Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"A life for a life! They killed an unprecedentedly good person!"

"We can't let them go like this!"

……

"Damn yellow barbarians!"

An extremely agitated young man, his face flushed, broke through the crowd, grabbed Zhang Renfeng by the collar, and angrily questioned, "Just for such a ridiculous reason... you killed him?!"

"Do you know that everything in this town is thanks to him! Money, roads, respectable status, and jobs! Without him, without the inn, what are we supposed to do?! Go back to the days of scavenging for garbage?"

"Murderer, you murderer!"

……

"So you do know I'm a murderer." Zhang Renfeng said expressionlessly, pulling out his Volcano Pistol and pressing it against his head. "Then perhaps you should be more careful when you speak."

"boom!"

He was exhausted after a long night and didn't want to reason with them anymore. Besides, trying to reason with these people would only make him more and more irritable.

Physics is still a bit more practical.

Chapter 461: The Choice

The moment the gunshot rang out, the entire stadium fell silent.

Actually, firing a shot into the air could have a similar effect, but looking at that righteous face, Zhang Renfeng felt extremely annoyed.

The most ruthless a person can be is when they believe they are "righteous"—a person immersed in this state can harm others without any scruples. This condescending sense of justice is more addictive than anything else; perhaps they believe that with so many people present, they would never dare to shoot at him?

He glanced at the dense crowd, then said nothing more. He had already conveyed his message through bullets, with exceptionally good results. As soon as he turned around, the people who had just blocked the area parted to make way for him.

Zhang Renfeng was too lazy to say anything more and prepared to leave this disgusting place.

……

"Woo——"

A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Someone blew into an empty glass bottle, producing an unsettling, low sound. In nature, it's difficult to find anything resembling glass, making it almost impossible to associate the sound with anything naturally occurring. It sounded like a giant cat sharpening its claws on a rock.

Zhang Renfeng stopped and turned around in surprise.

If there's one, there will be a second and a third.

They slowly emerged from the crowd and surrounded the young man who had been shot in the head. They took out empty glass bottles from their pockets or belts. They were clearly polished; the bottles were so shiny they could be used as mirrors. They then began blowing air into the bottles, some with long openings and others with short ones.

These people didn't agree on this beforehand, but they all did it at the same time.

Even more coincidentally, they all carried an empty glass bottle. When they blew into it, the unsettling melody instantly enveloped the area once more. This act, like some kind of peculiar virus, spread among the crowd. People's faces were filled with fearless expressions, as if they were martyrs continuing to uphold doctrine even after the fall of a god.

In a daze, the edge of that suffocating gray robe flashed before Zhang Renfeng's eyes again.

"boom!"

He broke the subdued murmur with the sound of a gunshot.

"It's my fault, I might not have explained it clearly just now, let's do it again."

Zhang Renfeng walked towards the crowd, meeting their hostile or confused gazes, and calmly said, "I am [Red Center]."

These words had the force of a bomb in the crowd. Many people's eyes cleared instantly, revealing expressions that said, "Sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you just now." After their change of expression, they immediately hid the bottle and stopped playing.

New Elizabeth isn't a large state, and the infamous "sandstorm" tragedy is still fresh in our minds. Add to that neighboring New Orleans, where tales of the Red Center occasionally drift in, and anyone with even a slight understanding of him immediately realizes—this guy never plays games.

Putting aside distant examples, is the kind of thing a normal person would do—let the wind blow sand?!

The second son of the prestigious Cheddar family was murdered and his remains hung on the church steeple. How were these people any better than Colin Cheddar?

Of course, most people still kept their empty bottles to themselves.

“Some people may have heard of me, while others may know nothing about me. Let me put it this way... When I kill someone, I always strive for a clean and efficient process. If I'm going to kill someone, I want them to disappear from the world completely, without leaving a trace.”

“For most people, killing their physical body would be enough. But in this land of outstanding people and resources, something seems to have gone wrong… Newman Rudinburg is dead, but his ‘spirit’ still lives in you, and that won’t do.”

He pulled two Volcano Pistols from his belt, letting them hang naturally, and his murderous, cold gaze swept over the onlookers.

In that instant, he was like the spokesperson for death.

"One minute." Zhang Renfeng didn't bother the two friends he'd met along the way. "Wolf, time me."

"Hmm." The wolf began to listen to his own heartbeat and count silently.

"I'll give you one minute. If you're willing to leave, then you're out of the picture." Zhang Renfeng pointed his gun at the young man lying on the ground with his head blown open, and said, "When the time is up, if he doesn't leave, that's what will happen to you."

"Everyone has one or two important moments in their life, and for you, that moment is now."

"Choose."

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"I'm sorry... I was so stupid. Back then, I was greedy for the benefits Newman offered us and didn't stand by your side. It's all my fault..."

As the girl's heartbeat slowed, Tao shook his head slightly, practically sentencing her to death.

He couldn't even tell if she was still conscious at this moment. But if there was anything he wanted to convey to her, this was the time he had now.

Mrs. Tuden knelt on the ground, holding her hand tightly, but if she didn't use force, the fair, delicate hand would soon slip from her grasp.

Overwhelmed by the series of shocks and grief, she was unable to cry anymore; she just felt a tightness in her throat.

Her eyes were sunken from the torment, and her hair was a mess. Holding her daughter's hand tightly, she murmured, "I couldn't resist that atmosphere, nor could I resist it. If there was even the slightest sign of trouble, everything we have now would vanish. Now that I think about it, to prevent outsiders from finding fault, I made a thirteen-year-old child make sacrifices... I am not a good mother!"

……

The room was silent as everyone left, leaving her with the space and dignity to say her final goodbye.

The somber atmosphere caused everyone to stop what they were doing, except for Vivian. She had already prepared the painter and paper, mixed the paints, and was painting something without any hindrance, as if she were completely independent of this world.

"Is there no other way?" Reed's tone was tinged with pity. "Aren't you a scientist? Can't you try to provide some first aid? I've heard someone mention some kind of oil before..."

“I’ve tried everything we could,” Tao said calmly. “Nitroglycerin does have a positive effect on bleeding heart failure. But it’s not a panacea. In the end, we don’t even know the real reason why Aurora is acting abnormally.”

“Isn’t it an emotional trigger?” Reed asked.

"It's just one possibility, and even if it is, it came a bit too suddenly... I've spent a few days with Assistant Number Two, and her stress tolerance threshold is very high. At least, she didn't succumb to the pressure and environment like her mother did, but instead tried to escape the environment that caused her harm and stress in her own way."

"I personally find it hard to believe that such a person could break down to the point of cardiac arrest in just a few minutes."

"Perhaps there are other factors that triggered her illness?"

……

Vivian remained seated, her face veiled in black, silently wielding her paintbrush without uttering a word.

Chapter 462: It's almost time

"It's almost time!"

A smile crept across Zhang Renfeng's face. He suddenly felt that this scene was inexplicably absurd. He had given these people time and opportunity to escape, yet so many of them stood there, blowing on their empty bottles. It was as if doing so could bring the dead back to life.

Ren squinted and drew his katana, intending to take a step forward, but Zhang Renfeng slightly raised his hand and stopped him.

He took a deep breath.

"So……"

"let's start."

"boom!"

Without hesitation, without further torment, a single shot to the head, a precise kill. He killed one person unremarkably, like stepping on a pest, and then immediately turned his gun to fire at the second person closest to him, then the third, the fourth…

These two Volcano pistols were custom-made by Istavo, and their magazine capacity was two rounds larger than that of a regular revolver. Dual-wielding the Volcano pistols meant a total of sixteen bullets, meaning he wouldn't need to stop until he killed the sixteenth person.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

As if on a spring outing, Zhang Renfeng slowly walked into the crowd, holding two pistols, and silently pulled the trigger.

Gunfire erupted one after another, and the sound of blowing out empty bottles was gradually drowned out by the gunfire. People began to be astonished by the speed at which he killed. There was no decent resistance whatsoever. The first volley of bullets quickly ran out, and sixteen corpses lay on the ground. In terms of visual impact alone, it was already extremely horrific.

Blood splattered on the empty bottles, some shattering into pieces, others rolling to the side, turning them into utterly worthless trash.

Zhang Renfeng began reloading; his satchel, which he carried with him, also contained a considerable amount of ammunition. Upon closer inspection, this was probably the first time he had used a pistol and bullets during the entire Dover incident. This comical contrast made him somewhat amused.

He had learned a little bit of basic hand-drawing skills from Zhu Kuilong, and in terms of finger dexterity, even changing bullets with one hand was no problem. These two Volcano pistols were old items he had used for a long time, and had long since become part of him. If he wanted, he could fill the cylinders with eight new bullets in a very short time.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he deliberately slowed down the pace, like a novice just starting out, loading the bullets in one by one.

"Click!"

Each bullet, when chambered, produces a slight, seamless friction sound.

What's more terrifying than being beheaded is the wait for it.

When parading through the market, there are always busybodies who love to join in the fun, shouting things like "Eighteen years later, you'll be a hero again!" The atmosphere is lively and can certainly embolden people. If someone can also shout out a few clever phrases, they can win even more cheers, which can give people the illusion that they have become some kind of hero, as if they are not going to be beheaded.

When they arrived at their destination, bound hand and foot, and forced to kneel, the executioner spat a mouthful of wine onto his blade. Suddenly, silence fell, and everyone stared intently at the scene. At that moment, their hearts leaped into their throats, for they were acutely aware that a blade was about to be plunged into their necks.

Similarly, after seeing the corpses on the ground and then watching Zhang Renfeng slowly reload, the remaining people will soon realize one thing—by the time he finishes reloading, there will be at least sixteen more people. Who can guarantee that I won't be among them?

The fear of uncertainty awakened their instincts as "human beings," and one of them couldn't take it anymore and threw the bottle on the ground.

"Bang!"

The empty bottle was smashed to pieces.

Once the first person took the lead, others who didn't want to die would naturally follow suit. So, empty bottles were thrown on the ground one after another, shattering into pieces. Later, it even turned into a competition of strength, as if everyone was afraid that they hadn't smashed it hard enough, or that their determination wasn't strong enough.

Zhang Renfeng didn't make things difficult for them. He glanced at them, casually waved his gun, and signaled that they could leave. They all looked relieved. Some of them were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they helped each other as they hurriedly fled the place.

Those who were going to leave had mostly left. Zhang Renfeng stopped dawdling, quickly reloaded the remaining bullets, and asked slowly, "Before I begin, is there anyone else who wants to leave?"

……

"Any more?"

A tense young man tentatively took a step with his left foot, but when Zhang Renfeng's gaze followed him, he froze in place, too scared to even breathe.

“The bottle.” Zhang Renfeng pointed the gun at the empty bottle in his hand.

"Ah!" He then realized that he was still tightly clutching the empty glass bottle in his hand. Embarrassingly, because he was so nervous, his hand had involuntarily clenched into a fist, as if glued to the bottle, and he wouldn't let go. He was so anxious that his face turned red, and he quickly shook his head, his expression filled with fear.

"boom!"

Zhang Renfeng shattered the bottle in his hand with a single shot, sighed, and said, "Let's go. Don't push yourself to the limit next time."

……

"So, the rest of the people..."

"On the road to the underworld, you can keep each other company."

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"God... God... If you truly exist, please let my daughter come back, she is my everything!"

In the dimly lit room, Mrs. Tuden clasped her hands together, almost twisting them together, and pleaded in a low voice, "Let's leave here, let's leave this town."

“It doesn’t matter where we go, even if we have to start from scratch, it doesn’t matter. I can go and serve dishes, pour drinks, sweep floors… Let’s go together, as far away from this awful place that hurt you as possible! We don’t have to care about Newman Rutenberg anymore, and we don’t have to depend on him or live at his beck and call anymore!”

"I swear, as long as you give my daughter back to me..."

"I'll do anything you want..."

……

"Almost done." Vivian left the final stroke on the drawing paper, clearly very satisfied with her work, and said softly, "That's it."

……

Her slender fingers twitched slightly.

"?!" Mrs. Tuden, who had been holding Aurora's right hand tightly, sat up straight with a snap and opened her eyes as wide as possible.