RBCT Chapter 22 Don't come any closer!
Chapter 22 Don't come any closer!
"Mr. Hans, we accept your request. You're in luck; we have a team of fine young men capturing runaway slaves not far from your plantation. Once they're done, they'll come and help you clean up the mess."
A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, as if the person didn't care about the matter at all.
"Okay...okay, can you hurry up? Those thugs are already at my doorstep!"
In the room on the second floor, Hans was anxiously and panickedly shouting into the microphone, cold sweat dripping down his fat face and onto his collar.
"Mr. Hans, don't get so agitated, it's bad for your blood pressure."
The other person chuckled lightly, their tone revealing undisguised nonchalance.
"I've already sent someone to inform that team. But you have to understand, this is Hawaii. Even if you ride the horse to death, it won't be that fast. There's no use in urging them. My men can't fly."
"But......"
"Listen, old buddy, here's a suggestion. If those thugs really break in, just open the cash register, kneel down, and beg for mercy. After all, nobody turns down money, right?"
The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then continued:
"Of course, if you're unlucky and really do die, don't worry, we'll help you get revenge. In that case, we'll automatically deduct the commission and revenge costs from your estate. It's fair."
"What did you say?! You vampires! I'm going to report you to the governor!"
Upon hearing these words, Hans's panic instantly turned into anger. He cursed loudly, spitting all over the microphone.
"Beep...beep..."
The other party didn't bother listening to his nonsense and hung up the phone directly.
"Hey! Hey! Damn it!"
Hans slammed the microphone on the table in anger, just as a loud crash came from outside the window.
"boom!"
Right below him, the entire floor seemed to shake.
"Fuck! A gun...yes, grab a gun!"
Hans was startled by the gunshot and fell to the ground with a thud. He then scrambled toward the cabinet, where a top-of-the-line British shotgun—a beautiful and expensive weapon—was his prized hunting companion.
This shotgun cost him a full 500 Morgan silver dollars, which is nearly 500 US dollars!
Beneath the Western-style building.
Fang Jianqiu was standing in front of the heavy oak door, holding a double-barreled shotgun he had picked up from the sugar factory guards, the muzzle still emitting smoke.
"Thump! Thump!"
Two more muffled booms followed.
Fang Jianqiu skillfully pried open the gun barrel.
"Click".
Two red shotgun shell casings ejected from the barrel, carrying scalding heat and smoke, tracing a graceful parabola through the air before clattering to the ground.
Fang Jianqiu took out two new shotgun shells from his pocket, casually stuffed them into the barrel, flicked his wrist, and the gun closed. His movements were swift and decisive, and no one could tell that this was actually the first time he had ever handled a gun.
He looked up at the wooden door in front of him.
This once seemingly indestructible oak door is now in a terrible state.
With the 200% power boost from the Hextech rune "Show Your Sword," even an ordinary shotgun becomes a door-breaking weapon.
Two deep craters, each the size of a bowl, appeared on the door panel. All the surrounding wood had shattered and exploded, revealing the white wood shavings inside.
If we fire another five or six shots, this door won't be able to protect anything anymore.
Just as Fang Jianqiu was about to continue blasting the door open, he suddenly stopped.
A rapid sound of horses' hooves came from behind the house.
Fang Jianqiu listened intently, and the sound grew fainter and fainter, clearly indicating that someone was fleeing on horseback.
"Are there still some who escaped the net?"
He frowned, but wasn't too surprised.
Before he could think any further, a hysterical roar suddenly came from upstairs.
"Fuck! You bunch of trash! Trash! Sons of bitches! Fuck your asses!"
Hans was frantically loading bullets into Grinner when he heard the sound of horses galloping in the backyard, and he immediately trembled with rage.
His roar traveled across the balcony and reached Fang Jianqiu's ears perfectly.
"Hehe, this saves me some time searching."
Fang Jianqiu followed the sound and glanced up at the second floor.
I was thinking that the house was so big that it would take some time to find it, but I didn't expect him to give me the location himself.
He looked away and continued with his work.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two more shots were fired.
Wood chips flew everywhere.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two more shots.
With the fifth shot hitting the door lock, the entire door finally gave way.
A huge hole was blown open in the center of the door, and bright lights could be seen through the hole. The lock was completely destroyed, and the door was hanging crookedly on the hinges. It would fall down with just one more push.
Fang Jianqiu casually slung the double-barreled shotgun over his back, freeing up his hands.
He walked to the side, bent down, and picked up the body of the security guard who had died at the door.
Fang Jianqiu grabbed the corpse by the back of its collar with one hand, using it as a shield in front of him, while with the other hand he drew a Colt revolver from his waist, the muzzle protruding from under the corpse's armpit.
"That's putting the best use to it."
Fang Jianqiu said something in a low voice, then suddenly kicked out.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
The rickety door was kicked open and slammed heavily against the walls on both sides with a groan.
Fang Jianqiu, shielded by corpses, strode into the hall.
The hall was brightly lit, and the crystal chandelier overhead emitted a dazzling light, illuminating every corner clearly.
Several oil paintings hung on the walls, and thick carpets covered the floor. Compared to the workers' quarters, this place looked like a European aristocratic castle.
Fang Jianqiu quickly scanned the area.
The hall was spacious, and the sofas and coffee tables offered no hiding place for people.
His gaze was fixed on the corridor to his left, where there was a half-open door that seemed to lead to the kitchen or storage room, the only place where someone could hide.
Fang Jianqiu carried the corpse step by step over. The corpse was still dripping blood, leaving a long trail of blood on the carpet.
He stopped in front of the door and shouted loudly inside:
"Listen up, you people inside! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out now! Everyone get out!"
A rustling sound came from inside, along with suppressed sobbing.
"I'll count to ten! If you don't leave, I'll open fire!"
"nineteen......"
Before they could even count to eight, the door was suddenly kicked open.
Three women dressed as maids rushed out screaming. They were all local natives or of mixed race, with dark skin and terrified expressions.
Seeing the headless corpse that Fang Jianqiu was carrying, he was terrified and let out a piercing scream.
"Aaaaaah!"
They covered their heads and ran desperately toward the gate.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Fang Jianqiu extended his revolver and pointed at the young girl running at the very back.
The girl was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground. She turned around trembling, tears streaming down her face.
"Besides you and the foreigner upstairs, is there anyone else in this house?"
Fang Jianqiu asked.
The girl shook her head frantically, her head bobbing like a rattle drum.
"No...nobody's here...only Mr. Hans is upstairs..."
"Alright, get lost."
Fang Jianqiu waved his hand.
The girl felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and scrambled out of the door, disappearing into the night.
Fang Jianqiu did not completely let his guard down. He quickly checked the first floor again to confirm that there was really no one hiding there.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the still-bleeding corpse and turned to walk towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
Fang Jianqiu stepped onto the thick carpet and walked up step by step.
Hans, upstairs, listened to the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer, and his double-barreled shotgun trembled.
"Don't come any closer! I have a gun! I have a gun!"
Hans shouted again in the room, his voice trembling with sobs.
This really saves us the time of locating him.