Clown Game-Chapter 68 - 59 The Battle of the Four Kingdoms IV
Chapter 68: Chapter 59: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms IV
Chapter 68 -59: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms IV
Wang San struggled to get up, the dizziness in his head not yet completely dispersed. It might have been due to fear, or maybe pain, but either way, all the muscles in his body trembled. There was a pool of blood on the ground, extending from his own feet out the door, and not far from this pool of blood, there was a gun.
Wang San was a man who didn’t like to think things through. To put it in the words of the people around him, he was like a “beast.” If translated more nicely, that meant he was simple, direct, but not necessarily effective.
So according to the current situation, his brain instinctively made the following thoughts:
1. There’s someone outside the door.
2. He wants to kill me.
3. There’s a gun on the ground.
These three things merged into one very simple, direct conclusion, which was: “Damn it! I’m going to take him down!”
Fear is a magical thing. It can crush a person in an instant but can also bestow a surreal courage. At this moment, Wang San felt a rush of blood to the head, a mysterious force surging through his body like a dying man’s last burst of energy. He pounced on the handgun like a wild dog and rolled on the spot.
Almost simultaneously, the “tattooed man” outside flashed in front of the door, gathering his strength and kicked the door open.
A desperado.
A dying wild dog.
In that instant, gunshots rang out, spewing brilliant flames, and under the ghastly light, a splash of red was added.
This was the first gunshot of the night.
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In the largest conference room at the top floor near the glass edge, the three men with small mustaches had already taken over the place.
The conference room was tiered, with three doors, one of which was blocked from the inside by an iron table. The other two doors were opposite each other and both were wide open.
Two rows of tables were moved to the corridor outside the main door and were stacked tightly against each other.
Inside the meeting room, a man in a vest was idly fiddling with a long knife. His solid muscles were exposed, and his cheeks were covered with stubble, looking unkempt but exuding a special masculine charm.
At this time.
“Bang bang bang!!!”
A series of gunshots went off.
But the vest-wearing man seemed completely unaffected, flipping the long knife in the air around his wrist before it returned to his hand.
“They’ve started fighting on both sides!” he said absentmindedly.
The man with the small mustache leaned on the chair, legs crossed, with an expression of indifference.
“It’s those three foolhardy idiots,” he said.
Then, after a few seconds.
“Hm?” He paused, then sat up.
“What’s up?” the vest-wearing man said, running his thumb along the edge of the blade, causing a shallow cut and then rubbing it with his finger.
The small-mustachioed man thought for a moment, shrugged and leaned back into his chair. “Two men from the Qing Gang didn’t fire their guns,” he said nonchalantly.
“Why’s that?” the vest-wearing man asked casually.
The small-mustachioed man crossed his legs again: “Don’t know. They probably were dead before they could shoot, or maybe they got separated, or it might have something to do with that explosion earlier… Who cares.”
“Oh…” the vest-wearing man responded, not really caring anymore, he shook the knife in his hand, and feeling bored, casually flicked his wrist. A flash of cold light passed, and a corner of the table was neatly sliced off.
“How much longer do we have to wait…” he said with a sour face.
Seeing his impatient look, the small-mustachioed man smiled helplessly: “Don’t be anxious, Boss Zhou said that ‘those people’ would be at the auction!”
“Tank-top Man” smirked after hearing the phrase “those people.”
“I know, or I wouldn’t have come!” he said, eager to give it a try. “That crazy guy.”
His words had just faded.
“Ratatat…” a burst of *gunfire* sounded, followed by a scream of agony.
The man with the small mustache frowned.
At that moment, a man with a scarred face walked into the conference room. Seeing the two people inside, one lying down and one sitting, both looking so relaxed, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
“Hey! Someone’s coming!” he yelled, clearly reluctant.
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The man with the small mustache let out a lazy “stretching” noise and sluggishly stood up.
“Let’s go… check it out!”
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In a room along the hallways, two corridors away from where the fire extinguisher had exploded, there was a fat man.
He lay motionless on the ground.
“Bang bang bang bang!!”
A series of gunshots rang out, seeming to jolt him awake somewhat.
“Ugh…” The fat man groaned, supporting his hefty body to sit up.
His head was throbbing at the back; he reached to touch it and his hand came away covered in blood.
“Damn it…” he cursed, then peeked out towards the direction of the recent gunshots.
He shouldn’t have looked. He caught sight of three individuals:
One with tattoos, another looking as if he had kidney issues, and a sturdy one with a face full of horizontal flesh. They all backed away from the wall, coming into his view, shooting in the direction they faced.
Without much thought, the fat man followed his instinct to “fire at the enemy.” He let loose a barrage of bullets.
But since he had just woken up and was still groggy, his aim was off, and only a stray bullet struck the tattooed man’s thigh.
The tattooed man screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and returned fire in the direction of the fat man.
“They’ve set an ambush…!!!” shouted the man who looked like he had kidney issues.
He fired wildly while disappearing from the fat man’s view.
The next second, another bloodied body charged from that direction, his body full of holes, his innards clearly ruptured, blood gushing from his mouth and all the orifices, standing amid the hail of bullets like a dying, struggling wild dog.
Then… he collapsed.
The fat man quickly shuffled and crawled over because he recognized the man as Wang San.
He leaned against the corner, trying not to expose himself to the sight of the three men from earlier.
Wang San lifted his head, saw the fat man, and his eyes widened.
He knew he was close to death, but his straightforward way of thinking told him he needed to do something with the little time he had left.
So, he thought of that incredibly horrifying smile.
Wang San mustered his last bit of energy, twisted his spent body, and pointed in the direction from which he had run.
“Don’t go that way…”
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