The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Bang bang bang!"

The noise of the crowd mingled with the sounds of the train, and Zhang Chang'an had to face more people than he had expected.

He hadn't expected these people to be so decisive.

As soon as Zhang Chang'an closed the door, he saw several men immediately pull out their guns and start shooting at him.

Fortunately, the train was swaying, making it difficult for these people to raise their guns and fire, which allowed him to slip away in the first moment.

"Click!"

"Snapped!"

A huge gap was torn in the wooden door of the carriage, and the glass on the carriage door shattered with a crash. Zhang Chang'an had already disappeared from the spot, his left hand instantly grabbing the shoulder of a thug sitting in the first row.

"Click..."

"Ah!" The cracking of bones in the man's shoulder and his scream rang out almost at the same time. Zhang Chang'an lifted the man off his seat, grabbed his shoulder and half of his arm, and pulled him in front of him.

"Bang!" The thug, who had been unable to move due to the excruciating pain of his shattered shoulder blade, suddenly went silent.

Zhang Chang'an hid completely behind him, and the bullets fired from behind naturally landed on him.

The thug lost his strength and his body went limp instantly. Zhang Chang'an had no intention of using him as a human shield. When he shielded him in front of him, he had already lowered his stance and shrunk to almost the same height as the back of the chair.

One of the thugs on the other side of the first row didn't react immediately because the incident happened so suddenly.

Seeing his accomplice fall to the ground, he finally reached for his knife and charged at Zhang Chang'an.

But Zhang Chang'an decisively raised his right hand.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew directly into his eye socket, blood splattered out, and the man immediately lost his strength and collapsed.

Zhang Chang'an immediately turned around and pointed his gun at the people behind him.

The powerful dynamic vision granted by the potion has long since transformed his combat abilities.

He had already mastered the techniques from his previous debt collection missions, which is why he wasn't afraid to take on a whole truckload of bread sellers this time.

Zhang Chang'an took down two people in the blink of an eye, then leaned slightly forward and fired a shot behind him.

The countless thugs, on the contrary, were restrained by the densely packed accomplices in the carriage.

More importantly, their movements and eyesight were not as fast as Zhang Chang'an's.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." Zhang Chang'an decisively raised his hand to aim, pressed the trigger, and placed his left hand on the pistol, immediately beginning a barrage of shots.

Gun muzzles spat fire, and bullets flew through the carriage, adding fuel to the fire of the already chaotic situation.

Soon, one thug after another was hit directly in the head or abdomen by stray bullets, and they twisted and fell back into their seats.

Of course, Zhang Chang'an's main targets were the thugs who also had guns.

As he fired, two or three pistols flew out and slammed onto the floor or the carriage.

Among them were people who were shot in the abdomen and lost all strength, as well as those who were shot in the hand or with a gun.

In short, Zhang Chang'an resolved most of the threats in an instant.

"Hmph!" As he stood up completely, he twisted his waist and hips, held his breath and exerted his strength, decisively turning his right hand and throwing it out.

"Bang!" The butt of the M1899 shot slammed into the head of a thug in the second row.

He was attacked on the side of his head, and blood gushed from his temple instantly. He fell directly onto the seat next to him.

Zhang Chang'an immediately stepped over the thug who had been killed and was lying in the middle of the passageway, and entered the passageway leading to the back.

"Crack!" There were still too many people in this carriage. He had just taken a step when he immediately raised his left hand and, with the mechanical hand that was temporarily protected, forcefully blocked a metal cane that was being swung at him.

The foreigner who attacked this time was tall and strong; when he stood in the old carriage, his head almost touched the roof.

The cane in his hand was noticeably thicker and larger, almost like a small hammer. Combined with the recoil from the mechanical armor, it made Zhang Chang'an's arm ache.

However, he did not back down and immediately grabbed the end of the cane with his other hand.

The burly man immediately tried to pull it back, but the grip of the robotic arm had already taken effect.

Zhang Chang'an pulled him back, and the stubborn boy, refusing to let go, immediately fell towards Zhang Chang'an.

Zhang Chang'an immediately extended his right hand.

"Bang!" The last bullet in the six-round magazine left the barrel, almost hitting his abdomen, and fired the shot.

The subsequent reaction was indeed quite different from before.

A flash of light appeared in the gun barrel, but the flames were clearly too intense, and the spewing flames spread out, with no bullets flying out.

The bursting yellow flames covered most of the man's body, illuminating the carriage in the night sky and even rising up towards the ceiling and the windows on the side.

"Bang!" After firing the shot, Zhang Chang'an leaned back decisively. Instead, his left foot, which had been behind him, was suddenly lifted up and kicked forward.

"Ahhh!" The loudest scream to date erupted in the carriage.

The tall foreigner was kicked backward, but the raging flames on his body did not go out. They had already spread all over most of his body along his clothes.

"Damn it, it's on fire!"

"Shit!"

The scene startled the people behind them. They no longer cared about Zhang Chang'an. Three or four people from the back rows crowded around and started slapping and stomping on the fallen foreigner.

"Whale oil bullets!" Apart from the few people who were rushing to put out the fire, there were still two or three people who had not fallen.

The flames burning on that foreigner were the typical white-yellow flames produced by burning animal fat. These people, and indeed everyone in London, were familiar with them.

The train was passing over a relatively low wooden track, with houses faintly visible on both sides.

Of course, you can also see the streetlights below, and the light from them is exactly the same as the light on this person.

When they discovered these things, Zhang Chang'an was setting up the ammunition magazine and ejecting spent cartridges.

The casing of the last bullet was clearly different from the others; it was burning red-hot.

"This thing is really powerful." It's no wonder that the Jean-Glaucon family became the official security provider for the horse racing industry, which is full of wealthy people.

The whale oil bullets that Zhang Chang'an just used were the ones the company had given him, and there were only a few of them.

To be more precise, it's called a whale oil incendiary bomb. It doesn't have any special or sophisticated structure; it's just filled with high-grade whale oil, which can instantly spew out a large amount of flame.

"Click!" In the emergency, Zhang Chang'an didn't have time to reload, so he simply threw the empty magazine back, then immediately put away his gun and reached for the chair next to him.

"Whoosh!" Zhang Chang'an's body sprang forward. He stomped on the chair next to him and in the blink of an eye bypassed the few people who were scrambling because of the flames, crossed several rows of seats, and headed straight for the remaining soldiers at the back.

Before Zhang Chang'an even landed, he raised his hand and threw a punch.