Chapter 27 The two guns will tell me the answer
"It's none of our business, boss!"
A younger brother complained.
"It was the hyena boss who called us in. He said that with the 'Crazy Hand' here, we can definitely take care of that group of people...
Most of the seven or eight guards escorting them were well-known guys, so it would definitely be worthwhile to tie them up.
But I didn't expect that the boy who came down from the carriage had a musket and killed the hyena boss with one shot! ”
"Musket?"
The burly man frowned, seeming to find that things were a little tricky.
"It seems that the boy you are talking about has a good background, but 'Crazy Hand' cannot be lost.
Since there is only one musket, it is not impossible to win. ”
He stood up, took out a pair of iron gloves that were exactly the same as the previous bandit leader and put them on himself.
The fists hit each other, making two clanging sounds.
"Let's go! Chase after us!"
"Let's go!"
When the boys heard the order, they immediately raised their weapons as if they had been given blood.
"No need to chase, I'll come by myself."
The bandit leader was leading a group of his men, sharpening their knives and preparing to set out, when they suddenly heard a man's voice.
He was startled and looked up.
I saw a young man walking slowly out of the bushes.
"Boss! It's him!"
The younger brother beside him recognized Chen Lun and immediately alerted the leader.
The burly man first looked around and found no suspicious movement, then a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Just you?"
"Hmm."
Chen Lun responded casually and walked towards them slowly.
The bandit leader's smile became more ferocious and terrifying, and he made a gesture, and the younger brothers around him carried various weapons and surrounded him in a double-team manner.
"You dare to chase someone here alone. Who do you think you are? A hero?"
He raised his iron fist, pinched his fingers, and made a clear sound of metal friction.
Chen Lun took out the flintlock gun from the holster on his waist and pointed it at the burly leader in front of him.
"Oh oh, oh oh... Look, everyone, what is this, a musket!"
The burly man didn't seem to be afraid at all. He spread his hands and looked at the younger brother beside him.
"Didn't your mother tell you to read less stories about lonely heroes and stay home and drink milk?"
The boys around him burst into laughter, their eyes full of excitement and ridicule.
The people imprisoned in the iron cage in the corner of the camp couldn't help but sigh silently when they saw this scene. I originally thought I could be saved, but it turned out that I was just a young man who wanted to be a hero.
"Why don't you go and call more people first? You have to come and die alone!"
One of the men cursed angrily, hammered the iron cage, and muttered unpleasant words.
"I admire him very much."
In another cage sat a blond young man wearing a pointed hat with a white feather and a dirty cloak.
A pair of dark green eyes stared at the confrontation ahead, with a satisfied look on his handsome face.
"It has a bit of my style back then, which is respectable and admirable."
"Shut up! You're a pretty boy who can only tell lies!"
the man shouted testily.
The blond young man rolled his eyes, stood up immediately, pointed at the man and cursed back.
"If you bark again, believe it or not, I will go out and beat you to death with two punches?"
"Oh, come on then! Can you stop bragging and be arrested?"
The other prisoners covered their ears and looked speechless, as if they were used to such quarrels.
Chen Lun, who was confronting the robbers, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"I'm very interested in the pair of iron fist gloves on your hands. Can you tell me where they come from?"
The bandit leader looked at Chen Lun, his eyes turning cold.
"It seems that you haven't understood the current situation clearly. Without your guards by your side, what can you do with just a musket?
Fire at most one shot, and we will catch you, clean you up and sell you to the black market...
Seeing that you have been well cared for in the greenhouse, with tender skin and tender flesh, I believe many buyers will like you! Now..."
Chen Lun silently took out his second gun.
The bandit leader's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't say the words that came to his mouth.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't tell me, Shuangqiang will tell me the answer."
Chen Lun was holding two flintlock guns, one pointed at the burly man and the other pointed at the younger men around him.
"Go! Don't be afraid of him! Even if you have two guns, you can only fire two shots! He will no longer be a threat after two shots!"
When the younger brothers heard it, they rushed up screaming.
But as the guns were pointed at them, they all took a step back. Having said that, no one wants to be the unlucky guy who gets shot first.
"Grass! A bunch of trash!"
The burly man cursed angrily.
He immediately took the lead, took a big step, and waved his fist towards Chen Lun. When the other boys saw this, they immediately rushed forward.
Bang!
Bang! !
Two gunshots sounded almost simultaneously.
Two flowers bloomed, almost at the same time.
A younger brother fell to the ground with blood spurting from his eyebrows. Another bullet was blocked by the burly man's iron glove, causing a spark to strike.
"Come on! He can't shoot! Catch him! I'm going to torture this kid!"
The burly man glanced at the bullet marks on his gloves with lingering fear and roared angrily.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang bang! !
There was a continuous blast of gunshots, which immediately made his expression freeze, and then he showed an expression of disbelief.
"What...what's going on?"
Can't a flintlock gun only load one bullet and fire one shot? ?
What the hell is this! ?
What’s the first shot! ?
I saw the black-haired young man moving his hands quickly with no expression on his face, as if he was playing a beautiful piano piece.
Stroll, turn, pull the trigger...
The two guns in his hands kept spraying fire and gunpowder smoke, and the younger brothers in front of him screamed and fell down one after another.
There was no way to fight back, it was like a massacre!
thump!
Until the last robber fell.
Chen Lun looked helplessly at the flintlock gun in his hand, with smoke still coming from the muzzle.
"Hey... we're out of ammunition."
The inaudible soliloquy was heard by the bandit leader, and he suddenly became excited.
"Opportunity!"
The burly figure flashed and rushed towards him like an evil tiger. The iron fist in his hand was raised high and then brought down.
The black metal glove that was spitting out air waves was coming straight towards Chen Lun's head!
Bang! !
The bandit leader looked unbelieving and his eyes widened.
He slowly lowered his head and saw the flintlock gun pressed against his left chest, smoke coming out.
"You are not..."
A heartbreaking pain hit him, taking away all the strength from his body.
Then he 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.
"I lied to you, fool."
Unfortunately, the bandit leader could no longer hear him.
[Destroy the bandit camp, D-level mission: The poor bandits must be chased and completed! 】
[Get mission reward: 300 experience points and 500 copper crow. 】
Chen Lun ignored the prompt box and took off the iron gloves from the corpse and looked at it.
"This glove...is the 'Crazy Hand'?"
I originally planned to go back and study that pair, but it turns out there is one ready-made here.
He was quite curious about this thing.
When ordinary people equip it, their combat effectiveness soars. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a master of black technology.
[Crazy Hand-Mechanical Gloves]
Item Description: The product of a craftsman's parody of a masterpiece.
The rough craftsmanship has resulted in the original sophisticated and powerful functions being emasculated, leaving it with only the most basic strike amplification effect.
Of course, you can also use it to heat pots and iron basins, at least the heat insulation effect is pretty good...
"That's it?"
Chen Lun immediately lost interest in it.
Gloves may be a good weapon for an ordinary person, but they are of no use to him.
Let's not talk about the attack increase. For Chen Lun, who currently has 22 points of strength attribute and can reach 24 points with the [Surge Badge], it has basically no effect.
As for the additional protective capabilities, as long as the hands are covered with a layer of scale armor, they will be several times more durable than these gloves.
On the contrary, wearing it also affects the experience.
What I’m talking about here is combat experience.
Instead, you can consider finding an opportunity to leave it to the shelter for research and gain some benefits. I believe they will be happy to equip every investigator with a pair of such gloves.
There is a flintlock gun in the distance, and an iron glove nearby, Bashi!
In addition, Chen Lun also saw some tricks in the prompt description, so he wrote down this information.
He stood up and walked over the corpses on the ground into the camp.
It's very empty here and everything is clearly visible.
He went straight to the corner of the camp, and the first thing he noticed was that the seven or eight people imprisoned in the iron cage were looking at him expectantly. (End of chapter)