ve added a scope for you so you can see further.”

"And this is my 'high-speed bullet,' which is different from ordinary bullets and has a longer range. In actual combat tests, its trajectory is also more stable."

Theon took out a sample of a high-velocity bullet from his satchel. The golden bullet was placed on the table, and from its appearance, it was indeed somewhat different from an ordinary bullet.

The two veteran gunmen stared at it, their faces showing astonishment, as if they could see it shooting out of the muzzle and emitting a soft whistle.

“Back in White Torch Town, I sensed something was off; your eyes… can see very far. So, use the scope as an auxiliary tool.” Theon held the high-speed bullet with one finger and gently pushed it toward the Angel Eye. “With this weapon, you can kill silently from beyond the enemy’s line of sight and firing range.”

"Like a ghost?" Calaway remarked. "That suits him perfectly, since he can't see others anyway."

"Speaking of which, how did you manage to produce so much in just two days?" Mike was somewhat surprised by Theon's production capacity. "These special munitions, you made them all yourself, didn't you?"

“This time it’s different. I was only responsible for making the incendiary and high-explosive rounds. The rest of the bullets were rushed out of the Harganda family’s factory.”

“Halgunda… Ah, I remember now, the current mayor of White Torch.” Mike downed his drink in one gulp. The logistical support from the rear made him feel reassured. “I almost forgot, they made their fortune by selling arms, which is especially useful in times like this.”

"Yes, even though Hong Zhongren is gone, as long as he lives, White Torch Town will never be turned upside down. As long as we bring him out, whatever I say, whether it's ammunition or firearms, is what they'll do. They're willing to bet everything on us."

"Especially... once the news from here gets out smoothly, it goes without saying."

At this point, Theon glanced at the dilapidated tavern and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Four people—one charging in, two gunmen, and one sniper—were enough to annihilate twenty-five times the number of elite members of the Thunder Fury Gang.

The casualty ratio is so high that it would scare people to death if you told them.

Just as dawn was breaking, the remaining members of the Red Center Gang, led by Theon and carrying ample ammunition and equipment, successfully arrived at Numa Town.

Coincidentally, Logan's team hadn't even set off yet when they arrived, naturally joining the assault force. Theon, with his military experience, helped organize the formation, preventing them from charging forward like scattered soldiers and easily falling into enemy hands.

Laro had also deployed a force at the mountain pass of Fortress Mountain, but they were all killed on sight by Theon's special ammunition. Incendiary bombs, high-explosive shells, and grenades rained down, and this terrifying offensive instantly annihilated the gang's frontline troops.

With Logan in charge, morale soared, and the troops were quickly routed, allowing them to break into Tianma Town.

At this moment, the White Buffalo Ranch had completely become their stronghold. These elite members of the Red Center Gang were sitting in the small tavern that had been bombed the night before, finding some of the lucky few bottles of wine that hadn't been smashed to pieces to celebrate their great victory.

……

"Is he still alive?" Theon asked suddenly after finishing his drink.

“…Who?” Considering his feud with the Zola El family, Mike was unsure of his meaning.

“Who else could it be?” Theon said in a deep voice, “Our cook.”

Chapter 363: Father

"...Then Sheriff Gordon said that you should handle things well in Three Horses Town, and that he would take care of those lost children." Xiaomei continued, "These past few days, with Kobyin keeping things under control, underground activities in White Torch Town have decreased a lot, and the police station can free up its energy to fully help these trafficked girls."

"Hmm." Zhang Renfeng nodded. Overall, even without him, everything was moving in a positive direction.

Taking down the underground black market was also Igor's advice to him.

In this city, the origins of both the underworld and legitimate society, there is an indelible connection with the Red Center Gang. While the two sides appear to be adversaries, their influence over each other is actually far greater than imagined. In special circumstances like these, they can even communicate with each other.

Starting with Koby, the violence in the underworld was temporarily contained to reduce the cost of maintaining order, thus freeing up more manpower and energy for the police department to handle the major cases that Zhang Renfeng had taken on.

These twenty or thirty abducted girls will eventually be returned to their families through legitimate channels.

Interestingly, they weren't the only ones willing to get involved in this matter.

"Mr. Mesvid, do you remember him?"

"That banker?" Zhang Renfeng's mind quickly conjured up the image of a middle-aged man in a suit, with a smiling face and shrewd eyes. "What happened to him?"

"He also said that this is a great cause and deserves to be publicized. He is willing to use some bank funds and hire some newspapers to do a special interview and write a few reports on the selfless act of returning the child to the Baiju Town Police Station, so that more people will know about this."

Mesvid's action surprised Zhang Renfeng somewhat; upon reflection, he realized he had never considered such a matter before.

Publicity.

Knowing how to promote what you do is also very important.

This banker was very clear about his position, and like the Hargunda family, he used his actions to demonstrate his stance—don't worry, I'm still on your side. His actions subtly conveyed this message.

"A banker..."

Zhang Renfeng sighed. It wasn't that he couldn't understand things involving interests and stances, but thinking about them was particularly taxing.

The main issue is that neither Halganda nor Mesvid can be considered "allies." They are only temporarily cooperating with me because of shared interests. With these kinds of people, you can't just resort to violence; you have to switch to a different approach, using smiles and strategic maneuvering to pull them back and forth.

The two people in their team who are best at this kind of thing, Ego and Jimmy, are currently in the enemy's headquarters.

“Oh, right, Mr. Red. Evelyn also came to the camp once along the way.” Little Mei seemed to have just remembered this and continued, “She met with Gwen, and the two of them talked for a long time in the camp. After that, Gwen left with her.”

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Renfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon receiving news of Igor and Jimmy's abduction, he was consumed by anxiety and rushed straight to Numa Town, neglecting to handle many matters properly. Deep down, he remained preoccupied with these unresolved people and events.

This traumatized girl is actually much more sensitive and fragile than she appears.

Evelyn was someone she had worked with and someone she admired on stage. More importantly, both were victims of the Wendigo movement, and in some ways, Evelyn was the one who understood Gwen the most. In this treacherous world, it was somewhat fortunate that these two girls, who had lost their families and were all alone, could find solace in each other on stage.

As long as I'm still alive, and the Red China Gang is still around, I can offer them some protection, however little.

"Not everything went so smoothly." Alana glanced at Xiaomei, seemingly dissatisfied with her tendency to only report good news and not bad. "Do you remember Aliya?"

"..."

Having experienced a lot recently, Zhang Renfeng did take some time to connect the name with the one-armed little girl soaked in mud.

"What's up with her?"

“That child… well, it’s not a big deal. I just feel that there are more important things to do now, and there’s no need to bring it up now.” Xiaomei hesitated, but since Zhang Renfeng asked, she couldn’t hide it anymore. “Perhaps it’s a language barrier or something else, but she’s unwilling to say what her hometown is.”

"Unwilling?" Zhang Renfeng raised an eyebrow.

"Within White Torch, there was no one who could speak German, so Sheriff Gordon had to go to Saint Quintak to look for them. Apparently, he found someone, but it will take some time for them to get here from there. Anyway, we don't know how it ended up."

……

Just then, a familiar figure suddenly appeared, interrupting their conversation.

“Mr. Hongzhong, ah, could these two be… members of your gang?” Black Palm’s left shoulder was still wrapped in bandages. He was startled when he saw Xiaomei and Alana.

Looking at all the gangs that were once famous in the West, there was never any known case of anyone letting a little girl join them.

"Is your arm alright?"

"Ah, this? Don't mention it." Black Palm waved his right hand and laughed, "I wonder which bastard fired the shot. His marksmanship was really good. I went to see a doctor, and he actually said it was just a superficial wound, a scrape of muscle, and a little blood. It looked scary, but if it had been just a little bit to the right, it might have pierced the carotid artery. I'm really a lucky man, hahaha..."

"Ahem, let's get back to the point." Black Palm cleared his throat. "Logan's body can't take it anymore, so he sent me to talk to you."

"Hmm." Zhang Renfeng nodded, indicating that he was listening.

“We’ve searched Rancho’s house… The money is all safely stored, not a single cent has been touched. According to the rules, this is all your doing, so you decide how to divide it.”

To be fair, Logan and his team did contribute to the battle. But if we were to rely on them, they would probably have been overwhelmed by Rancho by now and wouldn't have been able to cause much trouble. It was Zhang Renfeng's sudden emergence and overwhelming force that allowed him to crush Rancho and create the current situation.

"However, we also found something else in his room that we couldn't quite understand. Logan said that it might be better to give it to you."

As he spoke, Black Palm handed over a piece of paper.

The crooked Chinese characters on it instantly caught Zhang Renfeng's eye.

----

Dad.

it is good.

Home is fine.

Are you OK?

I've wanted to have dinner with you for so long.

I cordially invite you to come to my home for a visit.

----

There seemed to be more content, but he had covered it up. His Chinese writing was a mess, like a child's tracing, each stroke a direct copy. Zhang Renfeng had to spend some time to decipher each character, but with the cover-up, it was completely unrecognizable.

"Chinese, how could it be Chinese..."

Zhang Renfeng couldn't believe it for a moment, "Father?"

“Before returning to the family and taking charge of Numa Town, Rancho had spent some time outside. That gang was elusive and secretive, and not much was known about them,” Black Hand said in a deep voice. “All that was known was that their leader was apparently called… ‘Old Man’.”