Flash was outraged and felt his pride insulted like never before. He swore that he would kill the remnants of the Ardennes Heights garrison, and then he would take every member of the garrison hiding in the shadows and send them to hell in the most brutal way possible. People like him can also have obsessions, even if they are crazy in the eyes of many.

Carl didn't miss a chance to kill him, and he lifted his revolver and aimed it at Smoker's head to shoot the last bullet in his gun. If you can hit the opponent, then it's over. If he can't hit it, then Karl thinks that he will have to do it all over again. Of course, he will never give up because of the uncertainty of the outcome.

Smok snorted like a cunning fox, and then a puff of smoke filled again at a breakneck speed. Carl lost his figure, and he didn't know if he hit the other side, but he had to be as cautious as he deserved. This guy is as hard as a loach to catch, but he's going to catch that bastard sooner or later. Death in the smoke, Carl now thinks that the other party is a coward in the smoke.

"You just don't understand, what the result of resistance will be!" Smock's voice came from the smoke, confirming that Karl's bullet just now did not end his life.

"Shut up, Smok!" Karl roared. "I told you you wouldn't have to wait too long!"

He only felt a shadow flash in front of his eyes, and when he reacted, Smok's face twisted with anger and a crazy smile appeared before his eyes. At the same time, a sharp blade stabbed Carl in the abdomen. The latter hurriedly shrank back, then lifted the revolver and slammed the blade together.

With his other hand, Carl pulls a bullet out of the bullet pouch and throws it at Smock's head, which is easily dodged, but this is actually a distraction used by Carl. He quickly pulled another handful of bullets out of his bullet pouch and threw them at the top of his head. Then, before Smock could exert further force on the blade, Karl raised his left leg and kicked the blade in Smoker's hand into the sky along with his own revolver.

Smock watched in amazement as his attack was defused by Carl in such an extreme way, and Carl leapt to his feet, catching his own revolver and reloading in the air. Smoker cursed and took a few steps forward to get directly below Karl, so that even if the opponent wanted to shoot him, he would have to adjust his body, and it would be impossible to do that kind of action in the air.

It was true that Carl had no way to shoot Smock in the blind spot, but he simply stepped on Smoker's head with the sole of his boot. Although Smok dodged again with a deft movement, Carl had already enjoyed humiliating the other party. "What's the matter, Smock, do you think I'm going to kick you in the head and throw it in the sand?"

"Your defeat is inevitable!" Smoker still spoke hard about what he believed to be the truth. "Because you have never understood what true freedom is!"

"True freedom is not wanton murder and arson!" his words undoubtedly angered Carl, who lifted his revolver and rained a torrent of bullets straight ahead, trying to drown out the blasphemous meaning of freedom.

Smock was glad that Carl was able to say this, because in doing so he made the other party a furious beast, and the furious beasts would not play tricks, they would only blindly attack the object of their anger. Smok smiled a sly smile, knowing that what he was good at was verbal aggression. In fact, if it weren't for his extremely incendiary rhetoric, the Devil Privateer Fleet of the West Sea would not have been established.

"The Imperial Capital doesn't care if you live or die, and you're fighting against Callert for a non-existent guardian! Tell me, is there anyone more stupid?" Smok pulled out a grenade and smashed it at Carl, and instead of pulling the ring, the guy raised the automatic pistol and moved the muzzle as the grenade moved. Carl was angry, but not to the point of losing his mind. He still knew the danger, so he rolled to one side to dodge.

But this is falling into Smock's trap, the grenade he throws is just a decoy in itself, and he quickly moves the muzzle of his gun to aim at Carl who returns to a crouching position after rolling. He fired the shot with a sly grin, and although Carl, aware of the threat, tried his best to dodge, his shoulder blade was pierced by the bullet.

This meant that Karl's entire left arm was nearly paralyzed, which was absolutely unfavorable for the fight. Smock watched his results with admiration, believing that it would teach Karl a lesson, a lesson for the remnants of the Ardennes garrison. But ironically, the knockdown made the anger in Carl's heart disappear, and he finally understood that there was no point in being angry at such a hopeless bastard.

Smock disappeared into the smoke again, and the guy did, as Carl had said, submerging himself in the smoke like a coward. If that's his method of fighting, then Carl can think about why the guys who fought him would call him the Grim Reaper in the smoke, because at the end of the day, he was fought by just as bad guys as he was.

"Now I finally understand......" Karl said to himself, bowing his head, as he stood there like an immobile target. "It's funny. Kathu, what would you think of all of this if it were you?"

"You don't exist anymore!" Smok continued, still saying his words that no one wanted to hear. "You are only an insignificant existence in the sand, and no one will remember your former glory, because you have no glory at all! You think you have done great things, but in the eyes of everyone, you are just a bunch of paranoid megalomaniacs!"

Karl was silent, slowly raising the revolver in his hand, the scratches on the gun were too many for him to count, they were the marks left by many years of fighting, and most of Carl's memories were very clear. "You were completely wrong. He squirmed his lips to squeeze out a short sentence, then pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the smoke and struck the back of Smock's hand holding the automatic pistol as if guided by a god.

"You're just a clown. Karl picked up his steps and rushed towards where Smoker was. Calm judgment allowed him to find out where Smok was once again, and this time, he wouldn't miss again. "Hopelessly clown. He spun around and kicked Smok in the face, sweeping him aside. Then Karl spun and lunged forward, stomping heavily on Smock's chest, just as he had done to Sychev before.

"I said, you won't wait long. Karl slipped Smock's head into the revolver's crosshairs.

Smok shook his head and said with some regret. "You are so stubborn, so stubborn that everyone who knows of your existence wants to destroy you!"

"So, do you want to blame luck for this failure?" Karl quipped.

Smok snorted disdainfully, proud that he would never admit his shortcomings and mistakes. "It seems that the invasion of Arad will have to wait a little longer, and I still overestimate the combat effectiveness of the Araddians. However, you will not have a chance to get out of here alive. ”

"Die. Carl pulled the trigger, and the bullet burrowed into Smock's head, shattering his skull, causing the last gunshot from the world to sound almost simultaneously with the explosion coming from the central square, and Smok still had that sly and smug smile even after being shot through the head.

Karl pressed his shoulders and shuffled tiredly towards the central square, he still had something to do. Although he managed to take out Smock, the commander of this Callert vanguard force. But he knew that this was only his first object of revenge. As long as there is one man alive in the commander of the Ardennes Heights, he will not rest on his laurels.