Chapter 50: Car Chase and Gunfight

Chapter 50: Vehicular Gunfight

South of the Chicken and Goose District, the traces of the metropolis gradually faded.

The horizon was no longer flat, replaced by mountain ranges crouching in the darkness like colossal beasts.

This was a desolate suburb rarely tread by man, a barren region scorned by the major corporations.

As the game's rule, the Great Ming Code, only one bottom line remained—so long as your bullets did not stray into any corporation's territory, the Tianfu Guards would absolutely never appear.

Firearms, prosthetics, and Sequences were the only hard currency here.

This was the ideal venue for settling grudges, and fertile soil irrigated by flesh and blood.

Without high-rises to block them, the wind and rain grew more ferocious, violently smearing the car windows into a blur; even the wiper arms swinging to their limit served no purpose.

Situated in the passenger seat, Kuang Qingyun stared fixedly at the taillights of the car ahead swaying in the rain curtain, his brow furrowed with dark clouds.

Since taking the helm, he had not known a single day of peace.

Zhao Ding had used his life to set the board, killing Luo Zhen and Hu Zhong, winning a round for Shu Dao Logistics against Tianfu Heavy Industries.

But how could Tianfu Heavy Industries, having lost face, possibly let it rest? With the Jidao Society gone, they set their sights on the other major gang of Sinmin Street, the Annan Gang.

As the only gang on Sinmin Street capable of riding abreast with the Jidao Society, the Annan Gang's ferocity and cruelty were in no way inferior to the Wokou; their insidious cunning was even a notch higher.

To latch onto a thigh as thick as Tianfu Heavy Industries was a pie falling from heaven for the Annan Gang; naturally, they spared no effort in selling their lives.

In the short time Lu Jun went to Songpan Guard, the Paoge Society and the Annan Gang had already erupted in several large-scale conflicts, both sides suffering heavy casualties.

Not only the venues on Sinmin and Nine Dragons Streets, but even the industries of both gangs in other administrative districts became targets for mutual attacks.

The Tianfu Guard Bureau, responsible for maintaining order across Chengdu Prefecture, was equally troubled by this, but the habitually slippery bureau didn't want to intervene in the power struggle behind the two gangs.

So the Guard Bureau's upper echelon merely ordered the inspectors in charge of these jurisdictions to increase patrol intensity.

As for the Chicken and Goose District, where the inspector's post had remained vacant since Luo Zhen's death, they simply washed their hands of it, turning a blind eye to the escalating conflict.

Without fear of repercussions, the two gangs struck with increasing ruthlessness, escalating to the use of firearms.

Today, the Annan Gang went so far as to throw a bomb at the Paoge Society's main hall!

For the Paoge Society, this was like plucking their reverse scale.

Such a blood debt could only be repaid in blood!

"Boss, something's wrong. Why aren't these monkeys running for their own turf, but fleeing to the outskirts instead? Are they planning to abandon Sinmin Street?"

Inside the car, the Paoge man in the driver's seat, tailing the wildly fleeing vehicle ahead, couldn't voice the worry in his heart.

"Impossible. These Annan people are greedy to the bone; they never spit out what's in their mouths. This move is too abnormal!"

"Don't fuss. It's just a lure."

Kuang Qingyun spoke calmly, his face placid: "I fear there are quite a few Annan men waiting for us up ahead."

The man's body shuddered instinctively, a cry of alarm escaping his lips, "An ambush?! Do we still chase?"

"Chase, why wouldn't we? A bunch of jumping clowns, playing clever with tricks our ancestors played out. I've wanted to swallow them whole for a long time; today is the perfect opportunity!"

Kuang Qingyun let out a cold snort, his sword brows slanting into his temples brimming with stern killing intent.

"Tell the brothers, reinforcements are right behind. Sink your teeth into these scraps for me. Today, we erase the name Annan Gang from Chengdu Prefecture!"

The Paoge man in the back row immediately relayed the helmsman's order. Simultaneously, Kuang Qingyun raised a Weiwu Zu, flicking off the safety, and roared:

"Ram them!"

"Right! I've long found these monkeys an eyesore. Driving so slow, what the hell are you waiting for!"

The man gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other fishing a gun from the armrest box. He bit the slide, racked it back with his teeth—*click-clack*—a round chambered.

In an instant, the cabin filled with heavy breathing.

This wasn't fear, but suppressed excitement.

"Boss, hold tight!"

The man's eyes bulged, he floored the gas pedal. The modified exhaust pipe immediately spat a tongue of flame, roaring as it slammed into the car ahead.

*Bang!*

With a tremendous crash, the two tail-gating cars collided violently.

The front car skidded and spun on the wet post road, teetering on the verge of flipping.

But the Annan Gang driver's skill was superb; he forcibly wrestled the runaway chassis back under control.

Accompanied by the piercing shriek of tires on pavement, the enemy whipped the tail sideways, actively pressing against the side Kuang Qingyun occupied.

In a flash, the two cars raced side by side.

Without need for orders, the four facing windows rolled down almost simultaneously. Gun barrels flashing with cold light met eyes unafraid of death!

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Explosive gunfire erupted at point-blank range. Metal streams poured into the cabins, instantly stirring a storm of blood and flesh.

The men in both cars barely had time to scream before they were shot to shreds.

Kuang Qingyun used his own body to shield the Paoge driver beside him, one hand covering his own vital face, the other stretching nearly into the enemy car, pressing against the enemy driver's temple!

*Keng!*

The Weiwu Zu's tyrannical power sheared off half the driver's skull. The corpse slammed heavily onto the steering wheel. The uncontrolled car shuddered and crashed into the roadside ditch.

Blood overflowing the cabin seeped out through the bullet holes in the doors, washed away without a trace by the rain in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck your Annan ancestors!"

With Kuang Qingyun serving as his shield, the Paoge man who narrowly survived reddened his eyes, kept the pedal floored, and chased the front car like a madman.

*Bang!*

Just then, a violent impact suddenly came from the rear of the car body. Kuang Qingyun's body lurched forward, slamming hard into the windshield.

An Annan Gang battle vehicle painted with a venomous snake emblem had come from nowhere, biting onto their tail.

"Watch yourself!"

At the critical moment, Kuang Qingyun shouted a warning to the driver, then vaulted through the sunroof, landing on the enemy roof in a single bound.

Kuang Qingyun half-knelt on the roof, hitched his robe, reached behind his waist, and drew a submachine gun the length of a forearm.

The gun was shaped like a fully drawn crossbow, a long magazine inserted horizontally on the left. A sibling to the Weiwu Zu, manufactured by the Northern Shenji Arms Factory—Duoyan Wei!

The barrel pointed straight down, nearly flush with the roof. He squeezed the trigger to the bottom. The detonating gunfire instantly drowned out the rain.

Dense bullet rain effortlessly tore through the roof's iron skin, storming into the cabin to rampage.

The specially modified magazine held one hundred rounds. By the time the hammer clicked empty, there wasn't a single intact corpse left in the cabin.

Kuang Qingyun stood atop the car, his topknot scattered by the gale, wet strands plastered against those icy eyes. He looked out into the distance.

He saw masses of Annan Gang vehicles charging from both sides of the post road, brutally ramming into the Paoge Society's convoy. The two sides entangled and collided, like two black pythons coiling and tearing at each other in the violent rain.

Kuang Qingyun discarded the spent Duoyan Wei. Two Weiwu Zu slid from his sleeves into his palms.

He leaped from the uncontrolled car, charging straight into the two colliding black pythons!