My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

As the bullets were loaded, Si Ming revealed a confident expression.

He was really looking forward to seeing the other person's surprised expression.

At the same time, carry out the revenge thoroughly.

To get back all the humiliation I suffered.

Unfortunately, the expected shock did not show on the faces of the trio.

Instead, it was a strong sense of contempt.

"Hahahaha, cough cough cough..."

The second-in-command coughed violently, but the mockery on his face grew stronger.

"What are you pretending for?"

"It's just a broken flintlock pistol."

"It takes a very long time to reload once, and there's also the risk of the barrel exploding."

"It's basically useless except for surprise attacks."

He pointed out the drawbacks of flintlock muskets, which deeply shocked Death.

"W-what? How do you know so much?"

"This weapon is not available on the market. It is only because Iron City is rich in iron ore and is adjacent to the Dwarf Kingdom."

"That's why I was able to get one through connections on the black market."

Where did you get this information?

Seeing the other person's panicked expression

The second-in-command also revealed a playful smile.

"Ha! You don't need to know that."

"But I can tell you one thing: flintlock muskets are just the lowest of the low."

"I'll show you what a machine gun is like later."

"Once that thing fires, it can harvest an entire army."

"How can you compare to a toy like yours that can only be fired once and reloaded once?"

His words were like a heavy hammer, striking so hard that I stumbled back several steps.

His face was full of disbelief.

My mind raced with wild guesses.

Could these bandits also be connected to the dwarves?

Could they even obtain more classified weapons?

That machine gun that swept through thousands of troops?

Could it be a super war machine made up of countless flintlock muskets?

Deadly imaginative, he could only think what he wanted.

suddenly,

The sound of synchronized footsteps echoed from the outskirts of the black market street.

A large number of city guards poured into the streets.

Whenever they see a lewd underling, they will use force to suppress him.

Those who indulge in debauchery will be dealt with using the most violent means.

Under such iron-fisted suppression

The people who had suffered so much were given a respite.

They began to pour out their grievances as if they had seen a savior:

"Waaaah, my lords, you've finally arrived!"

"If it had been any later, I would have been covered in sweat."

A disheveled clergyman, sobbing, clung to the burly man in charge of leading the group.

The burly man was wearing a full suit of exquisite armor.

The head, which wasn't wearing a helmet, had short blond hair, and the expression was serious and focused.

"Tell me, what happened here? Was there another gang fight?"

The blond man questioned him sharply, making the clergy tremble with fear.

No, I don't know.

"We just heard that there was some blasphemy, so we came to check it out."

"Who knows what will happen..."

The clergyman's expression gradually turned to terror.

He recalled the appalling scene that had just unfolded.

He could only grit his teeth and continue explaining:

"Who knew the gang members had gone mad, pouncing on anyone they saw."

"Regardless of age or gender, no one can escape their indecent assault."

"They are heretics among heretics, and they need to be purified by holy flames."

The priest's words gave the blond man a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He glanced around.

They spotted the three bandits locked in a desperate standoff in the distance.

Then he waved to his men:

"Seal off the entire street; no one is allowed to leave."

"Anyone who dares to disobey will be imprisoned in the dungeon and await the magistrate's judgment."

As the order was given, the adjutant respectfully saluted.

"Yes, sir, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Several hundred city guards split into two groups, surrounding and blocking the entire street from the front and back.

Upon seeing this, the second-in-command, who was relentlessly launching a psychological attack,...

I realized I couldn't let this go on any longer.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'd have to go back to my death.

He first glanced at his left chest.

Then, amidst a bewildered gaze, he produced a bottle of red medicine.

Without hesitation, he drank it down.

As the red medicine entered the mouth

The wounds inflicted by the cards on his body began to heal rapidly, but the penetrating wound in his left lung did not heal much.

After all, this is a serious injury, and one bottle of red potion is obviously not enough.

Hawkeye and the blind man exchanged a glance.

He decisively took out his bottle of red medicine and handed it to the second-in-command.

Under the potent effects of three bottles of red medicine.

Gargling tissue was visibly growing from the hole in the left breast.

It was repaired almost in the blink of an eye.

This amazing scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"You...you actually have precious magical potions?"

He asked desperately, incredulously, while his doubts grew even stronger.

"Isn't this something only alchemists skilled in alchemy can create?"

"How could you bandits obtain such a thing?"

The second-in-command, now fully recovered from his injuries, threw away the medicine bottle.

He wiped the remaining medicine from the corner of his mouth.

He shrugged, looking incredibly smug.

"Oh, you mean this?"

"It's not really anything precious."

"If I wanted, I could even take a bath with it."

Wu Di stroked his chin, feeling that based on his contribution today...

That's enough for a bath.

His words had barely left his mouth when he terrified Si Ming.

Take a bath with precious magical potions?

Are you kidding me?

Even the most noble families probably wouldn't do something so extravagant.

However, when he used his ability to take a look, he discovered that the other party was not lying at all.

That's why they were scared.

Unable to accept this, they could only frantically shake their heads in denial.

"Impossible! Impossible!! Absolutely impossible!!!"

"If you filthy, down-on-your-luck bandits really possess such a vast amount of scarce resources."

"Would you still become a bandit?"

"I understand, it's an illusion! It's all an illusion!!"

Hysterical, he clutched his head, feeling as if he had grasped the last glimmer of hope.

"Are you trying to deceive me?"

"I will break the illusion right now."

He frantically aimed the flintlock pistol at his brow.

There's a strong tendency for them to wake up to reality.

His action startled the assembled officials.

To prevent their eldest son from doing something foolish.

They could only swarm forward and pin down each other.

"Boss, wake up!"

"Don't do anything foolish again."

"Our gang cannot afford to lose your leadership."

"The entire black market needs his king."

Seeing the gang members in disarray, the second-in-command quickly made a hand gesture to Blind Man and Hawkeye.

"Hurry, hurry, the wind is strong, let's get out of here!"

"The true powerhouse has arrived; this place is no place to linger."

His words had barely faded when

The blond man who commanded hundreds of city guards had already appeared less than 20 meters away.

He shouted at the trio of bandits:

"Are you the ones who started the riots?"

"I......."

Before the blond man could finish speaking, he had already noticed the appearance of the second-in-command.

The intense visual impact nearly drove him insane.

Fortunately, I turned my gaze away in time.

That's how he avoided following in the footsteps of his guards who vomited.

"I am Cyril, the commander of the Ironclad City Guard."

"You are hereby formally arrested on charges of disturbing the peace in a town."

"Please, the three of you, do not engage in futile resistance."

The second-in-command, who was about to slip away, extended a middle finger.

He spat at the other person, showing them no respect whatsoever.

"Pah, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Have you ever seen anyone surrender without a fight? Don't put up any futile resistance."

"Then why don't I just stick my butt out and wait for you to come?"

These extremely sarcastic words,

This slightly moved Cyril, whose expression was serious.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and pronounced the verdict in a hoarse voice:

"Disrespecting a garrison officer is an offense punishable by one degree."

"If they resist arrest, they will be killed without exception!"