Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

“Dad took him out.” Bill seemed to want to make a gesture, but in the end, he didn’t. He just kept sneering and staring at Mike and Calaway. “But… he let me live.”

"Old Man?" This was the umpteenth time Zhang Renfeng had heard this name. No matter what, he couldn't ignore it. "Is this the place where Rancho used to stay? The 'Old Man' you're talking about is the name of the leader there?"

Bill stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "You guys really don't know anything?"

“Is there anything I need to know?” Mike asked in a deep voice.

"Heh...haha..."

Bill let out a long breath, relaxed, looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and said in a deep voice, "Dad, it's [Black Hand Land]."

"?!" Mike and Calaway's expressions froze completely in that instant.

"Twenty years ago, he wiped out your Jack Gang; thirteen years ago, he wiped out the Bill Gang. Any gang, no matter what stage it has developed, will appear once the big shots above determine that it poses a certain threat."

“You...you guys are much more high-profile than we were back then. I reckon it’s only a matter of time before you get caught.”

"However, cough! I have high hopes for you, Red Center... You might be able to do it. No, a monster like you definitely can..."

Bill strained to straighten his neck and gave Zhang Renfeng a meaningful smile.

"Go and turn this country upside down."

……

Death seems to sense the composure of someone facing death, and thus treats them with a gentler touch. After only a few breaths, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he soon breathed his last. At the moment of his death, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he were experiencing the relief of escaping hell.

“I don’t know exactly what happened, but for him, it might be a relief.” Mike sighed, closing his eyes slightly. “Rest in peace.”

"Jack's Gang?" Xiaomei was so taken aback by this sudden turn of events that she was speechless for a moment, then suddenly realized, "No wonder Mr. Mike was so surprised when I first mentioned that there was a treasure map of Jack's Gang, so that's why..."

"Let's talk about this in another setting. There's no point in saying this now." Zhang Renfeng was not affected by this little episode at all. He remained extremely calm and showed his leadership qualities. "Besides, Igor is also a member of our team."

"How could we leave out such an important matter? I was counting on his brilliant mind to analyze the situation for us."

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"Thump—!!"

Laro grabbed Igor's head and slammed it hard on the table, his eyes flashing with a maniacal smile.

This was the umpteenth time Igor had cursed God in his heart, but this time, there was no self-deprecation or self-mockery, only pure cursing.

In a normal person's body, there's no way they could lose to someone with a knife wound to the chest. But he was a dwarf, and Lalo was on the verge of death, his adrenaline surging. The two clashed, resulting in a near-death experience and a draw.

He tried to fight back, but his arm span was too short to reach his opponent, so he could only kick his knee.

It looks powerless and pathetic.

His vision began to blur, but Igor did not give in. Instead, he fumbled around on the table, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

"It's a pity we've come to this point... I stand by my will, and so do you. Only this method can determine whose will prevails!"

“To be honest, brother, I admire you. Your life has been like a long trial, but you did not give in. Instead, you used every means at your disposal to fight against this world.”

As he said this, Laro's hands did not loosen at all. His pupils dilated slightly, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he still clenched them tightly. "Truly remarkable, you are a genuine survivor!"

"And...you..."

Finally, Ego touched a cold, hard handle, gritted his teeth, and with all his might, said, "You are a cold-blooded, absurd... self-centered bastard, scum!"

"Thump—!!"

He gripped the hammer tightly on the table and, without holding back, swung it violently, smashing it into Laro's temple.

The hand that was gripping his throat suddenly released its grip.

In his final moments of lucidity, the last breath he mustered was shattered by that hammer blow. Laro staggered a couple of steps, seemingly trying to raise his hand to touch his forehead, but he had already lost even that strength.

Finally, he looked at Igor, who had broken free from his grip and was breathing heavily, and with a twitch of his facial muscles, he gave a smile.

He maintained a smile that was hard to describe as either relieved or eerie, and fell backward, his face tilted back.

Plop.

It fell onto boxes and boxes of explosives.

Chapter 400: Blood for Blood!

"...Mr. Igor? Mr. Igor! Are you alright?"

The familiar girl's voice abruptly pulled him out of his dizziness and tinnitus.

That blow seemed to drain all his strength, leaving his head buzzing. When he regained consciousness, Xiaomei was already half-squatting down, looking at him with great concern. Meanwhile, Mike was carefully examining Laro's body, seemingly trying to deduce everything that had just happened from the traces at the scene.

"Am I late?" After not seeing him for many days, Mike spoke to him in the same tone as always, with an indescribable calmness.

“No, we’ve come at the perfect time.” Igor shook his head. Although his mind was in turmoil, he forced himself to calm down as quickly as possible and quickly switched his identity. “How are things up there?”

"It's all taken care of. Eight of us charged in, and the rest were positioned nearby to intercept the fleeing gang members. Everything went smoothly... In any case, we managed to take down a tough nut to crack."

"And Hector, he was found too. He seemed to be hiding under a table in a room on the second floor. In the end, he couldn't escape the eyes of Angel Eye and the Chief."

Mike's tone was so calm that it was as if he hadn't gone up there to fight, but was merely an observer, describing everything that happened in the third person without any emotion: "After tonight, the Thunder Gang will probably become history."

“...Eight people?” Igor raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Ah, I see. After you were captured, we needed a new recruit. He’s a really peculiar guy, I don’t know how to describe him, let’s just call him a sniper,” Mike explained. “Anyway, he fought alongside us during this long-distance rescue and contributed a lot, so I guess he’s alright.”

“I see. It seems... quite a lot happened while I was away.” Igor took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and straightened his collar. “Well then, let’s go.”

"Wait a minute, Mr. Igor!" Xiaomei's expression was very conflicted. With her emotional intelligence, she naturally could tell that the two of them were intentionally avoiding certain topics. But as a flesh-and-blood "person," the scene before her made her feel like a thorn was stuck in her heart, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

"What should we do with this person? He's your family, right? Leaving him here like this... isn't that a bit..."

"Don't worry about him, little girl, trust me." Igor wiped his nose, looked at Laro lying on the pile of explosives one last time, and, like Laro, gave him a somewhat complicated smile. "This is where he truly belongs."

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"Let me go, you damned bastard! Let me go... Ah!"

"Boom!"

Theon had been itching to fight for a long time, and he had practiced this shot countless times in his dreams. Finally, he swung it at the perfect angle, smashing it hard into Hector's nose. That one blow twisted Hector's mouth and face, causing his face to tilt uncontrollably backward, and knocked out several teeth.

The once invincible "Emperor of the Three Horses" has now lost everything.

Even his own life was held in the palm of this incredibly powerful hand.

"I've heard so much about you, 'Fierce Horse'." Zhang Renfeng was considerate of the old man and waited for him to catch his breath before slowly speaking, "I have a question for you. There's a company called Roanok Fuel that dumped several boxes of slag into the river, you know about that, right?"

"Hmph... Haha... What, kid, do you want to be God?" Hector sneered, shrugging his shoulders, and retorted, "And what do you know?"

As if making one last desperate move, he raised his voice and shouted, "I'm the boss!"

Theon was about to give him another whack with the butt of his rifle, but Zhang Renfeng stopped him with a gesture. It was his habit—after spending so much manpower and effort to finally achieve victory, he wanted to hear the opponent's final cries of agony as part of the spoils of war.

"My job is to take care of the food, drink, and daily needs of over a thousand people the moment I open my eyes. Where does the money come from? Do you think US dollars will grow out of the ground if I do nothing? Go ask those who have worked for me. When have I, as their boss, ever mistreated my subordinates?"

"To put it bluntly, aren't you in charge of a gang too? You and I are no different; we're both people with blood on our hands. Stop pretending to be innocent!"

“Just wait and see,” Hector glared at him fiercely, shouting, “When you've taken over everything from the Thunder Fury Gang, and you have so many men under your command, see how much cleaner your hands will be than mine!”

“You seem to have misunderstood something, Hector.”

Zhang Renfeng calmly said, "Do you think I came here for money or territory? Do you think my Red Center Gang is just the next Thunder Fury Gang? Everything will remain the same, except for the change of gang, nothing will change, right?"

……

"Old Zhang, we found a few more, hidden in the closet. We asked them, and they all have the surname Zolael."

The chief pushed a man whose face was filled with terror in front of Zhang Renfeng. The man's legs went weak, his lips trembled, and he immediately knelt down.

Several other people were escorted here at gunpoint by Angel Eye. They were all trembling and could barely stand, supporting each other as they made their way here. They were of different ages, but upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to see the similarities in their facial features.

"I...I surrender, I surrender!" The man kneeling on the ground cried and pleaded repeatedly, "We shouldn't have opposed you, everything here is yours..."

Hector looked at his son, who was making a complete fool of himself, begging for his life, his mouth slightly open, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

He desperately wanted to yell at them on the spot, "Are you really my children? You can kneel to anyone but this man!" But somehow, his heart seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"What should we do?" the chief asked.

"..."

Zhang Renfeng remained expressionless. The next moment, he drew his Volcano Pistol and pressed it against the man's forehead, giving his answer through his actions.

"boom!"

Without mercy, without hesitation, without even pain, a single shot to the head.

The man fell silent instantly, knocked to the ground by the force of the bullet, his blood splattering across the floor.

"ah------!!!"

The old horse, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, finally let out a heart-wrenching scream and frantically rammed its head against the wall.

Angel Eyes also drew his gun, ready to carry out the executions one by one, but Zhang Renfeng gently stopped him, "No, don't interfere. Theon..."

"You come."

Theon's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded heavily to Zhang Renfeng. The moment he drew his gun, dopamine, serotonin, adrenaline... all sorts of hormones surged to their peak, and his hands trembled uncontrollably! Helpless, he had to take a few steps forward and press the barrel of the gun against their heads to make sure he wouldn't miss.

Looking closely at the Zoraels and their faces filled with terror and despair, Theon nearly ground his back teeth to powder.

"Leon... stay in heaven... and watch over your brother..."

He took a deep breath, "Brother will avenge you!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Five shots, five lives lost, all ended by his gun.

There was no one left to kill, yet Theon's expression remained unsettled for a long time.

Chapter 401: Sea of ​​Fire

"Bastard!!" Hector, staring at the corpses scattered on the ground, finally broke down completely. His eyes widened in fury as he roared, "You damned yellow barbarian bastard, you...you killed my son...my...ah!my grandson! I curse you, you yellow barbarian, I..."

"Boom!"

Zhang Renfeng suddenly turned around and threw a punch, slamming it into the wall next to Hector's head. The wall shattered instantly, like foam, revealing a spiderweb of cracks beneath his fist.

"Stop joking, old man." Zhang Renfeng no longer addressed him as "Fiery Steed" or "Hector," but stared directly at him and said, "In this world, are you the only one with family?"

"Your sons, grandsons, and their henchmen, under your banner, have caused countless families to be torn apart and destroyed. How much resentment, bitterness, and despair must those survivors of broken families feel when they look up at the behemoth that is the Zola El family, amidst their weeping... You have only just begun to experience one ten-thousandth of it."

Hector closed his eyes in agony, unable to speak, only letting out a pitiful wail.

“Your era has come to a complete end and will never return in any form,” Zhang Renfeng said in a deep voice. “I will make sure of this every single day from now on.”

With that, he grabbed Hector by the collar and forcibly dragged him out. Hector struggled frantically, but his strength was no different from that of a small animal in front of Zhang Renfeng.

He kicked open the bullet-riddled door, and the dry, cold air rushed into his throat, causing Hector to instinctively squint.

Moments later, he saw the already shattered battle lines and the corpses scattered all over the ground; it was a scene that could only be described as horrific.

Then he saw Igor standing in the middle of the enemy, saying something, and suddenly turning his cold gaze toward him.

"It's you...it's you! I knew it! It's you who's been pulling the strings behind the scenes all along!" Hector gritted his teeth in hatred, his expression twisted in rage. If the chief hadn't captured him, he would have pounced on him and torn him to pieces. "You've ruined your own family, you fool!"

"Quite the opposite, Father." This was one of the few times Igor didn't address him by his name, but instead frankly acknowledged this blood relationship he had always loathed. Perhaps everything had settled down, and some parts of his heart had been let go.

“I protected the family’s reputation and bloodline in my own way.”

“You are not my son…” Hector’s lips trembled, turning slightly blue. “I have no son who betrayed the family! Do you know where everything you’ve enjoyed… came from? Zolael! Zolael’s money, Zolael’s blood! Without the Zolael family, what are you? A dwarf who can’t do anything right!”

“…That’s not necessarily true,” Igor said with a smile. “Didn’t he tell you that I’m the cook for the Red Center Gang?”

"A cook?" Hector's expression went through three stages: shock, anger, and despair. His lips trembled as if he couldn't believe it at all. "Just to live this...servant's life, you..."

“Look, Father, this is the difference between us,” Igor said with a smile. “You see everyone as a servant—the cook, the gardener, the maid, the accountant. If you’re unhappy, you pick on these people. It’s as if you were born superior to everyone else.”

“But I’m different. Of course, it’s also your fault. You made me too ‘short’. I can never look down on people like you do.”

In the very end, Ego used his signature dwarf joke to deliver a fatal blow to Hector's morale. Hector, as if severely wounded, lowered his head and remained silent.