Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 153 Cicada, Mantis, and Yellow Bird (Part 3)
Caesar took the lead, kicking hard on the slightly rotten square table, then turned around and grabbed the chair under him and smashed it hard. This was a typical street thug fighting method, just like Jackie Chan in a furniture store, everything around him that he could touch was a weapon.
Anyone who comes from Gattuso's family seems to have this innate trait. Even if suits and money disguise them as polite gentlemen, when they really get ruthless, they will not use those so-called noble fencing tricks. Only moves that can beat the opponent to the ground and beg for mercy are good. And now, Caesar's rare anger burst out, which makes him prefer this kind of violence that hits the flesh.
Before Caesar could knock the bench into place, a fist like a steel drill came out from the center of the table. Even though his vision was blocked, he still grabbed the bench leg accurately. The square table suddenly cracked. Garrincha used his bald head to smash the old thing into pieces. Lin Fenglong screamed and rolled into the corner. Several wooden thorns pierced his face. He grimaced in pain. He was like a frightened rabbit. He didn't have time to treat the wound. He ran to the back hall. It was obvious that if he stayed here, it would not only be his face that would be injured. These two lunatics were no longer human for a subway card that was not worth anything at all.
The bench was held in each other's hands, and the violent push made the old furniture creak and crackle, and it only lasted for a few seconds before it broke into pieces. The two men stepped forward at the same time, and the strong fist wind mixed with sawdust rushed forward, and their fists fell faster than the speed of the wood blocks falling to the ground.
It was a pure collision of muscles. Even if you were not the one who inflicted the violence, you could hear the sound as if bones were cracking. It was the first time that Caesar officially engaged in a head-on collision, and he actually suffered a loss. He felt severe pain in his hand bones, which were definitely broken.
Caesar was slightly moved. It was obvious that Garrincha was far superior to him in terms of pure strength. When that punch collided, Caesar felt that he was not hitting a person at all, but using his own flesh to hit a piece of steel plate.
Subtle psychological changes were reflected on his face. Garrincha noticed Caesar's surprise and his smile became more arrogant. He did not give Caesar time to react. After the first punch, he launched a series of powerful attacks like a storm.
After suffering such a loss, Caesar dared not take such a punch head-on again. While dodging, he grabbed everything around him that he could use as a weapon, such as a porcelain cup, bronze, and even an unknown ancient sword. However, these things were like layers of ridiculous window paper in front of Garrincha's fist. The cracked porcelain couldn't even scratch the back of his hand. The bronze was bent by the strong violence. Caesar felt that he was using his body to fight against the chariot shells through the layers of protection. The ancient sword was even more ridiculous. Lin Fenglong even had a fake one in the store. The moment he got it, Caesar felt that the weight was not right, but he still used it to chop. As a result, Garrincha held the blade with his bare hands and it was fine. He twisted it into a twisted metal snake, forcibly pulled it out of Caesar's hand, and nailed it into the wallboard with his backhand.
"Fight back? Gattuso's boy! All you can do is hide!" Garrincha smiled ferociously and challenged him with every punch. His face was full of flesh and he seemed to have indulged in luxury for a long time, but his movements were flexible and powerful.
He had a deep grudge against the Gattuso family. It was a shame that his brother died at the hands of a seven-year-old Caesar. An adult was killed by a seven-year-old child. Garrincha felt sick when he heard it. Later, he directly confronted the warships rented by the Gattuso family and slapped Frost several times, which made the Gattuso family never appear in South America again.
Now facing the boy who is known as the designated heir of the Gattuso family, he certainly doesn't need to hold back. Although it's only a few moves, it has already ignited Garrincha's boiling heart. The gang leader known as the South American Harpy Eagle no longer has to deal with most things himself, but this doesn't mean he will slack off. The force of each punch is more fierce than the previous one. The murderous intent that he wanted to suppress has gradually emerged from his mind. Killing Caesar before killing the dragon sounds like a wonderful thing, doesn't it!
Lin Fenglong's store was not big to begin with, and the clutter of small items everywhere made it difficult to find a place to stay. Caesar was soon forced into a dead end with no way to retreat. He could only curl up his arms to protect his head, which made him look like a child who was being bullied.
This action further aroused Garrincha's desire to kill. Having struggled all the way up from that chaotic place, his hands were stained with too much blood. People who are unable to resist are always like this. They can only run away in fear and pray to God for salvation.
He clenched his hands into a hammer and smashed it from bottom to top, even making a sharp sound of breaking wind. His target was Caesar's head. He knew very well how lethal his iron fist was. If Caesar resisted, he would still have a chance to survive. If he didn't dare to resist forcefully because of his previous failure, then this blow would crack his skull.
Caesar suddenly raised his eyes, his golden pupils showing the afterglow of a fire rising into the sky. The black muzzle of a gun appeared silently in the gap in his vision that had been blocked by his arm, and he calmly pulled the trigger.
This is a strategy of arrogant soldiers. Retreating blindly will make the opponent more eager to attack. Since Garrincha has a grudge against him, it will be easier for him to fall into this trap. Caesar is waiting for this opportunity. No matter how powerful the violence is, it will not be stronger than a bullet.
Amidst the loud explosion, the muzzle ignited with a brilliant flame like a flamethrower. After being modified by the equipment department, the power of this gun is no longer that of a simple pistol. What it fires out is not bullets but a long dragon of flame that is several meters long and can be ejected instantly.
A direct hit from this thing would send someone straight to the hospital for treatment of severe burns, but at such a close distance, it still failed to hit Garrincha. The moment Caesar raised his eyes, he forcibly ended the violence he was proud of and rolled to the side. The fire dragon flashed past his position a second ago, roasting the old goods in the antique shop with a burnt smell. Some of them had already been ignited, leaving black grill marks on the old wooden walls.
This was simply science fiction. The distance between the two men was less than half a meter. Garrincha, who should have had victory within his grasp, had no reason to give up the attack, but he did just that, perfectly avoiding the deadly fire dragon.
Caesar threw the pistol away because it only had one shot, which successfully created an opportunity for him to counterattack, and the pistol's mission was over.
An unprecedented violent beating came from my chest, each time more powerful than the last, just like an extreme enthusiast who is challenging himself to climb a mountain. Every time he thinks that this is his limit, he looks up and sees that the mountaintop seems to be just ahead, so he squeezes out some more strength from his body to push his limit again.
It turns out that this is the thing Chu Zihang has been using. It is indeed an addictive feeling. The first time he used it, every cell in his body felt like it was reborn. An unprecedented sense of lightness enveloped his whole body, but it did not make people feel soft and weak. Instead, it was a strength that could be felt by kissing and holding his palm.
He closed his eyes, giving up his vision. The domain spread, and the goblins in the wind waved their sickles and danced wildly, transmitting everything around them to the master like a living sonar. Heartbeats, footsteps, burning crackling, and those solids that would not respond, a linear two-dimensional world constructed by sound appeared in Caesar's mind. The center of this world was Caesar himself, and Garrincha was right in front of him. The high-speed returning sound waves outlined his shape, and Caesar could even hear a few coins in his trouser pocket colliding.
Caesar's health exploded, and his bloodline increased rapidly in a very short time. The low-ranking word spirit of Kamaitachi really doesn't seem like the power that Emperor Gattuso should have. Although the living radar sounds useful, if it is put into the game, its function is nothing more than a small map. Caesar once envied Chu Zihang's Jun Yan a little. The humanoid self-propelled bomb is obviously more useful than the radar. If all the opponents are blown to death, do you still need to scan the map?
Now he no longer needs to worry about it. A low ranking means that it has a better upper limit. While the bloodline is being refined at a high speed, Caesar's Word Spirit has also evolved. The Fairy in the Wind has grown sharper bone claws and a sickle on its long tail, and its pupils have burst into dazzling gold. The Kamaitachi has changed from a fairy to a bloodthirsty thug, and the Word Spirit has evolved into an extremely aggressive blood-sucking sickle!
No one knew about those silent cries. People who survived in the world could only see with their naked eyes the terrible scene in the hut. Some invisible things seemed to be wreaking havoc at high speed in the narrow space. Every bite and fight would leave a half-inch deep crack. Nothing could stop their attack.
Garrincha's face was filled with tearing pain. He didn't even have time to notice what it was before the spurting blood blurred his eyes. He screamed and waved his arms, trying to drive away those invisible creatures, but it was in vain. The speed of the sickle-weasel thugs was equal to the speed of sound, and the speed of leaping in the air was 340 meters per second. Unless Garrincha turned into a supersonic fighter, he would never be able to outrun those weird thugs.
The blood sprayed in the air further activated the rage of the blood-sucking sickle-tails. Garrincha covered his face and fled from this small antique shop. The sickle-tails followed him out, and Caesar had to follow closely. This is the price of the evolution of the word spirit. The original range of the sickle-tails in the air can cover the perimeter of a cathedral, but now they can only be limited to ten meters around Caesar. Beyond this range, the blood-sucking sickle will be out of control. Caesar is not crazy enough to let this group of invisible creatures run wild in human society.
The moment Caesar stepped on the threshold, the slight sounds of several metal collisions were brought back by the group of sickle-weasels. He suddenly turned back to the room and pressed against the wall. The murderous intent came like a rainstorm. The gunshots were deafening. At the same time, the bullets shattered the old wooden door covered with gauze, leaving bullet holes.
Outside the antique shop, a Porsche was parked at the end of the alley, blocking the entrance. Four men in black each pointed their guns in a fan shape at the old wooden door. Anything that appeared from there would be shot mercilessly.
Hearing the gunshots, the owners of other stores cautiously leaned their heads out of the windows to take a look, then quickly shrank back and closed the doors and windows. For a moment, the alley was completely cleared out, and no one dared to joke with their own lives in the gunfight.
This kind of thing has happened before. The antique industry is simply a place with huge profits, and there will always be shady people trying to get their hands on it. The best way to deal with it is to stay out of it.
The men in black were very satisfied with the other bosses' understanding. They were Garrincha's accomplices, and they could be called his personal guards. The moment the boss came out of the store wounded, this group of people had already entered a fighting state. They were like this in their hometown. They didn't need special orders or even eye contact. They could understand what they should do based on the situation on the scene.
It's really crazy to use live ammunition in this city. Caesar thought that the people outside who heard the gunshots should have called the police, and it won't be long before the local police arrive. The police have the right to shoot and kill thugs armed with live ammunition. Garrincha's people are expanding the private grudges between the mixed-bloods into ordinary society. By doing so, they will become the public enemy of other mixed-bloods. No one wants to be forced to make the secrets related to the dragon clan public.
But before the police arrived, Caesar had to find a way to get out of this predicament. The other party was very careful to keep a distance, which happened to be within the extreme attack range of the blood-sucking sickle. Those invisible thugs were strong and weak to some extent. Garrincha's men could not see the blood-sucking sickle and had no way to defend against the high-speed attack of 340 meters per second, but the blood-sucking sickle could not completely make a hybrid lose its combat effectiveness in a few breaths. They attacked with their claws and the sickle on their tails, and the cuts were shallow and could not be fatal instantly.
At this moment, Caesar missed his Desert Eagle a little bit. If he had two guns in his hands and cooperated with the sickle-weasel, he would be a gun god with deadly shots, and would not be suppressed to this extent by just a few pistols. This rare setback made the usually conceited Caesar understand the meaning of the classic Chinese saying, "A tiger in plain land is bullied by dogs, and a dragon swimming underwater is bullied by fishes," which is probably how he feels now.
Caesar looked out through the gap under the window paper. Garrincha gestured to one of the men in black, who nodded knowingly and dialed his cell phone. A man in black wearing white gloves got out of the Porsche parked at the entrance of the alley, took a large briefcase from the trunk and handed it to Garrincha.
Garrincha opened the briefcase, sat there and began to slowly assemble the parts inside. His men came over to him and lit a cigar, wiped the blood off his face, and as he puffed out smoke, a black cylinder was taking shape.
Caesar probably recognized what it was, a French-made Apache 122mm smart rocket launcher, originally a smart weapon deployed to block roads, but now Garrincha was using it in urban areas, and it was even operated manually. This meant that this group of gangsters from South America did not care about the security forces in this city at all. For them, the most important thing was to kill their enemies first.
"To be honest, I don't really like using this kind of thing, because it doesn't give me the real feeling of killing someone." After assembling it, Garrincha picked up the rocket launcher and aimed it at Lin Fenglong's antique shop. "But Gattuso, you used a hot weapon first, so I have no choice but to let you have a taste of this feeling. In a bare-handed fight, fouls are absolutely not allowed!"
Garrincha spoke in broken Italian, knowing that Caesar's sickle-weasels would be able to hear him at this distance; it was a cordial farewell.
