Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

The strange, long-handled weapon swept across the horse's back and randomly struck a "lucky" teammate, smashing his body to pieces as easily as slapping tofu! This kind of restricted scene, even if thrown into a movie a hundred years later, would at least be rated R, let alone witnessing it firsthand without any artistic embellishment.

If this were a strategy war game, you would see that after this slash was thrown, the morale of the sheriff's side plummeted at a visible speed.

The young sheriffs around him had grown accustomed to the company's arrogance over the years. They were only skilled at bullying ordinary people; they'd never seen anything like this before. Instantly, they turned pale with fright, and several turned to flee.

“Damn it…” Gregor rubbed his bruised face and muttered through gritted teeth.

Something is wrong.

Generally speaking, when you're on the battlefield, there are only three ways to get your subordinates to be truly loyal and willing to risk their lives for you.

The first method is to exploit people's common greed by promising military merits and offering benefits.

The second method involves exploiting people's fears, using things they care about to control them, such as their parents, children, or even their own lives. The purpose of the supervisory teams is to achieve this effect: to flee means death, to fight means survival—this must be firmly instilled in the soldiers' instincts.

The third type relies on the leader's strong personal charisma to make them willingly fight for a certain person, a certain purpose, or a certain belief, without fear of sacrifice.

Gregor was just a sheriff; he didn't have that much personal charisma.

Before this, the company had always followed the first approach. You risk your life for me, I'll pay you. With money to be made, even the dirtiest jobs would be sought after. But this approach had huge hidden dangers. The soldiers under its command would weigh the pros and cons, and once they felt that the mission was too risky, they would become cowardly and afraid of death.

A person dies before they've spent all their money—there's nothing more tragic than that.

Gregor had no other choice; the current situation did not allow him any hesitation, so he immediately switched to the second mode.

"boom!"

Without hesitation, he drew his gun and shot a sheriff who was trying to escape, shouting angrily, "The company has been supporting you all for so long, just for this day! Anyone who dares to run away will be executed!"

"No matter how strong the enemy is, he's still just a mortal human being. One bullet and he's dead! Hoist him with all your bullets..."

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"Boom————!!!"

A loud bang came from ahead, interrupting his speech.

Zhang Renfeng raised his entire right leg and delivered a powerful heel strike, cleaving the stone pavement in two! Spiderweb-like cracks spread out, and amidst the utter shock of his enemies and allies, he bent down, his ten fingers as strong as cast iron, and forcefully held a split boulder in place, raising it to above his shoulder!

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart in a T-shape, lower your waist slightly, and concentrate your strength in your right arm...

Throw it out suddenly!

The boulder fell like a meteor, smashing a gap in their defensive line with a deafening roar.

Amidst screams, several sheriffs standing in the front row were sent flying out in all directions, like broken rag dolls.

It passed through the crowd and fell to the ground with a "thud," barely recognizable as human.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Upon seeing this, the sheriff in the back row screamed in fright. At this moment, the already unstable team was completely destroyed by Zhang Renfeng alone.

Chapter 505: Revenge for wrongs, avenge grievances for injustices

"So, you, Red Center, plus a Tall Tree Witcher, and a girl who can break the sound barrier with her bare hands... together, you took down a monster that was parasitized by mushrooms and stitched together with various animal limbs, is that right?"

……

Even someone as intelligent as Igor couldn't help but frown at this point. He couldn't help but think that Red Center was truly something else; no wonder Igor's expression was so subtle when he mentioned I was vacationing in Dover Valley. Goodness, the things that happened on this vacation were almost completely different from what he was experiencing here.

With the connection to the Red Central Gang, the cotton deal was naturally settled quickly.

Ren's men manage a merchant ship called the "War Ghost." He considers this small amount of cotton insignificant and can easily sell it off on the next voyage. As Igor predicted, the era of cotton trading is long gone, and even with the Red Center Gang's connections, Ren's offer wasn't particularly high.

The current European market has seen a significant reduction in demand for this crop, with greater interest in grains and cereals—things that can actually fill one's stomach.

However, looking at it from another perspective, it's already a blessing to find a buyer for something that's about to be phased out by the market; there's really no need to be too picky. Igor, unusually, didn't haggle; whatever the seller asked for, that's it. Cutting losses in time is the most important thing.

After the business was settled, they started talking about feelings. Come to think of it, Ren had secretly helped Yige once back in Rongma Town. At that time, Yige was locked in a room, and Ren took care of the guards in the corridor, allowing him to escape.

In the end, Igor managed to catch up with Laro, who was about to self-destruct, at the crucial moment, and thus completed the fateful ending of "the horse and the mule".

Upon learning that he and Zhang Renfeng met in Dover Hill, Igor couldn't help but become curious. He had initially thought that Zhang's trip was simply to find a scientific prodigy for the gang. Unexpectedly, the result was correct, and the process was surprisingly convoluted and bizarre. But looking at Ren's serious expression, he knew that this guy was definitely not lying—he just didn't look like someone who was good at lying.

"Wherever he goes, he can set things off and end up causing chaos and slaughter. In a way, that's a talent," Theon couldn't help but sigh. "Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if this guy is really the same species as us?"

"He has boundless energy and seemingly bottomless stamina. He can fight continuously at high intensity without feeling tired. That alone puts many people behind," Ren said in a deep voice. "You'll understand once you try it. Being teammates with someone like him is a very reassuring experience."

“I doubt I’ll ever have that kind of life.” Igor chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Especially after hearing your description, if I were to get involved in that kind of battle… something might just fly by, like a tree trunk or a rock, and smash me to pieces.”

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"Thump—!!"

A stone, about the size of a bowl, knocked down from the street and struck a fugitive squarely on the side of his neck. His body jerked violently, as if electrocuted, his limbs stiffened, and he fell to the ground in a forward-moving posture.

It wasn't that Zhang Renfeng liked being a primitive man throwing stones; his two volcano pistols were currently stored in a cabinet at the casino. Meteora had given him a revolver, but he found it completely unsuitable to use, and his accuracy was appalling, to the point where he basically had to shove the barrel into the opponent's mouth to hit accurately.

The Volcano Pistol may be old, but the feel of a weapon is a very subjective thing. It's not necessarily true that the newer it is, the better. As the saying goes, "old clothes are worse than new ones, but new people are worse than new ones." For Zhang Renfeng, the most suitable weapon is naturally the best.

If you don't have a gun, you can still kill someone using other methods.

He wielded a 72-kilogram broadsword, charging and weaving through the crowd as if it were empty. While everyone else was playing FPS games, he was playing a hack-and-slash game. Many were fooled by his movements; in reality, without heavy armor, he couldn't withstand even a single blow. A mere glancing blow would shatter his bones, killing him instantly.

Thus, amidst the widespread devastation, the Raiders of Lamoon naturally had ample room to maneuver.

What should have been a tense standoff turned into a wolf pack chasing a flock of sheep. In no time, the inexperienced sheriffs were torn in several places, and their panicked escapes resulted in them being caught up and defeated one by one.

……

"You all better behave yourselves!"

The defeat was swift and decisive; within minutes, the main battleground was essentially over.

The Raiders of Lamoine began cleaning up the battlefield, mainly seizing money, weapons, and ammunition from the corpses of the dead sheriffs.

Gregor had a bloody gash near his eye, and the corner of his eye was also bruised and swollen. During his escape, he was recognized by the other raiders, captured on the spot, but instead of killing him with a single shot, they grabbed his arm, forcibly restrained him, and dragged him away.

Having become a prisoner, he was naturally not going to be treated well, and he was mentally prepared for this. He gritted his teeth and looked at the extremely imposing figure in front of him.

Zhang Renfeng remained expressionless, his face devoid of any emotion, unchanged from just minutes before. The light shone on his profile, giving him an almost divinely compassionate air. Amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, this scene appeared remarkably artistic.

The only difference was that the blood-soaked greatsword stood there, exuding an even more terrifying crimson glow!

"Kneel down," Meteora said calmly.

“Ha… I am the police chief personally appointed by the Lagras City Government.” Knowing he was doomed, Gregor decided to go all out and sneered, “You bunch of thugs! Who do you think you are? Just wait until Detective Pinkerton arrives…”

"Thump—!!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Renfeng swung his broadsword and smashed his kneecap.

"what--!!"

Gregor screamed and knelt down instinctively.

The two henchmen were very perceptive; after he lost his strength and collapsed to the ground, they forcibly lifted him up and made him remain in a "kneeling" position.

Zhang Renfeng turned around and asked, "Was this the guy who arrested the families of the victims in the last mining accident, the one where your father was killed?"

"...Yes, that's him!"

Otto paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth in hatred and said in a deep voice, "I'll never forget this, even if I turn to ashes! We went to demand an explanation, and this group chased and beat us. Many innocent family members were also thrown into jail and beaten to death! This is the kind of thing these corporate dogs do!"

“That…that wasn’t…it ​​was Joffrey, it was Joffrey who gave the order!” After his leg was broken, Gregor was visibly much more docile. He shrugged and tried to defend himself, “I…I was just an executor, I need a lawyer…”

"Alright, then today, let's settle our scores and avenge our wrongs."

Zhang Renfeng ignored his nonsense, raised his voice, and waved his hand sharply at the crowd behind him, "Brothers, beat him to death!"

Chapter 506: Now I Understand

"what?"

Joffrey looked very dissatisfied, and his gaze toward Flush also turned disgusted, as if he was annoyed that Flush had made him lose face in front of the lady.

"Putting aside why such an absurd thing happened... why should I hide?"

He continued chewing on the food on his plate and retorted, "Where's the police station? Where's the sheriff? So much money is poured in every year, is it just for show? A bunch of lowly idiots causing trouble. If Greg can't even handle this, he doesn't need to stay in his position as sheriff."

"Damn it, a bunch of bastards, they actually dare to defy the company... It seems the last time we handled it was too lenient. We should hold a public execution, go back to the old method, and hang them one by one, to see who dares to be so blind again!"

Joffrey slammed his fist on the table, and the plate in front of him crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

“...Mr. Osborn”.

"what?"

"Have you ever experienced a battlefield?" Tonghua asked calmly.

"Ha, what? Are you going to bring up some 'military honor' stuff next?" Joffrey's tone was very sarcastic. He tapped his glass with his knife and spoke in a bossy tone, "Know your place. Our family paid you to do this job. When did it become your place to criticize your employer?"

"Quite the opposite. I don't believe in honor on the battlefield. The situation on the battlefield changes in an instant, and death is always lurking at your heels. There, there is no distinction between the rich and the poor, only the living... and the dead." Flush's voice grew colder. "Which one do you want to be, Mr. Osborne?"

"What did you say?!" Joffrey was furious and embarrassed, gritting his teeth. "How could I possibly..."

"They've already entered the market office and, most likely, have met with the mayor. With such a huge commotion, it's impossible to suppress it by bribing newspapers and reporters. In other words, before dawn, nearly half the people in the city will know the truth about the mining disaster in the Badr Mountains."

"And if I may be so bold, Mr. Osborne, your reputation in this city is not very good."

"Furthermore, some gamblers from outside have already sent back news that the situation at the front, as reported by the sheriff, is extremely dire, practically a complete rout. With the addition of the Lamon raiders, it's only a matter of time before the enemy reaches this point."

"?!"

All of the preceding was just setup; this sentence was the real reason that made Joffrey waver.

He leaned down to look, and the sounds coming from the first floor weren't much quieter than before, but the people's hands had stopped moving. In other words, their attention had shifted from simply playing cards to something else.

Some people looked up and cast complicated glances at him.

"These damned bastards..." Joffrey gritted his teeth in hatred, his expression so gloomy it could drip water.

Which is more important, face or life?

This isn't a difficult multiple-choice question.

“Fine, you send me away first, then gather the Poker Clan and kill all these rebellious bastards!” Joffrey glanced at Evelyn sitting opposite him and said coldly, “Since you despise me and my family so much, then there’s no need to say more. There are plenty of nobles in the South, and many more who are willing to climb into my bed. It’s not that I need you.”

"You'll just stay here and wait to be toyed with to death by the thugs who break down the door."

Even after being so rude, Evelyn's demeanor remained impeccable, and she showed no emotion whatsoever. With her usual aloofness, she said calmly, "Then I sincerely wish you a long life than mine, Mr. Osborne."

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"...As a result, those scoundrels who were in charge of the forework all ran away, leaving the poor miners in dire straits. After the mine collapsed, floodwaters rushed in, and over a hundred miners drowned!"

The gamblers at the next table described it vividly, saying that the number of people had doubled.

His information, of course, came from other gamblers, who in turn heard it from other gamblers… As the information was passed down through layers of gamblers, distortion was to be expected. If it were passed on to a few more people, the death toll could rise to over two hundred. The seasoned veteran Mike was well aware of this, and therefore, he didn't take the death toll too seriously.

Regardless, the mine blowout that caused the deaths of many people is certainly true.

"And then?" Calaway tossed him another chip. "Do you think those miners' families can fight their way into the city?"

"Hehe, of course not. You don't know... it seems the Ramon Raiders also took the opportunity to get involved. They've been unhappy with the company for a long time and wanted to pull off a big heist. Perfect, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

After accepting the chips, the gambler smiled innocently and continued, "I heard, just heard, that the leader of the Lamon Raiders is a yellow-skinned barbarian."

"Huh?" Xiaomei immediately caught the key word and showed an incredulous expression.

The leader of the Lamon raiders, whom they had just met this morning, was named Meteora. He was clearly a white man and looked quite young.

However, for the general public in the city, who knows what the organization's structure is?

"That's right, it's strange, isn't it? Nobody has ever seen him. But I've heard that he can turn a person into mincemeat with one punch, and crack stone paving stones with one kick. He also has a very strange weapon that kills anyone he hits. The sheriff was routed and is now heading this way."

"Oh~~~~"

Xiaomei and Alana both uttered the same exclamation.

Now I understand everything.

……

"Hey, you over there! Didn't you hear me?!" One of the poker players saw them whispering and quickly walked over to them, looking down at them and angrily shouting, "Discussing the mine is forbidden here. If you don't want to die, shut your mouths!"

Similar situations were occurring in every corner of the casino, with poker players running around, brandishing short sticks to warn others.

As for the reason, it goes without saying.

“This method is absolutely stupid…” Calaway laughed with extreme disdain. “Does your boss have no brains? Hasn’t he heard the saying, ‘The best way to spread a secret is to forbid it from being discussed’?”

“That’s none of my business. Mr. Joffrey pays my salary, not you.” The poker player drew his short stick from his waist, held it in his hand, and said in a sinister tone, “All I know is that if you utter another word from that filthy mouth of yours, I’ll be in big trouble.”