At the Hunter Bar, ‘Crazy’ Karl ordered a glass of fire wine and glanced at the bounty wall.
The bar business is still very good, and many drunkards are talking about what happened in the Queens District today, talking so much that they feel as if they have witnessed the magician's escape performance at the scene.
"There's something wrong with the atmosphere lately."
Karl glanced towards the bar. Not only had the previous boss, Mr. Porter, disappeared, but now Mr. Barkin had also left.
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, took out a few banknotes, put them under the glass, stood up and walked out of the bar.
At this moment, a man in black passed by him.
Karl's nose moved and he smelled the strong smell of blood.
A feeling of terror spread, making the surrounding darkness become more intense.
'There must be something wrong with that person.'
Carl reached into his arms and touched his revolver.
Boom!
Suddenly, a horrific explosion occurred in the Hunter Bar behind him.
The fire shot into the sky, and a shock wave and air wave directly lifted Karl away, causing him to roll on the ground several times, with blood dripping from his back.
With severe tinnitus, Karl reluctantly climbed up and looked at the bar shrouded in firelight behind him and the crowd of people shouting around him, his expression became extremely confused...
…
Castle hall.
Lily and Jessetta were still waiting at their booths, and they were chatting about Green Potter.
"I heard that Mr. Potter is a big shot. I haven't seen him recently... The dagger he brought last time seems to be very powerful, right? Sister?" Jessetta looked at Lily: "That dagger
, it should have been forged by Mr. Potter himself, he is a 'craftsman'!"
"Don't mention him to me. That man must not be a good person if he forges such unorthodox things!"
Lily subconsciously tightened her legs, feeling a little furious.
Jessetta tilted her head and said with a smile: "Sister, I always feel that when you mention Mr. Potter, you will become very strange... Alas, when can we open the third element?"
Lily shook her head and looked at the crowd.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but she felt that there were many more guests tonight than last night.
Some of these guys behaved suspiciously.
Just when Lily was about to tell Jesseta this, she saw a large flow of people coming out of the passage.
Most of them wore uniform black uniforms and looked particularly capable in every move, as if they had received special training.
At this time, the market suddenly fell into a strange silence, and the bodies of many extraordinary people were trembling.
"It's the Bureau of Investigation!"
"It's the secret police!"
"The hyenas are coming!"
Suddenly, a scream broke the original silence. Lily didn't even care about the materials on the table, and took Jessetta's hand to run away.
"Let's get started."
Sistos withdrew his gaze from the pair of sisters who were running away in panic, and held a magical object in the shape of a tin microphone in his right hand: "Extraordinary people are also ordinary people, and ordinary people do not have extraordinary abilities... Therefore, local extraordinary people will
Losing the extraordinary ability, the argument...passed!"
In an instant, all the Extraordinaries in the market felt the mysterious decrease in the surrounding environment, and most of their Extraordinary abilities had lost their effect!
"Team 1 and 2 occupy and block all entrances and exits. The others follow me to the third floor of the castle."
Heisinger shouted, a cheerful smile appeared on his face.
"Members of the Investigation Bureau, are you going to break your past agreements and start a full-scale war with the Black Queen?"
The rumbling words shook everyone's eardrums. On the wall of the castle hall, a huge face appeared, and a large number of bricks were moved together to form the image of Halsey.
"Halsey, you crossed the line first."
Sistos sighed: "It's okay to just establish a market, but the logistics system you created has too much influence...even...even the other leaders of the Black Queen District are jealous of you. You represent
Not the entire Black Queen... Now, we are just rats cleaning out the sewers. If you want war, we will give you war!"
…
The next day.
William was holding a paper bag filled with bread and vegetables in his hands. The high stacks of food almost filled his sight.
"After I get back, I must suggest to Mr. Monette that he hire a few more cooks and maids. I can't be left to do everything alone. I'll be exhausted."
He passed a corner newsstand and suddenly stopped.
The ‘scholar’s’ thinking has been enhanced, allowing him to clearly distinguish the conversations of people around him while he is busy.
"Is it the Hunter Bar?"
"That's where there was a gas explosion last night, and many people died..."
"It's time to write a letter to the city government and ask for the replacement of the old gas pipes."
"Hunter Bar... That bar has a good business, but there are always some strange people coming and going... I suspect it's not an explosion, but a gang vendetta!"
…
William's expression suddenly became dull, and his steps turned almost involuntarily, arriving near the Hunter Bar.
The surrounding streets have been blocked by police officers and cordoned off.
One corpse after another was cleared from the rubble, covered with white cloth and carried away.
The corpse transporter staggered, and a blackened arm hung limply from the stretcher...
William stood among the crowd of onlookers, looking at this scene, and suddenly felt a little suffocated.
His hands and feet began to tremble disobediently, and this trembling became more obvious after he discovered several strange people with malicious intentions wandering around the scene.
'I... they want to attack the bar... If I were still working as a waiter, I would definitely die!'
'Maybe they still have spies nearby, looking for me?'
'No, don't be afraid...I am already a half-breed Watson.'
Feeling the human skin mask on his face, William finally calmed down: 'Yes, I'm just an ordinary manservant. I heard the news of the explosion when I was buying supplies, and I came here to take a curious look...I was mixed in with so many people.
, not impressive at all, no problem.'
Silently recalling the books on actor cultivation he had read in the grammar school library, William turned around and muttered: "If you don't go back, you will be scolded again."
He immediately grabbed the paper bag and fled the scene quickly.
Phoenix Street, No. 27.
"Mr. Monitor."
William walked into the room and found Aaron: "There was something wrong at the bar. I came back very carefully and paid attention to my surroundings. No one was following me."
"It doesn't matter whether you follow me or not."
Aaron tossed a coin, glanced at it and shook his head indifferently. Compared to the last news from Halsey last night, the Moving Castle was raided by the Bureau of Investigation and there was a possibility of it falling. The bar was just a small matter.
'The most important thing is that it was not the revenge of the 'Yiling Sect', but the action of the Investigation Bureau. It almost made me think that the Investigation Bureau was a dog raised by the 'Yiling Sect'!'
'However, the Investigation Bureau is indeed a dog, so the only people who can control it are those few people... The 'Yeling Sect' is very influential in the upper echelons of the kingdom.'
Things happened so quickly this time that Aaron had to suspect that the 'God of Suffering' was taking revenge through the hands of the Bureau of Investigation!