The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Click-clack..."

"Bang!" The large bundle of projectiles, like a bulldozer, knocked down another enemy.

The gun in his hand had a full six rounds of ammunition, and coupled with his advantage in visibility, he could almost completely overwhelm the thugs who were basically only armed with small pistols in a firefight.

Besides, on his back, there was a bolt-action rifle that had already emptied two magazines, and a newly loaded magazine was ready to fire.

That's right, it wasn't Uncle Wang who was stationed here from the beginning. They knew that snipers were easy targets for the enemy and that they were outnumbered, so there was a high probability that they would have to retreat inside the company.

Zhang Chang'an's mission was to launch a surprise attack from here and cut into the enemy's rear.

The smoky environment, filled with the trajectories of bullets, was clearer to Zhang Chang'an than a scene with no obstructions.

He was chewing something and quickly cleared most of the corridor.

"Pah!" Zhang Chang'an spat out a mouthful of black, broken leaves, and said helplessly, "Qinghe Gong must have had it too tough back then, chewing this stuff every day?"

The Happy Jack brand chewing cigarettes, just like the ones he had in his mouth when he returned by train, came from the exchange page of Qinghe Gong and were supplements he prepared for this battle.

These local products from the West didn't taste good, especially for someone like him who didn't like smoking.

However, the "[Archery Mastery] effect has been continued."

The mist before Zhang Chang'an distorted into words. As he reached the edge of the corridor, he decisively drew the revolver from his waist.

"Bang!" He finished off a thug who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead without even looking.

The effect of these things is to refresh and brainwash, but since they are products of a distorted timeline, their effects are far stronger than ordinary drugs. After using them, one's hands become steady, eyesight improves, and shooting ability is elevated to a whole new level.

Otherwise, even he wouldn't have been able to hit the bullseye every time with an early bolt-action rifle he was using for the first time, unlike Uncle Wang's marksmanship.

"Click..." Zhang Chang'an turned around, flipped the shotgun in his hand, aimed it at the loading port below the barrel, and quickly inserted a few shotgun shells.

His sniping position was quite subtle; it was a room in the middle of the building, offering a perfect view of most of the street.

But after he fights his way out, he has to eliminate all the enemies on his left and right before he can avoid being attacked from both sides.

The half he had previously dealt with led into the depths of the corridor, while the remaining half was where the stairs led downwards.

"Click...bang!" Zhang Chang'an had already gotten used to the powerful recoil of the shotgun. After loading two bullets, he fired a shot directly behind him.

"Ah!" A thug who was about to launch a sneak attack was sent flying backward, with a large hole in his body.

This gun is incredibly powerful, and it's not easy for someone with average strength to wield it. But for him, using it was simply exhilarating.

Amidst the smoke and flickering flames, Zhang Chang'an swung his gun at the man following behind the thug from before.

To everyone's surprise, the person just stood there, completely still.

Upon closer inspection, Zhang Chang'an realized that the man was holding a vial of medicine that was being slowly injected into his leg.

"Damn... these guys are really impatient." Zhang Chang'an knew what this was.

He had previously asked Amin, and indeed, blue agate has products with applications in the human body, but steam-powered combat equipment also has a considerable civilian use. This thing is absolutely contraband, and researching or possessing it is a serious crime.

But this is London after all, and driven by profit, as long as there is demand, there will always be corresponding products.

This is probably a human medicine derived from blue agate.

"Ah..." The thigh where the thug was getting his medication was already covered in wounds from stray bullets.

At this moment, the medicine seeped in, and the muscles of the entire leg, whether good or bad, immediately began to swell, squeezing the wound until it disappeared completely, and even stretching the pants so much that they were about to burst open.

Judging from his expression, he seemed to be in great pain, and the intense pain made his screams sound like those of a wild beast.

The movement of slowly raising his arm, veins bulging, in preparation for swinging the dagger, became extremely frantic.

"Click-clack!" Seeing this, Zhang Chang'an calmly raised his hand, the barrel of his shotgun pressed directly against the thug's wide-open mouth:

"Bang!"

His head, like a balloon, disintegrated into countless fragments, which flew away along with the scattered bullets.

With his neck ripped open, his body quickly collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Zhang Chang'an shook off the blood-stained gun and his hands, but calmly turned to face the enemy behind him.

"Using drugs? So what if you're a mutant?"

His gaze fell into the fog, where many enemies had already completed their injections amidst the swirling smoke. Those who had initially shown some hesitation instantly transformed back into menacing figures.

But Zhang Chang'an decisively slid out: "Bang!"

With a flick of the elbow, he struck a thug squarely in the chin, blocking the machete the thug was about to strike him, and then, with a powerful kick, he slammed the thug against the wall.

"Click-click!" Taking advantage of the moment when his back hit the wall, Zhang Chang'an decisively took a step back, loaded the gun, and fired directly at his chest.

"Bang!" The thug's chest, along with the wall behind him, exploded.

After Zhang Chang'an controlled the gun, he immediately turned and kicked to the side.

"Crack!!" Wood chips danced in the mist as the thug's corpse completely crushed the broken wooden wall, leading to the room behind.

Zhang Chang'an slipped inside in a flash.

"Bang bang bang..." In the corridor behind, the thugs, no longer caring about accidentally hitting their own men, fired wildly, but all their shots missed.

The dilapidated room Zhang Chang'an crawled into didn't have much smoke; instead, it was filled with the glow of whale oil lamps from the streetlights that seeped in through the broken windows and walls.

From the company's direction, the gunfire and various chaotic fighting sounds were even more intense than before.

Without hesitation, Zhang Chang'an moved along the broken wooden wall, listening to the commotion outside while continuing to load his rifle. After taking only a few steps, he suddenly pulled back the buttstock: "Click, click..."

"Bang!" Another spot on the wall shattered violently as the flames from the gun barrel shot out.

Behind the wall, a thug who was about to rush towards the breach in the wall to chase after Zhang Chang'an was hit by a shotgun blast that shattered half of his hip, causing him to fall to the ground with half of his leg.

Seeing this, Zhang Chang'an decisively freed his right hand and punched the hole hard.

"Crack!" The breach widened, and not only that, he instantly grabbed another thug by the neck behind the wall and yanked him into the room.

"Fuck..."

"Crack!" Wood chips and dust flew everywhere. Before the thug could even struggle, he crashed through the wall and flew into the room.

Zhang Chang'an cocked his gun and fired a shot that brought the man to his knees in the room.

Up in the corridor, the remaining thugs, including those waiting on the stairs below, saw the smoke gradually thinning, but the sounds of loading guns, gunshots, and even heavy punches and kicks continued unabated.

Zhang Chang'an dodged and weaved through the fog, quickly descending the stairs.

"Bang!" He grabbed the shoulder of a thug who was about to inject drugs and flung him down the stairs, knocking down two thugs who were about to go upstairs.

"Bang bang bang bang..." Zhang Chang'an stepped over them while pulling out his revolver and firing at them.

As the crowd quieted down, at the end of the stairs below Zhang Chang'an, a street paved with gravel finally came into view.