"It's none of our business, Boss!"
One of the younger brothers complained.
"It was the Hyena Boss who asked us to go. He said that with the 'Crazy Hand', we can definitely take care of that group of people...
The people being escorted by seven or eight guards are probably guys of status, so it would be a good deal if they were kidnapped.
But I didn’t expect that the guy who got off the carriage had a musket and killed the hyena leader with one shot! "
"A rifle?"
The burly man frowned, seeming to find things a little tricky.
“It seems that the boy you are talking about is of great importance, but we cannot lose the ‘Crazy Hand’.
Since we only have one musket, we still have a chance of winning."
He stood up and took out a pair of iron gloves exactly the same as the one the bandit leader had worn before and put them on himself.
The fists hit each other, making two clanging sounds.
"Let's go! Catch up!"
"Walk!"
When the younger brothers heard the order, they immediately raised their weapons as if they were injected with chicken blood.
"No need to chase, I'll come on my own."
The bandit leader was sharpening his knives and preparing to set off with his men, when he 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 around him recognized Chen Lun and immediately reminded the leader.
The burly man first looked around and found nothing suspicious, then a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Are you alone?"
"uh-huh."
Chen Lun responded nonchalantly and walked slowly towards them.
The bandit leader's smile became more ferocious and he made a gesture, and his brothers surrounded him with all kinds of weapons.
"You dare to chase here alone, who do you think you are? A hero?"
He raised his iron fist and clenched his fingers, making a crisp sound of metallic friction.
Chen Lun pulled out the flintlock from the holster at his waist and pointed it at the burly leader in front of him.
"Ooooh, oooh... 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 heroic stories and stay at home and drink milk?"
The younger brothers around laughed, their eyes filled with excitement and mockery.
The people imprisoned in the iron cage in the corner of the camp could not help but sigh silently when they saw this scene. They thought they had been saved, but it turned out that they were just a young man who was full of heroic ideas.
"Why don't you call more people first? You have to come here alone to die!"
One of the men cursed angrily, pounded the iron cage, and muttered ugly words.
"I admire him very much."
In another cage sat a fair-haired young man wearing a pointed hat with a white feather in it and a dirty cloak.
A pair of dark green eyes stared at the confrontation ahead, with a look of satisfaction on his handsome face.
"It has some of the charm I had back then, which is admirable and lamentable."
"Shut up! You're just a big talker!"
the man shouted irritably.
The blond young man rolled his eyes, immediately stood up, pointed at the man and cursed back.
"If you bark again, I'll go out and punch you to death."
"Oh, come on then! Will you be arrested if you stop bragging?"
The other detainees covered their ears and looked speechless, as if they were used to such quarrels.
Chen Lun, who was confronting the robber, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"I'm very interested in the pair of iron gloves in your hands. Can you tell me where they came from?"
The bandit leader looked at Chen Lun with a cold look in his eyes.
"It seems that you haven't recognized the current situation. Without your guards by your side, what can you do with just a musket
At most, we will catch you with one shot, clean you up and sell you on the black market...
You are well cared for in the greenhouse, with delicate 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 were about to come out of his mouth.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't tell me, Shuangqiang will tell me the answer."
Chen Lun held two flintlock rifles, one pointing at the burly man and the other at the younger brothers around him.
"Go! Don't be afraid of him! Even if you have two guns, you can only fire two shots! After two shots, he will no longer be a threat!"
When the younger brothers heard it, they rushed over shouting.
But as the gun was pointed at them, they all took a step back. Having said that, no one wanted to be the unlucky one who got shot first.
"Fuck! A bunch of rubbish!"
The burly man cursed.
He immediately led the way, took a big step, and waved his fist at Chen Lun. Seeing this, the other brothers immediately followed suit and rushed forward.
Bang!
Bang!!
Two gunshots occurred almost simultaneously.
The two flowers bloomed almost at the same time.
One of the younger brothers had blood spurting out from his forehead and fell to the ground. Another bullet was blocked by the burly man's iron gloves, creating a spark.
"Hurry up! He can't fire his gun! Catch him! I'm going to torture this guy!"
The burly man glanced at the bullet marks on his gloves with remorse and roared angrily.
Bang bang bang!
BANG BANG BANG BANG!!
A burst of dense and continuous gunfire suddenly froze his expression, and then he showed an expression of disbelief.
"What...what happened?"
Can't a flintlock rifle only fire once per bullet
What the hell is this!
How many shots have you fired
The black-haired young man was seen waving his hands quickly and expressionlessly, as if he was playing a beautiful piano piece.
Stroll, turn, pull the trigger...
The double guns in his hands kept emitting flames and 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 at the flintlock rifle in his hand helplessly, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle.
"Hey... we're out of ammunition."
The bandit leader heard his inaudible mumbling and was suddenly startled.
"Chance!"
The burly figure flashed and pounced like a vicious tiger, raising his iron fist high and then smashing down.
The black metal boxing gloves that were spewing out air waves came straight towards Chen Lun's head!
Peng!!
The bandit leader looked in disbelief, his eyes wide open.
He slowly lowered his head and saw that the flintlock rifle was pressed against his left chest, with smoke coming out.
"You are not..."
A piercing pain came over him, draining all his strength.
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, squatted down, and looked down at the corpse.
"I was just kidding you, idiot."
Unfortunately, the bandit leader could no longer hear.
Destroy the bandit camp, D-level mission: Chase the enemy to the end and complete it!
Obtained mission rewards: 300 experience points and 500 copper kro.
Chen Lun ignored the prompt box and directly took off the iron gloves on the corpse and looked at it carefully.
"This glove... is the 'Crazy Hand'?"
I was originally planning to go back and study that one, but it turned out I had a ready-made one here.
He is quite curious about this thing.
When ordinary people are equipped with it, their combat effectiveness will soar greatly. To some extent, it can be regarded as a black technology.
Crazy Hands-Mechanical Gloves
Item Description: A product of artisans' poor imitation of a masterpiece.
The rough workmanship resulted in the castration of the originally precise and powerful functions, leaving it with only the most basic strike amplification effect.
Of course, you can also use it to hold hot pots and iron basins, at least the heat insulation effect is pretty good...
"That's it?"
Chen Lun immediately lost interest in it.
The gloves might be a good weapon for an ordinary person, but they were useless to him.
Not to mention the increased attack power, it has basically no effect on Chen Lun, who currently has 22 points of strength, which can be reached to 24 points with the surging badge.
As for the additional protection, as long as the hands are covered with a layer of scales, they will be several times more durable than these gloves.
On the contrary, wearing it affects the experience.
This is about combat experience.
You could consider finding an opportunity to give it to the shelter for research and make some money. I believe they would be happy to equip every investigator with a pair of such gloves.
There are flintlock rifles in the distance and iron gloves nearby, how great!
In addition, Chen Lun also discovered some tricks from the prompt description, so he wrote down the information.
He stood up, walked over the corpses on the ground and walked into the camp.
It's very spacious here and everything is visible at a glance.
He walked straight to the corner of the camp and the first thing he noticed was that seven or eight people imprisoned in iron cages were looking at him expectantly.