Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 341: Madman Crenzo

The sound of gunfire marked the beginning of the rainy night.

The guns carried by Crenzo and his team had been enhanced by Ethan. Not only did they have a far greater bullet capacity than ordinary firearms, but their accuracy and power were also extraordinary.

So even in this hot, sticky summer night, they could precisely hit targets, resulting in instant kills.

The first shot fired by Crenzo directly took down an enemy.

The sudden ambush startled the wolves of the former alliance who had been making a forced march through the dark night. They began to look around for enemies.

At the same time, they instinctively started calling for reinforcements.

This was exactly the moment Crenzo had been waiting for.

By the time they gathered together...

Wenster’s machine gun began to roar continuously through the night.

People fell like grass.

Even though these people had received weapons and equipment issued from above before they set off and theoretically had decent combat strength, they fell continuously when faced with truly trained individuals.

"No challenge at all."

Crenzo watched the scene with some boredom and said.

Of course, he had known in advance what kind of people the enemies were.

Describing them as a ragtag group wasn’t far off the mark, merely some malnourished guys freshly ashore.

But only when the fight started did he realize these people were even weaker than he had expected.

Or maybe, were they just too strong?

"Watch out."

Just then, Aaron, who had been beside Crenzo, suddenly ducked his head sharply and shouted quietly.

The next moment, a bullet had grazed Crenzo’s scalp.

"Another ambush?"

Having just had a close brush with death, Crenzo showed no sign of concern, grinning as he immediately located the gunman’s position.

The opponent had hidden very insidiously, clearly following the just-killed comrades, waiting until Crenzo finished shooting before suddenly making a move.

They had treated these people as cannon fodder from the start.

"Doesn’t feel like someone from that dump."

Crenzo casually speculated.

Anyone with such a mindset was at least an elite.

And indeed, the shooter was from Sea King Lockeby’s crew.

They were the main force today.

Seeing that the previous shot had missed, they prepared to drive the cannon fodder to continue sacrificing, then shift position.

However, the shooter saw someone leap from the spot he just targeted, a half-grown kid with a Wenster machine gun, exuding arrogance.

The shooter sneered, ready to aim and shoot again.

But the opponent showed no fear, laughing loudly while firing towards the shooter’s direction: "Come out and face me like a man, or are you just hiding in the gutter?"

Wenster’s machine gun erupted once more.

The shooter had no choice but to dodge the fearless onslaught.

Of course, it was also because, for some reason, the opponent’s Wenster machine gun seemed to have a longer range and was more lethal.

"A reckless kid, you handle him."

The shooter, forced to retreat, showed little change in his demeanor, calmly relaying information to his comrade.

The comrade was not far away, and if that kid kept chasing, he’d walk right into his comrade’s crossfire.

This type of hotheaded youth, thinking licking the blade is tough, doesn’t realize he’s courting death.

Today, give him the most fatal lesson.

The shooter quickly ducked into a hard-to-aim-at spot, dragging a few cannon fodder along as a shield.

Normally, someone would stop pursuing at this point.

Aaron, being a normal person, was already shouting at Crenzo: "Get back! Come back now!"

This kid was definitely crazy.

Having encountered crazies before in this line of work, he’d seen all types, but never someone so young and mad.

Bullets kept flying forward.

On the verge of catching up with the shooter.

At that moment, a shot came from a dark corner on the side with deadly precision.

This shot was lethal.

The enemy coordinated well, using one as bait while another calmly waited for the prey to step into the trap.

They were definitely longtime partners.

Aaron was not particularly weak in strength, especially after joining the Bolita family. After many trials, he successfully ascended to rank three underground baron.

His danger sense was good, and he realized this shot was extremely dangerous.

So in the instant his pupils contracted, he charged forward.

He knew his mission moving to the Royal Capital was to protect this kid ahead of him.

He could die, but this kid couldn’t.

But the bullet was too fast; there was simply not enough time.

He watched as that bullet closed in on Crenzo’s neck.

Then.

The next second, Crenzo still didn’t retreat, charging forward into the bullet while firing.

Almost brushing past the bullet, he got through.

That venomous bullet just sliced a thin line on his neck.

"Don’t be afraid, Aaron, I can hear the bullet’s breath."

It was as if he knew Aaron’s state and even teased him.

"Who’s scared?"

Aaron replied, muttering a curse quietly.

This lunatic was seriously giving him a nervous breakdown; he was almost admitting the kid was better than him.

No wonder Ethan valued him so much.

Crenzo’s relentless pursuit paid off when the gunman who thought he could trap Crenzo fell to his chase and died.

Meanwhile, his comrade, having fired what he thought was a guaranteed hit, relaxed for a moment.

And it was this moment of relaxation that allowed Crenzo to track him down as well.

So both men ended up dead.

Crenzo still seemed unsatisfied, continuing to press forward.

Aaron had no choice but to follow him.

This led to the interruption of their former allies’ previously dense offensive.

Because Crenzo and Aaron were not alone, a group of people followed them.

This group collaborated seamlessly and immediately took more advantageous positions as they advanced.

The battle started with an almost crushing momentum. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Even if just in one corner.

This seemed to lay the foundation for the entire night’s battle.

Victory seemed to be within their grasp.

"Fight back!"

Seeing his troops hesitating, Hard-headed Mollen, who had just arrived at the battlefield, roared furiously.

This night might be his last if things didn’t change, and he didn’t want that to happen.

He still wanted to dance on the stage.