The innocent passers-by made the crowd even more panicked, and the crowd rushed to the side like waves. In this case, it was undoubtedly difficult to find an assassin who didn't know what he looked like. Tang En looked around in the carriage, and his eyes were full of panic faces, and he didn't notice anything at all.

However, if Tang En cannot find it, it does not mean that others cannot find it. Tang En, who had already thought of a countermeasure, instantly entered the killer system.

“…”

“Here.”

Before Tang En could ask, the old butler pointed to a human being on the light curtain a few meters in front of Tang En.

Tang En instantly switched to the outside without saying a word, and glanced at the man casually.

A sharp-cornered hat, a long black jacket, and a panic on her face full of wrinkles and gullies. At first glance, she was clearly an old country farmer who went to the city to look for relatives.

However, Tang En believed in the old housekeeper's judgment and jumped out of the carriage. Tang En walked forward with the crowd. However, under his conscious control, his steps slowed down slightly, and he quietly waited for the man to walk past him.

It was only a few meters away, and the man quickly approached.

Tang En kept looking at the assassin with his eyes. With preconceived ideas, Tang En finally discovered something unusual.

Although this old farmer looked panicked and even walked stumblingly. Perhaps it was due to the nature of the assassin. Whenever there was a gap in the crowd in front of him, he would always go in the first place. This vision and reaction were not something that an ordinary person could have.

Of course this is also a hindsight. If you look at it from an uninformed perspective, this old farmer just walked a little faster than ordinary people...

"Ah!" Tang En suddenly slipped under his feet, exclaimed, his arms raised, as if he was squeezed by the crowd, and directly leaned against the tilted carriage beside him, revealing a gap on his side.

In an instant, a tall brown leather boot covered with stains fell in, and then the thin old farmer squeezed in.

It was this time...

Tang Enyang's high-along arm cuff flashed with a cold light, and he gently wiped towards the old farmer's throat.

The two were so close that Tang En could even see the other party's pupils that suddenly shrank violently.

In an instant, a cold light penetrated.

Tang En hugged the old farmer's neck with his right hand. With a slight force, he instantly changed his position and hugged the old farmer tightly in his arms.

The old farmer's face was full of incredible expressions and violent shaking of his body were restricted to his arms.

"Want to know who I am? I'm curious how I found you?"

"A lot of questions... Well, don't struggle anymore, it's useless... Let me tell you, I'm a killer, well, I'm just an assassin!"

"As for how to find you, uh, to be honest, you choose casually. Just like... just like you chose those two passers-by at will..."

After a few breaths, the pupils were dissipated.

Tang En pushed the old farmer's body into the carriage where the carriage was tilted, turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

The whole process ended in a few seconds, and the crowds remained in panic.

Not far away, a shrill whistle sounded, and the cavalry team from the Guard Hall rushed over.

The cavalry team came very quickly this time, of course, the main reason was that the headquarters of the Security Department was on this street. However, the cavalry who arrived first could only stare at such a chaotic situation because they could not enter at all...

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The overturned cars, various styles of shoes, and the faint crying sound... The originally bustling and congested main road of Laiyan City was in a mess at this time.

"Damn the mole!" Powells rubbed his big red nose and muttered, kicking away the long horse boots in front of him.

With blood-red eyes, red nose, majestic body, and this unkempt face, if it was in the northern border of the Xize continent, Powells would definitely be attacked by the soldiers guarding the border as vulgar orcs.

But in this Laiyan City, few people dared to attack him, not only because he is a high-level samurai, but the main reason was his position, the chief cavalry commander of the Laiyan City Garrison Hall.

Although in private, everyone would say that the cavalry in the Security Hall was a cleaner in armor and would only clean up the scene afterwards. However, even if the leader of the largest gang in Laiyan City saw Powells, he would have an abnormal headache.

This is a crazy and somewhat perverted guy!

This is the consensus of the underground forces in Laiyan City on Powells. Once someone commits a crime, he will have to take off a few layers of skin even if he does not die.

Fortunately, Powells doesn't care much about the underground gang forces, of course, the premise is not to mess with him. What Bowells is most interested in is the "mole" he often curses, the assassins who kill people with money.

According to incomplete statistics, since Powells became the chief cavalry of the Guard Hall, the assassins who fell in his hands have already reached three digits. This is a very terrifying number. You should know that assassins are not gangsters, and every qualified assassin is enough to make a small gang unable to sleep or eat. But Powells has fallen under his command, which shows his ability.

According to his achievements, he should have been transferred to the capital of Brandland. It would be impossible to get a low-ranking title for a few years.

In fact, the first promotion reward order for the empire was issued to Laiyan City five or six years ago. The content was to mobilize Bovis to Bran City to be the deputy chief of the Dragon Cavalry of the Dragon Cavalry, which was undoubtedly a great promotion. For this reason, the underground forces of Laiyan City and some assassins hiding in the dark raised their glasses to celebrate for a long time.

However, the promotion reward order that made others envious, jealous and hated was left in the city lord's drawer for several years but was not issued. Of course, it was not that the city lord was unwilling to issue it, but that Bovis didn't even go to receive it, and he was unwilling to receive it.

Everyone was puzzled, and later they understood the reason. It turned out that Bovis had said that he had caught the ghost face and that he would leave Laiyan City one day.

The underground forces and assassins who were so happy that they were so angry when they heard the news! Isn’t this a joke? If you give me a reward, just take it and get out. What’s still here in the moji... In the end, the ghost face was cursed, and some assassins even prayed that this top colleague accidentally fell into the hands of Powells one day...

But a few years have passed, and the ghost face has not been arrested. The only one who is unlucky is the assassin who is hanged from time to time under the gallows in the city square.

Although I haven't been in a tweet for several days, Powells has been in a good mood recently, and the reason is very simple, because the ghost face killed someone again.

He would not care about the dead gang leaders. Even if hundreds of such people died, Bowes thought it was natural. The value of these people's death was to constantly provide clues to him. The more people killed by the Ghost Face, the closer he felt to the Ghost Face.

As for Vinson... Bowes curled his lips. He saw the colorful dagger and knew that it was definitely not a ghost face. What a inferior imitation, the ghost face painting was much better...

However, he did not say anything to outsiders. First, there was no evidence, after all, he did not have a real ghost-faced dagger in his hand. Second, he could use this public opinion to investigate the assassin in the dark. Of course, there was another important reason in his heart. He felt that this was also a way of thinking. If someone really poured dirty water on the ghost-faced, it might lead to something...

"Berney, how about it?" Powells asked a middle-aged man who looked very talented.

Bernie is Powells' deputy. The two have been together for many years and are also a character that has caused headaches for underground forces. There was a gang boss who once commented that if Powells was a arrogant bear, then Bernie was a smart wolf.

"Not very good, Powells, the eldest son of Viscount Clark, who was attacked. Fortunately, he was not injured, otherwise the director would definitely be crazy." Bernie shrugged and then smiled: "But it should be good news for you. There were two assassins in total. One was killed by the guards on the spot, and the other was found dead in an unknown carriage while cleaning the scene."

"Yo, good news, haha... go and have a look."

The bodies of the two assassins were placed side by side, with crossbows, daggers and other things on the ground beside them. The whole chest on the right was almost slapped, and the cause of death was obvious at a glance. However, the one on the left looked very normal, without obvious scars.

"Oh, it's pretty good to disguise..." Powells commented on the assassin dressed as an old farmer.

Bernie squatted down and lifted the assassin's chin.

"Beautiful..." Powells praised.

Bernie nodded in agreement: "Standard throat! Judging from the traces on his body, there was no resistance at all. In other words, this assassin was killed by a knife at close range..."

"It's so fucking professional. Only moles know how to get close to moles... Does black eat black?" Powells' judgment is also very professional. If he can find a disguised assassin in the crowd, and use this professional technique, he can only be another assassin.

"It's possible, but before this assassin was assassin, he threw two ordinary citizens away from him..."

"Oh, damn... Well, Bernie, you don't think those cold-blooded guys have a sense of justice, do you?"

"Haha, it's just a possibility..."

"Bernie, you just think too much."

"I've said it many times, Powells, this is called caution!"

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"Mr. Powells!" a cavalry running from a distance saluted.

Powells waved his hand casually: "Speak."

"Assassination just happened in the Dongcheng District, Viscount Charles' eldest son was stabbed..."

Powells opened his mouth in surprise: "Damn, is the day going to change in Lai Yancheng?"

Bernie sighed: "I don't know if the city of Laiyan changed or not. I just know that our poor director is going to be crazy. I don't know which nobleman will kick his precious mahogany door..."

(PS: Kicking in the door, checking the water meter... Bah, huh, I checking the bookshelf and recommendation tickets. Some of them quickly collect them, and give recommendation tickets. Haha...^-^)
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