"Number of people." Gordon's expression remained as usual, without any fluctuation.
"Six, more than sixty. Ah, it's sixty-seven... It seems to be sixty-eight!" Sinbad replied nervously, his voice a little stammering.
"Take a deep breath, three times in a row, and then tell me the direction." Gordon continued, his indifferent tone carrying an inexplicable appeal. Sinbad took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed down.
"To the northeast, it's about a thousand meters away from the casino. They passed through the alley and were still approaching." Sinbad concentrated on it, and his monocular lookout kept following the movement of the crowd.
"Hey, is the most beautiful man in the universe a useless spectator?" Laraddin put his hand on Sinbad's back, his mung bean eyes twitching wildly.
In an instant, a strange spherical dial appeared in Sinbad's pupils, with cross-shaped fluorescent lines dividing the four directions of east, south, west and north. In the center of the dial, a faintly shining pointer swung along with his gaze, crossing a
A fine and precise scale.
"Two o'clock direction - two o'clock twelve minutes, 45 degrees downward - two o'clock thirteen, downward 46 degrees..." Sinbad read out quickly as if he had received divine help.
Every movement of the crowd is extremely accurate.
Gordon glanced at Sinbad in surprise, and La Latina flipped his blond hair proudly: "What else?"
"Who is the most beautiful in the universe? Lord Ladin is unparalleled in beauty!" Sinbad replied, Ladine showed an intoxicated smile, and Taro Tou was quite creative.
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Gao Deng also saw the other party's location. It was a group of gangsters, strutting straight to the casino. Everyone was holding machetes and hammers, reflecting a little bit of cold light in the night, but Gao Deng couldn't see everyone's face clearly.
"Is the old man in there?" he asked.
"Not here." Sinbad shook his head.
"He must be nearby, find him." Gordon saw the group of people rushing over, kicking open the casino door, and swarming in.
There was chaos in the casino, the guests were frightened and fled in all directions, tables and chairs were knocked over, and dice and coins were scattered everywhere.
"Which one is the freckle?" the leader of the blacksmith association stood out from the crowd, roared loudly, and swung his hammer at the same time, slamming into a thick hall pillar, causing stone chips to fly everywhere.
"That's me." came the hoarse voice unique to the teenager's voice-changing stage. Freckles was sitting on the gambling table in the corner, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were lightly raised, and he was tossing the bone dice casually with one hand.
His men had already dispersed in droves, no one really wanted to work for this fast-rising boss.
The boss of the porter gang took a step forward and shouted aggressively: "Boy, do you understand the rules on the road? You are causing trouble and rain at the north gate, and we can't control it. But if you extend your hand to our territory, you have broken the rules!"
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"Either apologize and pay compensation; or break both of your hands and get out of Crescent City!" Another big boss shouted, waving the long and thick iron chain in his hand with a "clack" sound.
What greeted them was the mocking laughter of the young man: "Rules? What a bunch of naive fools, they have lived like dogs for a long time." Freckles jumped off the gambling table and shook his fist in disdain, "I will teach you tonight.
Let me teach you that the big fist is the rule!"
The leaders of several gangs did not expect that the other party would be so rampant. Instead, they were stunned on the spot. "Kill him!" A shout suddenly broke out from the crowd, and the crowd was furious. Short knives, scimitars, daggers, iron rods... were whistling and waving,
Like a roaring tide rolling towards Freckles.
Freckles suddenly rushed out, like a sharp blade cutting through the raging waves. People rushed to both sides like a splashing wave, with blood splashing everywhere.
Two short knives appeared in Freckles' palm. The light of the swords flashed and disappeared. The line was short and fatal. They were not sloppy. One by one, the gangsters wailed and fell to death. Freckles did not show mercy and killed directly. The short swords penetrated the crowd with force, wiping their necks again and again.
and heart.
Suddenly, a swirling cold light slashed from the left side with a strong wind. It was fast and fierce, and the cold murderous aura emitted by the scimitar made people stiff physically and mentally.
"Dang!" The tip of Freckles' knife was raised lightly, pushing aside the iron rod coming from the front. Another short knife floated up in a mysterious trajectory, hitting the scimitar directly without evading it.
A scorching ray of sunlight flashed across the tip of the dagger, and the clash of the two knives was silent. The metal seemed to melt. The dagger cut through the scimitar, as if flying in the smooth air, and struck straight at the opponent's head.
Flying to the sun and slashing! After hundreds of years, the amazing sword skills of the Qiya family reappeared in the world for the first time.
The sword broke and blood splattered, and the horse thief fell down.
Freckles' short sword slashed back, killing anyone who stood in front of him. He charged all the way, and the blood burned in every blood vessel in his body, like a blazing crimson flame. No one could seize the martial arts of the Qi Ya family, because there was no secret in the first place.
There is no need to pass it down by word of mouth. All martial arts are passed down in the blood of descendants, and as they grow older, they will awaken step by step.
"What kind of martial arts is he doing? What kind of sword skills is this?" In the attic, the black baboon looked grim.
Jinya was silent for a while and said: "At least silver-level martial arts, or even higher. Judging from his attacks, his killing methods are very professional. He must have killed many people in the past."
"This kid's source power level is black lead level, and his real combat power should be gray tin level. However, although his martial arts skills are excellent, his experience in life and death fighting is still a little green. If I can fight on a horse, I may not lose to him.
"The black baboon said coldly, "But how could a brat with silver or gold-level martial arts be interested in the territory of several small gangs? You don't need to think about it, you already know there is a problem."
Jinya frowned: "This brat must have a background, and so does that ghoul. They are most likely a group. If they just want to sell stolen jewelry, there is no need to seize the gang's territory. In other words, the jewelry broker's
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Under the guise of e2a, they have other purposes. But why use the excuse of selling stolen jewelry? Their real intention is probably to contact the black market. But why do they want to contact the black market? What exactly are they looking for?"
"No matter what he is looking for, he has already killed the three brothers inside. The chaotic group was huddled together without any cooperation, and instead hindered each other. If you don't take action, all the people you arranged will be killed." The black baboon reached out and grabbed it.
The window sill is meant to be turned out of the attic.
"His momentum is at its peak, there is no need to force it." Jinya stopped the black baboon, "Wait another three minutes, and we will do it together."
The sword light danced, shining like the scorching sun. Under the surge of energy, Freckles's two daggers were like a pair of flame wings, leaping and striking, killing the gangsters who screamed and collapsed. Several big guys from the Blacksmith Guild looked dull, and...
Breaking into a cold sweat, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
Freckles also hid a lot of things at the bottom of the box, enough to protect himself. Gordon withdrew his gaze and patrolled the outside of the casino. The old man has not appeared until now. Is tonight just a test?
"Nine o'clock, fifteen degrees upward, there is movement there!" Sinbad suddenly shouted.
Fifteen degrees upward? Gordon felt a shiver in his heart. That meant that the opponent's position was higher than his own. "Continue." Along the direction marked by Sinbad, Gordon moved the crossbow and put his finger on the trigger.
Sinbad then said: "It was an attic, and there seemed to be someone at the window. There was really someone! He climbed out of the window and went to the roof. There were two people!"
"azimuth." In the gray night, Gordon could vaguely see the light of two spatulas moving quickly.
"Direction of nine-fifteen, seventeen degrees upward! Direction of nine-twenty! Direction of nine-twenty-five! Direction of nine-thirty!"
Following Sinbad's urgent shout, Gordon pulled the trigger, and the arrow flew out with a roar.