boyutpedia Chapter 16 Showing Off the Power
Chapter 16 Showing Off the Power
The group walked out of the camp, and after a few steps they heard a very penetrating whistling sound, which was emitted by a steam engine-driven whistle.
"Looks like things' gotten pretty bad on their end, they've made a big fuss about it!"
Upon hearing this voice, Old Man Xiao blurted out, his tone tinged with excitement, because this at least meant that the rebellious group had not been completely eliminated, and there might even be a trend of the rebellion expanding.
This is also good news for Fang Jianqiu.
Suddenly, Fang Jianqiu said:
"Watch out, five more are coming!"
Old Man Xiao also looked ahead, but in his eyes, there were only a few flickering lights.
The old man had some doubts:
"This looks to be thirty or forty feet tall, how can you even see it clearly? It's good to be young."
Fang Jianqiu not only knew their number at a glance, but he could also see their faces clearly:
"It's a pity that Jack, who harmed the mute girl, isn't inside."
Although his eyesight was already good, the fact that he could see so clearly from a distance of a hundred meters, even at night, could only mean that the Sword-Brightening Rune's modification of his physique was already showing signs of exceeding that of ordinary people...
Without much to say, Fang Jianqiu found a tree nearby as cover and raised his gun to aim at the foreigners.
"Brother Fang, you're going to fight right here?" Xiao Yuanshan's mind was a little blank; he couldn't even tell if the other person was a human or a dog.
"Okay, Brother Xiao, just keep an eye out for any that slip through the net." Before Xiao Yuanshan could reply, Fang Jianqiu pulled the trigger.
Flashes of light and smoke erupted from the gun, and the brass bullet faithfully reached its target.
"Those damn pigs, I had an appointment with them today..."
One of the foreigners was interrupted when a bloody hole exploded in his chest, leaving him completely exposed.
The bullet continued its trajectory, piercing through another foreigner behind him.
The bullet, obstructed by flesh and blood, deviated slightly and struck the second foreigner in the hip, shattering him completely.
He screamed in agony, his lower body went numb instantly, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.
The foreigner next to him was instantly splattered with warm blood on his face and body.
"Ugh... Ah!!"
After a brief pause, he let out what was perhaps the loudest scream of his life.
This horrifying scene even left the other three people frozen in place, completely at a loss.
But death will not wait for them.
"Click~ Ding!"
Fang Jianqiu turned the trigger, and the scalding brass cartridge case was ejected, landing at his feet.
Without needing to aim precisely, he simply focused his gaze on the person and pulled the trigger again.
"Bang! Splat!"
The foreigner who screamed the loudest was shot in the head; his skull exploded like a ripe watermelon, with brain matter and bone fragments scattering everywhere.
The other two seemed to finally realize what was happening, and instead of fighting back, they tried to escape, but it was too late.
Two more gunshots rang out, and the dirt road fell silent once more.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Fang Jianqiu was still taken aback by the domineering power of the Hextech Blade, which is why he was a little slow to fire his second shot.
That 200% power increase is truly unreasonable, giving an old relic that still uses black powder as ammunition and has a low propellant charge a power comparable to a modern rifle.
He easily pierced through both men with a single shot.
And most importantly... life steal.
When he fired the first shot, he could clearly feel a faint warm current flowing through his body as the two overseers fell to the ground after being shot.
The scratches and abrasions from working in the sugarcane fields healed instantly.
This is the significance of having a top-three win rate in Prismatic Runes in Hextech Brawl!
"Brother Xiao, I'm going to get some more bullets. Could you keep watch over the surroundings for me?"
After quietly savoring the feeling of his injuries healing for a while, Fang Jianqiu continued his actions.
The white-haired old man beside him nodded blankly; he had become somewhat numb to Fang Jianqiu's strength.
For the sake of efficiency, Fang Jianqiu did not take out the long gun again, but simply removed the bullets from the revolvers at the waists of those people.
These bullets could be used directly in lever rifles, which is one of the key reasons why the Winchester 1873 was called "the gun that won the West".
Five revolvers, thirty bullets, plus Fang Jianqiu's own twenty-odd bullets, were more than enough.
For a plantation of this size, the total security force was actually no more than forty people, and Fang Jianqiu alone had almost taken care of a quarter of them.
The group then continued on their way, but instead of following the dirt road, they went directly across the sugarcane field.
Shortly after they left, two foreigners on horseback arrived on the dirt road. If Fang Jianqiu were still alive, he would have recognized them as two of the six security guards who had escorted him to the plantation on the first day.
At this moment, the two men naturally noticed the kerosene lamp that had fallen in the distance, and they hurried closer:
"My God, all five of them are dead! Shit, look at that guy, his head's gone?!"
"This has really gotten out of hand; there's still a commotion on the other side!"
"That's nothing! They're just a bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys rushing to their deaths! Damn it, this is the important part!"
The two men looked extremely grim.
Five people died, which may not seem like many, but these were all white overseers, not the laborers who were treated like consumables.
"Mark, should we look ahead?"
"Um... I still need to check on the pig camp up ahead, what if the boss asks?"
After being startled for a while, the two decided to go and take a look anyway.
Meanwhile, the group encountered another patrol of two men, and Fang Jianqiu was once again taken down by two shots, without even a chance to retaliate.
"You'll arrive just by passing through this sugarcane field!"
Xiao Yuanshan took the lead and got down to the ground, and Fang Jianqiu quickly followed.
The cloying smell of sugarcane in the air grew stronger and stronger.
Fang Jianqiu could already faintly hear the roar of the steam-powered sugar presses. Even though an unusual event had occurred at the plantation, these sugar factories had not stopped operating.
Fang Jianqiu and the others soon arrived at the edge of the sugarcane field.
He pushed aside the sugarcane leaves in front of him, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink instantly, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.
Under the moonlight, an iron cage, not much bigger than a dog cage, sat next to the steam boiler of the sugar factory.
The boiler's iron sheet was glowing red-hot; the heat escaping from it was enough to turn the iron cage into a steamer.
Inside the cage, a young man was curled up, motionless. Judging from his figure, it was Ye Lang.
His clothes were soaked through, clinging tightly to his body, it was hard to tell whether it was from sweat or steam. His skin was scalded red, with large blisters in some places, and even some of the skin and flesh were rolled up.
In front of the sugar factory, two men with double-barreled shotguns were smoking cigarettes and chatting leisurely; they were the guards specifically assigned to watch over the sugar factory.
There should be one more.
Xiao Yuanshan reminded the silent but increasingly intimidating young man beside him.
"Yes, he'll come out."
Fang Jianqiu didn't say another word. He lifted Winchester, and two gunshots rang out in quick succession. The two guards fell to the ground almost simultaneously.
"Fuck! What's going on?!"
The remaining guard, holding a shotgun, hurriedly ran out of the sugar factory, his trousers still half-pulled up at the waist.
Then he saw a black-haired youth holding a revolver in his right hand, aiming it at him.
"Shit, wait..."
The trigger moves back, and the hammer falls.
The bullet pierced his Adam's apple, silencing all his pleas for mercy.
"Cough... Uh!"
Blood and froth flowed from the hole in his throat. He tried in vain to cover it with his hands, but blood oozed out from between his fingers. He collapsed to his knees, convulsed a few times, and then remained still.
Fang Jianqiu didn't look at the guy again, but walked straight towards the iron cage.
"Brother Ye!"
As Fang Jianqiu drew closer, a scorching heat wave swept over them, distorting the air inside the cage.
The person in the cage did not respond.
The loud gunshot hadn't even woken him up; the situation had deteriorated to an extreme degree.