Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Chapter 188: Where are the paintings? I'm asking you, where are Monet's paintings?! (Still 59)

"Waaaaaah!!"

"Waaaaaah!!"

The whistle of the steam train sounded like heavenly music to Wendigo's ears at that moment. Even the previously unbearable bumps and jolts became incredibly comfortable.

The order to prohibit trains from passing was issued only temporarily, and the coal in the furnaces had not been completely cleared out, leaving them in a state where they were "ready to depart at any time."

In his haste, Wendigo didn't have time to figure out which track the train was going. After confirming that the furnace was burning well, he pulled the brake lever at the locomotive, waking the train from its slumber.

At the same time, the police station's sheriff was busy putting out the fire, and the noise drowned out everything else.

It wasn't until the train started sounding its horn that people realized something was wrong and tried to cross the fire to stop it, but they missed their chance. Several sheriffs who managed to catch up were shot by Wendigo after the train started moving.

After escaping, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his posture while leaning back in his seat became slightly more relaxed.

"It really was...an incredibly long day."

This wasn't the first time he'd left a town, and presumably, it wouldn't be the last. He didn't know where this train would ultimately go, but it was definitely as far away from White Torch Town as possible. If he hadn't reached the town by the time the coal was completely burned, it meant he'd have to survive in the wilderness for a considerable period. He knew White Torch Town's security all too well; if a case couldn't be solved for a while, it would naturally be delayed.

New Austin has many towns, some remote and not yet fully developed. For him, finding a place to hide his identity and start from scratch would not be difficult.

He took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, and by the moonlight, he began to plan what would happen next.

firearms.

ammunition.

Knives.

Of course, the most indispensable thing is also a brand new identity.

Unlike Jimmy, his method of acquiring other people's identities wasn't to create a new person out of thin air, but rather to find a way to kill a real person. Because a person created out of thin air will inevitably have flaws, while the experiences of a real person are tangible and no one would doubt them.

This person must have a certain social standing, be single, live alone, and have decent financial means. After killing him, Wendigo will quietly take his place and move to an even more remote place to start a new life as his.

"What a pity... I've always wanted to experience the difference between organs that have been tightly squeezed and their normal state..."

He closed the notebook, Evelyn's appearance and figure, as well as the parts he wanted to focus on, flashing through his mind. "Such wonderful things, I'll save them for later."

……

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from the roof of the car, as if something had fallen onto the top of the carriage.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wendigo opened his eyes instantly and fired four shots. Only when he couldn't get the bullets out did he realize that he didn't usually carry many bullets. In White Torch, he was the mayor; power and money were his best weapons, and if used properly, they could make anyone bow down to him.

The empty magazine reminded him that these were his last four bullets; he had used up all his ammunition on the sheriffs behind him during his breakout.

“Mr. Red?” Wendigo quietly drew the dagger from his waist, unscrewed the cap from his pen, and hid it in his sleeve. Raising his voice, he began searching for a suitable place to strike. “We’re both wanted criminals on the bounty list, so there’s no need to be so relentless, is there?”

"It might be a bit late to talk about this now, but I don't think it's impossible. When it comes to hunting down and searching, getting rid of the endless bounty hunters, Pinkerton detectives, or their dogs, I have quite a bit of experience. We can definitely cooperate in some areas."

"You robbed Mr. Lane Cheddar's train and stole all the bearer bonds worth ten thousand dollars. Now, I suppose you've taken care of everything, right? Perhaps you think that ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, but let me tell you, in the face of truly large-scale business, it's just the tip of the iceberg. You can't even imagine what the real upper world is like."

"And I can help you step into that world. Money is the ticket. Besides the money in the bank, I have another sum of money, a six-figure sum, which is enough to be your ticket to step into that world."

“Running a gang costs money, Mr. Hongzhong, you know this better than I do. Let’s forget all the unpleasantness from before, and start afresh tonight, right now, how about it?”

……

Bang! Bang!

The train bumped along the tracks, passing over mountains and entering an endless grassland.

Wendigo paused for a moment, and the dark night from the depths of his memory surfaced. It was the same starry sky and grassland, and it was so similar to the scene before him.

He suddenly had a premonition that he might die here tonight.

----

"Thump—!!"

There was a loud bang.

The side window shattered without warning, and Zhang Renfeng, like a wild ape in the mountains, swung his entire body inside, clinging to the roof with one hand.

"what----!"

Wendigo roared and was about to draw his sword when he was kicked against the inner wall of the carriage, causing a bulge to form in the metal sheet from the inside.

Using the immense force of the impact, the two tumbled together inside the carriage several times. Before Wendigo could even raise his arms to defend himself, he was struck in the chest with a high kick. The force was so great that after several tumbles, he twisted and deformed the frame of the seat next to him, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

A few meters away, Zhang Renfeng shook off the shards of glass on his neck, slowly stood up, and revealed a ferocious sneer, like a leopard that had tracked down its prey.

"Hey, Mayor, or should I call you the Australian Shrike? What a coincidence, we meet again." His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes wide open, revealing his murderous intent. "Where's Monet's book? Weren't you supposed to go upstairs to get it for me? It can't be such a coincidence that it's hanging in some corner of this carriage, can it?"

"Ha, ha, ha! What a long detour!"

Zhang Renfeng cracked his neck.

"Aren't you going to consider what I just said?" Wendigo rubbed the spot where he'd been kicked; a bruise was inevitable, and the wound throbbed slightly when he touched it with his fingers.

"This world is far more cruel than we imagine. Heaven kills, earth kills, and even you... didn't you kill a whole bunch of people at will? Compared to all of that, the few people I've killed are nothing."

"Make peace with me, Red China. Only interests can last forever!"

……

"Make peace?" Zhang Renfeng tilted his head, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Alright."

"You killed thirteen people, and if you include the owner of the Cactus Tavern, that makes fourteen... Actually, I don't know exactly how many people you've killed, but it's definitely more than fourteen. But as the 'Ocean Shrike,' you killed fourteen people and then had antlers attached to them, you don't deny that, do you?"

Wendigo's smile gradually faded.

"Okay, my request isn't high. You let me stab you fourteen times, and if you're still alive after that..."

"I will make peace with you!"

Chapter 189: This Time, You Are the Prey (Part 60)

Having reached this point, there's no need to continue; only one outcome remains for the two of them.

"ah----!!"

Wendigo struck first, crouching low like a charging deer. He was slightly taller and heavier than Zhang Renfeng, one of his few advantages. In terms of striking techniques, he had almost given up on going head-to-head with Hong Zhong. To defeat him, the only way was to discover his weakness and force him into that area.

"Boom!"

"Woo..."

The elbow that slammed into his back like a giant hammer made him see stars and nearly caused him to collapse. But thanks to his well-developed latissimus dorsi muscles, he managed to withstand the blow, and with his arms outstretched, he used his superior reach to execute a grappling technique.

With a snap, her arms wrapped around his waist!

"it is good!!"

Simply completing this move filled Wendigo with elation. In the combat techniques he learned in the army, after grabbing the waist, one could simply throw the opponent to the ground and then follow up with a choke. No matter how strong a person is, once their neck is locked in a chokehold, they will naturally lose the ability to resist. Against opponents with powerful striking skills, this move was almost always effective.

The waist sags.

Use both arms to exert force.

fall!

……

Clang~~~ Clang~~~

The train moved along at a leisurely pace, and the carriages seemed to be frozen in time; nothing happened.

"...How could this be..."

Zhang Renfeng was clearly being held by the waist, yet he still had the strength to turn around and give him a knowing smile. For a moment, Wendigo had the illusion that his body was falling to the ground, merging with the train and the earth beneath it, so that he couldn't be pulled away, let alone thrown.

"Wrestling..."

Zhang Renfeng narrowed his eyes, reacted quickly, and grabbed Wendigo's suit collar with both hands, laughing loudly, "Interesting!"

An irresistible force came over him, and he grabbed the collar and slammed it down diagonally!

Wendigo also had a background in combat sports. When his balance was disrupted, he instinctively straightened his back to regain it. Seizing this moment, Zhang Renfeng twisted his waist backward, like a ferocious crocodile rolling in a river, breaking free from Wendigo's grip on his waist and quickly tripping him.

"Snapped!"

With a swift, powerful throw, Wendigo's body arced gracefully through the air before crashing heavily onto the train. The entire carriage shook violently, and the metal body was dented and grotesquely bulged, nearly reaching the metal's tensile strength.

"This must be a lie...this...this guy..."

Wendigo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with a sigh, wiped his cheek, where hot liquid was streaming down.

Under the moonlight, the crimson in his palm was somewhat dazzling.

"Back in the army, I used this trick and no one ever saw through it. How did you..."

……

Like a flash of light?

Like smoke?

Like lightning?

During boxing matches, commentators always spare no effort in using such praise to describe how fast the boxers' movements are. As the mayor, Wendigo had also attended some formal boxing matches, and most of the fighters were exaggerating and not as good as they claimed. However, at this moment, on this moonlit escape, he truly witnessed just how fast a person's movements could be.

It happened faster than a thought.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suddenly appeared in front of him, his body slightly turned to the side, assuming an extremely fluid power-generating posture. In this blink of an eye, Wendigo didn't see his leg, and perhaps because the environment was too dark, Zhang Renfeng's right leg seemed to have been severed from the thigh, disappearing without a trace.

What the hell?! Where are his legs?!

What he saw was so illogical that Wendigo's brain froze for a moment, unable to process it.

"Boom————!!!"

A powerful high roundhouse kick, delivered from a standing position on one leg, landed squarely on Wendigo's lower back. The force was so great that it penetrated his skin, muscles, and bones, reaching his internal organs!

“Aa ...

Comparable to being hit by a heavy artillery shell, Wendigo's pupils dilated, he vomited acid, and his consciousness was scattered for a few seconds.

From one side of the carriage, I was violently kicked to the other. This time, I slammed hard into the door, twisting and deforming it. The night wind rushed in through the gaps in my back, and I could clearly feel the icy coldness, as if it were freezing the blood in my entire body.

……

too fast.

Fists, elbows, palms, claws, knee strikes, headbutts… He felt like a punching bag, letting his opponent relentlessly pound every part of his body. He took so many blows, the pain compounding until he could no longer feel anything. The car door behind him was warping more and more violently, creaking under the weight, seemingly on the verge of disintegrating under the relentless barrage of punches and kicks.

This was Red Center, this was his method of killing. Wendigo had imagined this countless times before, but he never expected it to end like this. He couldn't even see Red Center's punches and kicks clearly. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and he had already been hit several times.

Wendigo gritted his teeth, gripped the dagger in his hand, and plunged it fiercely into the other man's shoulder!

This time, the knife tip didn't even touch the skin.

He used two fingers to gently catch the blade that was thrusting at him.

“So many people have tried it today alone. Honestly, it’s so unoriginal…” Zhang Renfeng shook his head, looking slightly helpless. “Didn’t we try it once before in the cabin? Why do you think the result will be different this time?”

Having said that, he changed from using two fingers to his whole palm, gripped the blade tightly, and suddenly exerted force!

"when!"

He forcefully pried the entire blade embedded in the hilt off and plunged it into Wendigo's shoulder, the wound reaching his back. This is a crucial point for generating power; once stabbed, movement and agility are greatly diminished. Although Wendigo was not a significant threat to begin with, Zhang Renfeng remained cautious, giving him no room to breathe.

The pain signal brought him back to his senses quickly, but what awaited him was a Spartan kick!

"Thump—!!!"

Without any classic lines, but with undiminished power, the car door behind Wendigo finally gave way, sending him flying out with him. He felt a dizzying sensation as he landed on his back, the blade embedded in his shoulder pressed completely into his body, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain and nearly faint.

The scent of soil and grass filled my nostrils. Here was a vast sea of ​​grass, with nothing but the grassland, the night sky, and the moon hanging in the sky.

It was another quiet, dark night.

He felt as if he had fallen into the sea, and the pain was like waves crashing over him, threatening to engulf him.