Chapter 39： I'm here to kill (please read on!)

Chapter 39 I Come to Kill (Please read more!)

Wow!

The stray dog ​​appeared again.

It wagged its tail and rushed to Chen Lun's feet.

"Have you left yet? Just in time, I need your help with something."

He stroked the dog's head.

Then the fingers moved slightly, and the fingertips shimmered.

Opening his mouth slightly, he let out a loud meow.

Meow!

Meow!

There were responses from all directions.

Then countless green eyes emerged in the darkness.

Connie and Floy were taken aback.

There were thirty or forty stray cats of various colors surrounded them.

"They will **** you back, don't worry."

Chen Lun turned to look at the two girls.

"Ah... this, is this all true?"

Connie was taken aback for a moment, and then a little dizzy.

Tonight is really like a dream.

Encountered danger and experienced rescue, witnessed a dangerous battle, and at this time was surrounded by so many kittens to go home!

Wow!

The stray dog ​​is like a leading brother, leading other cats to wander around Floy and Connie's feet.

It seems to be expressing, don’t worry, big brother, with us, there will be no colored dogs to harass them!

"Be careful, you."

Floy said softly.

Chen Lun nodded and gave him a reassuring look.

I just don’t know if Floyd can understand it…

Then Floyd took Connie and left with the cats and dogs.

Seeing them disappear from view, Chen Lun bent down to pick up a trumpet gun on the ground.

【Storm Fire-Homemade Musket】

Item Description: The gunpowder flintlock gun that the craftsmen have researched and built by themselves. With rough craftsmanship and unique ideas, this weapon has been created.

The extended muzzle enables it to have powerful kills at close range, and there is no limit to ammunition.

A handful of crushed iron sand will blow people into slag!

Of course, its trivial flaws are that it is unstable, easy to explode, and a bit laborious...

After reading the description, Chen Lun couldn't help but think of that pair of iron fist gloves.

"Crazy hand...couldn't it be used in conjunction with this thing?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was.

At the same time, I also admire the craftsmen who made these two things.

This brain circuit is absolutely perfect...

He turned around and took a look at the signboard of "Underwater Beach" beside the stairs, and walked straight down.

When he actually entered the beach, his first impression of it was that it was dirty and smelly!

A stench came directly to his nostrils.

Chen Lun frowned slightly, and quickened his pace.

Passed a lot of bungalows along the way, most of which are dilapidated.

Because the lamp holders will not come here to light the lamps, these residents will hang a simple lantern at the door of their house.

It's like a candle with a fishbowl on it.

The faint light is facing the huge and spacious "sewage moat" across the embankment aisle. Not far away was a signboard with colored lights flashing, and the words "Flower and Bird Tavern" could be vaguely seen.

Not long after, Chen Lun came to the door of the tavern and pushed open the door.

Bang!

Noisy and heat waves are coming.

The inside was full of excitement, and it was very lively.

It is completely opposite to the dead silence and coldness outside, like two worlds.

A group of drunken drinkers glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to immerse themselves in the joy of gambling and molesting the maids.

"Hey, handsome boy, what do you want to play?"

The proprietress, who was dressed up beautifully, came over and asked with a flattering smile.

A trace of vigilance flashed in her eyes.

Although the black-haired young man is in tatters, his appearance and temperament are obviously incompatible with the environment here. Coupled with the coldness emanating from his body at this time, it makes people tremble a little.

"Ma'am, is this the stronghold of the Iron Fist Gang?"

Chen Lun said politely and softly.

The proprietress of the tavern leaned closer, and the smell of inferior perfume on her body was a bit pungent, making him want to sneeze.

"This... sir? Did you go to the wrong place?"

The proprietress denied it flatly, showing a forced smile.

She had a strong premonition in her heart, this man is definitely looking for trouble!

The police officer of the public security station? Or a guy from another gang?

Chen Lun smiled at her, pushed her away and walked straight in.

He already got the answer from this woman's performance.

"Sir? Sir! Where are you going!?"

The proprietress suddenly panicked. She felt that she couldn't stop the man, so she ran back to the counter.

He took out an old-fashioned walkie-talkie from the lower drawer, and prepared to inform the members of the Iron Fist Gang in the inner courtyard.

Squeak!

At this time, several **** mice jumped out and bit her palm.

"Ah! Damn it!"

The proprietress was startled, and the walkie-talkie fell to the ground in pain.

Then the mice immediately lifted it up, like carrying a coffin, and quickly fled away.

"??"

The proprietress was stunned.

"Mouse...mouse stole my walkie-talkie!?"

Chen Lun violently pushed away the drinkers and maids who were blocking the way, causing a crowd of shouts and exclamations.

"Brat!"

A sloppy alcoholic who looked like he hadn't showered for decades stared at him, and stretched out his hand to grab Chen Lun's collar to teach him a lesson.

But a flintlock gun was directly on his forehead.

"Sir? If you want to die, I can help you."

Chen Lun smiled.

"I'm sorry!"

The alcoholic was sweating all over his heels, and the raised hand retreated to his chest, showing an ugly smile and slowly retreating.

"what-!"

Screams sounded.

The maid in the shop was scared and hid when she saw this scene. The other drinkers also got up and walked away in a hurry, making a lot of noise.

Chen Lun ignored them and continued walking inside.

Many cautious drinkers had already predicted that something was wrong, and quietly left the tavern.

Chen Lun walked through the back kitchen and took a kitchen knife.

Then pushed open the door and came to the courtyard.

"Who!?"

A question came.

There were members of the Iron Fist Gang hitting wooden targets in the open space of the inner courtyard, and they looked over when they heard the sound of the door opening.

"Your good friend, Jack."

The two men in leather jackets looked at each other, one ran towards the building, and the other stepped forward.

"Jack? Don't know."

he said coldly.

"If you go wrong, get lost!"

"Oh...you can't go wrong."

Whoosh—

A cold light flashed.

A sharp kitchen knife sliced ​​across the man's throat.

The man in the leather jacket faltered a few times, and fell down clutching his neck.

Then Chen Lun threw the kitchen knife in his hand, cut through the air, and hit another person's back with a scream.

The man flew forward a few meters due to the inertia of running, twitching and lying on the ground silently.

Chen Lun strode forward.

The light from the tavern behind him came through the window, elongating his shadow and dragging it towards the building.

Passing by two large warehouses on the left and right, Chen Lun vaguely heard the sound of tinkling inside, thoughtfully.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to it now, and walked directly into the building.

At this time, there were only seven or eight members of the Tekken Gang in the hall, and the boss, Gary, was sitting on the sofa reading some materials.

"Hey! Who are you!?"

Seeing a strange man walk into his gang's territory carelessly, several members of the Iron Fist Gang who were playing cards got up quickly.

Staring at Chen Lun warily.

Gary also looked away from the information in his hand, and put it on the strange man at the door, narrowing his eyes.

"Your Excellency? Come to our Iron Fist Gang so late, what's the matter?"

“…to kill.”

(end of this chapter)