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Chapter 106
chapter 0076 part 2
*Click, click, click, click*, the sound of the Bone Beads rubbing against each other echoed in Sloan's ears. Looking at the silent Tang Song, Sloan's heart kept sinking.
As the saying goes, better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
If he had a choice, Sloan would never live under someone else's roof, but there was no other way. Cross was a madman; he'd rather believe the Loom than him, his mentor.
And that damned Loom, he had worked hard and risked his life for it for decades, only to find himself on the Loom's list.
Sloan didn't want to die. He wasn't a Fanatic, or rather, after his own name appeared on the Loom's list, he gave up his faith in the Loom.
Fate, fuck you!
Sloan wanted to flip off the Loom, but he knew Cross, that Fanatic, wouldn't let him off.
Tang Song was his only choice.
"First, I want all the Manpower of the Brotherhood of Assassins!" Tang Song raised his index finger, then his middle finger: "Second, I want the Brotherhood of Assassins' systematic training methods for Assassin Gunmen."
"Third, that Loom, I want it!"
Tang Song's words made Sloan feel like his heart was bleeding, especially when Tang Song mentioned that Loom.
One must know that even when Sloan's own name appeared on the Loom, he didn't try to destroy the Loom that had carried his faith for decades.
"Okay, I promise you!" Sloan nodded! "Wait!" Tang Song raised his hand, "Don't be in a hurry to agree. To join us, there's one more thing required!"
Under Sloan's puzzled Gaze, Tang Song took out a foot-long roll of snakeskin from his Five Yin Pouch.
Tang Song spread the snakeskin towards Sloan and handed him a Jade Handle Talisman Brush.
"This is a Contract. Sign your name on it, and I will help you solve Cross's trouble!"
Looking at the unfamiliar square characters on it, Sloan's hand holding the Jade Handle Talisman Brush felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
He swallowed, looking at the strange patterns on the snakeskin. Cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead.
The Brotherhood of Assassins has a long history, and Sloan naturally knew about some true Dark Forces, like the Demon's parchment.
It is said that those who sign the Contract will have their souls taken by the Demon after death.
Sign or not sign! Sloan raised his head and looked at Tang Song.
At this moment, Tang Song didn't care about Sloan's choice at all. He leisurely took out a bottle of Champagne and four glasses from the car refrigerator.
Fox took the Champagne from Tang Song, opened the seal, and poured a full glass for Tang Song, then poured a glass for Skye and herself.
Finally, Sloan gritted his teeth and, with a trembling hand, signed his name on this strange snakeskin roll.
The Jade Handle Talisman Brush left a signature glowing with light on the snakeskin roll under Sloan's fearful Gaze.
Before Sloan could see clearly, Tang Song had already put the snakeskin roll away.
Seeing Sloan's signature left on the Inscribed Script/Talisman of the Heart Demon Great Curse, Tang Song nodded in satisfaction. His Gaze towards Sloan couldn't help but become a little more cordial.
The Heart Demon Great Curse, it is said, was passed down by the Demon King Papiyas, while others say it is a Buddhist Sect Divine Ability. However, this Technique is indeed strange.
When Sloan wrote his name on the snakeskin roll imprinted with the Heart Demon Great Curse, his Spirit consciousness would involuntarily and slowly change, gradually becoming Tang Song's believer, providing spiritual energy to Tang Song and increasing the power of the Heart Demon Great Curse.
This was inspired by the Holy Power of The Church.
While Sloan believed in Tang Song, he would also receive nourishment from the Heart Demon Great Curse.
Just like the Priests in The Church receive blessings from "God".
…………
A Farm on the outskirts of New York.
The place was not small, at least a thousand acres. There was a valley in the middle, with low mountains on both sides, and the mountain on the northwest side was connected to a small national park.
Tang Song, dressed in hunting attire, rode a White Horse, holding a Winchester commemorative Shotgun in his hand, hunting Wild Boar. As Kane and Frank rode their horses and fired their Guns into the jungle, herds of Wild Boar emerged from the bushes.
Tang Song kicked his feet, the White Horse neighed, its four hooves leaped, and it began to carry Tang Song, the newly minted ranch owner, in pursuit of the pig herd.
Hunting Wild Boar in other places was hard work, requiring searching all over the mountains, preferably with hunting Dogs to chase them, just to earn a meager $2500 for the effort.
The lion's share went to others.
Here, there was no need; they were rampant.
"Bang bang bang"
Kane and Frank opened fire first.
Disturbed by the Gunfire, the Wild Boar ran diagonally towards Tang Song like mad.
Tang Song held the Gun with one hand, facing the pig herd, "Boom!"
One shot from the Shotgun modified by Kane.
The dense pellets directly knocked over four or five male Wild Boar charging at the front.
Penetrating lungs, bones, and muscles, even the largest male Wild Boar, when hit at this range by the modified 12-gauge pellets, would have countless Holes from a single shot and could never withstand it! Considering Tang Song's Strength, Kane specifically modified the rifling and increased the primer when modifying the shotgun shells. Although the recoil increased significantly, the modified Shotgun.
The pellets could easily penetrate 6mm thick Steel Plate or 150mm of solid brick wall. If it was Pine Wood board, it could penetrate 40 centimeters! It just couldn't match the range of a Rifle.
*Click, click*, Tang Song ejected the shell and reloaded. At this time, the other Wild Boar were running frantically towards the north.
Boss Tang rode his horse, chasing the herd of Wild Boar, wildly enjoying the pleasure of hunting.
…………
Several Soldiers drove a pickup truck following Tang Song to collect the Spoils of War.
There were about forty Wild Boar, large and small. The small ones were forty-plus pounds, still with patterns. Some looked quite miserable, with half their heads missing or a leg blown off. Over a dozen weighed over a hundred pounds, and the largest one weighed a full eight hundred pounds.
The steel bristles on its back were comparable to those on a porcupine, and the two long Fangs exposed looked like sharp knives. The head proportion was slightly shorter than that of Eastern Wild Boar, and the body shape was rounder.
A behemoth! One Bullet hit its left eye, but judging by the marks on the ground, it still charged forward several meters after being hit: the Bullet passed through the left eye, penetrated the brain, and it couldn't stop running, sliding forward.
Hmm, this Gun was fired by Sloan. Boss Tang, sitting on his horse, looked at this behemoth, smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful.
Lane, who was nearby, quietly moved two steps closer to Sloan.
……………
The former Farm owner left Boss Tang a set of old equipment for slaughtering cattle. It wasn't mechanized, more like a semi-manual small food processing workshop, used only once or twice a year.
Slaughtering and processing Pigs naturally didn't require Boss Tang to do it himself.
There were professional butchers in the former Brotherhood of Assassins. Several people assisted. The small Wild Boar with tender meat were gutted and dehaired, while the larger ones were directly gutted and then skinned.
Some of the Wild Boar were cleaned and thrown into the Farm's small cold storage, while the rest were processed immediately.
A few of the smallest Wild Boar, which hadn't shed their hair yet, were washed clean. They would be roasted or stewed later tonight; they wouldn't have a gamey smell anyway.
The large ones were made into sausages and smoked meat.
A group of people wielded knives, trimming the meat, busy and enjoying themselves.
The meat grinder and mixer were turned on, grinding the meat into minced meat and meat paste, mixing in a large amount of spices, and stuffing them into casings to make sausages.
Once the sausages were made, they were placed in a wooden house and smoked with lit Pine Wood.
Ten or so slabs of Wild Boar meat were also hanging inside; these meat pieces needed to be smoked for a longer time.
As for Boss Tang, he washed his hands at this time and, with a few people, went through a small house behind the Farm to the "construction site!"
That's right, beneath this Farm was a bustling construction site.
*Click, click, click, click*, the sound of the Bone Beads rubbing against each other echoed in Sloan's ears. Looking at the silent Tang Song, Sloan's heart kept sinking.
As the saying goes, better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
If he had a choice, Sloan would never live under someone else's roof, but there was no other way. Cross was a madman; he'd rather believe the Loom than him, his mentor.
And that damned Loom, he had worked hard and risked his life for it for decades, only to find himself on the Loom's list.
Sloan didn't want to die. He wasn't a Fanatic, or rather, after his own name appeared on the Loom's list, he gave up his faith in the Loom.
Fate, fuck you!
Sloan wanted to flip off the Loom, but he knew Cross, that Fanatic, wouldn't let him off.
Tang Song was his only choice.
"First, I want all the Manpower of the Brotherhood of Assassins!" Tang Song raised his index finger, then his middle finger: "Second, I want the Brotherhood of Assassins' systematic training methods for Assassin Gunmen."
"Third, that Loom, I want it!"
Tang Song's words made Sloan feel like his heart was bleeding, especially when Tang Song mentioned that Loom.
One must know that even when Sloan's own name appeared on the Loom, he didn't try to destroy the Loom that had carried his faith for decades.
"Okay, I promise you!" Sloan nodded! "Wait!" Tang Song raised his hand, "Don't be in a hurry to agree. To join us, there's one more thing required!"
Under Sloan's puzzled Gaze, Tang Song took out a foot-long roll of snakeskin from his Five Yin Pouch.
Tang Song spread the snakeskin towards Sloan and handed him a Jade Handle Talisman Brush.
"This is a Contract. Sign your name on it, and I will help you solve Cross's trouble!"
Looking at the unfamiliar square characters on it, Sloan's hand holding the Jade Handle Talisman Brush felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
He swallowed, looking at the strange patterns on the snakeskin. Cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead.
The Brotherhood of Assassins has a long history, and Sloan naturally knew about some true Dark Forces, like the Demon's parchment.
It is said that those who sign the Contract will have their souls taken by the Demon after death.
Sign or not sign! Sloan raised his head and looked at Tang Song.
At this moment, Tang Song didn't care about Sloan's choice at all. He leisurely took out a bottle of Champagne and four glasses from the car refrigerator.
Fox took the Champagne from Tang Song, opened the seal, and poured a full glass for Tang Song, then poured a glass for Skye and herself.
Finally, Sloan gritted his teeth and, with a trembling hand, signed his name on this strange snakeskin roll.
The Jade Handle Talisman Brush left a signature glowing with light on the snakeskin roll under Sloan's fearful Gaze.
Before Sloan could see clearly, Tang Song had already put the snakeskin roll away.
Seeing Sloan's signature left on the Inscribed Script/Talisman of the Heart Demon Great Curse, Tang Song nodded in satisfaction. His Gaze towards Sloan couldn't help but become a little more cordial.
The Heart Demon Great Curse, it is said, was passed down by the Demon King Papiyas, while others say it is a Buddhist Sect Divine Ability. However, this Technique is indeed strange.
When Sloan wrote his name on the snakeskin roll imprinted with the Heart Demon Great Curse, his Spirit consciousness would involuntarily and slowly change, gradually becoming Tang Song's believer, providing spiritual energy to Tang Song and increasing the power of the Heart Demon Great Curse.
This was inspired by the Holy Power of The Church.
While Sloan believed in Tang Song, he would also receive nourishment from the Heart Demon Great Curse.
Just like the Priests in The Church receive blessings from "God".
…………
A Farm on the outskirts of New York.
The place was not small, at least a thousand acres. There was a valley in the middle, with low mountains on both sides, and the mountain on the northwest side was connected to a small national park.
Tang Song, dressed in hunting attire, rode a White Horse, holding a Winchester commemorative Shotgun in his hand, hunting Wild Boar. As Kane and Frank rode their horses and fired their Guns into the jungle, herds of Wild Boar emerged from the bushes.
Tang Song kicked his feet, the White Horse neighed, its four hooves leaped, and it began to carry Tang Song, the newly minted ranch owner, in pursuit of the pig herd.
Hunting Wild Boar in other places was hard work, requiring searching all over the mountains, preferably with hunting Dogs to chase them, just to earn a meager $2500 for the effort.
The lion's share went to others.
Here, there was no need; they were rampant.
"Bang bang bang"
Kane and Frank opened fire first.
Disturbed by the Gunfire, the Wild Boar ran diagonally towards Tang Song like mad.
Tang Song held the Gun with one hand, facing the pig herd, "Boom!"
One shot from the Shotgun modified by Kane.
The dense pellets directly knocked over four or five male Wild Boar charging at the front.
Penetrating lungs, bones, and muscles, even the largest male Wild Boar, when hit at this range by the modified 12-gauge pellets, would have countless Holes from a single shot and could never withstand it! Considering Tang Song's Strength, Kane specifically modified the rifling and increased the primer when modifying the shotgun shells. Although the recoil increased significantly, the modified Shotgun.
The pellets could easily penetrate 6mm thick Steel Plate or 150mm of solid brick wall. If it was Pine Wood board, it could penetrate 40 centimeters! It just couldn't match the range of a Rifle.
*Click, click*, Tang Song ejected the shell and reloaded. At this time, the other Wild Boar were running frantically towards the north.
Boss Tang rode his horse, chasing the herd of Wild Boar, wildly enjoying the pleasure of hunting.
…………
Several Soldiers drove a pickup truck following Tang Song to collect the Spoils of War.
There were about forty Wild Boar, large and small. The small ones were forty-plus pounds, still with patterns. Some looked quite miserable, with half their heads missing or a leg blown off. Over a dozen weighed over a hundred pounds, and the largest one weighed a full eight hundred pounds.
The steel bristles on its back were comparable to those on a porcupine, and the two long Fangs exposed looked like sharp knives. The head proportion was slightly shorter than that of Eastern Wild Boar, and the body shape was rounder.
A behemoth! One Bullet hit its left eye, but judging by the marks on the ground, it still charged forward several meters after being hit: the Bullet passed through the left eye, penetrated the brain, and it couldn't stop running, sliding forward.
Hmm, this Gun was fired by Sloan. Boss Tang, sitting on his horse, looked at this behemoth, smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful.
Lane, who was nearby, quietly moved two steps closer to Sloan.
……………
The former Farm owner left Boss Tang a set of old equipment for slaughtering cattle. It wasn't mechanized, more like a semi-manual small food processing workshop, used only once or twice a year.
Slaughtering and processing Pigs naturally didn't require Boss Tang to do it himself.
There were professional butchers in the former Brotherhood of Assassins. Several people assisted. The small Wild Boar with tender meat were gutted and dehaired, while the larger ones were directly gutted and then skinned.
Some of the Wild Boar were cleaned and thrown into the Farm's small cold storage, while the rest were processed immediately.
A few of the smallest Wild Boar, which hadn't shed their hair yet, were washed clean. They would be roasted or stewed later tonight; they wouldn't have a gamey smell anyway.
The large ones were made into sausages and smoked meat.
A group of people wielded knives, trimming the meat, busy and enjoying themselves.
The meat grinder and mixer were turned on, grinding the meat into minced meat and meat paste, mixing in a large amount of spices, and stuffing them into casings to make sausages.
Once the sausages were made, they were placed in a wooden house and smoked with lit Pine Wood.
Ten or so slabs of Wild Boar meat were also hanging inside; these meat pieces needed to be smoked for a longer time.
As for Boss Tang, he washed his hands at this time and, with a few people, went through a small house behind the Farm to the "construction site!"
That's right, beneath this Farm was a bustling construction site.
