Round 3: Scream

Foreword:

If you want to steal from others and turn them into enemies, then it's perfectly justified for you to steal from them.

--James Cameron

[Part 1: Born Killers]

"Billy! I... I killed someone?"

Fuyanni was completely disoriented. In that instant, he was back in the familiar Little Brotherhood, back in the palm of Madness Butterfly.

How long has it been? The last time they committed such a crime was seven or eight years ago. It's been so long since the two brothers followed in the footsteps of the gunsmith and started working at the JoeStar Club!

This familiar sense of guilt once again pushed Fuyanni to the brink.

--The truly wicked have no conscience; when they commit crimes, they don't even feel remorse, pity, or compassion.

But at this moment, let's look at this from Fuyanni's perspective.

He had just killed a Homo sapiens, a fat supermarket manager. According to his name tag, the manager's name was Blake, and he was forty-three years old. He wore his health certificate and ID card properly on his chest, indicating he was a law-abiding citizen.

What does this mean?

Whatever Mr. Blake's motives, whether he wanted to joke around with his employees while sitting in a trolley or to perform performance art late at night, it doesn't matter.

Both Fuyanni and Billy believed that the main cause of Black's death was that chair, and that he couldn't escape the charge of manslaughter!

But did it have to be at this critical juncture? Right after the gunsmith master's death?

Why must two gunsmiths' apprentices encounter such bad luck?

If this gets out, it will be another heavy blow to the anonymous person's reputation.

Fuyanni has a criminal record and was once a member of the Madness Butterfly Sect. He was promoted from the War Gang and was recruited by Duran as a tool to enter the Little Brotherhood.

This message must not be allowed to get out! Absolutely not!

Fuyanni's eyes were bloodshot; this time, it wasn't anxiety caused by fatigue from continuous driving, but rather a spike in blood pressure due to extreme mental stress.

" --Billy! No one can know about this! You absolutely can't!"

Billy understood the implications; with thunder raging in Lieyang Fort, a violent storm was imminent.

People believe in the Nameless Ones, and fight the war gangs while wearing their clothes. But what if the gunsmith's apprentice is exposed for indiscriminate killing? How will he explain this to the people?

There may be more to investigate than meets the eye, and perhaps we shouldn't rush to conclusions, but several supermarket employees present at the scene witnessed it firsthand!

It was Fuyanni who smashed Black's head; he used knightly combat techniques to deliver the fatal blow.

If there is any possibility of this matter being redressed, then the injustice must first be redressed before the injustice can be redressed.

But now, Lieyang Fort has no chance to clear Fuyanni's name. Before that time comes, the halo of the gunsmith and the nameless man will burn him to ashes.

For a moment, the Long-Armed Ape and Horse-Faced Monkey brothers were still wondering why, in the minds of the gang's henchmen, this was just a human life, and why these two guests were so nervous and making such a fuss—if it was just a human life, couldn't they just spend some money to solve the problem?

Fuyanni whispered to Billy, "We need to find a way to shut them up."

Billy: "How do we do it?"

Fuyanni: "Kill them all? Think of something."

Billy replied nervously, "Brother! Something's wrong with you! This isn't like you!"

Fuyanni: "I must find a way to get away with this! I can't bear the guilt of this murder! When the news of my killing reaches my teacher's wife at dawn, she will personally send me to court! I can't let my teacher be disgraced!"

Billy cupped Fuyanni's face, trying to calm his emotionally distraught friend down.

"You have a choice! You've been conquered by fear! Think about it! Failure is your choice, but fear isn't! You can overcome it!"

"Nobody cares what I said!" Fuyanni explained nervously, "We rammed a militia patrol car, robbed a supermarket, and smashed the manager's head, and that's how the news will report it! The Sun, the Xinmin Daily, and the reporters from New Columbia all do the same thing—I didn't have a chance! I didn't have a chance to explain!"

"Who would care about my innocence? Besides, I'm not an innocent person!"

"Billy, without the gunsmith master protecting us, we are nothing."

"Who would believe a criminal who's been released from prison, even after so many years?"

"My teacher's wife used to be a thief too; she was a peddler who assisted Armadillo Hunters by providing information to criminals."

"But even after all these years, people still talk about her, saying behind her back that the gunsmith married a scumbag."

"People won't believe it, especially not us reformed, guilty people with a long history of wrongdoing."

Billy rubbed Fuyanni's face and gently patted his good brother's head, trying to wake Fuyanni up.

"Wake up! Wake up! Don't let fear control you!"

But it was no use; Fuyanni was almost destroyed by the pressure. He and Billy had lived a comfortable life in the gunsmith's workshop for several years, almost forgetting everything. Forgetting how pathetic they had been, forgetting their mistakes, their work for the Little Brotherhood, and their smuggling of guns while hiding drugs in their stomachs.

Smashing Blake's head was like opening the gates of hell; in that instant, Fuyanni returned to a familiar world, to the era before the expedition.

To cover up his crimes, the thought of killing someone could pop into his head without hesitation—he was consumed by fear. Perhaps that way he could return to Joestar and pretend nothing had happened.

In desperation, Billy feared the boy might do something outrageous, so he used the deadly moves taught to him by his gunsmithing master to subdue Fuyanni.

Billy's expression turned ferocious as he punched Fuyanni in the groin, as if the person who had been punched was not his good brother, but himself.

Fuyanni was in excruciating pain, his eyes wide with agony. He suddenly bent over, finally realizing what was happening, and curled up on the floor like a cooked shrimp. He soon fell silent.

The sight of the broken eggs made the Long-Armed Ape and Horse-Faced Monkey tense up, involuntarily clamping their legs together and taking two steps back, their faces turning pale.

After finishing Fuyanni's psychological treatment, Billy, as the eldest brother, had to get down to business.

He went to the counter and reached into his clothes.

The Long-Armed Ape reacted immediately, thinking Billy was about to pull out a gun!

"No, no, no! No! I need your help." Billy's eyes were sincere, and he peeked out a corner of his wallet.

He speaks very quickly and logically, unlike the naive person he was a few years ago. Having dealt with vendors who sell counterfeit goods and cheat tourists for many years, he has developed a sharp tongue and a silver tongue.

"I'm an apprentice to the gunsmith, and so are we."

As Billy spoke, he showed his ID card, followed by his HC card used for large transactions.

"I need your help to dispose of this body. This must be kept secret. You can use this to blackmail me, extort money from me, and keep demanding money from me as evidence, but you absolutely cannot let anyone else know about this."

Billy things, even offering to support the witness in his old age.

"Don't do anything foolish. You need to distinguish between a full meal and a regular meal. I've decided to change your lives. I can afford your basic salary and performance bonuses. You can either move to another place and start a new life, or continue to loaf around and wait to die in Lieyang Fort."

"But we can't tell anyone about what happened today."

The Long-Armed Ape and Horse-Faced Monkey were both intimidated.

--When they saw Billy's ID card and the skill certificate of the JoeStar workshop artisans, they were almost scared out of their wits.

The two henchmen originally intended to rob the supermarket by disguising themselves as strangers to cause trouble, but they ended up accidentally killing Manager Blake.

Now, a real, anonymous person is standing right in front of them, offering to give them money. Is there really such a good thing in the world?

Just then, Miss Susie outside the door screamed in alarm.

She was originally unable to call out or make any sound, but Radish Bro tightly wrapped her mouth and nose with his rubber arm, suffocating her to death.

When Radish Bro heard Billy reveal his true identity, he was also startled. The nameless man had left a terrifying shadow in the minds of these war gang leaders. He was so shocked that he let go of his arm. In that instant, Susie finally found a way out and let out a scream for help.

Billy rushed to the door, Long-Armed Ape, fearing for the safety of his benefactor, tossed the gun to Billy.

"Anonymous! Catch!"

Billy grabbed his gun, quickly searched the area, and exchanged a glance with Radish Bro.

For a moment, Radish was somewhat dazed. He had only been in a gelatinous body for a few days due to the influence of Manager Todd's soul power, and he was not yet used to this invulnerable body. When he saw the muzzle of the gun, he instinctively raised his hands, without any will to fight.

"I"

Billy remained silent, observing the stranger.

Radish released Susie and then asked tremblingly.

"Anonymous, I saw it too! I just happened to see it!"

How skilled are the gunsmith's apprentices? Radish has no idea!

Judging from the destructive power displayed when Fuyanni killed someone with a chair, if the Nameless One knew that he was working for George Joshua, he would be torn to pieces, and even his Soul Might wouldn't be able to protect him! These warriors' ability to find the Gate of Death is ridiculously strong!

"Do you need people even though I don't have a guaranteed minimum wage? I'm very cheap! I'm very cheap! Four thousand yuan a month is enough for me to live comfortably! I will never cause you any trouble!"

Susie struggled free from the carrot's grip, gasping for breath, nearly strangled to death.

"Damn it! I just got fired by my supervisor! Today's my last shift! Anonymous!"

This innocent and kind young lady has finally revealed her money-making fangs and matured.

"I just need some money! Just some! Thirty thousand yuan is enough! Let me go to another city and start over! I promise to keep your secret!"

Radish Bro cursed, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Billy never dreamed that one day the Nameless One would need the War Gang's help.

In fact, this kind of thing was very common during Jiang Xueming's expeditions - many war gangs did not fully believe in the doctrines of the Madness Butterfly Sect, did not worship the Holy Blood, and did not want to unite.

Members of the warband who did not receive the Holy Blood Baptism had a more advanced belief—they believed in money.

Xue Ming is very wealthy, so money becomes a powerful tool in the intelligence gathering process. If the preliminary investigation of the city's landscape and personnel allocation encounters obstacles, it must be because there isn't enough money.

Moreover, the money spent will eventually be recovered by the anonymous party. During the liquidation process, these two-faced traitors and frivolous individuals will not escape the nose of the Lapis Lazuli Guards and will be considered as victims of telecommunications fraud by the anonymous party.

"Radish, go help Monkey Bro dispose of the body. Don't crush Blake's body; he's too fat."

Billy directed the cleanup of the bloodstains on the floor.

"This body cannot be dissected; his body fat percentage is too high, Susie! What does the supervisor usually eat?"

Following Billy's instructions, Susie called the fish feed distributor to ask him to buy some in-demand fishing gear. Billy planned to sink Supervisor Blake's body into the river, grind up the fish feed, and smear it all over Blake's body so the fish could carry away the wronged soul.

Upon hearing Billy's question, Susie immediately answered.

"He likes to drink corn syrup and cola, and he can drink two liters of cola a day!"

"We definitely can't dismember him, this kind of corpse is difficult to handle." Billy scrubbed the floor diligently, trying to evade the bloodstain detector. "He definitely has high blood sugar and high cholesterol. The osmotic pressure of his blood and tissue fluid will lock in more water. If we cut the corpse open and process it in batches, it'll be difficult! It'll be difficult! Monkey Bro, go help Carrot, put on an apron, go to the cold storage and find two pieces of frozen meat that are about to expire, freeze his head, don't use ice directly."

Monkey Bro asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"He still has a little body temperature," Billy explained. "Once the ice melts, the water is less dense than brain matter and blood. It will draw the denser fluid out of the skull! We have to seal this bloody head now. This fat man has so much water in his body—wrap it in cotton cloth? Seal it with plastic sheeting? Wrap it with duct tape? His brain matter is like jelly, it's hard to handle. We don't have body bags, so we need to be absolutely sure. I don't want to keep wiping the floor!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Monkey Bro immediately understood.

Radish followed behind Monkey Bro, his heart growing increasingly uneasy as he listened. Were all the nameless man's apprentices born killers? Could they kill someone so easily and then erase all traces of them from the world?

He followed behind Monkey Bro, and heard the whooshing sound of the rag hitting the gravel and bricks as Billy scrubbed the floor. Every sound sent shivers down his spine.

"Brother, do you think this anonymous guy might kill me to cover it up?" Radish didn't care about Horse-Faced Monkey's identity. He didn't know which gang leader was in charge of Lilan Avenue, and naturally, he didn't recognize this car thief.

Horse-Faced Monkey didn't know Radish either. Radish was involved in drug trafficking within the Worm-Eye Gang, and their criminal areas were completely unrelated; they were not acquainted at all.

"He's actually a pretty nice guy. I don't think he'll silence us. After all, he was so meticulous about disposing of Director Blake's body. If he killed us too, who would he ask to help with the funeral arrangements?"

After hearing Horse-Faced Monkey's analysis, Radish finally felt relieved. He even felt a little sorry for the nameless warrior.

--They have such destructive power, yet they're like dogs locked in a cage. And look at that apprentice named Fuyanni; he used to have a gunsmith master as his protector, but now, after accidentally killing a supermarket manager, he has to keep a low profile.

What does this life mean to Lieyang Fort? What does it mean in the eyes of the War Gang?

If Manager Todd kills someone, it's just a matter of a few dollars, right?!

The two men, carrying a piece of frozen, dry, and cracked beef, approached the lifeless supervisor, Blake.

Billy told his helper not to rush into action. He took out a knife, measured the size of Black's brain, and then carved corresponding grooves and shapes into the beef, creating the concave and convex surfaces of the wound. He then covered the corpse's head with the knife. In just a few minutes, the soft brain tissue hardened under the effects of the meat's rapid freezing at minus twenty degrees Celsius.

Blake's head had swelled up almost a full circle due to the freezing effect. Now, moving his body wouldn't cause any extra liquid to drip out.

"Long-Armed Ape! Come lend a hand!"

First, Billy sprinkled a layer of absorbent flour on Blake's head. Then, he used ingredients found at the supermarket, placing two large glutinous rice cakes on Blake's head, and braided a rope from sweet potato leaves to tighten the bag. This simple leak-proof bag was thus made, and the fish in the artificial river on Lilan Avenue would surely love it.

Susie wasn't finished yet. While she was looking up the phone numbers of fish feed suppliers, she was also calling suppliers all over the city from the supermarket's landline. At this hour, everyone was already asleep, and no one was open for business.

If the corpse cannot dissolve in the river, it will naturally float after being submerged. This fat pig has too much fat on its body, and fat is less dense than water, so it will naturally float on the surface. The fatter a person is, the easier it is for them to float.

Billy also had a backup plan. He took a wire from the tool shed and tied Blake, the cart, and the "murder weapon" together. The heavy iron chair and cart would sink the supervisor's body firmly to the bottom of the river.

After cleaning up the bodies, the brothers prepared to start a new life and receive rations from the nameless man. Their hearts were filled with ease and joy—as if the death of Supervisor Blake wasn't such a bad thing after all; the death of one fat brother had provided for four unfortunate souls.

[Part ②: Fatal Romance]

At this time, a militia leader from the Lilan Avenue area arrived at Huimin Supermarket.

This is a woman named Ulena Krichieva, who came following the alarm signal of the militia patrol vehicle.

She came here with two things to do. The first was about the drug deal involving radishes.

The militia members colluded with the war gang leaders to bring gifts to George Joshua. This exchange of favors was carried out only after Ms. Krichieva had given her tacit approval and after communicating with Manager Todd.

As the representative of the legitimate authorities on Lilan Avenue, she certainly wouldn't personally carry out this transaction; instead, her militia would handle this small task. However, the patrol vehicle used for the aphrodisiac transaction seemed to have encountered a minor accident. After the collision, it automatically activated the laptop, maintaining a Code-4 (support needed) emergency code in the entire Lieyang Fort militia emergency system.

This deal concerned her friendship with Manager Todd, a friendship she valued highly, so she came to check it out herself.

Clark and Banner had both received this kind of education before—to be a militiaman or a policeman, you have to deal with criminals, and you can't rely on guns and skills alone; you have to work with criminals from the inside to last.

The second thing is the loan sharking side business on Lilan Avenue.

To make money, you have to come up with clever pretexts. The most profitable business in the world is banking. How do banks make money? They make money by lending money and earning interest, and by selling insurance and earning policy interest.

Ms. Krichieva is also the largest shareholder of the loan shark company in the Lilan Avenue area. She found an unlucky scapegoat to be the legal representative, and she was responsible for carrying out various fancy loans, predatory lending schemes, and health insurance.

Blake Morian, the manager of the Huimin Supermarket, was one of her senior customer service representatives.

This manager comes into contact with more than 4,000 customers every day, and Huimin Supermarket has access to the personal information of half of the middle-aged and elderly people on Lilan Avenue.

These Grandfather and women, uncles and aunties, hadn't seen much of the world. As long as the supermarket offered a discount, they would naturally fill out forms and hand over all their personal information and contact details to Manager Blake. In Ms. Krichieva's eyes, this was simply a purchase order for easy money.

She knew exactly what kind of families these middle-aged and elderly people came from, what kind of support they had, and what kind of financial assistance they needed.

Her loan sharking team would stake out elderly people nearing the end of their lives, offering them medical services and calling their children to threaten them. If the children refused to take on these services, they would be labeled as unfilial descendants—the team would then use the elderly person's identity to obtain loans to prolong their lives and then split the profits with the private hospital.

She offers middle-aged people "love insurance," guaranteeing that marriages that have lost their warmth and passion can be rekindled with the romance of youth through various luxury goods and travel programs. If they can't afford these, they can borrow Blood Butterfly Loan Shark.

She was a local and a militia leader, two identities that allowed her to thrive on Lilan Avenue. With the backing of Manager Todd's gang, she had connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. This Russian woman was a complete beast, a bloodsucking demon clinging to the people of Lilan Avenue.

--She is not Blood-giving Monster, but she is far more terrifying than Blood-giving Monster. More than 300 families have been threatened with death by her, and the amount involved exceeds 27 million Hui Stone Currency. Those who cannot repay their loans have no choice but to mortgage their homes and their flesh.

The friendship of Manager Todd, and the business of Huimin Supermarket.

These two events overlapped, forcing her to personally visit Huimin Supermarket to investigate.

The supermarket was still lit up in the rainy night. Normally, the manager, Blake, would close the supermarket in the middle of the night, so this unusual situation alerted Krichieva.

A rustling sound of conversation came from inside the door.

Krichieva has excellent hearing and developed a sharp mind during her years as a mounted police officer, allowing her to quickly find the key information.

"What should we do now?"

"My supervisor, Blake, used to give me 1,800 a month."

"I'll raise it to 2,800. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."

"I wonder if the militia on Lilan Avenue will find him."

"Hey! If you ask me, it's all thanks to Blake! His sacrifice benefited our whole family!"

These meaningful words took on a different meaning to Krichieva.

--Could it be that Blake is planning to betray us? Is he going to start his own business? Is he going to betray me?

The woman was filled with rage, her eyes blazing with fury. The loan shark company was her biggest source of income! If she didn't make money from it, how would she buy luxury cars and designer bags? How would she support the Xiao Bai sent by Manager Todd?!

You know, a sophisticated woman like her gets older every day after thirty-five! Every day she feels like she's taking a step closer to her grave!

If she can't live a life of extravagance! If she can't suck people's blood! She'll wither! This delicate flower will die!

Without any hesitation, she just wanted to shoot and blast those blind bastards in the house! Stealing from someone else is actually very simple: turn that guy into an enemy! Then it becomes perfectly justified!

She retrieved a rifle from her patrol car and immediately began spraying bullets into the store, intending not to negotiate at all but to strike first.

You must understand, this territory is the spoils of war she won with her youth and blood! Wasn't this what she joined the militia for? Wasn't it all for this day? Wasn't it so that after gaining power, White Shark Association Society to obtain this luxurious life?

If it were slower, even slower, and the bullet didn't travel fast enough out of the barrel, who would die?

Krichieva didn't know, nor did she want to know. She just wanted to get rid of the traitor in the supermarket. Anyway, anyone could be the supermarket manager! She could just pick a trustworthy subordinate and continue working in this neighborhood!

The bullet shattered Blake's body, splattering blood everywhere.

At that moment, the Horse-Faced Monkey and the Long-Armed Ape were still chatting at the counter.

At that moment, Susie screamed in surprise; just a second ago she was talking to Radish Bro about their wonderful future.

At that moment, Billy led Fuyanni to the pool in the fresh produce section to wake his brother, because everything was already taken care of and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Krichieva emptied one magazine, and in her rage, she emptied the second one as well. She hadn't been on the front lines for far too long and didn't have much combat experience. After emptying her secondary weapon's magazine, the hatred of having her livelihood cut off made her reload, and finally she dared to peek out to take a look at the supermarket.

She saw Blake's obese body clearly, and continued shooting. Seeing the blood and bits of flesh scattered on the ground, she finally felt satisfied—she emptied all her bullets.

"Fuck your mother! You deserve to die!"

The torrential rain outside brought a chilling dampness that made Krichieva tense up; she couldn't pull the trigger—she was out of bullets.

She finally stepped inside, heading to the office to look at the client files left behind by Blake before his death.

At that moment, Billy walked out of the fresh produce section, gun in hand.

He didn't even know what to say. The freshly packed body had turned into a pile of minced meat, bullet holes were everywhere, and food-made body bags were mixed in with all sorts of odds and ends, presenting the forensic pathologist with an academic challenge.

Radish was so frightened that she hugged Susie. When she saw Billy come out, she finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"We've done the work! You have to pay me, right? Brother! You have to settle the bill!"

Susie then emphasized--

"--Yes, yes! We can't renege on our debts! An anonymous person can't renege on their debts!"

Upon hearing the words "unknown," Krichieva felt as if the sky were falling. Her legs went weak, and she could barely stand, but she had to remain calm and find a way to survive! She had to find a way to clear her name; she couldn't let these imperial envoys and censors know about her crimes!

Fuyanni finally woke up, still feeling pain in his genitals and walking with a hunched back.

When I returned to the supermarket lobby, I saw Blake's scattered remains; he had gone from one Blake to a pile of Blakes on the ground.

Fuyanni looked at his hands in confusion, thinking that he had awakened a mysterious soul power.

Am I really that amazing?