Chapter 90: The Fastest Draw and Shoot Speed

In the Ark Gang’s stronghold,

Zhou Yun idly twisted the pocket tornado in his hand while gazing through the window at the Ark Gang members training outside,

they were being drilled in how to use firearms more professionally, how to engage in close combat, and how to conduct street warfare,

but honestly, their training was

“Unbearable to watch,” the winged figure in white light murmured silently: “They lack proper professional instruction.”

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement—he was a layman in military matters,

but among the instructors teaching the Ark Gang members, Zhou Yun recognized Luo Ge,

the other instructors were mostly thugs from the Lower Nest.

Lei Na could probably only muster this lot.

“Don’t say it—Luo Ge might be the most reliable one here.”

Lei Na said, her face twisted with frustration and exhaustion,

“At least he taught my people how to survive longer on the battlefield.”

Zhou Yun had to nod in agreement,

Luo Ge might be useless in every other way, but in the Lower Nest, where average life expectancy hovers around thirty, the fact that he still walked around with a face aged sixty or seventy proved his survival skills.

Gangs in the district rose and fell in cycles, but Luo Ge always survived at the bottom rung,

utterly useless, yet incredibly hard to kill.

Lei Na sighed: “What do you think about what I just told you?”

She had just told Zhou Yun two things:

one was that the Ark Gang was facing financial strain,

the other was whether he was interested in joining the Ark Gang’s management.

“You’re trying to weasel out of paying me!”

“You want me to work for free!”

Zhou Yun distilled the core issue in his own way:

“How dare you? Even the Emperor doesn’t skip my payment or make me work for free!”

Zhou Yun stared wide-eyed at Lei Na.

Lei Na’s expression twitched slightly,

“It’s not that we’re skipping payment—we’re not short on money, it’s just—”

Lei Na pushed the ledger toward Zhou Yun:

“We’re struggling too. Returning the warp engine, destroying the warp engine, and handling those two problems—combined, the blood coins I owe you are already so vast they require complex reallocation.”

“You’ve seen these past few days—I’m reorganizing the entire Ark Gang to adapt to the Emperor’s mandate, and every logistical channel is lagging.”

Lei Na leaned close to Zhou Yun, her tone apologetic and conflicted:

“The money is definitely there—we’ve cooperated before; don’t you trust me?”

As she spoke, her gaze drifted to the pocket tornado in Zhou Yun’s hand,

she had witnessed the power of that small brown gourd—it could unleash a formidable hurricane.

“So… could we set this gourd aside for now?”

“Time, Lei Na,” Zhou Yun rubbed his fingers together and asked.

“If you’re in a hurry, take over some of the Ark Gang’s affairs—I’m drowning in chaos right now.”

Lei Na said, her face bitter,

the Ark Gang’s problem wasn’t lack of money—it was having money and not knowing how to move it,

as the Ark Gang expanded, Lei Na had long since reached the limit of her managerial capacity,

and recently, she had overhauled the entire Ark Gang, shifting vast resources once allocated to starship construction to other uses,

involving countless resource and manpower transfers across multiple Lower Nest districts—Lei Na simply couldn’t untangle it all in a short time,

she desperately needed someone to help.

But one glance told her Zhou Yun had no intention of joining the Ark Gang’s management.

Just thinking about it exhausted him.

Lei Na sighed: “I’ll pay half now; the rest I’ll give you within a month.”

“There’s no choice—everything costs money now. I plan to dismantle and sell our starship to raise funds.”

“Good thing I still have that Upper Nest pass you got me—maybe I can find a buyer up there.”

A month.

Zhou Yun’s eyelid twitched slightly,

this planet, Asford, might not even last a month,

and selling that starship—

Zhou Yun had seen the data on the starship Lei Na acquired,

it was buried in the desolate wasteland beyond the hive, an old Wanderer-class merchant vessel built years ago,

finding a buyer for that thing would be no small feat.

“How about I handle it?” The winged figure in white light suddenly spoke.

Zhou Yun blinked, startled, and asked inwardly: “What do you mean, you’ll handle it?”

“I’ll manage the Ark Gang’s affairs—just a minor gang’s paperwork. Give me thirty minutes and it’s done.”

Zhou Yun paused—it actually seemed feasible,

even if the winged figure in white light wasn’t Sanguinius, he was certainly no ordinary human,

even a common Astartes outclassed mortals in mental capacity,

what Lei Na couldn’t untangle might be child’s play to the winged figure in white light.

Moreover, the Divination Machine of Right and Wrong had confirmed the winged figure in white light was trustworthy.

Zhou Yun gave a slight nod and turned to Lei Na: “Bring me all your Ark Gang records, documents, and forms.”

“Really?” Lei Na blinked, then her eyes lit up with delight: “I’ll bring some over right away—we can work together—”

“First, I mean all of it.”

“Second, you don’t need to be involved.”

Zhou Yun waved a finger.

“Third, managing affairs comes at a fee.”

“If you truly can finish this and redesign a new resource allocation system—”

Lei Na hesitated, then stood up, opened the door, and led Zhou Yun into the next room:

“You’ll see—once the Ark Gang no longer needs to build starships, it actually has a lot of money.”

Lei Na opened the door to the next room and pointed inside.

The entire room was piled high with documents and forms, like a mountain of paper,

on the central desk sat several data boards, their screens flashing complex data continuously.

Zhou Yun’s expression remained calm as he stepped inside; Lei Na followed close behind,

watching as he sat down calmly at the desk and picked up the topmost document.

“Aren’t you going to use some miraculous tech device?” Lei Na couldn’t help asking.

“I’m using my external brain,” Zhou Yun replied with a light laugh,

he opened the document, letting the winged figure in white light see through his eyes.

“Industrial raw materials from District Six can be routed to local factories via Passage Twelve.”

“Steel and pulpwood shipments from District Fifteen are clogging the same corridor—they should be scheduled like this.”

“The branch manager in District Thirteen is embezzling—amount is approximately—”

“The Ark Gang’s tax collection model in the Lower Nest needs revision—collect protection fees the way I say.”

“Have Lei Na calculate these two forms—the correct numbers will carry the corruption of the Lord of Ten Thousand Changes; she’s immune to it.” Lei Na stared blankly as Zhou Yun stood amid the Ark Gang’s documents,

each document spent only a few seconds in Zhou Yun’s hands before he finished processing it,

and he quickly pointed out hidden problems and told Lei Na how to fix them.

Later, Zhou Yun began handling multiple documents simultaneously—the pile of unprocessed files visibly shrank before their eyes.

Lei Na couldn’t keep up with Zhou Yun’s thoughts at all,

but Zhou Yun could match the winged figure in white light—his reflexes, blessed by the Emperor’s grim deathly will in the Undernest, had become extraordinarily swift,

less than half an hour later, the winged figure in white light shook his head at the completed documents:

“This much? If Guilliman were here, he’d have finished it in minutes.”

“I’ve redesigned the Ark Gang’s management system—Lei Na’s original setup was crude. My version will be far more efficient.”

Zhou Yun said nothing, only waved his hand, signaling Lei Na to look.

Lei Na trembled slightly, disbelievingly scanned several documents Zhou Yun had processed, then stared at his new resource allocation plan and full management overhaul—her head spun.

The overwhelming mountain of documents she had struggled with had been cleared by Zhou Yun in moments.

!

“I was wrong.”

Lei Na rubbed her forehead and said:

“I used to resent you calling me an idiot—I get it now. I really am an idiot.”

“I’m such a fool. Really.”

Leina’s gaze was distant.

“Look, you’ve shattered the girl’s Dao heart,” Zhou Yun said, glancing at the winged figure within the white light.

“How can that be my fault—huh?” The winged figure in the white light suddenly fell silent.

BOOM!!!!!!

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the distance; orange-yellow light flashed past the window.

Explosion,

Leina rushed to the window at top speed, staring at the roaring flames in the distance:

“Is this… a factory?”

“The factory exploded?!”

Long tongues of fire shot out from the factory’s windows,

the entire building burned as workers fled in panic through the structure,

Gordon Wan, draped in a brownish cloak, covered his face with a crimson cloth,

he extended one of his three arms to adjust his cloak, letting the workers flee past his hands,

these workers were also oppressed; Gordon Wan would not kill them. Following Gordon Wan were

Gordon Wan’s purpose was not to oppress, but to rebel,

he was the most exquisite killing weapon born of the sect, a symbol of the entire sect’s will to resist,

he was born with superhuman sensory abilities and neurons capable of rapid electrical discharge, granting him reaction speeds beyond human comprehension,

the nose concealed beneath the red cloth granted him superhuman olfaction; his eyes possessed unique infrared vision,

his inner ears were highly developed, enhancing his balance and coordination,

from the moment of his birth, Gordon Wan underwent the sect’s training, learning marksmanship from the sect’s commanders,

his three arms’ shooting speed and precision were unmatched throughout Asford,

his draw-and-fire speed reached 0.3 seconds,

he was the sect’s killing weapon, the most dangerous revolver among the sect’s commanders,

he was the Liberator, the oppressor’s nightmare,

and today he would confront the oppressor: the criminal gang Ark Gang, entrenched in this region.

“Fuck! They dared blow up the factory!”

the Ark Gang members’ roars echoed nearby,

as a vital factory, the Ark Gang had clearly stationed guards,

the mixed-blood disciples and ethnic brothers following Gordon Wan had slipped in through the pipes.

Gunfire erupted,

Ark Gang members charged into the factory, brandishing automatic rifles, clashing with Gordon Wan’s mixed-blood followers.

Several Ark Gang members turned their gaze toward Gordon Wan, raising their guns at him,

Gordon Wan gave them time to aim—but not time to pull the trigger.

Instantly, the heads of all Ark Gang members who had aimed at Gordon Wan exploded,

their final sight: Gordon Wan’s three arms, each holding a Liberator automatic pistol, still smoking.

The trigger kept firing; each pull detonated another Ark Gang member’s head—no miss.

“Hold on! The Master is coming with reinforcements!”

Ark Gang members charged chaotically at the mixed-blood disciples and ethnic brothers,

their disorganized formation clearly lacked rigorous training,

yet the mixed-blood disciples and ethnic brothers had trained since childhood under the commanders’ guidance, fighting in perfect order under the commanders’ psychic-link command.

Gordon Wan raised his Liberator pistol again,

in the next instant, the head of the Ark Gang’s leader exploded,

the Ark Gang members froze in terror, their formation descending into greater chaos.

Through the psychic link, Gordon Wan signaled the others to attack—

“Drop your weapons! Leave cover!”

a sharp voice suddenly pierced the minds of all mixed-blood disciples and ethnic brothers,

nearly all of them stepped out from cover, simultaneously dropping their weapons,

“Fire!” This sharp voice now pierced the minds of all Ark Gang members,

they raised their automatic rifles simultaneously and opened fire on the mixed-blood disciples and ethnic brothers,

the awakened disciples and brothers scrambled to dodge, but many still fell to the Ark Gang’s gunfire.

Gordon Wan shifted his infrared-perceiving eyes toward the source of the voice,

a woman stood atop the factory, her gaze burning as she watched all the gene-thieves,

Gordon Wan instantly understood: she was the Ark Gang’s Master—the oppressor among oppressors!

But now she was hidden in a blind spot of his gun’s trajectory; Gordon Wan needed to move into a firing position—

Huh?

Just as Gordon Wan took a few steps forward,

a man blocked his path,

the man’s face was as cold and fierce as a lion from the forest’s depths, his golden hair stirred by the factory’s hot wind,

he held a Catrel M36 laser rifle.

Gordon Wan identified him: this was the man known in intelligence reports as “Ryan Russ,” and this face was his signature “Lion Mask.”

Intelligence said he was an exceptional marksman!

But Gordon Wan was not afraid!

His three Liberator automatic pistols were light and compact, with a firing speed so extreme that each draw-and-fire took only 0.3 seconds.

Yet Ryan Russ’s Catrel M36 laser rifle was too heavy and bulky; no matter how skilled, he could not match Gordon Wan’s speed,

in 0.3 seconds, Gordon Wan’s three arms simultaneously drew and fired,

but he felt no trigger pull,

he stared in confusion as three laser beams pierced his three arms, reducing them to ash that vanished into the air.

(End of Chapter)