activa-t Chapter 26 A Stranger Executed Immediately
Chapter 26 A Stranger Executed Immediately
Before Zhou Xing could even finish uttering the words "immediately behead," his hand had already swiftly swept across his armpit like lightning.
The gun barrel had just been raised...
Tao Zhugong's fat face twitched, and his obese body suddenly slid to the left, so fast it was almost inhuman, like a puppet being pulled by strings.
"Bang!"
The bullet grazed his silk sleeve and struck the ebony cabinet, sending wood chips flying and revealing a hot bullet embedded in the surface.
Unlike a human reaction, it's as if something is pulling him.
Since their movements are so unpredictable, let's find some helpers.
Zhou Xing didn't even blink. He swung the gun horizontally towards the door and fired two shots, "Bang! Bang!"
It missed.
The moment Zhou Xing fired the shot, the three little ones had already jumped out the door.
One shot hit the door frame, sending splinters of wood flying and splattering all over the second son's face; another shot hit the threshold stone, sending sparks flying.
"Fuck! Get him!"
The eldest brother couldn't take it anymore. With a roar, he shrunk back and jumped into the doorway, his pistol spitting out a string of fire.
The second and third brothers also opened fire at the same time!
Bullets swept in like water.
But after firing two shots, Zhou Xing had already touched the ground with his toes and rolled like a cat, hiding behind a wooden cabinet.
Bullets chased his shadow, sending wood chips flying from the desk, account books exploding into white butterflies, and the green gauze lamp shattering with a "crack," plunging the light into darkness.
Several bullets and stray bullets whistled past the desk and headed straight for Tao Zhugong, who had just regained his footing!
Tao Zhugong's face turned ashen. He quickly waved his silk sleeves, and a cold wind billowed from them, deflecting the two bullets and sending them hitting the wall.
Several stray bullets narrowly missed them.
They were indeed very lucky.
"Idiot! Aim carefully before you shoot!"
Tao Zhugong roared and hid behind his sandalwood desk, losing all composure as a shopkeeper.
Inside the cramped room, the deafening gunfire filled the air as bullets flew through the air, striking the hardwood, brass, and brick walls.
The muffled thuds, clanging sounds, and shrieking noises were all mixed together.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, dust, and scraps of paper.
Zhou Xing leaned against the dilapidated thick bookcase, listening intently as it unfolded.
With a shiver down his spine and a slight twitch of his ears, he could clearly "hear" the trajectory of the bullet and the enemy's position.
It's like a picture forming inside your ear.
"Click".
It was the sound of the second brother changing the magazine.
Zhou took action.
Without showing his head, he flashed the muzzle of his gun out from the side of the cover and, relying on his sense of direction, roughly fired in the direction from which the sound came!
"Bang!"
"Well!"
The second brother groaned in pain as his thigh burst open, spraying blood everywhere.
At the same time, Tao Zhugong bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the cracked bronze abacus. He dipped his finger in the blood and wrote rapidly, uttering a low growl:
"Five ghosts, heed my command! Move and protect your master!"
A sudden draft of cold air rose indoors.
The air around Zhou Xing froze, as if hundreds of hands were reaching out to pull him out of the cover.
He lowered his waist and hips, rooting himself to the ground, and with a backhand swing of the Gong family short sword, a flash of cold light appeared as it sliced through the "stagnant" area.
"Sizzle."
The blade made a soft sound as it passed, like tearing through thin silk, and the chilling wind dissipated slightly.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tao Zhugong stepped back, his fat body suddenly pulled backward at great speed, crashing heavily into the towering ebony cabinet.
The cabinet slid open silently, revealing a dark hole. He stumbled and fell in, and the cabinet door slammed shut instantly.
Want to run?
Zhou Xing suddenly jumped up from behind the desk!
Instead of pursuing Tao Zhugong, they went straight for the three gunmen in the triangular formation!
The distance was too close; the gun was no longer convenient.
The third brother turned his gun around, and Zhou Xing was already in front of him. He parried with his left hand with his short knife, deflecting the gun barrel, and then slammed the heavy gun butt of his right hand hard into the third brother's nose.
The third brother raised his arm to block, but as if struck by a heavy hammer, he groaned and stumbled backward.
Zhou Xing put away his weapons, used the third brother's body as cover, and with a quick movement, he flashed in front of the injured second brother!
The second brother, shot in the thigh, was the most immobile. Seeing Zhou Xing lunge at him, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left fist protecting his face, while his right fist delivered a powerful blow straight to Zhou Xing's chest, the wind whistling as a loud explosion resounded in the air!
He actually wanted to trade his injuries for Zhou Xing's, hoping to delay him.
Zhou Xingqian's momentum remained undiminished; with a sway of his waist like a swimming fish, he crossed the center line.
The left hand, like a vine wrapping around a branch, grasped the second brother's wrist. A Wing Chun clap followed by a circle, a twist and a release, dissipating the impact.
At the same time, his footwork continued uninterrupted, and he had already cut into his arms.
The second brother missed his punch, slightly lost his balance, and was greatly alarmed. He quickly lowered his elbow and pressed down, while his other hand, with fingers like a knife, stabbed towards Zhou Xing's throat.
Zhou Xing raised his right arm, his forearm like an iron bolt, and with a "snap" parried the hand knife aimed at his throat.
The second brother's arm went numb as he felt a powerful and cunning force penetrate him.
The gunshot wound and the physical altercation caused his knees to buckle and his lower body to lose its balance.
With a twist of his waist and legs, Zhou Xing's left hand rose from his waist and delivered a short, violent punch, striking the second brother's heart.
The intent of the fist is concentrated, and the power penetrates to the very tip of the fist!
"Thump!"
A muffled thud, like a drum breaking.
The second son's eyes bulged out, and he collapsed limply, his heart already broken.
"Second brother!"
The eldest brother roared and kicked away the chair that was in his way. His foot jabbed like a spear, aiming straight for Zhou Xing's waist.
Zhou Xing neither dodged nor evaded, his waist and abdomen slightly contracted, and he activated the [Human Puppet Appearance] technique, his skin and flesh instantly tightening like iron, taking the kick head-on.
"Bang!"
The dull thud was like that of leather.
Zhou Xing swayed, his blood and qi surging.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from the right.
It was the third brother's fist, powerful and heavy, aimed straight at his temple.
Zhou Xing turned to the right, his arm whipping out like a whip, his forearm muscles suddenly tensing to take the punch head-on.
"Snapped!"
Fists and arms clashed.
The third brother felt as if he had struck a solid iron rod covered in cowhide, and his fist went numb.
Using the force of the impact, Zhou Xing turned to the left, his elbow like a spear and his shoulder like a hammer, smashing towards the boss's face!
Wing Chun shoulder strike!
The eldest brother dodged and retreated quickly, narrowly avoiding the attack, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Zhou Xing spotted an opening and darted forward.
In a flash, he slipped through the gap between the three men and rushed towards the door.
This series of exchanges was swift and decisive, lasting only a few breaths.
He touched his armpit, turned around and fired two more shots. The eldest and third brothers rolled on the spot and hid behind the house.
"There's not much time to waste; we need to stick with Tao Zhugong."
Zhou Xing, still catching his breath, was about to turn and leave when he caught a glimpse of a nearly collapsed cabinet in the corner...
Half a pale face peered out through the cracks in the broken wooden planks, looking over in terror.
It's He Jiu.
Their eyes met, and He Jiu trembled, his lips quivering:
"Spare me..."
"Bang!"
A red dot exploded between He Jiu's eyebrows, and the back of his head hit the broken wood with a thud.
Zhou Xing holstered his gun and turned to leave.
"I'll spare you."
"Who the hell is going to spare me?"
He rushed two steps, and just as he turned past the counter, a cold wind rose again in front of him.
Two men in black robes slid out from the rope ladder. They wore faceless masks and held a slender Miao knife in one hand and a flintlock pistol in the other.
Their movements were rigid yet swift; the Miao swords pierced the air silently, and the short guns pointed straight at the heart.
The "bodyguards" of the ghost market have arrived.
Zhou Xing spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
With a push of his feet, he leaped to the side like a monkey, grabbing a rope hanging from the ceiling with one hand.
Use your waist and abdomen to swing violently.
"Bang! Bang!"
The lead bullets grazed the soles of my shoes and struck the cabinet shelves with a thud.
Using the momentum of the swing, Zhou Xing pushed off the edge of the cabinet with his toes and leaped into the air towards the man in black robes.
A man in black robes raised his sword to stab, but Zhou Xing loosened the rope, twisted in mid-air, drew his short sword, and struck the weak spot of the Miao sword with a clang, deflecting the blade.
With his other hand, he grabbed the wrist holding the gun, and with a twist and a squeeze, he unleashed a burst of power!
The sound of bones breaking echoed as the pistol fell to the ground.
Zhou Xing landed, lowered his waist and twisted his body, sweeping his leg to knock the black-robed man horizontally in mid-air. A flash of cold light from his short knife slashed across the man's neck.
There was no gushing of blood, only a dark, viscous liquid seeping out, and the man in the black robe collapsed.
A whooshing sound echoed through the air.
Another man in black robes swung his sword and slashed down.
Zhou Xingting had already sensed the wind from the blade. Without parrying or blocking, he crouched low, lowered his body, and darted into the black-robed man's arms like a fish.
He used his shoulder and back to deliver a vicious backhand strike.
Bang!
The man in the black robe staggered backward from the impact.
Zhou Xing swung the short knife upwards, the tip precisely piercing through the jaw gap and penetrating straight into the skull.
The man in black robes stopped abruptly and fell backward.
Zhou Xing drew his sword and charged towards the entrance where Tao Zhugong had disappeared without looking back.