I Became the King of Villains In the Game

woof!

The stray dog ​​appeared again.

It wagged its tail and rushed to Chen Lun's feet.

"Haven't you left yet? Just right, I need your help with something."

He stroked the dog's head.

Then the fingers moved slightly, and the fingertips shimmered.

Opening his mouth slightly, he let out a loud meow.

Meow!

Meow! !

Responses came from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, countless green eyes emerged from the darkness.

Connie and Floy were startled.

Thirty or forty stray cats of various colors surrounded them.

"They will escort you back, don't worry."

Chen Lun turned to look at the two girls.

"Ah... this, is this all true?"

Connie was taken aback for a moment, and then a little dizzy.

It was a dream tonight.

Encountered danger and experienced rescue, witnessed a dangerous battle, and at this time was surrounded by so many kittens to go home!

Wang!

The stray dog ​​is like a leading brother, leading the other cats to wander around Floy and Connie's feet.

It seems to be expressing, don't worry, big brother, with us, there will never be any colored dogs to harass the two of them!

"You be careful."

Floyd said softly.

Chen Lun nodded and gave him a reassuring look.

I just don't know if Floyd can understand it...

Then Floyd took Connie and left with the cats and dogs.

Seeing them disappear from view, Chen Lun bent down and picked up a trumpet gun on the ground.

[Storm Fire - Homemade Musket]

Item description: The gunpowder flintlock gun that the craftsmen have researched and built by themselves. With rough craftsmanship and unique ideas, this weapon has been created.

The extended muzzle makes it a powerful kill at close range, and there is no limit to ammunition.

A handful of crushed iron sand will blow people into slag!

Of course, its insignificant flaws are that it is not very stable, it is easy to explode, and it is a bit laborious...

After reading the description, Chen Lun couldn't help but think of the pair of iron gloves.

"Crazy hand...couldn't it be used to match this thing?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was.

At the same time, I also admire the craftsmen who made these two gadgets.

This brain circuit is dead...

He turned around and glanced at the signboard of "Underwater Beach" beside the stairs, and walked straight down.

When he actually entered the beach, his first impression of it was that it was dirty and smelly!

A stench came directly to his nostrils.

Chen Lun frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

We passed many bungalows along the way, most of which were dilapidated.

Because the lamp holders will not come here to light the lamps, these residents will hang a simple lantern at the door of their house.

It's like a candle with a fishbowl on it.

The faint light is across the embankment aisle, facing the huge and spacious "sewage moat". Not far away was a signboard with colored lights flashing, and the words "Flower and Bird Tavern" could be vaguely seen.

Not long after, Chen Lun came to the door of the tavern and pushed open the door.

Bang!

Noisy and heat waves hit our faces.

The inside was full of excitement, and it was very lively.

It was completely opposite to the dead silence and coldness outside, like two worlds.

A group of drunken drinkers glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to indulge in gambling and molesting the maids.

"Hey, handsome boy, what do you want to play?"

The proprietress, who was dressed up beautifully, came over and asked with a flattering smile.

There was a flash of vigilance in her eyes.

Although the black-haired young man was in tatters, his appearance and temperament were obviously incompatible with the environment here. Coupled with the coldness emanating from his body at this time, it makes people tremble a little.

"Ma'am, is this the stronghold of the Iron Fist Gang?"

Chen Lun said politely and softly.

The proprietress of the tavern leaned closer, and the smell of inferior perfume on her body was a bit pungent, making him just want to sneeze.

"This... sir? Did you go to the wrong place?"

The proprietress denied it flatly, showing a forced smile.

She had a strong premonition in her heart that this man was definitely looking for trouble!

Sheriff's officers? Or a guy from another gang?

Chen Lun smiled at her, pushed her away and walked straight in.

He already got the answer from this woman's performance.

"Sir? Sir! Where are you going!?"

The proprietress suddenly panicked. She felt that she couldn't stop the man, so she ran back to the counter.

He took out an old-fashioned walkie-talkie from the lower drawer, and prepared to report to the Iron Fist gang members in the courtyard.

Squeak!

At this moment, several big black mice jumped out and bit her palm.

"Ah! Damn it!"

The proprietress was startled, and the walkie-talkie fell to the ground in pain.

Then those few mice immediately lifted it, like carrying a coffin, and quickly fled away.

"??"

The proprietress just froze.

"The mouse... the mouse took my walkie-talkie!?"

Chen Lun violently pushed away the drinkers and maids who were blocking the way, causing a crowd of angry shouts and exclamations.

"Brat!"

A sloppy drunk who looked like he hadn't showered for decades stared at him, and stretched out his hand to grab Chen Lun's collar to teach him a lesson.

But a flintlock was directly on his forehead.

"Sir? If you want to die, I can help you."

Chen Lun smiled.

"Yes... sorry!"

The drunkard was sweating all over his heels immediately, and the raised hand retreated to his chest, showing an ugly smile and slowly retreating.

"what--!!"

Screams sounded.

The maid in the shop was scared to hide when she saw this scene. The other drinkers also got up and walked away in a hurry, making a lot of noise.

Chen Lun ignored them and continued walking inside.

Many cautious drinkers had already anticipated that something was wrong and quietly left the tavern.

Chen Lun walked through the back kitchen and took a kitchen knife.

Then he opened the door and came to the courtyard.

"Who!?"

A question came.

A member of the Iron Fist Gang was hitting a wooden target in the open space of the inner courtyard. When they heard the sound of the door opening, they looked over.

"Your good friend, Jack."

The two men in leather jackets looked at each other, one ran towards the building while the other stepped forward.

"Jack? I don't know."

he said coldly.

"If you go wrong, get out!"

"Oh...you can't go wrong."

call out--

A cold light flashed.

A sharp kitchen knife sliced ​​across the man's throat.

The man in the leather jacket faltered a few times and fell down clutching his neck.

Then Chen Lun threw the kitchen knife in his hand, cut through the air, and hit another person's back with a scream.

Because of the inertia of running, the man flew forward a few meters, twitching and lying on the ground silently.

Chen Lun strode forward.

The light from the tavern behind him came through the windows, stretching his shadow toward the building.

Passing by the two large warehouses on the left and right, Chen Lun faintly heard the clanging sound inside, and thought about it.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to it now, and walked directly into the building.

At this time, there were only seven or eight members of the Tekken Gang in the hall, and the boss, Gary, was leaning heavily on the sofa and reading some materials.

"Hey! Who are you!?"

Seeing a strange man walking carelessly into their gang's territory, several members of the Iron Fist Gang who were playing cards got up quickly.

He stared at Chen Lun warily.

Gary also moved his eyes away from the documents in his hands, and focused on the strange man at the door, squinting his eyes.

"Your Excellency? Come to our Iron Fist Gang so late, what's the matter?"

"……kill."