sbdcsierra Chapter 18 Anyway, you guys are here!
Chapter 18 Anyway, you guys are here!
"Boss, should we send some of the men over there to take a look?"
Mark was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave, so he tentatively offered his opinion.
Hans seemed to snap out of his daze; he stopped and said:
"No, you're not going anywhere. Go tell the security guards outside to come closer and load them with bullets. They've been feeding and taking good care of you every day, so it's time for you to put in some effort."
"Heh heh, Tony, just keep grinding for my horse for a week. I knew it, this guy's a total scaredy-cat, there's no way he'd let us out."
Mark chuckled inwardly, but felt no sense of urgency. Although he had been startled by the miserable state of those people, he genuinely believed that those ruthless individuals could not possibly have come here.
Hey tough guys, go ahead and leave if you want, nobody's stopping you.
Even if those guys really come, if things don't look good, they'll just fire a couple of shots as a token gesture. They only make a few dollars a month anyway.
Running away whenever I want, that's my patience... the real reason Mark can be so fearless.
"Should we call the police or get the rifle guards?"
Hans looked at the hand-cranked wooden box telephone hanging on the wall, somewhat hesitant.
Mark was startled and blurted out:
"Boss, are we really going to call those guys over?!"
He regretted it as soon as he said it; after all, it was this white-skinned person who was bleeding heavily, what did it have to do with him?
"Yeah, yeah, why should I panic? You guys are here, right?"
Hans finally sat down. In the past, he wouldn't have been stingy with appearance fees, but with this tariff bill in effect, he would definitely have to spend money and bleed money afterward. Therefore, Hans ultimately did not make the call.
"Hehehe, of course..."
Mark merely gave a forced smile, but what he was thinking was:
"What a greedy fellow, greedy for both his life and his money!"
"Alright, you can go now. Remember to tell those guys to get ready. After tonight, I'm going to teach those bastards a lesson!"
Mark then left the room, leaving Hans to continue drinking, but instead of drinking to cool off, he was now drinking to calm his nerves.
......
Mark pushed open the heavy oak gate and walked out of the manor.
The air outside was much cooler than inside, so he began to notify everyone to get ready.
Looking around, there were quite a few people standing in the courtyard, mostly the security guards who had transported the laborers that day.
There was absolutely no tension among them.
Several people were sitting around the flower bed, holding playing cards in their hands.
Several half-empty bottles of beer were carelessly tossed on the grass.
"Hey, stop playing around, everyone." Mark walked over and kicked the butt of the fat guy closest to him.
"The boss said, everyone be alert and turn on that damn safety."
The fat man, presumably named Bill, struggled to his feet, slammed his cards on the ground, and muttered:
"Mark, is it really necessary? Those pigs are causing trouble in the woods a few kilometers to the north. Do you think they can fly all the way here?"
A tall, thin man next to him chimed in with a laugh:
"Exactly. Even though Old Cui is dead, I'm not surprised at all. That idiot always liked to abuse people. He must have been retaliated against by some crazy pig. This kind of thing has happened before."
The security guards burst into laughter.
In their view, this was just another harmless riot. There had been laborers who resisted before, but in the end, they were all beaten with gun butts and had guns pointed at their heads, and then they obediently went back to work.
They simply didn't believe that anyone could single-handedly wipe out the entire patrol; they thought the messenger was just terrified and exaggerating.
Mark didn't bother arguing with them.
Tom, who spat at Fang Jianqiu, was also among them.
He wasn't playing cards; instead, he leaned against a pillar, fiddling with a Winchester rifle in his hand.
Hearing Mark's order, Tom looked displeased. He spat on the ground and cursed:
"Damn it, what's the boss afraid of? Why won't he let us go north? My gun barrel is rusty, I'm looking for some pigs to practice on."
Tom pulled the bolt back with a clanging sound, a morbid longing on his face.
"I didn't like that big guy when we were transporting piglets last time. If he were here, I would have made sure to shove a hole in his head."
Mark glanced at Tom, inwardly cursing him as a madman, but aloud said:
"Alright, Tom, you'll have plenty of opportunities to kill someone later. The boss said tonight to keep watch here. If you're really bored, go stand guard at the door."
Tom snorted in dissatisfaction, picked up his gun, and walked towards the front door, kicking pebbles in the road as he went.
"Guard, guard, guard my ass. Those useless pigs can't even hold a sugarcane knife properly. Even if they had the guts, would they dare approach the manor? What a waste of my time."
Other security personnel gradually took their positions, but their posture remained relaxed.
Some people were still secretly smoking, while others leaned against the wall yawning, their faces bearing relaxed and contented smiles.
In their eyes, this was not a defensive battle at all, but just a leisurely night of fun that had been interrupted.
......
At this moment, on the main road not far from the manor.
A figure is running quickly.
Fang Jianqiu, carrying five or six guns, was jogging on the main road. The heavy guns seemed weightless on him, and as he ran, the butts of the guns clattered together, making a slight sound.
As he ran, he checked his own information panel.
A pale blue screen appeared on my retina:
[Personal Panel]
[Hero Name: Fang Jianqiu]
[Hextech Rune: More Versatile Scope (Gold Tier), Draw Your Sword (Prismatic Tier)]
[Skills/Effects: Mastery of Ancient Martial Arts; Proficiency in Firearms; Life Steal (10%); Constitution (One in a Million)]
Fang Jianqiu felt the power surging within his body.
"Just 10% life steal has this effect?"
Fang Jianqiu clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
"I don't even want to imagine what it would be like if they gave me the Vampiric Habits rune, adding another 30% lifesteal."
His exceptional physique, one in a million, gave him extraordinary stamina.
Even after running for more than ten minutes carrying five or six guns, and despite the high intensity of the sprint, Fang Jianqiu remained calm and composed, his heartbeat steady as if he were taking a walk.
And he could feel that the changes in his body were continuing, and his muscles were becoming firmer.
Besides the personal panel, Fang Jianqiu was more concerned about the Hextech interface.
Looking at the new experience bar progress, he silently calculated in his mind and came to a result that was reasonably acceptable:
"It seems that every time I acquire a rune, the experience required to unlock it next time increases by 2000 points. Now, if I want to unlock the next rune, I need a full 6000 experience points."
The specific number of experience points was naturally set by Fang Jianqiu himself. He used the meager experience gained from cutting a sugarcane as the smallest unit "1", and thus derived the total number of experience points.
"Cutting sugarcane is too slow. Killing rats is faster than cutting sugarcane."
Fang Jianqiu recalled the massacre in the sugarcane field just now; with each kill, his experience bar would suddenly jump up.
"I killed ten more foreigners and gained 2000 experience points. I only need 4000 more. Seems pretty fast?"
If you're cutting sugarcane, it will take two days to get those 4000 experience points.
But if it's murder, it's just a matter of another twenty foreigners.
The cold corpse transformed into a warm experience, giving Fang Jianqiu's grip on the gun much stronger again.
As I traveled and pondered, before I knew it, a large expanse of light appeared ahead.
The brightly lit manor came into view.
Fang Jianqiu stopped and did not rush through the main gate. He looked around, found a slightly taller tree, and climbed up it using both his hands and feet.
Standing atop a tree, he surveyed the estate from his vantage point.
This estate is a world apart from the filthy, overcrowded piglet camp.
The massive wrought-iron gate was closed, and a gravel road led directly to the main house inside. The main house was a two-story white villa with a wide porch and several huge Roman columns in front.
The house was lit by bright kerosene lamps, and perhaps expensive electric lights as well. The light shone through the glass windows, illuminating the lawn outside in a stark white.
The lawn was neatly trimmed, and several tall palm trees were planted nearby.
Even at night, you can see that this place exudes an air of wealth built on human blood.
Fang Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, focusing his gaze on the figures holding guns. They were some distance from the manor, and although he couldn't see their faces clearly, their general postures were still clear.
"Four at the entrance."
There were four people at the big iron gate. One of them was leaning against a pillar with a gun in his arms, while the other three were gathered together smoking and occasionally laughing and cursing.
"Five in front of the main house."
The gaze shifted inward. Five people were scattered under the porch and on the steps of the white Western-style building.
Some sat on the steps, others leaned against the wall, their guns mostly lying casually to the side, not at all on guard.
"Is there anything I missed?"
Fang Jianqiu looked carefully at the shadows around him and the sides of the house, but found nothing. He also couldn't see the stable on the other side of the house, so he figured that even if there were people there, there wouldn't be more than five.
Fang Jianqiu withdrew his gaze, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"This personnel arrangement is really haphazard. It seems that the riots and resistance over there didn't put much pressure on them at all, and they're so lax."
They were spread out and had no cover for each other.
There was an open space of twenty or thirty meters between the four people at the gate and the five people in the main house. If a fight broke out, they would have to fight each other separately.
Fang Jianqiu thought this was the usual behavior of the security guards at these manors.
What he didn't know was that if Mark and his companion hadn't seen the foreman's injuries and returned to report, only a few of the guards would have been outside on watch, while the others would have gone back to their rooms to sleep or drink.
"Since you look down on people so much..."
Fang Jianqiu slid down from the tree and tightened his gun strap.
"Then I'll send you to meet God, and gain some experience along the way."