Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Wendigo Lecter.

Neither of them treated ordinary people as human beings. The difference was that Wendigo treated ordinary people as "food," while Joffrey treated them as pets. The way he tossed money down the drain was like a fishkeeper throwing food into a fish tank and then watching with great interest as the fish scrambled for it, a satisfied smile on his face.

"This world is like a giant pyramid, enveloping us all."

Joffrey's smile hadn't faded when he turned his head and looked down at the girl in front of him with a condescending gaze. "Did you notice? Those sitting on the first floor are all gamblers with little money. A little bit of money that slips through my fingers is enough to make them splatter their brains out."

"The second floor is for wealthy and powerful guests. They can sit in higher places and watch the fighting and bloodshed below."

"After this is over, there might be a few guests on the second floor who want to see me again and have a second round or something... They are closer to me, and for these people, gambling is secondary; their real purpose in coming here is to see me and talk to me."

"And then there are us, the people sitting on the third floor."

Joffrey tapped his knife lightly twice on the glass, making a clinking sound, and his smile grew increasingly fierce, as if he were about to devour someone.

"I can control this casino at will. People, things, money—everything—I have the final say. It's the same outside of here. In this city, what I say goes; who I want, I can have!"

"Just a marriage contract, sleeping with me a few times, and bearing me a few children... and you can be promoted directly from the first level to the third level. I couldn't have made myself clearer, Miss Dietersdorf?"

……

“I earn enough to support myself by performing in plays,” Evelyn said calmly, unfazed. “After your pyramid collapses, how will you support yourself?”

“Ha…haha…” Joffrey smirked, as if he had heard an incredibly ridiculous joke. “Do you know what nonsense you’re spouting? The Pyramid is the Pyramid. It’s a family business built by five generations of the Osborn family. It’s as solid as a rock!”

"It's going to collapse? I'm really curious, how will it collapse?"

“Yes, it will.” Evelyn’s voice was icy, as if her thoughts had drifted far away. “There will always be brave knights charging forward, and then…”

"Smash the pyramids you have built to pieces."

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"Sheriff Gregor, look!"

Gregor Osborn, without needing the sheriff's reminder, was able to see it naturally.

"Holy..."

Across the long street, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness, holding a large sword in his right hand, nine feet and five inches long, with a calm expression and steady steps.

Facing rows of sheriffs, he walked slowly towards them all by himself, braving the howling night wind!

Chapter 503: I Murder in My Dreams!

"stop--!!"

Gregor had never encountered such an opponent before and was slightly flustered. Fortunately, his thick beard helped to conceal his micro-expressions to some extent.

Furthermore, the fact that the other party did indeed stop and remain motionless after reaching a certain position, just as he had warned, undoubtedly reassured the officers around him. The intense pressure emanating from the other party was also slightly alleviated.

"Sir, should we fire?" The young sheriff beside him gripped his rifle, looking eager to try, a sentiment shared by many.

Regardless, only one person came from the other side, and he wasn't even armed with firearms. At least in their minds, such an action was tantamount to suicide.

Everyone knew that what happened tonight would make Joffrey very uncomfortable. So, whoever could give him the head of the instigator could turn his gloomy expression to a rosy one. Joffrey was certainly strict with people, but he was also very generous when it came to rewarding his subordinates, often throwing hundreds of dollars at a time when he was in a good mood.

Who would want to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

The younger brother is only thinking about getting the credit, but as sheriff Gregor has many more things to consider. The most important thing is the number of people.

The report received indicated that a large group of relatives of the deceased miners, led by a man surnamed Huang, stormed into the mayor's office. Predictably, their next step would be straight for the Siegfried Casino.

After learning the details, Gregor dared not be careless and immediately mobilized all his manpower to set up roadblocks and ambush points along their likely route. He expected to face a large group of angry civilians, but to his surprise, only one person came.

He didn't even have any firearms on him, only a long-handled weapon that was neither a spear nor a lance.

This is unusual.

It was hard to imagine that, having come this far, the families would simply back down. After figuring out their intentions, Gregor decided not to fire first.

……

"So, you're the yellow-skinned guy who led the trouble, right?"

Having made up his mind, Gregor remained firmly seated on his horse, but instead of speaking to Zhang Renfeng, he looked around and shouted, "The others who came to the city to cause trouble, you should know that your current actions have already violated the law, right?"

"You are going against the police, against the company, against civilization! The only thing you'll end up with is death!"

"However, I haven't seen you yet. I don't know what you look like, I don't know your names. For me, people and things I haven't seen with my own eyes can be treated as if they don't exist."

"Run! You ignorant fools, do you really think you can defeat the company with such a freak?"

"Beyond us, there's the Poker Club; beyond the Poker Club, there's the Pinkerton Detectives; beyond the Pinkerton Detectives, with Mr. Roannock's connections, deploying the army to suppress the bandits would be a piece of cake! Going against the company, going against Mr. Roannock, is going against America itself! How many heads do you have to dare to get involved in something like this!"

"This is your only chance. I've given you a chance. If you dare to cause trouble with this bastard again, what awaits you won't be batons, but bullets!"

The Osborne family understood the priorities perfectly well. If they wanted to control the narrative of a city, the sheriff position had to be held by one of their own.

Moreover, they absolutely cannot be good-for-nothings.

This speech before the battle, seemingly intended to persuade the other side to surrender, was actually a way to boost the morale of his own men. Gregor certainly didn't expect that this speech would make the angry families reconsider; he simply wanted to make the young men around him understand that they had a powerful backer.

Police station, poker club, Pinkerton Detective Agency, military—a gradual escalation, the background grows larger and more reassuring.

"As for you, you damned yellow barbarian, you'd better reconsider what you're doing, and... the consequences of doing so."

Gregor lowered his voice, his threat now utterly undisguised, "Accidents like this happen two or three times a year. Trying to use this to move to the company is a pipe dream!"

"The company's foundation, the foundation accumulated by five generations of the Osborn family, is not something a little ant like you can challenge! Even a single pebble falling from the sky would be enough to crush you into dust!"

----

"You just said 'daydreaming...' right?"

Standing in the cold wind late at night, Zhang Renfeng listened to his entire story and couldn't help but chuckle. As he became more familiar with the situation, he finally understood that beneath the veneer of civilization, nothing had actually changed. In the North and the South, it was still cannibalism; only the methods were more sophisticated and the means more cruel.

“You’re right, I’ve been having the same dream… once in my hometown, once in White Torch, once in Saint Quintak, once in Three Horses, and once in Dover Valley. The more I dream about it, the more I realize I have a little problem that I can’t seem to shake.”

"Snapped!"

Zhang Renfeng ripped off the black cloth bag that had always been tied to his belt, and a ferocious, maniacal smile appeared on his lips.

"I dream of killing people!"

"boom----!!"

With a casual toss, the black cloth bag, like a deadly ball, traced a straight line through the air and struck Gregor directly.

"Woo..."

He felt himself being hit hard by something heavy and hard, and his face immediately turned ashen and he had difficulty breathing.

Upon closer inspection, the black cloth bundle had fallen to the ground, the cloth unraveling, and a human head rolled out from it. The expression before death was frozen in horror and fear, the neck had been cleanly severed, the pupils were frozen, and the cheeks were abnormally swollen, enough to show how much torture he had suffered before his death.

"It's him!" The city's sheriff and the company were essentially the same entity, so naturally someone recognized the owner of the severed head. "Jenos Osborn!"

"How...how could they dare to do such a thing..."

"vomit---!!"

The self-proclaimed security officers of a civilized city are far removed from the wild west. The glitz and glamour of their lives, their arrogance and domineering attitudes, had numbed their senses, and suddenly, they were dragged back to this harsh reality.

People die when they are killed—such a universal truth, as if they were learning it for the first time.

Unfortunately, their current advisor doesn't give them a chance to retake the course.

……

"Kill them all!!!"

A roar came from the side.

Behind the house, across the dark alley, on the rooftop... from countless treacherous corners, the assembled Ramon raiders charged out!

Meteora had no reason to let such a suitable opportunity slip by.

He rushed into the city as quickly as possible to join Zhang Renfeng and the others, providing the most basic firepower support for tonight's assault team.

The surplus equipment they couldn't handle was distributed to the families of miners who could fight; there was no turning back now. While the fire of anger still burned within them, they were determined to vent all the pent-up frustration that night.

His solo appearance and the tossing of human heads were merely a smokescreen; only Zhang Renfeng would dare to play such a trick.

He drew all the sheriffs' attention to himself, creating an opportunity for Meteora.

Gunfire erupted.

The first shot of the rebellion against the company was fired here.

Chapter 504: First, never act impulsively!

"Wow, there really are people who have so much money they're burning it out..."

At the same time that Joffrey was dropping coins from the sky, some people in the restless crowd remained unmoved and continued to sit steadily in their seats.

Mike and Calaway were undoubtedly seasoned veterans. After winning back $275 with the two young girls, they were completely satisfied for the night. For the rest of the evening, the four of them booked a whole table and spent all their winnings at the bar, exchanging them for drinks, expensive liquor, and gourmet food, filling the table to the brim.

Seeing this, others naturally knew they had come together, so they didn't join in the fun.

“Tuku has done similar things before, but he wasn’t as generous; he flipped a coin.” Alana, however, seemed unfazed. “People who don’t treat money like money generally don’t treat people like people either. This guy is probably no better.”

"So high-profile, isn't this guy afraid of being targeted?" Calaway licked his lips, tilted his head back, and looked at Joffrey up above with interest. "If I didn't have a mission, I think I could come up with a plan to rob him."

“Wait a minute…” Xiaomei had the best eyesight among them. She squinted and looked at Joffrey’s private seat on the third floor, but her attention was not on the rich young man at all. Instead, she exclaimed, “Is that Evelyn?”

"Huh?" Alana was taken aback and looked up as well. "It really is! She's here too!"

"Is this girl... one of our own?"

Calaway had only heard part of the story of White Torch, but he joined the gang after Saint Quintak and had never seen Evelyn in person. Upon seeing her from afar, he was stunned by her beauty and exclaimed, "To be able to recruit such a delicate young girl into the gang, Red Center is truly a man of great character."

"Huh?" Alana seemed to just realize what was happening, looking surprised. "Is that so?"

"Otherwise what? Even if their family has fallen on hard times, they're still descendants of nobility." For some reason, Xiaomei's tone became slightly sour at this point. "Can you imagine a girl like Evelyn hanging out with people from the Thunder Gang, the Wolf Shepherd Gang, or the Italian Gang? No way, so why can we?"

"I thought... she wanted to experience something like the warmth of family from us..." Alana was surprisingly innocent in this regard, and her face turned a little red as she spoke. "A fallen noble lady falling in love with a gang leader, it's just like a romance novel!"

"It's about half and half," the experienced Mike analyzed. "The emotions that are missing during the growth process are often made up for in various ways after growing up."

"Perhaps, in that little girl's eyes, Hongzhong can satisfy all her needs."

"However, it's probably just unrequited love." Mike spread his hands and said with great certainty, "With Hongzhong's experience, he definitely wouldn't be interested in a girl like that."

"That's hard to say. Men are simple. As long as their face and figure are okay, they're more than halfway there." Calaway, however, was unconvinced. "This girl has a good background, a pretty face, and she's one of our own. I don't think there's anything wrong with her."

"Speaking of which, we haven't seen Hong Zhong since the beginning... Is he really in the casino?"

……

thump.

Water splashed onto my face.

Mike paused for a moment before realizing that a chip had fallen from somewhere and landed in his glass.

Looking up and around, he saw nothing, but Mike already knew what was going on.

"It's probably Angel Eye's doing. That guy's really secretive." Mike grumbled as he pulled the chips from his glass. "Why didn't he just say it to my face..."

The words on the chips made Mike's expression change abruptly.

[Under the table]

With a single glance, Calaway understood immediately. Instead of crawling under the table, he reached down and groped around, eventually finding two revolvers.

“Yilan…”

"When did he release it?" Alana asked curiously.

“It was probably when we went to the bar to buy food that the only time none of the four of us were at the table… but that’s not the point.” Mike took a deep breath. For some reason, he had a premonition that this scene was bound to happen sooner or later. He wasn’t too surprised, but simply said, “Get ready, something might have happened outside.”

"Huh?" Xiaomei was clearly not prepared to deal with the sudden turn of events. "But...but...'We're here to do business, so we should try not to cause trouble and keep a low profile'—wasn't that what Mr. Hongzhong said himself? He said that, so he certainly won't act impulsively, right?"

……

“…Right?”

----

The sound of something tearing through the air came out of nowhere. Gregor sensed something was wrong and, without hesitation, jumped off his horse, rolling several times on the ground, even being trampled by his own men. But his combat instincts were intact; this humiliating escape allowed him to temporarily avoid reporting to death.

"boom----!!"

A loud bang was heard.