Chapter 1080: Chapter 351: Rome Breaks into the West (3)_2

"Where’s your boss?"

A gang member shakily pointed in a direction.

"I saw him run south."

"South?"

Ecstasy muttered for a moment.

"I’ll go after the boss and finish him. You two take the townspeople and make sure these guys don’t slip away."

Tears: "You’re going alone? Better not be finished by the boss, or we’ll have to clean up after you."

Ecstasy drew out an oversized revolver from his waist, spun it around, and pulled a cigar from a gangster’s chest to light it and put it in his mouth.

"What a joke. I’ve learned new skills from Dante. A small-time gang leader is a piece of cake."

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The noon sun burned the entire desert, its scorching heat seemed to dry every drop of water in the human body. Even the remaining shrubs were curled up by the sunlight.

As Martin fled, he didn’t even have the time to commandeer a car, relying only on his legs to sprint across Sunset Mountain, kicking up dust all the way, hoping to find a hiding spot in the valley to escape this calamity.

"Wait for it, you bunch of lowlifes. Sooner or later, I’ll kill all the scumbags in town!"

Just thinking about his gang dying due to such humiliating tactics got him furious.

Just wait till he survives. He’ll rally another crew and then bloodbath Dust Town!

Hang every person who dared to resist him on the streets.

But soon, Martin stopped in his tracks because in the distance, at the edge of the desert, past air distorted by the sun’s heat, a man wearing a cowboy hat appeared leisurely.

This time, Ecstasy had taken off his infiltration helmet, looking less abstract.

Martin placed his hand on his waist, eyes fixed on the approaching person. He remembered this guy, one of the three who charged ahead earlier.

When the distance between them had closed to 50 meters, Martin spoke first.

"Just you?"

"Yes."

Ecstasy had been riding a motorcycle to catch up ahead of the opponent.

Their eyes clashed across the space, neither making a move first, lips cracked, foreheads beading with sweat under the relentless sun, streaming down to the corners of their eyes, but neither dared to blink.

The air was thick with a murderous atmosphere, only the wind dared to move.

"You’ve got guts."

Martin’s fingers trembled slightly on his waist.

"But in Saint Louis, no one’s gun is faster than mine, so you’ve come the wrong way."

Ecstasy, with the cigar in his mouth, moved his lips with indifference.

"You can try."

Then his lips twitched.

"Ooo↑ ooo→ ooo↓ ooo↓ ooo↓~~~ la la la~~"

Martin, puzzled by seeing the opponent seemingly singing some tune, frowned deeply.

"What are you doing?"

"Composing a BGM for your impending departure from life."

A tumbleweed rolled between them, this invasive species still thriving in 2076.

The rolling dry grass acted like a referee, signaling the start of the shooting.

Martin moved first, and indeed, his quick-draw was fast. With the aid of a prosthetic right hand and Sianweistan enhancements, he could fire six shots in 0.13 seconds, all hitting the target, too fast for human eyes to see.

The young boy from Dust Town didn’t lie, a reputation is forged through battle.

Bam bam bam!!!

Ecstasy didn’t even see how the opponent drew his gun. By the time he reacted, bullets were already flying toward his forehead. He hadn’t installed Sianweistan because he couldn’t afford it, making it impossible to dodge the opponent’s bullets.

Seeing this, Martin’s mouth twisted into a proud smile; six bullets, all hitting the head, what does heavy body armor matter?

It still means death.

This is the fate of opposing Six-handed Martin!

But the expected head-shot scene didn’t appear, steel bullets seemed to strike an iron wall, shattering into fragments.

Six bullets produced six sparks.

The only damage was the torn synthetic skin revealing the alloy skull beneath, as well as sending Ecstasy stumbling back, his head dizzy.

???

Seeing this scene, Martin, losing his cool, shouted curses.

"Screwing you..."

But the unprincipled Ecstasy shook his head, cleared his mind, and then slowly pulled out a gun from his waist, casually firing a shot.

Boom!

Also a revolver, but its blast was several times brighter than Martin’s, the sound echoing across the desert.

Because the entire gun contained only one bullet—a high-explosive incendiary round.

A thumb-thick, red-tipped bullet hit Martin’s chest, he didn’t even get to finish his last words before blossoming into a firework, his body bursting into pieces, blood and gore scattering everywhere.

Ecstasy returned the gun to face level, pretentiously removed his cigar, blew smoke from the barrel, and said,

"Sorry, buddy, my game is about numbers."

We Super Earth Romans sure have the moves!

This battle was a resounding victory, killing gang leader Martin Sicker, capturing 17 gang members, killing 22.

Aside from guns and vehicles, we seized a batch of around twenty General Motors Company engines yet to be sold, along with numerous components.

Casualties were few. When the Jing Luo trio drove the gang members back to Dust Town, the townspeople thought the Black Blood Gang was coming for revenge, initially hiding back in their homes, afraid to open their doors.

It was only after seeing the town’s accompanying pastor and familiar faces in the convoy that they realized what had happened.

Disbelievingly, they pushed open windows and peeked out several times before stepping onto the street. They surrounded the convoy until it was impenetrable, and the Jing Luo trio had to get out and escort the gang members to the square for execution.