The patrol captain heard what he heard, and he knew that the other party was scary, but since it was not the time to think about this now, he had already said cruel words, so he could only bear it. The only hope in his heart was the City Lord's Mansion.
A big flag can shock these guys.
The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and the patrol leader finally saw it clearly, and his heart was relieved. It turned out that this was not a giant at all, but a giant figure carried by eight strong men in black armor.
It is only because of the frequency of people's footsteps that people mistakenly think they are one person.
Rather than a sedan, it should be called a sedan chair to be more precise. I saw a bald man sitting on the sedan chair. This man was also wearing black armor, but his figure was much stronger than the average black armored guard. He was about one meter tall just sitting.
It's a pity to imagine that if you stand up, it will reach a height of nearly three meters. Although it cannot be called a hill, it is still amazing enough.
The man was not wearing a helmet, and his shiny head stood out in the black team. He had a fierce appearance, thick eyebrows, and a big mouth. The most frightening thing was that he had a huge scar on the left side of his face, from the corner of his eyebrow.
It extends all the way to the chin, making it look particularly ferocious.
The man held his chin with his fist, half leaning on the back of the chair, and looked at the six people in front of him as if he were looking at ants. He said nothing, but his coldness was obvious, but the disdain in his eyes was not concealed.
The patrol captain clearly felt that the other party did not take them seriously at all, but in the end he still refrained from getting angry. Instead, he took a step forward and bowed:
"My lord, I am the guard of the City Lord's Mansion, Spot. I have been ordered to patrol here. Tonight, the City Lord's Mansion has turned this place into a restricted area to arrest important criminals. I hope you will not make it difficult for me."
"Oh?...It turns out they are from the Lord's escort. Sorry, sorry, I am the captain of the Hester family's first escort, Chuck. On the order of our master, I have come to assist you."
The bald man leaned on the sedan chair, glanced at the patrol captain casually, and replied in a calm tone.
The patrol leader felt depressed. They were all wearing uniform city lord's palace armor. This armor was high-end. You could tell it immediately with just one look. But the guy in front of him pretended to have just discovered it. This was a naked slap in the face.
ah.
"Sir, we can go."
The subordinate shrank his neck and did not dare to speak anymore, but he heard another person say:
Bald Chuck suddenly straightened up from the sedan chair, his two huge brows twisted into a line:
As soon as he saw this young man coming out, Chuck impatiently stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, complaining in a low voice:
Patrol Captain Spot stared blankly at Chuck's performance. Before he could react, he heard words coming from his ears:
"I think you must be someone patrolling the perimeter of the escort team. We have indeed been ordered by the city lord to assist Mr. Contra in apprehending the felons. This is a passing order."
Especially the two disrespectful ones, who were completely perfunctory and didn't even hide their tone. This Hester family must not take the City Lord's Mansion seriously.
"Okay, I got it, please, let's go!"
Chuck replied impatiently, then loudly issued the order to set off, and the team started moving again.
"Tsk! Trouble, I understand. Does trouble come from words? I understand. It's okay if I don't say anything."
"Sir, this Hester family is too arrogant. They don't even take our city lord's palace seriously!"
Watching the team leaving blankly, Spot didn't realize until this moment that his back was wet at some point.
After being reminded by this subordinate, the patrol leader seemed to remember that there was something different about this young man. Not only was he not wearing armor, but he was also not wearing a helmet like Chuck.
"Hey, captain, who is that young man? It seems that even the great killer you mentioned is afraid of him, and I saw that his body is thin and does not look like a warrior at all. And I just looked carefully,
Although he didn't wear armor at all, he was just wearing an ordinary set of black clothes."
Although the patrol leader was dissatisfied, his expression remained unchanged and he said, "Oh, it turns out they are the Hester Guards called the Black Iron Legion. From what I heard, sir, they should be here to assist our Lord Contra in catching the suspect, right?"
A subordinate behind him complained angrily.
What's even more unusual is that in a team with a mountain of military orders, it's strange to have such a weak ordinary person. He dares to stop Chuck from talking. This is a serious crime in an army with strict orders, but it seems that Chuck
Not only did she not blame him, but she also seemed quite afraid of him, which was even more strange.
"What did you say?"
After saying that, he turned his head and glared at the patrol leader, then leaned back on the chair again reluctantly and stopped talking.
The young man smiled to express his gratitude, then bowed to Chuck and said:
He turned around and found that the person speaking was the young man who had just stopped the old man on the sedan chair. The young man looked no more than thirty years old, with a white face and no beard, and his long black hair was tied back casually.
He looked at himself with a smile and handed over a token.
"You think we are here to assist? Hum, kid, I'm afraid you didn't understand. I'm here to wipe Contra's ass! Is this also called assistance?"
Before Chuck finished speaking, he saw a young man in black walking out of the team and interrupted Chuck's words.
"grown ups!"
Spohr glared at him dissatisfied and ordered:
"What do you know? This is the main force of the Hester family. The leader of the Black Iron Legion, Chuck, is not someone to be trifled with. I heard that he has a bad temper and is ruthless, but he is a great killer. You
If you want to die, don’t hurt me!”
Spot took the token and verified it carefully. It was indeed the token of the city lord's palace. Then he nodded and said:
"That's right, our Lord Contra is in front, you can leave."
Although he was also very curious, he knew that these were not things that a small person like him was qualified to know, so he shook his head and said to his subordinates:
"Don't make wild guesses. That's not something we can know. Our mission is to patrol."
"But their attitude is so arrogant and they even ignore the prestige of the City Lord's Mansion. Should we..."
At first, the subordinate seemed a little afraid and wanted to say a few more words. However, before he could finish speaking, the patrol leader's expression changed and he shouted:
"Get down!"
However, it was already too late. I only heard a sound piercing the air, and then I saw the complaining guard softening and falling heavily to the ground. His forehead was punctured with a blood hole as big as a thumb, and there was blood on his buttocks.
