Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Ah...you probably won't believe me, I don't know either." Igor shook his head with a smile. "Maybe, I have a guardian angel or something."

“Then you should leave even faster.” Laro didn’t delve into the joke, but just said with a smile, “You shouldn’t waste the second life that people have given you here.”

“At this point, is it really necessary to leave a will?” Igor’s gaze shifted to the letter in Laro’s hand. “At the center of the detonation, you will be blown to bits, let alone this thin piece of paper.”

“This isn’t a suicide note; it’s what Byron left for me.” He generously handed over the letter, treating Ego like family, and said with a smile, “I returned to this cellar as soon as the battle began. About fifteen minutes later, he arrived here, carrying large and small bags, and we bumped into each other.”

"I don't know what he was thinking, but he left this thing to me."

"Byron?" Igor didn't have a good impression of that name either. While the Zolael family was indeed ruthless, many of their selfish and harmful decisions didn't actually come from Hector. It was just that because he was the head of the family, he took all the blame.

This strategist hiding behind the Thunder Fury Gang wasn't exactly a saint either. But at least, compared to the headstrong and somewhat dim-witted Hector, he was more pragmatic. He saw early on that the battle was hopeless, but instead of revealing it, he secretly ran away when the battle began.

“Yes, by now…” Laro took out his pocket watch, checked the time by the firelight, and said casually, “They’ve probably crossed the border and are in Mexico by now.”

Igor carefully examined the notes on the paper, which recorded in great detail the Zolael family's income and expenses, as well as the location of cash flow in recent years.

Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone a shrewd old man like Byron. He dispersed the entire family's funds and stored them in several different places.

It's hard to imagine what he was feeling when he handed that piece of paper to Laro.

"Those old bastards!!"

Igor stared at the shocking figures on the letter, gasped, his hands trembling slightly, and angrily exclaimed, "So much money, enough to last a lifetime, yet they keep relentlessly taking from the poor, scraping wealth from their very bones!"

What's the point of you saying all this?

Laro shrugged, snapped his pocket watch shut, and said leisurely, "The Thunder Gang is gone, the Red Center Gang has come, isn't it all the same? Do you really think that after the Red Center takes over this territory from us, those poor people won't have to depend on others for their livelihood? Brother, when did you become so naive?"

Ultimately, all people are the same; they are born needing a ruler.

"From small villages to large countries, it's all the same. Those fools at the top have simply sold themselves from one master to another."

"The once-powerful Zolael family, rather than accepting this lukewarm ending with only superficial changes, would rather... let it all end gloriously in light and fire!"

……

This time, Igor did not refute him, but looked at his brother seriously and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, the topic began to veer off in an unexpected direction, as if it were a horse running free.

"Hey bro, do you remember Olga?"

“Ah, that big guy…” Laro chuckled, continuing the conversation, “was he Byron’s… which son was he again?”

"The sixth one, it's said he slept with a milkmaid on the ranch, and didn't cry or fuss when he was born. He was five years old and still couldn't speak. Later we found out he was mentally challenged, except for his large physique." Igor laughed self-deprecatingly. "Looking at it this way, there really is something wrong with our family genes. How come the probability of producing defective offspring is so high?"

“I remember that silly boy.” Laro shook his head with a smile. “He drowned in his own bathhouse a few years ago, without any ceremony or funeral, as if he had never been there. Byron probably couldn’t stand his existence any longer.”

"'Blood is thicker than water,' ah..."

“I’ve been keeping an eye on him.” Igor suddenly changed the subject. “Why? Well… dude, don’t you think he’s practically a reversed version of me?”

"A healthy, strong body, and almost zero sanity?" Laro said in a deep voice.

“At first, I didn’t think he was mentally challenged. I thought… he was like a book, a book that was always open, only the words on it were incomprehensible to us. I was full of curiosity about him, and I wanted to understand this book. So, for a while, I followed him almost every step of the way.”

Laro fell silent, no longer interrupting, and simply looked intently at Igor—his twin brother.

As he continued his narration, his speech became faster and faster, and his eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"He didn't chase me away, nor did he speak to me. He just went about his business: every morning, he would go to the pasture, the plantation... anywhere there were ants. He would spend the whole day watching where the ants came from and where they went, just watching and watching, and then..."

"At the moment when the sun sank below the horizon and dusk fell, he suddenly changed his temperament, lit a match, and burned all the ants he saw to death."

"'Burn them!' he screamed, his eyes gleaming with excitement and fanaticism, 'Burn them!'"

"Once, he almost set the plantation on fire, and he was severely punished. Everything that could be set on fire was confiscated. But every evening, he would still do his best to find ants and stomp them to death... still shouting 'Burn them! Burn them!'"

"I asked him who he wanted to burn alive. I asked him once, but he wouldn't tell me; I asked him twice, but he still wouldn't tell me... Finally, one time, he mysteriously lowered his voice and told me..."

"May their deaths bring about the greater good."

"I got the answer, but I couldn't sleep. My dreams were filled with swarms of ants."

"A thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand... Countless ants gathered into an ocean before my eyes, living their lives methodically according to their original paths. But as dusk fell, they suddenly threw themselves into the sea of ​​fire, crackling and popping as they burned. Watching the ants in the fire, I couldn't help but shed tears."

"Brother, why do you think Alden did that?"

"has no meaning?"

Chapter 398: Fearless of Death

“I had no idea, brother, that you were such a pessimistic person.” Laro’s expression was somewhat heavy. He looked up and glanced at the sky. The various sounds had stopped. He then took out his pocket watch and checked the time. “What a pity. It’s about time. They should have broken in by now.”

"So it seems I've never understood Alden, nor have I understood you. I've lived my whole life for myself." He took a match from his pocket, grinned, and revealed a somewhat eerie smile. "Perhaps I'll understand him soon, but you... you'll have to wait until the next life."

"Sorry, bro."

“…Me too.” Ego took out his dagger and, after telling the story, seemed to have cleared away the last trace of distraction in his mind.

Without any hindrance, he gently pulled the metal ring. The dagger's launch speed appeared several times slower to him; he watched as his weapon traced a perfectly straight line through the air…

"laugh!"

The unexpected blow pierced Laro's chest, causing the match to fall to the ground.

"..."

Laro froze, a sudden pain seemingly pulling his almost out-of-body thoughts back to the cramped basement. He lowered his head, looking at the blade that had pierced his chest and the spreading bloodstains, as if he couldn't accept that it was real.

"Ha, ha...cough..." After a long while, he actually coughed up blood while laughing, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. "Yes, that's right, brother. Blood relatives killing each other, ending in this way, might...not be so bad..."

"bring it on---!!"

In a final burst of energy, Laro's eyes widened, and he unleashed incredible power, lunging at Igor.

----

"Theon, come with me." After breaking down the door, Zhang Renfeng immediately made arrangements for personnel assignments. After quickly clearing out the enemies in front, he said, "Xiaomei, follow Mike. Alana, you just follow Calaway. You two are responsible for searching the first floor. Angel Eye and Chief, you two are in a group and are responsible for searching the second floor. Theon and I will search the third floor."

“If anyone fires at you, kill them without hesitation. But if you find Hector, try to keep him alive. In case we can’t find Igor later, we’ll have to get information out of him.”

……

The brightly lit mansion, as large as a maze, was hard to imagine, being built solely for Hector. To the people of Numa Town, it was like a palace, a place they could only dream of.

The ceiling soared high, and the chandeliers cascaded down like a silver river, shimmering with a warm light. Even the stair railings were exquisitely crafted, displaying refined taste. On the walls were inlaid portraits of Hector himself, so ornate that they almost seemed unlike him.

The flooring here is made of high-quality oak, meticulously polished to a mirror-like smoothness. Even walking barefoot on it, you can feel the warm, woody fragrance.

The flickering fire cast a warm glow, and even just passing through a few rooms, Zhang Renfeng had already spotted several pieces of valuable jewelry.

"Are you worried that I'll lose control?" Theon suddenly asked after pushing open a door and finding nothing in the luxurious room once again.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Renfeng asked calmly.

"If you hadn't been watching, I might have killed Igor. Is that what you think?"

“How could that be?” Hearing his words, Zhang Renfeng shook his head with a smile. “If that were the case, you could have chosen not to come when you heard he had been arrested. Since you came to rescue him, it means that you don’t consider him a member of the Thunder Fury Gang… At least, deep down, you acknowledge him as your comrade.”

"However, to be honest, I am a little worried. What do you plan to do after you've finished your revenge?"

"Isn't it too early to consider this now?" Theon said coldly. "Hector is still alive. In my experience, there are always secret passages dug inside or underground in houses like this. If he chooses to escape, to Mexico, I..."

"I assure you, no matter what, I will not let him live to see the sunrise tomorrow," Zhang Renfeng said solemnly. "The question is, what then?"

"We often overestimate the power of revenge."

"..." Theon imagined what he would be like after wiping out the Zolael family completely.

Relieved?

A sigh of relief?

Or perhaps... a feeling of endless emptiness?

Originally, he was prepared to dedicate his entire life to revenge, but now, in just about two months, he's almost there. With so much extra time, how to fill this void will be a huge challenge.

"I……"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Renfeng's expression suddenly changed. Before he could even warn him, he slapped Xi En and pushed him away.

"Thump—!!"

The next moment, as if a bull had burst from its den, the wall beside him was smashed apart by tremendous force, and a tall figure strode out from within. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, he seized his shoulders!

"?!"

Zhang Renfeng's pupils dilated slightly. He tried to break free by twisting his shoulders, but failed. The opponent's finger strength was far greater than he had imagined. The ten fingers were like cast iron, gripping his shoulders tightly and pressing down with his entire weight, like an angry bull trying to pierce his body with its horns.

"Good, good finger strength!"

When Zhang Renfeng encountered truly capable people, he never hesitated to praise them. However, after the praise, the jovial banter usually ceased. What was about to come was a fierce offensive, like a sudden storm!

"Boom!"

A powerful knee strike landed squarely on Bill's diaphragm.

At the same time, he spread his palms out and attacked from both sides, striking Bill's ears with a sharp whooshing sound.

"Woo..."

However, to Zhang Renfeng's surprise, even with simultaneous attacks on his vital points, Bill managed to endure the dual torment of suffocation and tinnitus. He gritted his teeth, bent his legs, and instead of retreating, advanced, changing his grip to a grappling hook, and actually lifted Zhang Renfeng up in a sudden motion.

"What the hell!"

Theon wanted to fire, but he suddenly remembered that the revolver was loaded with high-explosive rounds. Firing at this distance would probably set both of them on fire, so he had to hastily reload.

Just as the bullet recoiled and advanced, Bill let out a hoarse roar and charged toward the railing like a leaping antelope!

"Bang!"

The railing was smashed.

The two clung to each other, plummeting together from the third floor. Their hoarse, abnormal roars echoed in the air, sounding rather tragic.

----

"Boom-!!"

With a dull thud, the two men fell to the ground simultaneously, like iron balls thrown by Aristotle, creating a solid crater in the hard marble floor.

……

"Ugh...cough cough..."

The bright lights gradually became hazy and ever-changing in Bill's eyes, like a scene seen through a kaleidoscope.

He swallowed a mouthful of sweet blood, and in his vacant gaze, he saw with his own eyes... the man who had fallen from the same height as him dusted himself off and, quite simply, stood up from the ground.

"It's so high." Zhang Renfeng looked up at the gap in the third-floor railing. After a while, he slowly said, "You've been wanting to die for a long time, haven't you?"

"Heh... As expected of Red Center... just like that guy, a monster." Bill, lying in a pool of blood, gave a strange smile and whispered, "Finally dying at your hands, maybe it's not so bad..."

……

"Bill?" Mike rushed over at the sound, looking at the figure lying on the ground, somewhat uncertain. "Is it you?"

Chapter 399: The Death of the White Horse

"You know them?" Zhang Renfeng raised an eyebrow.

“Not really, this guy is ‘Villain Bill,’ the leader of the Bill Gang! Twenty years ago, like the Jack Gang, they were both notorious gangs…” Mike’s tone was one of shock. “How did you end up here? Working for these guys? What about your Bill Gang?”

"And what's wrong with your voice?"

"Wait a minute, villain Bill, I feel like I've heard that somewhere before... Ah!"

Suddenly, Zhang Renfeng had a flash of inspiration and pulled out a "side quest" he had received from Barbara a long time ago from deep inside his bag.

It was supposed to be a long time ago, but it was actually only a little over a month ago. It's just that my schedule was so packed during that time, with killing this person or doing that person. Bringing up this incident again feels like it happened in a past life.

Barbara wanted to write a novel about gunmen, but was struggling to find material. She gave herself a list of legendary gunmen, which she only glanced at briefly before putting it away. Upon reviewing it later, she was shocked to find Bill the villain's name on the list, right at the very top!

By a twist of fate, he ended up encountering this series of legendary gunmen under these circumstances!

But upon closer inspection, Bill wasn't even wearing a belt, let alone a gun. The way he had attacked him was through the most primitive form of hand-to-hand combat. Judging from Mike's utterly astonished tone, it was clear that Bill had completely abandoned his past gang life and become a different person.

Moreover, his actions just now... there's really no other explanation besides wanting to die.

“Ha, you’re really out of the loop, Elan. Bill’s gang… cough cough…” Bill’s eyes flickered as he mentioned the gang from the past. In a fleeting moment of lucidity, his emotions stirred, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “It’s long gone.”

"Gone?"