Chapter 22: Amitabha Buddha

Sang Dai Ke's body instinctively leaned back, his peripheral vision catching the portrait on the table.

The person in the portrait looks remarkably like the one before him!

"Fire!"

Sang Dai Ke roared, regardless of who he is or how he came here.

Shooting first is definitely the right move.

Interrogating a live captive also presupposes having the advantage.

We may outnumber them, but if they dare to come, they must have some reliance.

Kill the enemy first, then think about the problem.

At this moment, Sang Dai Ke appeared utterly decisive.

The bodyguards' reaction was not slow either; almost as Sang Dai Ke shouted, they raised their gun barrels and pulled the triggers.

For a moment, gunfire filled the entire space.

The elevator shaft of the lift is only slightly larger than the lift itself.

There is also no elevator door.

Fundamentally, there is nowhere to hide.

If Sang Dai Ke or those bodyguards had reacted a bit slower just now,

Tang Luo could have left this cramped lift, entered the room, and had a relatively spacious area to dodge in.

But now, they are so decisive that Tang Luo must face the gun barrels spewing flames from this group, as well as the bullets bursting from the muzzles.

The revolvers these bodyguards use are obviously much more advanced, employing a double-action mechanism that allows rapid fire.

Although its rate of fire is not fast compared to modern firearms,

but the number of shooters is large.

The dense gunfire rang out, still like a bullet storm.

Tang Luo, with nowhere to hide, raised his right hand in the face of this oncoming bullet storm.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the scene before him seemed to slow down.

Sang Dai Ke's bending motion, the bodyguards' trigger pulls, the flames spraying from the muzzles.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

With his thumb pressed against his index finger, Tang Luo aimed at a bullet flying toward his eye and flicked it with his finger.

A crisp sound.

The bullet head struck like hitting a solid steel wall, compressing and shattering.

The damaged bullet head flew backward, striking another bullet.

Another crisp sound, the two bullets flew off in different directions, one of them then hitting yet another bullet.

Ding-ding-dang.

The crisp sound of metal striking, plus the sound of landing.

Mixed together with the gunfire.

Sang Dai Ke and the others widened their eyes; in their field of view,

they saw only the right hand of the "comer" turning into a series of afterimages before him, bullets constantly being flicked away and falling to the ground.

Even someone was hit by a stray bullet from the spray, letting out a miserable cry.

Until the gunfire abruptly stopped.

The last metallic clink also ceased.

The room fell silent, save for the suppressed breaths of the two bodyguards struck in the shoulder by stray bullets.

After six rounds, the revolver surely needs to be reloaded.

Even if the bodyguards carry a dedicated "magazine loader", reloading speed is still not fast.

Moreover, they have no coordination among themselves.

Everyone is firing indiscriminately, trying to kill the person before them.

Thus, an opening appeared.

And after a round of bullet storm, when their volley's target is still standing unharmed,

everyone is dazed, having forgotten to reload.

Tang Luo extended a clenched fist before him, his fist blocking everyone's view, so they still couldn't see his face.

The gripped fist is not tight, but loose, as if something were inside.

Palm down, Tang Luo spread his five fingers.

The last few bullets he had caught fell to the ground, mixing into the bullet pile beneath his feet.

"Ah!"

The sound of bullets hitting the floor seemed to "awaken" someone.

He shouted loudly, raising his gun barrel again— not knowing whether the cylinder actually had bullets loaded.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

That bodyguard's forehead now had a bloody hole in the center; his corpse collapsed and hit the ground.

Tang Luo held his left hand level, gripping the pistol, its muzzle emitting thin white smoke.

Tang Luo also has such a revolver!

Tang Luo has never learned shooting.

But to shoot and hit a target, it's simply two conditions: aim true, and hand steady.

These two conditions, Tang Luo exactly satisfies them.

When firing, the muzzle does not deviate at all.

Within a certain distance, he is a marksman who never misses.

There were six gunshots in total.

Six bodyguards who were still planning to counterattack fell down.

Now, the remaining people dare not act rashly.

They could only point their pistols at Tang Luo, looking like they were in a standoff.

Sang Dai Ke had already sneaked to the other side of the round table, staring at Tang Luo and asking: "Is it you guys who are dealing with the organization?"

"Hmm."

Tang Luo responded, thought for a moment, and said, "Just call me the Punisher—punish evil and promote good."

Sang Dai Ke snorted, expressing his disdain.

"Punish evil and promote good?"

This guy is probably living in a dream.

However, after snorting, Sang Dai Ke's face darkened again.

This person, who seems to be living in a dream, is now the nightmare of everyone present.

Blocking with bare hands, catching the bullet?

Or perhaps he himself is dreaming?

Tang Luo lowered his head, took six bullets from his pocket, calmly loaded them into the cylinder, and walked out of the elevator.

Thinking about it, just walking over and punching someone's head to pieces.

That seems too brutal, too demonic.

It doesn't match the identity of a monastic.

Using a gun would be much more low-key and peaceful.

Just as Tang Luo was loading the bullets, a shadow suddenly appeared, dimming the light considerably.

He looked up, and Tang Luo saw a burly man standing before him.

Over two meters tall, with a face full of horizontal flesh.

His right hand gripped a gleaming dagger.

He was the only one not holding a gun.

He was also one of Sang Dai Ke's two personal bodyguards.

Two bodyguards, one skilled with guns.

This one is strong and mighty, invincible in close combat, and most importantly, his mind is not very sharp.

Trained and brainwashed by Sang Dai Ke, he is utterly loyal and will not violate any of Sang Dai Ke's orders.

Blocking bullets for him is trivial.

At that moment, Tang Luo had just loaded the final bullet.

The tall man revealed a ferocious, extreme grin toward Tang Luo, and his dagger fell to the ground.

He opened his arms and embraced Tang Luo.

He let out a beast-like low growl, the muscles on his arms bulged, and veins protruded.

His face quickly flushed red, his forehead covered in veins.

Obviously, he was exerting all his strength to strangle Tang Luo to death.

His bear hug has claimed many victims.

Even after death, the corpses twist into an exaggerated pose, describable as "inhuman shape."

But now, this is only just beginning.

While the man choked Tang Luo, gunfire rang out again.

In Sang Dai Ke's hand, a black revolver had appeared at some point.

He gripped the revolver with both hands, aimed past the man at Tang Luo's head, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Few know that Count Sang Dai Ke is also a marksman.

At the same time, the others likewise pulled their triggers.

They were only a hair slower than Sang Dai Ke.

Taking Sang Dai Ke as the main attacker, they were responsible for delivering the finishing blows.

The revolver in Sang Dai Ke's hand is clearly different from the others'.

This revolver's body is black, engraved with gold patterns, noble and luxurious.

Unlike ordinary revolvers that have only a thin barrel.

The front of the revolver resembles a common modern pistol, sloping downward near the trigger to form an inverted triangle.

Adding a domineering air to its inherent luxury.

Its craftsmanship seems impossible for this era to produce.

Moreover, it resembles a work of art more than a killing tool.

But its power is truly that of a killing weapon!

Even the others' high-end pistols cannot guarantee that their bullets will fully penetrate Sang Dai Ke's bodyguard and hit Tang Luo.

Especially when the Sang Dai Ke bodyguard is tense and exerting force.

Hitting him might possibly cause him to burst with greater strength from the pain.

But the next moment his strength would fade, releasing his hold on Tang Luo.

And the bullet fired from the revolver in Sang Daike's hand——

The man's neck and chest were torn apart in that instant, the massive wound separating his head from his body directly.

Tang Luo leaned back.

The hat he was wearing fell down, just covering his face.

The following bullets struck the man's body before he could fall.

A few tricky shots also flew toward Tang Luo.

However, the man had already loosened his grip; the backward-leaning Tang Luo retreated two steps, back to the elevator, leaned inside, and just managed to dodge those few bullets.

"Dead?"

Sang Daike looked at the blood-soaked Tang Luo and thought to himself,

He was confident in the power of this revolver and his own marksmanship.

Sang Daike had once used this revolver to kill a bear with a single shot from over 200 meters away.

This revolver was never meant to be used against humans.

He believed that no one could escape this revolver once he had taken aim.

The opponent's blood-soaked appearance seemed to confirm this.

But why did his inner unease, panic, and even fear not subside at all?

"Fire! Shoot him!"

Sang Daike roared angrily.

The others exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled by this corpse-whipping behavior.

Nevertheless, they respected Sang Daike's opinion and all pulled their triggers.

At that very moment, Tang Luo, who had been leaning inside the elevator, suddenly moved.

His slanted leaning body straightened up, and his hat fell off.

He raised both hands, firing with his left hand.

His right hand turned into a blur.

After the gunshot, Sang Daike struggled to turn his head and look around.

The companions who had been standing beside him, the bodyguards, had all collapsed.

He then looked again at Tang Luo.

This man grinned, revealing his white teeth, with a bullet clenched between his upper and lower teeth.

That bullet had actually been bitten by him!

Tang Luo's face had no blood on it, completely covered by the hat that had fallen to the ground.

He opened his mouth, letting the bullet fall to the ground.

A crisp sound.

This startled the dazed Sang Daike awake.

"Monster!"

"Monster!"

He roared, aiming at Tang Luo and fired again.

After three gunshots, Sang Daike grunted in pain, and his black revolver fell to the ground.

His right wrist quickly swelled and turned red, and the tiger's mouth split.

The black revolver was extremely powerful, with astonishing recoil.

Sang Daike fired recklessly, not having had time to fire all six rounds.

This had already injured him.

Having lost his last weapon, Sang Daike's body trembled as he shouted at Tang Luo: "I——"

A flash of black light passed.

Sang Daike's head and the revolver thrown by Tang Luo shattered simultaneously.

"Amitabha——"

In the purgatory-like room, a discordant, eerily ominous Buddhist chant rang out.