Empire of Shadows

The immense ringing in his ears drowned out the entire world like a tsunami!

He felt himself being knocked to the ground by a massive force. Everything around him was a double image. He held his daughter, subconsciously calling out her name.

He was afraid of losing her, just like he had lost his son. He hugged his daughter tightly, shouting her name incoherently, only to feel…

Pfft!

His daughter spat a mouthful of blood onto his face. The double images gradually began to return to normal. He began to feel the pain in his hands, and… another grenade exploded beside him.

At this moment, the professor's mind was blank!

A blankness devoid of joy or sorrow, a blankness where he didn't want to think about anything. He looked at his dying daughter, then turned his head to glance at his wife lying on the ground, her back already stained red with blood.

The surrounding gunfire and screams didn't enter his world at all!

Wolfe suddenly appeared in front of him, shouting something loudly at him.

But in his world, there was only a buzzing sound, a ringing in his ears that completely blocked out the outside world!

Wolfe shook the professor violently, trying to wake him up. He even slapped the professor twice. "What's wrong with you?"

He felt the professor's body. Apart from some injuries to his arms and legs from the explosion, his vital parts were virtually unscathed!

But for some reason, he was lying on the ground as if he were dead.

Seeing that the professor didn't respond for a short time, and thinking that he was actually quite safe lying on the ground, Wolfe wiped the blood that had splattered on his face.

He took his gun and began to fight back in the direction the bullets were coming from.

In fact, the area he was firing at was covered with vegetation. He had no idea if there was anyone behind the vegetation, he was just shooting with terror and hatred, like everyone else.

The two explosions killed many people and dealt a heavy blow to their morale!

Just then, he suddenly looked back and saw many vehicles rushing towards them, kicking up dust. At that moment, Wolfe's eyes were shining, but the shining eyes were filled with despair.

Hiram leaned out of the car window, holding the large-drum submachine gun that the gunsmith had modified for him. "Motherf*ckers, go to hell!" he shouted, his index finger seemingly welded to the trigger!

The "xiuxiuxiu" sound of bullets whistling through the air.

Almost all the vehicles had people leaning out and shooting at them!

The storm of bullets this time attacked their unprepared side from behind. In an instant, those standing, squatting, and lying down fell like wheat cut down by a scythe!

Bullets have no sentimentality.

They won't spare anyone for any subjective or objective reason.

As long as the primer is struck, whoever stands directly in front of it is its enemy.

Wolfe crashed directly into the carriage, curling up to make his "area" as small as possible.

Bullets howled and strafed everything in the area. At this time, those people from the Wolf Gang on the mountain looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The senior cadre in charge of high-level fire support slowly put down the weapon in his hand, and those around him also breathed a sigh of relief.

The forest was as silent as death!

But countless gunshots came from the foot of the mountain with the mountain wind.

The wind sometimes howled, sometimes it was absent, but the gunfire never stopped.

When the dust kicked up by the speeding vehicles had settled again, the vehicles had long since stopped.

Hiram threw the submachine gun, which had already been changed once, back into the car and replaced it with another one.

The large-drum submachine gun was good in every way, except that the muzzle was prone to overheating. The gunsmith told him that when the wooden handguard on the barrel turned charcoal black, it was time to change guns.

He checked the weapon and pulled the bolt.

Today, he didn't wear his hair loose, but tied it into a sky-high braid!

Lorne followed beside him, and Ennio got out of another car.

Everyone looked a little travel-worn, and some people were spitting out sand from their mouths that had an obvious gritty feeling.

Lance pushed open the door and got out of the car. He raised his hand to fan the air in front of him, although most of the dust had settled, there was still some.

A burst of dense gunfire suddenly rang out from the distant mountain. Lance withdrew his gaze from that side and walked forward.

Hiram walked in front of Lance. He needed to check the bodies and give them a timely shot.

At this time, Wolfe was struggling painfully. He had been shot several times, but not fatally.

He wanted to struggle to get up. He was Wolfe, the Wolf King of the Wolf Gang!

Even in death, he wouldn't be like this, silently, embarrassingly dying in a carriage.

The half-covered door of the carriage, riddled with bullet holes, was suddenly pulled open. The glaring sunlight outside made him a little dazed. A shadow pointed a gun at him.

He looked at that person, and that person looked at him. He tried to raise his arm, he had a gun in his hand, but the other person pulled the trigger without hesitation, and bullets swept across his arm, causing him to scream in pain!

It wasn't one bullet, this person was a f*cking lunatic, strafing his arm with a submachine gun!

Flesh and bone quickly separated. He had never been in so much pain!

Then someone else stood in the sunlight, for some reason.

At this moment, Wolfe looked at them. They were clearly standing in the sunlight, facing him, but they were black.

So black that one couldn't see their facial features, expressions, only a pair of eyes.

"This person is Wolfe," someone said.

Soon he was dragged out of the carriage by his legs. He fell heavily to the ground, looking somewhat dizzy at a young, handsome guy walking from afar.

"Lan…ce!" Lance's name was squeezed out of his teeth, and flames of hatred spewed from his eyes, but at this moment, he had no other way but to glare at Lance.

"This is the Wolf King Wolfe!" A somewhat familiar voice rang out. Wolfe looked towards the source of the voice, a familiar face.

He showed an incredulous, but also very reasonable look, "Gallio," he said the person's name.

Gallio smiled and nodded, "Wolf King, we meet again."

The two people's expressions were different. The last time they met, Gallio wore a smile, bent over, and stood some distance away from Wolfe.

At that time, Gallio was just a small character in Fides, an insignificant small character, the kind who anyone could walk over and throw the keys to him, asking him to park the car well.

But now, one person was standing, one person was lying down, their identities and positions seemed to be reversed.

Several young people and Hiram continued to identify the bodies. In their eyes, Hiram was an executioner, a murderous demon!

Whether they were dead or not, he would add two shots to their heads. The rhythmic "da da" sound continued to ring out, until someone shouted, "This is the professor, I know him!"

Unexpectedly, the professor had not suffered fatal injuries. His leg was broken, and his arms may have had some fractures or cracks, with multiple lacerations of the skin and flesh.

But he was lucky. So close to the bomb, his daughter protected him with her body, shielding him from the explosive force.

Looking at the professor's dull and foolish appearance, Wolfe suddenly stopped talking. He closed his eyes, but his violently heaving chest was telling people that he was not calm.

"Mr. Lance, although the Wolf Gang is not the top gang, they used to have a large territory and run many businesses!"

"Many people have had their eyes on them, but all have failed in the end."

"Mr. Wolfe's favorite thing to do is to feed his enemies to the wolves he raises."

"I didn't expect that with you, the Wolf King would also fail!"

Gallio's words were clearly flattering Lance. Lance shook his head slightly, "Every enemy who can fight to the end is worthy of respect."

Perhaps the professor had some obsession with Lance, he suddenly turned to look at Lance, his unfocused eyes gradually regaining some of their brilliance.

But soon, he turned to look at his daughter.

At this time, Hiram happened to walk there, and he kicked the corpse.

She was less than two meters away from the explosion, and she suffered a "full damage". At this time, she was actually dead beyond dead!

But Hiram still walked over and made two clicks in the professor's painful cry.

Looking at his daughter's deformed face, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards Lance!

Even if he had no weapon, he would tear a piece of flesh from Lance's body.

But in the next second, he fell heavily to the ground again. His leg was broken, he couldn't run.

Hatred drove him to feel no pain, but he couldn't change the fact that his leg was broken.

"You are angry."

Lance walked up to him, raised his foot and kicked him hard on the shoulder, kicking him over so that he could see himself.

"Everyone says you are very smart, Professor. Perhaps in your past experience, you did a good job."

"But now, you've screwed everything up."

"Some smartness is not smartness, and in your smartness, there is some lack of smartness."

Lance suddenly turned to look at Gallio, startling Gallio so much that he even forgot to breathe.

"Am I being a little circuitous?"

Gallio quickly squeezed out some smiles, "I can understand, he's not smart enough!"

Lance nodded slightly and looked at the professor again, "You see, everyone knows."

"You had the courage to cross that invisible line, but not the ability to bear the consequences of crossing it, Professor."

"Everyone died today because of you!"

"You killed them!"

Lance walked to the Wolf King's side, glanced at him, and said, "Your family, your subordinates, your gang, including your good brothers."

He took out his pistol and aimed it at Wolf, who was lying on the ground.

Wolf struggled, the flesh on his face trembling, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell. His face was flushed, and spittle flew everywhere. "Shoot, you bastard, shoot, kill me…"

A gunshot rang out, and his body suddenly tensed, then slowly relaxed.

Fresh blood flowed quickly from the back of his head, and the smile on Gallio's face gradually disappeared, leaving only gravity.

An era that once belonged to the Wolf King and the Wolf Gang had ended.

Goldport City was like a huge meat grinder, whether it was the Viper Gang, the Wolf Gang, or the gangs that had failed in battles in other districts.

These gangs, which had once left historical traces in Fides, including some local gangs in Goldport City, were constantly disappearing and becoming history.

The game of the big shots, the lives of the little people!