Dying Quickly

Old man Leon looked at Horus, his eyelids twitching, as if a great disaster was about to befall him. Leon immediately changed the subject.

"Horus, since I have promised you, I will do it."

"But unlike before, I said I would do my best to assist you in fighting Caesar. Now I can only give you a portion of the troops and let you fight Caesar on your own."

Old Man Leon was worried that Horus would overturn the table and take advantage of the situation to attack him, so he chose to compromise.

But Leon was also worried that if he really cooperated with Horus, Caesar would settle scores with him, and he might not be able to withstand it.

Leon chose to sever ties with the troops he had given away, meaning those troops would have nothing to do with him anymore.

Horus remained silent, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. He was somewhat unwilling; if he could drag old man Leon into the mess, their chances of winning would definitely increase significantly.

Seeing Horus's expression, old man Leon immediately added, "This is the greatest sincerity I can offer, Horus."

"I'm old, and I won't live much longer. If you dare to push me, I'll blow you up first!"

"Let me show you who's really tougher!!"

Old man Leon straightened his body, his hunched back straightened, and a cold glint flashed in his cloudy eyes. He was old, but that did not mean he was a beast to be slaughtered.

Even a rancher who can build such a large ranch must have a dirty past.

Not to mention that old man Leon has been a large rancher for so many years, and has killed far more people than Horus.

Seeing the old man Leon's resolute expression, Horus finally scoffed and nodded in agreement.

"Alright, when will you hand over your men?"

"By the way, I don't want your newly hired rookies, I want people who can fight."

Horus then made further demands: he wanted to fight Caesar, and if he were to acquire some weak soldiers, they would likely be overwhelmed by the superior firepower and flee in a single encounter.

Old man Leon sat back down in his chair and said leisurely, "Oh, no rush, no rush."

Now that Horus had agreed to the deal, old man Leon had achieved his goal and seemed easy to talk to, his words full of excuses.

Just as Horus was trying to determine the exact time, a burst of gunfire erupted outside.

The gunshots were a continuous series of "tu-tu-tu" sounds, completely different from the sound of their hunting rifles.

There was only one person in the valley who possessed a large number of automatic rifles.

Horus and the old man Leon exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Caesar!"

Old Man Leon's heart sank. If Caesar saw him trading with Horus, he would definitely categorize him and Horus as allies.

That would render your trade pointless.

Old man Leon looked up at Horus, whose face beamed with joy; he had also thought of this.

Horus thought to himself, "I never expected that Caesar would actually facilitate our cooperation this time."

Before the two could continue their conversation, the gunfire outside grew more intense and closer, accompanied by the screams of their men, and their faces grew increasingly grim.

outside the house.

Caesar charged forward quickly; his amazing physique, lightning-fast reaction speed, and rapidly improving marksmanship often allowed him to take down enemies in a single encounter.

He was followed by Morales and T-boy. The two men were not good marksmen, but they kept their hands on the triggers and provided sufficient suppressive fire.

Colby and Tite were much better marksmen; the two of them ran and fired in bursts.

There were other squad members around, all yelling and firing. Although their aim wasn't great, they were still able to kill a few people.

Caesar led his men in a frontal assault, Moore and his team advanced from the flanks, while Daryl and his team used long-range sniper rifles for single-point demolitions.

The power of a sniper rifle is terrifying. Each bullet is longer than a finger, and a single shot can instantly blow open a skull, leaving only a headless corpse on the ground.

The scene was extremely bloody and brutal.

With the help of a sniper rifle and Daryl's cover, Caesar led the charge in, and as they approached the enemy...

The enemy raised his gun to fire, but the old shotgun often jammed due to poor maintenance. He hurriedly lowered his head, his hands and feet trembling as he unloaded the bullets and tried to reload the gun.

The next second, a dagger was firmly inserted into his eye.

I looked up and half the world turned blood red as that tall figure charged towards me like a demon god.

In his final moments, he felt light as a feather, as if he were...flying.

With a thud, the body fell to the ground, the back of its head pressed against its back, its throat protruding from its neck, and small streams of blood gushing out like a fountain.

Caesar strode over the corpses and walked inside.

The surrounding enemies died rapidly, one by one, within minutes. There were only a dozen or so of them in total, and they didn't last long before they all died.

With a sinister grin, Moore grabbed the arm of a cowboy lying on the ground, his body riddled with wounds and his face pale from blood loss. Moore then plunged a dagger into the cowboy's shoulder blade.

With a combination of pressing and stepping, it penetrates without even reaching the handle.

The cowboy screamed with bloodshot eyes, his throat slit, his voice muffled, leaving only a hoarse gasp.

Caesar, with traces of blood still on his body, leaned against the wall and pushed open the wooden door.

The moment the wooden door moved, countless bullets pierced through it.

Dust drifted out from the wooden door, scattering wood chips.

Caesar did not charge in; instead, he took three grenades from his waist, removed the pins, and tossed them into the cabin.

Inside the cabin, three grenades were thrown to the ground. Due to kinetic energy, they rolled, and one of them even stood up.

Horus's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with rage.

The elderly Leon stared blankly at the grenade on the ground, a look of helplessness in his eyes.

The cowboys who were protecting them inside the cabin ran towards the exit of the cabin at the same time, their faces filled with barely suppressed panic.

Three grenades exploded, the shockwaves slammed into the wooden walls, instantly destroying the wooden pillars. The hunter's hut let out a painful wail, flames spewed from the first floor, climbing and burning upwards.

The entire hunter's cabin quickly caught fire, with plumes of black smoke rising from the raging flames.

The lush trees were quickly ignited by the flames, and the fire grew larger and larger, with black smoke even obscuring the sky.

Caesar stood there, watching the burning wooden house.

Two large trees nearby had their trunks broken by the flames and fell onto the wooden house, causing it to collapse. Flames mixed with dust swept in.

Caesar covered his mouth and nose and shouted, "Throw all the bodies in, and their guns in too!"

If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. Since you said you'd make Horus, old man Leon, and his men disappear, Caesar wouldn't leave any room for exposure.

The flames burned the trees, the corpses and the evidence, and finally turned everything into charcoal.

The fire grew larger and larger, eventually spreading throughout the entire forest. Caesar led his men to light flames at the edge of the forest to counteract the fire.

The flames quickly died down, leaving only scorched earth and blackened, broken logs.