Chapter Twenty-Seven: Two Guns Will Tell Me the Answer
"It's none of our business, boss!"
A little brother complained.
"It was the hyena boss who called us up, and he said that there was a 'mad hand' and that he could definitely deal with that group of people......
Most of the seven or eight escorts are guys with status, and it will definitely not be a loss if they are tied up.
But I didn't expect that the kid who got out of the carriage had a musket, and he killed the hyena boss with one shot! β
"Muskets?"
The burly man frowned, as if he had found things a little tricky.
"It seems that the kid you are talking about is not small, but the 'mad hand' cannot be lost.
Since there is only one musket, it is not impossible to win. β
He stood up and pulled out a pair of iron gloves that were identical to those of the bandit leader before him and put them on himself.
Fist to fist, making two clanging sounds.
"Let's go! Catch up! β
"Let's go!"
When the younger brothers heard the order, they immediately raised the weapons in their hands, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.
"No need to chase, I'm here myself."
The leader of the robbers was sharpening his sword and preparing to set off with his subordinates, when he suddenly heard a man's voice.
He snapped and looked up.
I saw a young man walking slowly out of the bushes.
"Boss! That's him! β
The younger brother beside him recognized Chen Lun and immediately reminded the leader.
The burly man first looked around, but found no suspicious movement, and then a playful smile appeared on his face.
"You're alone?"
"Uh-huh."
Chen Lun replied casually and walked slowly towards them.
The bandit leader's smile became more and more hideous, and he gestured, and the little brother beside him surrounded him with various weapons in a bag-around trend.
"A person dares to chase here, who do you think you are? Heroes? β
He raised his iron fist and pinched his fingers with a crisp metallic grinding sound.
Chen Lun pulled out the flintlock pistol in the holster at his waist and pointed it at the burly leader in front of him.
"Oh, oh...... Look, everyone, what is this, a musket! β
The burly man didn't seem to be afraid at all, he spread his hands and looked at the little brother beside him.
"Didn't your mother tell you to read less of the words of the lonely hero and stay at home and drink milk honestly?"
The laughter of the younger brothers around sounded, and their eyes were full of excitement and mockery.
The people who were locked up in the iron cage in the corner of the camp couldn't help but sigh silently when they saw this scene. originally thought it was saved, but it turned out to be just a young man full of heroes.
"Why don't you go and get more people first? I have to come and die alone! β
One of the men cursed resentfully, hammered the iron cage, and muttered nasty words.
"I admire him."
In another cage sat a blonde young man, wearing a top-hat with a white feather stuck in it, and a dirty cloak.
A pair of dark green eyes stared at the confrontation ahead, and a satisfied look appeared on his handsome face.
"I have a bit of my demeanor back then, which is respectable and lamentable."
"Shut up! You little white face who can only talk big! β
The man shouted irritably.
The blonde youth rolled his eyes, stood up and pointed at the man and scolded back.
"You bark again, believe it or not, I went out and punched you twice?"
"Oh, here you go! Can you be caught if you brag about it less? β
The other detainees covered their ears and were speechless, as if they were used to such quarrels.
Chen Lun, who was confronting the robbers, raised his eyebrows and asked out loud:
"I'm interested in that pair of iron fists in your hand, can you tell me where they came from?"
The leader of the robbers looked at Chen Lun, and his eyes became cold.
"It seems that you have not yet recognized the status quo, what can you do without your guards by your side, with a musket?
Fire at the most one shot and we'll catch you and wash you up and sell you on the black market......
Seeing that you are well cared for in the greenhouse, with fine skin and tender meat, I believe there are many buyers who will like you! Now ......"
Chen Lun silently took out the second gun.
The corners of the robbers' eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't say anything to his mouth.
"It's okay, if you don't say it, the twin guns will tell me the answer."
Chen Lun was holding two flintlock pistols, one pointed at the burly man and the other at the younger brothers around him.
"Up! Don't be afraid of him! Even if you have two guns, you can only fire two shots! After two shots, he was no longer a threat! β
When the younger brothers heard it, they screamed and rushed up.
But as the muzzle of the gun was pointed at them, the brush took a step back. That being said, no one wants to be the unlucky guy who gets shot first.
"Grass! A bunch of rubbish! β
The burly man cursed angrily.
He immediately took the lead, strode forward, and waved his fist at Chen Lun. Seeing this, the other younger brothers immediately rushed forward.
Bang!
Bang!!
Two gunshots, almost simultaneously.
Two flowers bloom, almost at the same time.
A little brother burst into blood and fell to the ground. Another bullet was blocked by the burly man's iron gloves, sending out a spark.
"Hurry up! He can't shoot! Catch him for me! I'm going to torture this kid hard! β
The burly man looked at the bullet marks on his gloves with apprehension and roared angrily.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang!!
A dense burst of gunfire continued to make his expression freeze for a moment, and then a look of disbelief.
"How...... What's going on? β
Isn't a flintlock pistol just a refill and one shot!?
What the hell is this!?
How many shots have you taken!?
I saw the black-haired young man swinging his hands quickly and expressionlessly, as if playing a beautiful piano music.
Stroll, turn, pull the trigger......
The twin guns in his hands continued to spray fire and smoke, and the little brothers in front of him fell down screaming one after another.
There is no way to fight back, like a massacre!
Thump!
Until the last robber fell.
Chen Lun looked at the flintlock pistol in his hand helplessly, and the muzzle of the gun was still smoking.
"Na...... I'm out of ammo. β
The faint whisper to himself was heard by the leader of the robbers, and he suddenly became agitated.
"Chance!"
The burly figure flickered, pounced like a vicious tiger, raised the iron fist in his hand, and then smashed down.
The black metal fist glove that spewed waves of air came straight towards Chen Lun's head!
Boom!!
The bandit leader looked incredulous, his eyes widened.
He looked down slowly, and saw that the flintlock pistol was pressed against his left chest, emitting smoke.
"You're not ......"
The sharp pain in his heart struck, draining all the strength of his body.
Then he also followed in the footsteps of his younger brothers, fell to the ground, and died on the spot.
Chen Lun put away his gun and squatted down, looking down at the corpse.
"Lie to you, fool."
It's a pity that the bandit leader can't hear anymore.
[Exterminate the bandit camp, D-rank mission: the poor will be chased and completed!] γ
[Reward: 300 XP and 500 Bronze Crowe.] γ
Chen Lun ignored the prompt frame, directly took off the iron gloves on the corpse, and looked at them.
"This glove...... Is it the 'mad hand'? β
Originally, I was going to go back and study that one, but it turned out that there was a ready-made one here.
He was curious about it.
Ordinary people are equipped, and their combat effectiveness has soared, and to a certain extent, it can be regarded as a black technology finger.
γCrazy Hand - Mechanical Gloveγ
Item description: The result of a poor imitation of a masterpiece by artisans.
The rough process has caused the original delicate and powerful function to be castrated, and only the most basic hit amplification effect is available.
Of course, you can also use it to serve a hot pot and iron basin, at least the insulation effect is good......
"That's it?"
Chen Lun suddenly lost interest in it.
Gloves may be a good weapon for an ordinary person, but they are of little use to him.
Let's not talk about that blow amplification, it basically has no effect on Chen Lun, who is now 22 points of strength attribute and can reach 24 points with [Surging Badge].
As for the additional protective ability, as long as the hands are covered with a layer of scale armor, it is several times more durable than this glove.
On the contrary, wearing it also affects the experience.
It's about the combat experience.
Instead, you can consider finding an opportunity to throw it to the shelter to study and reap some benefits, and I believe they will be happy to equip every investigator with a pair of such gloves.
There are flintlock pistols in the distance, iron gloves in the distance, Bashi!
In addition, Chen Lun also saw some cattiness from the description of the prompt, so he wrote down this information.
He stood up and walked past the corpses on the ground and into the camp.
It's empty, and you can see everything at a glance.
When he went straight to the corner of the camp, he first noticed the expectant glances of the seven or eight people held in the iron cage at him.