Whenever the moonlight climbs into the night sky, the fancy lights in the night area will begin to infect the bright moon, and the nightingale-like singing will flow out from the feasting and feasting, attracting people's lost souls to enjoy the short-term joy and original happiness.
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Lund (the bearded bartender) walked out of the alley in the old city. The flash of light on his body and the remaining blood stains were the end of his work today. He wiped the blood on his face with a handkerchief and glanced at the alley.
Jiao's body was kicked into the sewer and headed towards the gate of the night area.
Looking at the greedy look in the eyes of the guard holding a long single-shot rifle in front of him, he sighed and pulled out the delicate plum blossom sandalwood hand sign from his waist. The desire turned into panic. In panic, he lowered his head and let it go.
Lund passed through the gate.
On the other side of the door, there were three girls in fancy clothes who had been waiting for a long time. The leading girl took the two behind her and put away the fan in their hands, nodded slightly, put their hands on their stomachs and bowed, saying: "Mr. Lund, Mr. Muntari (Newsstand)
Station boss) has been waiting at Nightingale Building for a long time, please come with us."
Lund raised his eyebrows frivolously. He didn't pay much attention to this development. He just struck a match, lit the cigarette at his mouth, looked at the smoke ring and waved his hand: "Lead the way."
Along the way, the light of the night district shines unbridled on the streets, washing away the remaining sanity in people's sights and lighting up the madness in their pupils.
Lund didn't pay attention to the crowds of people reveling all night around. He calmly watched the colors dispersed in the smoke, admiring the calmness in the carnival. The plum blossom hairpin on the girl's head in front of him was more like a test than decoration for them.
No matter how fast the pace is, the pendant on the hairpin is always calm.
Lund's eyes narrowed slightly, but he could see who Muntari had sent to pick him up, and he also understood that his current position was not considered safe.
But it is indeed the case. Lund exhaled the smoke from his lungs and stamped out the fire of the cigarette butt.
Looking at the road that was faintly vacated by the crowd in front of the Nightingale Building, I followed the three girls up the steps paved with red carpets, and came to the guard door. Without the expected questioning, I opened the door directly, and the four of them opened the door.
People entered the building.
With the door closed, the noise outside is directly cut off.
The vague depression and desire in the building made Lund's heart tighten. He swallowed lightly and walked with the three of them to a door.
The girl opened the door and nodded slightly, but did not say anything else.
Lund looked at Muntari, who was eating steak wrapped in bread, and walked into the room with a sigh. The moment he passed the door, the figure at the door disappeared.
Lund took off his shoes and walked onto the tatami, sitting cross-legged in front of Muntali: "Everything is done."
Muntali chuckled lightly, put down the food in his hand, wiped his hands casually with a handkerchief, looked at Lund in front of him coldly, and said with some joking: "Humph, everything is done...except I leave it to you.
The task of killing people and silencing them must have been completed, right, Lund."
As he spoke, Muntali knocked on the table twice, and two men with long knives on their waists stood next to him. Muntali pulled out the long knife of one of them, picked up a piece of beef on the table, and brought it to Lund's mouth.
Bian: "Come and try it. The food in the night district is not comparable to that in the old city."
Lund's fingertips trembled slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to meet Muntari's eyes and said: "I just don't want any strange factors to interfere with the plan. It's the Dark Blade Party and the others who deserve to die. The old city was originally ours. Moreover, those who died this time
He's not one of ours either... I think I did the right thing."
Muntali's eyes were calm and terrifying, just observing the wavering in the man's eyes. Until he averted his eyes uneasily, Muntali smiled contemptuously, put down the knife in his hand, stretched out and mocked.
: "It's really high-sounding, but you were tricked by a child and leaked the news to the fourth team. I really think highly of you."
After saying that, he waved his hand and dismissed the two guards beside him. Seeing that Lund didn't reply, he continued to cut the steak in his hand. He raised his eyes and said indifferently: "You are lucky. No one from the fourth team came back alive. They are all dead."
The dogs you released at the terminal should have been dealt with, Lund."
Lund's breathing was a little tight and he nodded carefully.
But Muntari stopped the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Lund with a strange smile on his face: "You did a good job this time, Lund, very good. You are right, the person who died was not one of ours."
, this is very important."
Lund's eyes flashed and he breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted to welcome the sudden compliment, but when he raised his eyes, he met Muntali's strange eyes. He held down his head with one hand and pressed it against his head.
On the dinner plate, his other hand was also nailed to the table by the fork. The pain made Lund grit his teeth and couldn't say anything. He only heard the devilish whisper in his ear: "But remember,
There is no next time, you just need to obey..."
After saying that, Muntali threw Lund's head away, took out the fork in his hand and tapped the table with his fingertips, enjoying the pleasure on the corner of his mouth while playing classical music, and looked indifferently into Lund's eyes.
The faint flicker of malice, and the smile that escaped.
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In the high-rise area of the Nightingale Building, a disheveled woman leaned on a table and chair. She used her feet to pick up the envelope that suddenly appeared on the table and let it unfold in the wind. There was only one instruction on it: "Spread the news and clean up the church."
interference."
"Hmph~~~" In the laughter, the envelope was lit by the fire. The woman's charming eyes showed a little interest, and she tapped the pipe in her hand twice. Five girls knelt down beside her one after another. What?
He didn’t say that he was just waiting for her to give orders.
The woman just puffed out smoke rings and said with a smile: "Let the news of the church's actions in the old city spread among the people, wealthy businessmen, officials, gangs and the church itself. I don't want the church to end arbitrarily without any price. Do you understand?
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A girl nodded and asked: "Master Liuli, do you mean to pin the news of the annihilation of the fourth team on the church?"
Liuli chuckled and blew away the smoke ring, stood up, and leaned lazily on the table showing her charming posture. She looked at the five people in front of her and said, "What is buckle? In addition to the fact that the church can easily destroy the hunter team, in people's eyes, there are also
Could there be someone else? Even if there were, no one would be willing to believe it.
The violence and power of the church have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Sitting in the center of the city, they still arrogantly promote the illusory night and claim to be secretive.
People don't understand their role, they just think it's a useless privilege, don't they? I think many people would be willing to describe them as a cancer in the kingdom. It's fitting that they started this war, isn't it?