Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

“…No…” Daniel’s worldview was shattered; his eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape. “This is impossible…”

"Roar----!!!"

The next moment, the inhuman creature before them roared like a tiger, cracking the glass of the surrounding buildings. With a "smack," its left hand opened and grabbed Daniel's face. With just a slight force, Daniel let out a scream—he felt as if his skull was about to be crushed by a tremendous force.

With his feet lightly touching the ground, he sprinted toward the house on one side, swinging his left arm high and slamming the burly man in his hand against the wall!

"Bang---!!"

Wall after wall, he charged through the buildings like a runaway boar. Daniel, in his arms, died after a few impacts.

Chapter 382: He is Degenerating

The chief was quite frightened. Although he had experienced Zhang Renfeng's formidable strength more than once before, he always felt that this guy was different. Previously, whether he was hitting, throwing, grappling, or kicking, he always had a self-contained system of martial arts to support him.

This was vividly demonstrated when he remotely controlled his own underground boxing matches at the dock.

Once he survives the first round, he can immediately see through his opponent's fighting style and weaknesses, and thus devise a perfectly tailored strategy. As long as you fight according to his instructions, no matter how badly you fare in the first round, you are guaranteed to defeat your opponent within five moves.

Now, the technology that supported him... has completely disappeared, replaced by absolute violence. Like a wild beast, he unleashes his power with abandon, as if he could hold the world in his hands and mold it as he pleases with a single word.

"Old Zhang? Zhang Renfeng?" Looking at the figure standing in the broken house, the chief was not sure. The immense pressure made him dare not get too close. His left hand had already subconsciously pressed on the dagger. He knew very well that if the other person's throwing axe was useless, his dagger would be useless too. But having a weapon in his hand would make him feel a little more at ease.

"is it you?"

His muscular back slowly tensed upon hearing the name. As if reacting to something, he turned his head to look in the chief's direction. With something new to distract him, he tossed the mangled body of Daniel, already bloodied and mangled, aside like trash.

"..."

His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, clearing for a moment before being swallowed by chaos again. He clenched his teeth, displaying his incredibly developed jaw and masseter muscles, and a muffled roar erupted from his chest, making the floor and ceiling vibrate.

"Roar----!!!"

After roaring, he darted forward, smashed through the wall, and began to run wildly. The chief could hardly describe the posture; it was somewhere between a human and an animal. His legs moved so fast that he had to use his hands to support himself from time to time to avoid losing his balance.

"..."

In the blink of an eye.

Without exaggeration, in the blink of an eye, he used his body to create a path and disappeared.

The chief, as if waking from a dream, leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. He touched his forehead again and found his hands covered in cold sweat. The shock and pressure he had felt in those few seconds was no less than, and perhaps even greater than, confronting a legendary North American grizzly bear or other large carnivore.

……

"Chief?" His companion's voice came from the side. Calaway cautiously leaned out, and after confirming that there was no danger, he looked at the carriage at the street corner that had been broken into countless pieces and the Gatling gun that was about to be deformed from being thrown around, before asking, "What just happened? Was it him?"

"...Honestly, I don't know, I really don't know." The chief composed himself and quickly grasped the situation. "His behavior was strange, like he had become a different person, irritable and easily angered. Actually, those words aren't quite right. You didn't see it with your own eyes; it was very abnormal, like... just..."

You only realize how little you know when you need it. The chief had no problem with everyday conversations, but when faced with this particularly unusual phenomenon, his vocabulary was insufficient. He had a concept in his mind that, if expressed in reasonable words, would be—degeneration.

He degenerated, lost his human intelligence, and became like an animal.

……

"Heh...hehe..." After listening to his account and looking at the mess on the ground, Calaway wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and complained, "Our workplace environment is getting more and more exciting every day."

“The battle cannot stop now. Regardless of whether Hongzhong is here or not, the frontal battle must continue. You lead your men and charge forward.” After a moment of thought, the chieftain put his dagger back into his belt, slung his bow back over his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, “I can’t be of much help on the frontal battlefield… I will follow the trail he left behind and see what happened.”

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White Bison Ranch.

The rear area of ​​the battlefield.

“Carrots, turnips, onions, potatoes… and a box of black bread, um, that’s all.” Leo propped the box full of potatoes up with his thigh for support and crossed out the lines of text on the thin piece of paper, while calling out, “Where’s the wine? Wine is also very important. The atmosphere at the dinner party will be much worse without wine.”

"Boss, let's not be so sure of ourselves yet?" The short man who had gone to the village with her to steal the contract looked around and whispered, "We're not even sure we'll win yet. Talking about the banquet now... what if..."

"Huh? What are you saying, kid!" Leo was furious. "We're sure to win. With Red Center on the team, how could we possibly..."

As she raised her voice, she lost her grip on the box, and it was about to slip from her hands.

"Snapped!"

"Be careful." A hand suddenly reached out from the side and caught Leo's toes before he hit them.

“Miss Assistant?” Leo looked at her with some surprise.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Tito asked with a smile.

"N-nothing...it's just..." Leo looked at her arm with some curiosity, "I didn't know you were so strong. This box is quite heavy."

"Huh? Oh, really..." Zhang Titu's smile froze on his face. He quickly switched to supporting the bottom of the wooden box with both hands and explained, "Well, actually, there are a lot of heavy equipment in the laboratory. If you don't have some strength, you can't even move them."

……

Unable to resist Leo's persistent pleading, Logan finally relented, allowing her and her small team to handle only logistical matters. An army marches on its stomach; ensuring the soldiers are well-fed and their morale is high is crucial. Especially if the war drags on, a protracted conflict must be considered.

Right now, almost everyone in Numa Town who can handle a gun has gone to the front lines.

Indeed, some logistics personnel are needed to take charge of this extremely important link—all kinds of grains need to be allocated from Numa Town, transported from the mountain roads, and then cooked into edible meals at the temporary camp on the ranch.

To make this process run smoothly, a lot of manpower was needed, and the remaining elderly, weak, women and children in Numa Town also participated.

Leo and his group of kids were responsible for counting and unloading the food after it was delivered. It may seem insignificant, but from a macro perspective, it can be considered a meritorious deed.

……

"What's life like in the lab?" Leo couldn't help but ask. To her, this tall girl seemed to come from another world. "Is there a salary?"

“There is a little, but, how should I put it… it’s better than nothing.” When talking about his salary, Zhang Tito couldn’t help but sigh and laugh self-deprecatingly. “You might not believe it, but my employer is a penniless man. Sometimes, he even asks me to help him raise investments, which means I have to meet those rich but foolish people… I probably succeed about once in ten times?”

“I take the investment back with me to fund his experiments and research, and then he gives me a small portion of it… Doesn’t that sound really strange?”

"In the end, no one even knows who is paying whom."

Chapter 383: Don't forget, we all had the most beautiful initial intentions.

"And what about you, little girl?" Zhang Tito blinked and asked with a smile, "You have a bright future ahead of you, what are your plans? To inherit your father's tavern and, like him, be a tavern owner here for the rest of your life?"

"Why bring this up? It's not even certain yet. I heard from others that the Thunder Fury Gang is similar to us, and they have some really powerful weapons, like cannons or something." Once they were in a secluded spot, Leo seemed a bit dejected, no longer as confident as before. "What if..."

“There’s no such thing as ‘what if’.” Zhang Tito’s tone was very confident, as if it were an axiom that one plus one equals two, self-evident. “With him here, you can’t possibly lose. His physical abilities and reflexes are already generally ahead of the weapons of this era.”

"What are your plans after you win?"

"..." Leo's expression was conflicted. She clearly had an idea, but it was far removed from her reality. She knew that it was mostly just a thought, and if she were to actually put it into practice, she would definitely encounter resistance from all sides.

"Don't even mention it, Logan won't agree."

"Do you want to join the Red Center Gang?" Zhang Tito asked with a smile.

"?!" Leo looked up in shock. "Did your lab invent some kind of mind-reading device?"

"What are you thinking about? Not yet." The assistant covered her mouth slightly and chuckled softly, "It's written all over your face."

"I also want to be like Hong Zhong, using my own strength to eliminate evil and promote good, to help the weak and punish the strong... I will never take money from the poor. If I'm going to take money, I'll take money from those rich bastards! Anyway, their money is all squeezed from poor commoners, they deserve it!"

Leo became increasingly excited as he spoke, even making a punching and kicking gesture. No matter how much she denied it, she was still a child who grew up in Numa Town, the stronghold of the Thunder Fury Gang. She was inevitably influenced by this corrupting influence. To remember to help the weak and oppressed, and not to rob the common people and the poor, was already considered quite moral.

But soon her expression fell again, and she muttered, "But Logan doesn't want to. He just wants me to stay by his side. He'd even write a report if I sneezed."

“Your adoptive father? I can tell he’s a very wise man, extremely wise,” Zhang Tito exclaimed. “In a complex place like Numa Town, he can keep all the factions in check and roughly meet everyone’s needs. That’s not something an ordinary person can do.”

"You should be grateful to have such a good father."

“Logan?” Leo recalled Logan from his memory: unshaven, muscular, always standing behind the bar, calmly watching everything that happened in the bar, as if he regarded this pub as his precious lifeline.

Such an image does not seem to have much to do with the word "intelligent".

“You want to be a big shot, right? You think joining the Red Center Gang will help you achieve that.”

"The Thunder Fury Gang was once incredibly powerful. They built everything from scratch," Zhang Tito said expressionlessly. "Look at them now, what a fate they've suffered."

“How can they be the same?” Leo retorted righteously. “The Zolael family is a bunch of greedy parasites! They only know how to take, but they never think about us. But the Red Center gang is different; they are all good people!”

"A good person?" Zhang Tito murmured. "Maybe..."

"But let's not forget that we all had good intentions at the beginning."

For a young girl, the meaning of those words was a bit too frightening. Leo felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and stood there stunned, not knowing how to respond. She looked at Zhang Tito's back, so close, yet like a silhouette in a painting, elusive and intangible.

"Then...and what about you? You plan to stay in Dover Valley and be his assistant..."

"Shh!"

Zhang Tito suddenly stopped and made a shushing gesture. This single action brought her back to reality, and she subconsciously reached for the dagger at her waist.

"Is there an enemy?"

“No, it shouldn’t be…” Zhang Tito put the things in his hand aside, walked quickly, and pushed open the wooden door.

Because of the large number of people going to the front lines, they had to use large pots for cooking, which simply couldn't fit inside the house. Fortunately, there was enough open space on the outskirts of the ranch to accommodate all those pots. And now, the women responsible for cooking were screaming and fleeing.

"What's wrong?" Leo grabbed one of the men's arms and asked, "What happened?"

"Quick! Run! Don't go near there, there's..." Before she could finish speaking, she was completely gripped by fear, broke free from Leo's hand, and ran away without looking back.

……

Outside, on the vast grassland, herds of cattle and sheep graze in the distance. All that accompanies them here is the biting wind and the rising smoke from their chimneys.

A figure.

He knelt on the ground, burying almost half his head in the pot, and devoured the stew.

Although he was eating human food, Leo felt that the word "eating" would be a more appropriate way to describe him.

Because he was "eating," he abandoned civilization and the use of knives and forks, directly reaching into the boiling pot with both hands to grab the still-boiling stew and swallowing it down in large mouthfuls.

Wild animals fear fire and scorching heat. But he seemed completely oblivious to the heat, mechanically repeating the process of swallowing his food and letting it transform into energy in his stomach.

"Oh my god, I didn't bring a gun..."

Perhaps it was these words that elicited a reaction from him, and he finally raised his head slightly.

In the sweltering heat, Leo recognized the face.

"Mr. Hongzhong?" Her mind went blank. "How did you get here? No... are you alright? How did this happen?"

……

He slowly stood up, without saying a word, just staring blankly at Zhang Tito.

"Snapped!"

He threw the stew he was holding onto the ground, and his lips and teeth, stained with the broth, suddenly clenched tightly, as if he wanted to bite something in half.

In an instant, he was ready for battle, crouching low, back arched, arms outstretched, hair standing on end! A threatening growl erupted from his chest, the posture of a large carnivore hunting.

“This is bad.” Zhang Tito frowned slightly. “...He thinks I’m a threat.”

"Huh?" Leo was completely bewildered. After this series of shocks, the girl's mind was starting to sluggish, spinning like a top. "Then, what do we do now? Should I go call someone?"

"No! Absolutely not! Don't tell anyone, don't let anyone know, and don't let anyone get close. I'll handle it."

Zhang Tito stretched his neck, making a cracking sound like popping beans, and casually tore off his shirt.

Even at this point, her expression remained calm, showing no sign of impending defeat.

"Get away from here, the farther the better."

Chapter 384: This is a human, I'll eat it!

A somewhat unfamiliar ceiling hung overhead, and a cool breeze blew, causing a dull, throbbing pain in the back of my head.

This feeling was unfamiliar, but it seemed that a long, long time ago, when he was still young... he had experienced it once before, and after that, Zhang Renfeng was never troubled by illness again, not even once.

Looking back now, was it really just a cold from being exposed to wind and cold?

His head was throbbing. He tried to sit up, but his whole body ached and he felt weak. In the past, his body would have been full of energy at all times. This feeling of weakness made him extremely uneasy and made him very difficult to adapt to.

The girl's voice came from near and far, her tone impatient, constantly complaining.

"Huh?! Are you kidding me, boss? I'd eat that person if I wanted to! I have 67% coverage, and I'm still struggling! I got punched away by him, can you believe it?"

"I don't want to say any more. Let whoever wants to take this lousy order take it from now on. Every day, I keep running into this kind of thing. He blew one of my eyeballs out! This is the newest one on the market, he has to reimburse me."

"Damn it, what do you mean by 'going through procedures'? Go to hell! When I paid for it myself, nobody went through any procedures for me! Transfer the money to me right now! Immediately, or else..."

……