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Chapter 422 - 422 243 Unrestricted Killing (4000)_2

Chapter 422: 243 Unrestricted Killing (4000)_2 Chapter 422: 243 Unrestricted Killing (4000)_2 “Now, it’s just me and the Fourth Elder, plus a heavily wounded Seventh Elder. I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold out much longer.”

At this moment, Charles is both worried and somewhat angry. How dare Dyson! If the old Gate Master returns from the Roca Mountain Range, he will surely kill him, twisting his head right off!

Then Charles took a deep breath and murmured to himself, “Evil Eye Fist, East Nine Gates, Eastern Alliance Plan. If the Red Vulture Fist really falls under Dyson’s control, even if the old Gate Master returns… alas, the Blood Fist has aged after all…”

Hummm!

At the intersection where the Red Vulture Fist Dojo is located, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from around the corner. Several nearby patrolling gunmen in black hurried over, one hand quickly resting on their hips.

Whoosh!

A square-headed black car abruptly charged out from around the corner.

With maximum horsepower, it fiercely thrusted into the street.

The gunmen in black didn’t hesitate, quickly drawing their guns and firing. Handgun bullets banged against the sides of the car.

As the car advanced, a trail of sparks burst in mid-air.

The car window was shattered all at once, falling like transparent rain. A bullet cut through the rain of glass shards, creating a high-speed rotating cavity in the air. Snap! It was caught firmly in a slender white hand.

A slight squeeze, and the bullet was instantly deformed under the pressure of the fingers.

Casio glanced at the gunman about ten meters to his right, who was most diligent at firing, deciding to show him what a handgun was.

With a banging semi-circle motion of his right hand, a sound similar to a bursting balloon rang in the air. The twisted and deformed bullet followed the original path it flew in from and flew back, extremely fast!

Thirty meters away, on the gray sidewalk. The assassin, who was busily using his handgun, suddenly rolled his eyes and kicked his legs.

The whole person violently recoiled backward, collapsing stiffly.

A gunman in black next to him heard the thud and quickly turned his head to look: “Ben?” The gunman hurriedly went over and was shocked to see a spray of blood and a deep bullet hole on the wall behind.

Looking down, sure enough. Ben had been shot in the head.

A bloody pitch-black hole was in the center of his forehead.

“Damn, how did he die? Are there other gunmen?

Just as the man in black was cursing, he suddenly felt a buzz in his brain, a violent roar sounded in his ears, and his head tilted to the side.

Everything went black in front of his eyes, and he fell headfirst onto Ben’s body.

That’s how he died.

In the center of the street, the car charged in all the way.

With a screech, it abruptly stopped in front of the Red Vulture Fist Dojo’s gate.

There was a ring of white walls around the dojo, and in a hidden corner of the wall, a team of four or five gunmen stood guard.

Seeing the unknown intruder drive up so abruptly,

The squad leader straight away pulled out a hand grenade and threw it out with half of his body extended. A loud explosion soon came from not far away.

The whole squad quickly rushed out from around the corner, drawing their guns ready to shoot and kill the enemy. But a rapidly approaching huge shadow fully engulfed them in the air. It was a car!

The gunmen threw Casio a hand grenade, and Casio reciprocated by gifting them a George square-headed car produced in the year 107 of the Federation calendar.

Boom!

The huge dark shape violently crashed down in the terrified eyes of the gunmen.

Crack, snap, aaaah…

The sounds of bones breaking, of screams, suddenly rose. Several unlucky guys were instantly smashed into pulp, and the only one who stood a bit further was thrown out. He kept coughing up blood painfully against the wall, it looked like he had internal injuries and probably wouldn’t live much longer.

At the door of the Dojo.

Rune just opened his mouth but said nothing. Actually, his black squared car was quite expensive, using it to smash people was too extravagant.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

Amidst the continuous gunfire on both sides, a hand was placed on Rune’s shoulder. Casio’s slender eyes slightly narrowed.

“I’ll leave the gunmen outside to you. You should be fine.”

“I’m going to go in and have a good time…”

His voice didn’t fluctuate, but what he said caused an inexplicable hairs-standing-on-end sensation. Rune nodded his head.

He weakly reminded him, “Don’t kill the wrong person.”

“I understand.”

Casio took a few steps forward, flexed his back, and trembled his muscles. Immediately, seven or eight bullets fell off him, clinking as they hit the ground. His black trench coat had become a hole-riddled garment.

Firearms had absolutely no effect on him…

Rune watched Casio’s figure from behind as he strode towards the dojo. With every step he took, it seemed as if a cloud of red mist rose around his boots. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was enveloped in a dense red haze, as if he were traversing through fog. His silhouette subtly distorted, resembling a humongous bird of prey.

Rune took a deep breath.

He knew…

Many, many lives at Red Vulture Fist Headquarters would be lost today.

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Inside the dojo, in the area nearest to the main gate. The Fifth Elder and his disciple were walking on the street, glancing at the passing black-clothed gunner squad. The youth wrinkled his brows and asked, “Master, is it right for us to do this…”

“Collaborating with those from the Evil Eye Fist, what if when the old Gate Master comes back… Besides, the Second Elder and the rest are our own…”

The Fifth Elder abruptly raised his hand to interrupt the youth’s words: “Those who fail to recognize the situation’s severity will get crushed. The thing is, we are not collaborating with those from Evil Eye Fist.”

“We are collaborating with the entire East Nine Gates!”

“In front of East Nine Gates, what does a delusional old fellow count for? Michael, you must understand the situation clearly.”

He glanced at his disciple and subtly shook his head. The Fifth Elder was disappointed that he still clung onto past sentiments during the transition of power.

“Go and get your junior Nava…”

“Yes.” The youth nodded, then made his way left along the street. It leads directly to the eastern half of the Red Vulture Fist dojo.

Suddenly.

“Who’s there!”

Bang!

Crash!

Ahh!

A series of screams rang out from the gunner squad that had just passed, causing the Fifth Elder to turn his head sharply. He saw on the street in the distance, a dark shadow flashing across the squad like lightning.

It was like a shadow reflected among the gunners, each ricocheting taking away one man’s life. The Fifth Elder’s eyes widened in shock and his body quaked, his blood rushing with power.

His limbs stretched out, about to adopt a basic combat stance.

Whoosh.

The dark shadow that was still tens of meters away now abruptly appeared before his eyes as if it had teleported. The Fifth Elder’s right hand that was slightly extended hadn’t even had the chance to form a defensive stance. That man was already quietly standing within the space formed by his arm.

Squish!

A finger drew a thin red line in the air, red silk winding around the Fifth Elder’s neck. A head was casually plucked off, its face frozen in a horrifying expression of terror.

The person holding the head took a look and casually tossed it away.

The decapitated body dropped to the ground with a thud.

The arriving White Rose gunner squad witnessed this scene and instantly raised their guns to fire. The team leader even held a submachine gun, bullets rapidly formed a curtain of fire in the air.

All of the bullets were concentrated, burst out from the gun muzzle with unanimous firings, all aiming towards a single point.

Casio remained standing in place, only reaching out with his hands, his index fingertips glistened with ruby-like luster. Gently wriggling in mid-air, two red spots entrancingly sliced through the air.

The bullets hit him all over his body with a pattering noise.

Casio’s expression remained unchanged, not even a tremor as he retreated, standing as still as a rigid and heavy statue.

“Does a fingernail correspond to a Death Fang?”

He mumbled some incomprehensible words to himself, then left an afterimage in the next second, traversing more than ten meters with a whoosh.

Within the enlarged pupils of the gunners, Casio’s left hand moved like it was conducting a symphony. His fingers lightly prodded, brushing past the arms holding the guns.

With a flash of red light, the arms of three gunners were cut off instantly.

Along with the firearms, they fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before they could even scream.

Casio’s right hand moved forward again, pulling a bewitchingly terrifying red line slowly across their necks, spinning slightly.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

Several human fountains burst open, releasing a once-in-a-lifetime spray of blood.