Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 537 The True Power of the 536 Shotgun

The director's office is located on the third floor. The exterior wall outside the window is made of red bricks, with no gaps to hold hands or step on.

But this was no obstacle for Shunzi. He climbed out the window and jumped straight out. Although he tried to keep his movements as light as possible, his huge weight still caused him to land with a thud.

The good news is that the police should have only recently received the news. The team of police officers who were blocking the gate earlier should have been the first to arrive. The rest of the main force has not yet arrived, so there is no way to completely surround the entire police station.

Shunzi made the right bet. Seeing that there was no movement around him, he quickly ran in another direction.

Before he could even run out of the street, a group of police officers suddenly appeared at the intersection ahead.

The police noticed Shunzi's figure from afar, and they immediately shone their headlamps on him, revealing him on the spot.

"what for!"

The police captain demanded an explanation, pointing his pistol at Shunzi.

Shunzi quickly replied, "I'm not a bandit!"

The patrol captain sneered, "Did I ask you that? You're just admitting it, aren't you? Sneaking around like this at night, I can tell there's something fishy about you."

Shunzi quickly came up with a clever idea: "It's a misunderstanding, I'm with Second Master!"

The patrol captain was taken aback and looked Shunzi over again—his gaze sharpened as he noticed that Shunzi's right hand had been hidden under his clothes the whole time, so he shouted, "What are you holding in your hand? Hand it over!"

Shunzi's face darkened—he had just gotten his beloved gun back and hadn't even had a chance to use it properly, and now someone was telling him to hand it over?
These words were inappropriate and further angered Shunzi.

"I'll fuck your grandma!"

Shunzi drew his gun, cocked it, and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion.

boom--! !

In a fit of rage, the shotgun roared, and the flames spewing from its muzzle seemed to be doused with a bucket of "anger" oil, exploding into a blazing fireball that instantly illuminated the night sky.

The rapid transition from dark to bright caused Shunzi to experience temporary blindness. When the blurry halo disappeared and she could see clearly again, Shunzi was stunned and stood there in place.

This was the first time Shunzi had used the magic circle effect of a hunting rifle, and the first time he had experienced its power so directly.

The echoes of the gunshots seemed to still linger in the streets and alleys. In a daze, Shunzi unconsciously lowered the scalding hot barrel of his gun, and wisps of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzles of the twin guns.

The original deathly silence was replaced by an even deeper deathly silence.

After the intense flames and deafening roar, the air seemed to be sucked out, leaving only scorching heat and a strong smell of burning.

The once smooth stone-paved street now resembles a chessboard maliciously destroyed by a naughty child. Starting from the feet of the player, the stones radiate outwards, cracking, arching, and even disappearing completely, leaving behind shocking, charred, shallow pits.

The once heavily armed and menacing police force was now disorganized.

The closest people, including the patrol captain, were as if they had been struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer. Their bodies were torn to pieces and mixed with the shattered bricks and twisted railings, leaving only a blurry and gruesome mark on the ground and walls, indistinguishable from flesh and blood or scorched earth.

Those slightly further back were the main victims of the shockwave.

They remained in the same posture as in their final moments, either pointing a gun or fleeing, but like scarecrows broken by a strong wind, they fell to the ground at all sorts of bizarre angles.

Most of the police officers' uniforms had been torn to shreds, and there were no obvious external injuries on their bodies under the clothes, but black blood was seeping from their seven orifices, and their chest cavities had collapsed unnaturally—signs that their organs had been shattered in an instant.

Their eyes were mostly wide open, frozen in their final shock and bewilderment, their pupils reflecting the night sky still tinged red by the firelight.

Only a handful of people on the very edge could be considered to have "died from shotgun shells".

Lead pellets, mixed with the initial flames, rained down, riddling them with holes like broken sieves, and they collapsed slumped into pools of blood. One of them, slumped against the wall, still clutched the leash of a whistle tightly in his hand, but half his face and the whistle were gone.

The buildings on both sides of the street also suffered an unexpected disaster.

The wooden window frames and shop signs were either blown away or flickered with dim sparks. The walls were covered with dents and radial cracks of varying depths, as if they had been scratched by a giant beast.

All human voices disappeared, leaving only the crackling of the flames and the occasional rustling of falling debris.

And a deathly stillness, almost like a vacuum. A night breeze blew by, and Shunzi shivered, finally coming back to his senses.

Further away, sirens blared incessantly, suggesting that more and more footsteps were rapidly approaching.

Shunzi swallowed hard, not daring to linger any longer, and ran into the deep night.

……

In the alley, Fang Youliu also saw the firelight that had illuminated half the sky not long ago.

Now he was almost certain that the police were not chasing bandits.

The bandits couldn't have made such a commotion with the homemade explosives they had.

To leave or to stay?
this is a problem.

This profoundly philosophical question is causing Fang Youliu to suffer a torment of his conscience.

Just when his conscience was on the verge of collapse, Shunzi's appearance saved him.

"Fang Liu! Fang Liu! Where the hell are you?!"

Arrive before anyone arrives.

Fang Youliu peeked out and saw a figure running wildly down the street in the distance—although it was too dark to see clearly, the imposing figure was unmistakable.

Fang Youliu quickly jumped out and waved: "Here—"

He regretted it as soon as he shouted it.

Countless police officers emerged from the intersection behind Shunzi, their headlamps casting a dense beam of light that illuminated the entire street!
Fang Youliu quickly disappeared back into the alley.

Shunzi was so angry that he cursed loudly, "All you ever do is run away!"

Before he finished speaking, a carriage suddenly emerged from the alley. Fang Youliu, sitting on the carriage shaft, waved to Shunzi: "Hurry up and get on!"

"You have a conscience!"

Shunzi praised him and then leaped onto the carriage.

Fang Youliu pulled on the reins, unleashing his magical power—the carriage spun out and sped away.

Gunfire erupted continuously from behind, with a dense barrage of bullets striking the carriage.

Shunzi crouched down in the carriage and asked loudly, "Where is my older brother?"

Fang Youliu turned around and asked, "Wasn't he with you?"

"no!"

Shunzi immediately panicked: "I thought he came back first."

Fang Youliu slapped his forehead: "Why didn't you say so earlier? We don't have time to worry about him, let's get out of the city first!"

Shunzi refused to do it. He scrambled to his feet and tried to grab Fang Youliu's reins: "No way—go back to find Big Brother first!"

Fang Youliu swiftly dodged Shunzi's snatch, saying quickly, "Don't be stupid at a time like this. Even if he's in trouble, he won't need your help—what are you doing!?"

It turned out that Shunzi had failed to grab the reins and had simply picked up Fang Youliu.

Fang Youliu was unable to break free and was forcibly thrown into the carriage behind him by Shunzi.

Shunzi exerted force with his arm and suddenly tightened the reins, abruptly stopping the horse that was running forward with inertia.

(End of this chapter)