Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 344: Confrontation

The heart that transcends death has once again changed the course of the battle.

Madman Crenzo, who will not die, has become even more crazed.

When the first bullet inevitably pierced through his body, he felt pain, fear, but quickly realized, he did not die.

He was still alive.

That bullet, upon reaching the end of death, seemed to have been told it was at the wrong destination.

"Cool!!!"

That feeling of arriving at death only to say goodbye excited Crenzo to the extreme.

He let out a wild shout, then hefted two Wenster typewriters and charged forward once more.

He successfully saved two companions doomed to die.

Bullets could not kill him.

This scene made Mollen, far at the Bridgehead, frown.

He smelled an ominous air.

Immortality.

This made him immediately think of those bastards from the West District.

Could it be that bastard Travis has defected?

With that bastard’s character and nature, it’s hard to say he wouldn’t do such a thing.

But soon, this thought vanished from his mind.

Because as he pursued that death-defying kid, someone blocked his way.

This person, wearing a pitch-black bird-beak mask, clad in a massive black coat, in this misty rainy night, was like a black bird flapping its wings.

Johnny Blackbird.

Almost immediately, that name flashed into his mind.

Why was he here?

Wasn’t he supposed to assassinate a noble with the letter A in their surname tonight?

Was he really the Johnny Blackbird?

In an instant, many thoughts surged up.

But in the end, he thought of only one thing, which was...

Catch him.

No matter what, catch this blackbird.

Perhaps catching this blackbird is more important than tonight’s complete victory.

"Signal..."

He immediately said, then abruptly stopped.

"No, don’t signal."

He wanted to capture him alone.

In a flash, he took a deep breath, gathering all his strength, his presence, he had to be at his best.

Perhaps this was the crossroads of his life.

He needed to choose the right path.

Draw the gun, press forward, while covertly directing his subordinates to come closer, strength must concentrate.

However, Johnny Blackbird really was like a bird, easily dodging all the bullets, standing right in front of him.

"Want to catch me? Try it."

He actually saw through Mollen’s thoughts at a glance.

Then there’s no need to hide anymore.

"Surround him, catch him, he is Johnny Blackbird, capture him, and I can reward you with anything!"

Mollen growled almost feverishly.

Hearing this, his subordinates yelped wildly.

All of a sudden, more gunfire, and the mysterious power of true names surged toward Johnny Blackbird, like the relentless rain falling from the sky.

Johnny Blackbird finally could no longer evade everything so effortlessly.

He was hit.

But he was not knocked down.

Because he was the undying Johnny.

Nothing could bring him down.

He nearly gracefully accepted all attacks.

Then, constantly stood tall, moving forward.

Finally, the Hard-headed Mollen charged in front of Johnny Blackbird, no longer using his gun, he drew out two slender military daggers, at some point, he had donned a layer of pitch-black thin armor.

The reason he was called Hard-headed was not only for his tough, reckless actions but also for his fighting style, always head-on, wearing hard armor and engaging in close combat.

An undying person is indeed terrifying, but what if one keeps killing the opponent?

"How many times can you revive?"

Mollen’s military dagger thrust straight towards Johnny Blackbird’s face.

But at that moment, someone stepped out.

Crenzo caught Mollen’s military dagger barehanded.

"Your opponent is me!"

Crenzo shouted at him.

"Good lad, I knew you could keep up."

Johnny Blackbird laughed loudly.

"Not just me, everyone else too!"

More people rushed forward.

This wasn’t a lonely night of flight for Johnny Blackbird; the blackbird had companions now.

Bitter battle.

An absolute bitter battle.

Mollen could not break through this group of immortal men at all.

Especially led by not just two, but three completely fearless madmen.

Yes, Aaron joined the charge.

This directly resulted in Hard-headed Mollen’s force, originally supposed to be the breakthrough team, becoming the most lagging side.

The teams led by others charged faster.

This made some of Sea King Lockeby’s men in the ranks feel dissatisfied, realizing that even if they caught Johnny Blackbird, Mollen would probably seize him, so why not share him with everyone?

Therefore, someone quietly sent a signal out.

In an instant, all the attention was drawn over.

Johnny Blackbird, a name tense enough to tug everyone’s nerves.

Not only did Old Xi Wen’s other godsons react, but also another person couldn’t sit still.

Heisenberg.

To trace the source of everything, it was indeed this person, Johnny Blackbird.

Catching him would change many things.

He had already stood up and sent instructions to his hidden subordinates to protect the Princess.

He needed to go personally.

However, after just a few steps, someone blocked his way.

"Lord Heisenberg, leaving already? The show isn’t over yet, have a seat and watch some more."

Joseph.

Joseph suddenly appeared.

"What if I refuse to watch?"

Heisenberg’s gaze was cold and sharp; he was much more seasoned than Joseph, who used to bow to him, but now could stand as an equal.

"That would be very difficult for me."

Joseph posed as if he absolutely would not let him pass, his hand already on his waist gun.

The implication was clear, sit down or start a fight.

Perhaps Joseph wasn’t Heisenberg’s match, but once a fight broke out, it wouldn’t just be between the two of them; it would be an internal strife within the Kingdom Defense Bureau.

This was a situation none of them wanted tonight, which was why Heisenberg had come personally.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I wouldn’t dare, I just have no choice, I’d rather we sit down and enjoy the show."

The two faced off against each other from a distance.

Rain continuously fell between them, dividing the space into two.

And not far away, cheers erupted again from the artists, seemingly another scene satisfied them to the fullest.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The rain fell for a full three seconds.

Heisenberg sighed and sat back down.

"Do you really think you can win?"

"Perhaps, who knows?"

Joseph put away his gun, and took a seat on a stool.