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Chapter 133 The Final Act is Approaching, the Crisis of Gongping (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)
Mo Zhen's gleaming Chelsea boots stepped on the puddle, splashing up tiny droplets that echoed clearly in the silent alleyway.

The handsome man, who had been holding his breath, quickly caught up with Mo Zhen.

"Handsome...handsome guy!"

His throat was a little dry, and his voice was slightly distorted.

"Are we really going to the No. 7 warehouse? To fight the toxic smuggling team and that mad scientist... to the death?"

Mo Zhen didn't stop walking, as if the heavy conversation about the True Dragon and the choice of heroes had never happened.

The cold, judge-like calm on his face receded like the tide, and an extremely confident smile returned to his lips.

"A decisive battle to the death?"

He chuckled, turned his head, and a mocking glint in his eyes.

"Don't use such heavy words. We're treating them to dinner, but we're inviting them to eat jail food."

Seeing Mo Zhen's nonchalant attitude, the handsome guy was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"Are you kidding me?! We're seriously risking our lives this time! It's like we're going to eat in the underworld!"

Mo Zhen spread her hands, her movements carrying a slightly exaggerated theatrical flair, her red suit still flamboyant even in the dim light.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Do you think those cigarette dealers would automatically come to my prison? It's my duty, comrade. You're an Interpol agent, don't you even have that much awareness?"

The handsome guy was speechless at his nonchalant attitude and started to argue back loudly.

"Hey buddy! That makes sense! But you saw with your own eyes how strong and well-equipped the Poison Smoke Team is! Those ruthless thugs, which one of them is a pushover? Not to mention that madman Akromar, who knows how much technology and ruthless stuff he's buried in the warehouse! This is a huge deal, and the contacts are all top-tier elites! Do you think we can compete with just the two of us?"

The handsome guy held up two fingers and waved them vigorously in front of Mo Zhen's eyes.

"Two of them! Trying to break into someone's heavily guarded unloading point? This isn't a dinner invitation, it's practically offering yourself up as extra food! Are you some kind of performance art?!"

The wicked frog squatted at his feet and gurgled twice, seemingly in agreement.

Seeing the handsome guy looking like he was facing a formidable enemy and wanted to buy a plane ticket and run away immediately, Mo Zhen's confident smile turned slightly surprised.

He never expected that the other party would see through his true identity at a glance.

To be honest... his real profession is indeed performance artist.

However, in order to stabilize morale, Mo Zhen did not delve into this topic, but instead deliberately made it seem mysterious.

"Who said it was just the two of us?"

"Ok?"

The handsome man was stunned; his anxiety was abruptly interrupted by this unexpected turn of events.

"No...it's just the two of us, isn't it? That bastard Dodo is still hanging out in nightclubs. Don't count on the police in the United States. We should be grateful if they don't cause us any trouble!"

Mo Zhen slowly adjusted the cuffs of his red suit, as if he were about to attend not a life-or-death battle, but a grand banquet.

"Too small, too small, too small in scale. This is the ultimate feast, the last supper. Of course, we must invite everyone to come and have a grand Manchu Han Imperial Feast to entertain all the heroes from Liyong!"

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of dilapidated buildings, directed towards some unknown corner.

"Three days is enough time for some lost sheep to get back on track and for some stray dogs on the roadside to smell something different."

He turned and started walking again, his red silhouette like a flag waving against the wind in the dim alley.

"Let's go, old comrade. Go back and get a good night's sleep to recharge. I need to prepare some invitations and invite all the guests who are supposed to attend..."

His voice echoed at the end of the alley, carrying an air of absolute certainty.

"Three days later, at Pier 7 warehouse."

The handsome man watched Mo Zhen's figure disappear into the darkness, then looked down at the delinquent frog picking its nose at his feet, and then thought about Mo Zhen's words about "the Last Supper"...

A stronger sense of unease, mixed with a feeling of absurdity, welled up inside me.

He had a strong premonition that this operation would be the ultimate battle he had never seen before!
Mo Zhen, on the other hand, was completely immersed in the excitement of planning the final scene. He even started humming an off-key version of "Love Like Homiga," but the tune seemed to be even more free and unrestrained than Homiga himself.

After struggling for a long time, Xiaomengzi finally defeated the Uzi that was firing wildly in its mouth and dared to offer her advice.

【Lord Mo Zhen, you're not kidding, are you?! We're really going to have to fight the Poison Smoke Team to the death?! Last time in that dilapidated warehouse, we fought tooth and nail, and only managed to turn the tide thanks to my god-like acting skills! This time, according to that guy in the suit and slicked-back hair, they've sent out an ultimate, luxurious lineup that's ten times, maybe even nine times, more terrifying than last time! Even if we burn ourselves out, we're no match for them... OMG!】

Mo Zhen was in a state of extreme excitement. He grabbed Xiao Mengzi's face and fired a barrage of shots at her with his Uzi submachine gun.

"Hahahaha, you damn ignorant bastard! Stop trying to glorify yourself! How the next scene should be performed is up to me, the director. You, the camera, just cooperate with the performance! Stop talking so much nonsense!"

[Ugh... pfft pfft pfft—]

Having eaten her fill of bullets, Xiaomengzi became obedient again.

Its eyes showed extreme terror, knowing that no one in the world could stop this madman from carrying out his next crazy operation.

An extremely strong feeling was welling up inside him. He could feel that the world's timeline was like a tangled mess, wildly intertwined and changing violently every second!
This is enough to prove that the battle that followed was by no means a trivial matter, but a world-shaking battle that could truly change the course of world history!
[Help! Lord Arceus, the Two Elders of Time and Space, Fathead Fish, Can't Fly, Caterpie, Bigmouth Sparrow, Mule Horse, Doujinshi Dragon, Dog with Sword... Whoever it is, please come and save me... Pfft p ...

In her despair, Xiaomengzi prayed to the gods, but the only response she received was bullets from an Uzi submachine gun.

……

The bar in District 7, 【Pistol Paradise】.

Colt had just downed half a glass of whiskey, trying to suppress the bad luck brought by that crazy woman Homiga and the frustration of the negotiations completely collapsing.

When the door to the private room was pushed open, he looked up and saw that glaring red.

"Uzi?"

Colt put down his glass, his voice still carrying lingering anger and a hint of wariness.

"How's the negotiation going? Did that bitch agree?"

Mo Zhen didn't answer immediately. He turned around and closed the door, shutting out the noise from the outside world. He walked to the liquor cabinet, picked up a clean glass, and poured some of Colt's treasured spirits.

"It's completely over. The situation is out of our control!"

Colt was startled by the chill in his tone.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, the Poison Smoke team doesn't even consider our Quickdraw team a threat!"

Mo Zhen downed his drink in one gulp, slamming the glass down on the table with a dull thud, like the first beating of a war drum. "They're running rampant on our turf, turning our protection money-paying bastards into nothing but drooling, grinning idiots with that damned Dream Cigarette! They've squeezed every last drop of profit out of us, and now they want to dance in our faces! Even you, Boss Colt, personally came to negotiate with sincerity, but they'd rather bark like a dog on stage than cooperate with you!"

Mo Zhen's words struck precisely at Colt's most sensitive nerves of pride and self-interest.

The anger fueled by Homiga's humiliation and rejection was instantly ignited and amplified, and Colt's face was so dark it could drip water.

"That stinking bitch..."

Colt gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Mo Zhen's eyes burned with a provocative flame, but her voice was extremely low and filled with a dangerous seduction.

"You think they just don't want to cooperate with us? Wrong! What they want is the entire Liyong Lower District! They want to completely crush the Quick Gun Team and sweep us into the dustbin of history! Meng Ziyan is their weapon; with this thing, they destroyed most of our foundation without shedding a drop of blood! Negotiation? They don't need to negotiate at all! They're just waiting for us to collapse on our own!"

Colt's breathing became heavy. Although the scene Mo Zhen described was cruel, it coincided with the vague unease and fear deep in his heart.

The Poison Smoke team's expansion was too fast, so fast that it alarmed him.

"Then... then what do you suggest we do?"

Colt's voice carried a hint of wavering and dependence that he himself was unaware of.

Mo Zhen's all-powerful, sinister nature became, in this desperate situation, the straw he instinctively tried to grasp.

"How to do?"

Mo Zhen's lips curled into a cold and wild smile, like a lion eyeing its prey.

"For the survival of the Quickfire Squad! For the dignity of our territory! We must fight back! We must make the Poison Smoke Squad pay a bloody price!"

He suddenly stood up straight, his red suit waving like a battle flag in the dim light.

"It's time to let them know who the real masters are in Liyong! We are not sheep to be slaughtered, we are the quick-fire squad! The weapons in our hands are not firewood!"

Colt was stirred by the passion in his words, but his long-standing caution made him instinctively skeptical.

"Counterattack? How? The Poison Smoke Squad is now well-equipped and powerful..."

How do we oppose it?

Mo Zhen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had finally waited for this moment. He looked down at Colt, and spoke each word as clearly as a bullet being loaded:

"Don't you hold their lifeline in your hands, Boss Colt?"

Colt shuddered, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"You...you mean..."

"Three days later! Li Yong Port! Warehouse area at Pier No. 7!"

Mo Zhen's voice was resolute, each word carrying immense force.

"Didn't your middleman, whom you planted in the poison squad, already give you this intelligence? It's their biggest batch of raw materials! It's their lifeline!"

"That's right..."

Colt's voice was hoarse with excitement.

"That shipment was priceless...it was their foundation!"

Mo Zhen revealed a cruel smile. He slammed his hand on the table, making the wine glasses bounce around. His voice suddenly rose, as if he were sounding a battle horn.

"Summon all officers! Immediately! Right now! Call all the officers with guns here: Carbines, Desert Eagles, Gatlings, Barretts, Winchesters, Hellfires... Tell them the Rapid Fire Squad is at a critical juncture! Tell them we're not here to negotiate, not to beg! We're here to—start a war!"

Mo Zhen opened his arms wide, as if proclaiming a sacred revenge.

"Just three days from now! Right here at the Pier 7 warehouse! Gather all the strength of our Quickfire Squad! All our elites! All our guns! Launch a full-scale attack on the core of the Poison Smoke Squad! Destroy their raw materials! Eliminate their elites! Break the backbone of the Poison Smoke Squad completely at Pier 7!"

His voice was filled with inflammatory fervor and unwavering resolve:

"This is not robbery, Colt! This is war! A holy war to defend the dignity and interests of our Quick Gun Team! We will wash away the shame we have suffered with the blood of the Poison Smoke Team! We will use this battle to tell the entire Li Yong who the true king of the underworld is! If we win this battle, the Poison Smoke Team's market, channels, wealth, and even their technology to create dream-like cigarettes... will all be ours! The Quick Gun Team will usher in unprecedented glory! And you, Colt, will be the leader who leads us to a new dynasty!"

"A new dynasty..."

Colt murmured the word repeatedly, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes completely consumed by overwhelming ambition and the flames of revenge.

Mo Zhen's vision of the future was too tempting, and the intelligence he possessed and the strength of the Quick Gun Team seemed to truly be able to support this high-stakes gamble!
"Good! Damn it! Let's do it! Give me one day, and I'll gather all the officers and invite them to join us in launching this war!"

Stepping out of the "Pistol Paradise," Mo Zhen's fervent fighting spirit vanished instantly, replaced by a confident smile that exuded complete control.

He slowly straightened the collar of his red suit, as if the demon who had instigated the war had never existed.

"Hmm... gang shootout, everyone dead, sounds so appealing!"

Xiaomengzi's face showed a look of horror, as if she were looking at a bloodthirsty monster with a red skin.

But it no longer possessed the power, means, courage, or even the will to stop this madman from directing that most insane final act...

"what?!"

Just as Mo Zhen was reveling in the grand spectacle that was about to unfold, a lightning-fast sensation flashed through his mind.

"Gongping?"

Although there was a slight sensation, nothing happened after that inexplicable feeling.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Zhen continued on her way.

Maybe it's just my imagination...

……

Let's go back a little earlier, to the Lower City, inside Gongping's wall-mounted house.

"Huhuhu..."

That day, Gongping woke up from his dream as usual.

Looking at his human form, a sense of loss appeared in his eyes. He picked up his phone again, watching the video playing on the screen, hoping for a miracle...

Little did he know that this day would be one he would never forget, a turning point that would completely change his life...

(End of this chapter)