On the afternoon of November 16th, Hongfang Street Center.
The neighborhood that should have been bustling with entertainment and entertainment was now filled with patrol soldiers in star-blue uniforms and light armor, as well as police officers in black-and-blue uniforms, walking along the ruined houses and roads.
Stretchers, supplies, record books, etc. came and went.
"There's another one here!" A patrol soldier waved, and together with his colleagues who came after hearing the news, they dragged out a deformed human body from under a collapsed beam.
"This one is still breathing!" Another urgent call came from a distance. Doctors and healers hired by the city hall, including volunteer priests from some temples, all hurriedly came forward.
Robik Dila, the first-level director of the West City Police Department, was standing on a hill made of collapsed houses, with a piece of blood-stained building materials under his feet.
He had just sent away several city hall administrative officers who were equally as brightly dressed as the ones in the background with a smile. He listened politely and accepted them humbly, saying, "Look, this is your responsibility, how can you end up like this? You know our municipal government
The office also has to go to work to serve the people. I have no time to come here to waste manpower," and other stupid complaints.
Behind Luobik is an open space drawn out by a large umbrella. This is a temporarily cleared morgue. At this moment, nearly a hundred corpses are placed, including those of innocent citizens and those of gangsters. Many officials wear
Wearing masks and holding pens and papers, they walked around the body. From time to time, the body was recognized by family members who came after hearing the news or who had been looking for it for a long time. Naturally, there was a burst of heartbreak.
Some family members recognized the officers' uniforms and even rushed forward in a heated mood, but were pulled away by soldiers and police officers who were well prepared.
Luobik lowered his head and sighed deeply.
Fortunately it is winter and the flies have not gathered yet.
Luobik stepped on a signboard that was broken into five or six parts - it looked like it was a chess and card entertainment room - and walked down with a stiff face.
An exquisite swordsman chess piece fell out of the ruins under the blood stains.
Luobik stopped.
He slowly bent down, picked up the chess piece, and dusted it off.
But the blood stains on the chess pieces had condensed and could not be wiped off.
These bastards.
Luobik looked at the chess piece in his hand with a livid face.
This swordsman chess piece is missing the sword hand, as if it was broken by a sudden strong force.
The director turned his head and looked to the side of the ruins, where a man wearing a dark red leather coat was watching all this.
The man in the red coat turned around and looked at the director with a dissatisfied expression.
"I won't agree!" Luobik said firmly.
"Are you sure?" The man in the red coat showed his face. His thin face was covered with stubble, but his tone was full of evil intentions: "This is a request from the Blood Bottle Gang and that adult."
"Nikla! This is not what we originally agreed! Even that adult would not agree with you bombing Hongfang Street into rubble and taking away - almost two hundred lives!" the director of the security department gritted his teeth.
, almost suppressing his anger, and spoke out word by word.
"And now you still want—their bodies?"
Luobik felt that his dissatisfaction was about to reach the limit.
But the man he called Nekra, although his face was full of coldness, he said indifferently:
"That's not accurate - it was just a dozen houses in the center of the block that were destroyed, wasn't it?"
"And I really didn't know that the head of the West City Police Department, who had been standing by all night, also has a sense of justice and compassion - speaking of which, we also lost a lot of people last night, didn't we?"
Scumbag, you gangsters are in trouble, do you still expect me to help you? Luobic thought angrily.
"This is our Blood Bottle Gang's loss, it's also that gentleman's loss, and of course it's your loss, Mr. Director." Nekra continued.
This scumbag, why did the Western Front deport him? He should just cut off his head!
Luobik cursed in his heart.
Nekra said in a bad tone: "So, for the benefit of that gentleman, you can still make the decision on some corpses, right?"
But Lobik did not relent as he expected.
The director came to Nekra with heavy steps, so close that he almost touched his nose, and said with anger in his eyes:
"I don't care how many people you, the scum of the Blood Bottle Gang, have died - I am following the orders of that adult, but he didn't say that you scum would cause such trouble! This morning, all the people in the royal capital
We all know, you guys have nothing to do in Hongfang District to blow things up! Even the imperial meeting is discussing the gang war in XC District!"
Nekra's eyes changed.
He took a step forward without flinching, put his head on Luobik's forehead, stared into the director's eyes, and said with hatred and anger:
"Then you should know that our anger is no less than yours! The Blood Bottle Gang never compromises, and the blood debt will be repaid!"
Robik was also angered by Nekra's provocative answer.
"Stop mentioning your nonsense! Especially you bunch of useless losers!" He yelled:
"The Blood Bottle Gang never takes it easy? Believe it or not, if I withdraw all the police and patrol teams now, you, a scumbag, won't even be able to get out of Hongfang Street!"
Nekra frowned angrily, the anger in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
Luobik stared back at him without any sign of weakness.
The surrounding patrol team members noticed the situation here and silently approached here.
The two captains who were terminal swordsmen already had cold expressions on their faces and put their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists.
Nekra's peripheral vision caught sight of these soldiers, and he felt a chill in his heart.
This big green skin is really classy.
He also noticed that among the residents watching the excitement outside the cordon, several eyes with ulterior motives were also staring at this place, disappearing from time to time, and then reappearing with new ones.
Damn fraternity.
After all, Hongfang Street no longer belongs to the Blood Bottle Gang.
Considering the power of the Security Bureau and the threat from the Brotherhood, Nekra suppressed his dissatisfaction and took a step back.
The Air Magician has disappeared. At least until the Blood Magician comes back, we must surrender.
Damn Da Qingpi, and that damn big noble.
"I apologize for my words and deeds - Lord Lobik Dila," he emphasized on "Lord", a smile broke out on his thin face, and he lowered his head and bowed, as if the previous anger was all fake.
The same.
This bow is not very standard.
"We really shouldn't cause you such trouble - I will leave now and go to apologize to the Duke."
Nekra smiled shyly, turned around and left.
Until the expected response came from behind.
"etc!"
Luobik clenched his fists tightly and told himself not to be impulsive.
hateful.
Damn it.
Sure enough, once I took that step, I couldn't look back.
Luobik waved his hand feebly and pushed back the men who were about to surround him.
The corners of Nekra's mouth curved up proudly.
Director Luobik closed his eyes in pain. After a while, he whispered with a trembling voice:
"Damn - okay, you can take away the bodies, but not more than twenty! And they must be unclaimed!"
The smile on Nekra's face finally became sincere.
"As you command - Your Excellency."
He once again addressed Lobik's title with enthusiasm.
An unclaimed body? Nekra laughed contemptuously in his heart: Since it is the body wanted by the Blood Bottle Gang, it is naturally "unclaimed".
Is not it?
What a joyful police-civilian cooperation.
Nekra bowed irregularly again, turned around and left.
Luobik looked at his back, shook his head, and asked feebly:
"What on earth do you want with those corpses?"
"Entertaining some old friends for the big shots," Nekra said without looking back, but in a horrifying tone:
"Let's prepare a banquet."
Nekra disappeared from sight, and also disappeared from several surveillance eyes from the crowd.
Luobik lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the pool of blood at his feet.
He was a helpless middle-aged man with gray hair and wrinkles.
Luobik felt disgusted in his heart.
He took a deep breath, looked at the chess piece in his hand, and saw the one-armed swordsman smiling at him.
The director of the security department let go of his hand with a sad face, turned and left.
The swordsman without a sword fell into the bloody water, replacing Robik's reflection.
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6 p.m., Mindis Hall.
"Four five-person groups have a clear division of labor and a tacit understanding of cooperation. They are all super-level leaders, leading ordinary-level masters. Although they have extraordinary skills and rich experience, judging from their equipment and status, they are indeed hired."
Gilbert stood up from the side of a corpse and waved his hand for the guards to carry it down.
"Mercenaries and adventurers who dare to attack the royal family's property—if they are not promised generous rewards by their employers, they are confident that they can avoid risks."
The middle-aged nobleman stood in the hall on the first floor with his hands behind his back. He suppressed his disgust for the collaborators and said to the empty corner:
"As a former adventurer, what do you think?"
A hoarse voice came from the void:
"It's both, and mostly the latter - the employer didn't tell them the truth, 'You won't encounter masters above the super level' or 'There won't be more than twenty guards' or something like that."
"Perhaps their employers have not thought that our guard strength is far beyond ordinary industries - and you are here." The middle-aged noble replied.
Corpses were carried down the stairs, hall ceilings, and corridors one after another.
Gilbert watched the guards carry the intruder out and clean up the blood, lowering his head in thought.
"But it's still too simple."
he murmured.
"Even though we doubled the number of guards in Mindis Hall, even though there are fifty well-trained mortal and even super-level terminator swordsmen, even though they are only hired to test - we still handle it too easily, too simply.
"
The guards carrying the body passed by ignored Gilbert who was talking to himself.
It was as if the middle-aged noble was talking to the air, until Yoder's figure appeared beside him out of thin air.
"They have no determination to fight to the death, nor do they intend to cause harm to the guards." The masked secret guard whispered:
"If I had taken action a little later, they would have retreated."
Gilbert frowned deeply.
"This isn't right. Even if it's just a test, their attitude and methods are too rash. It's just like -"
Jodl responded appropriately: "——It's like asking for death."
The gray-haired middle-aged nobleman nodded and said:
"If their employers are really who we expected, they must know that if we really have important secrets, then such equipment will not help at all."
"Then what are they doing? To cover other people?"
Yodel shook his head: "I didn't feel anyone else."
"If there's no one else—"
At this moment, Gilbert and Yoder raised their heads at the same time and looked out the door.
Under the setting sun, an ordinary carriage rode on the road leading to Mindis Hall.
After listening to a guard's report, Gilbert nodded and said, "It's Jinni who's here."
"That woman," Gilbert frowned, "originally hated riding in small carriages such as carriages - it seems that she restrained her likes and dislikes in order to hide her from others."
After hearing these words, Yoder suddenly raised his head!
At first, Gilbert was still wondering why this secret guard, who could not see his expression, had such a big reaction.
But then, his expression changed drastically, and he looked back at Yoder in surprise.
Covering "people's" ears and eyes——
No way?
"Didn't you say you didn't feel other people?" Gilbert asked with a livid face.
Yodel turned his head and looked upstairs, his figure flashing.
"I left eight terminator swordsmen upstairs -" But before Gilbert could finish his words, Yodel disappeared from sight!
Wait, if you don’t feel other “people”——
Gilbert slapped his head hard!
"Everyone! Assemble to the third floor at full speed! Protect the target!"
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Thales was dripping with cold sweat and looked at the man in front of him nervously.
Just now, the white-faced adult man wearing a gorgeous pleated-sleeved shirt and expensive leather boots suddenly appeared between him and the eight terminator swordsmen!
No wind, no sound, no air, no trace.
Then, the eight terminator swordsmen around Thales shot out blood from their necks one after another!
It is not that the time traveler has never encountered powerful enemies, such as the magician Aixida, but he has never encountered an enemy that appears so suddenly.
It was so sudden that Thales’s visual nerves couldn’t even react!
He didn't see how the other party moved at all.
Thales subconsciously wanted to scream, but a right hand suddenly appeared in front of him!
This well-dressed man suddenly covered his mouth.
Thales still couldn't see his movements clearly.
Even a master like "Ghost with the Wind" Rolf, although his movements are fast and violent, at least there are traces and afterimages!
But the man in front of him didn't move his right hand at all.
It's like an animation skipping frames.
After struggling to no avail, Thales gave up and wasted his energy. He calmed down, tried his best to calm the beating of his heart, and looked at the man in front of him.
This man, who is slightly taller than Yodel, has neat blond hair that is spread out behind his forehead, and his blue pupils are clear. Although his face is sickly pale, he is really - Thales can only describe it this way - very
hansome.
Compared with Aixida's more feminine handsomeness, this man can be described as a "sunny and unrestrained" type. Coupled with his simple but elegant taste in clothing, he is bound to charm a lot of girls when he goes out.
Unfortunately, Thales couldn't feel any warmth at all on his body.
There was a pleasant smell of perfume coming from the man's body. Even a country bumpkin like Thales could recognize that this was not at all the cheap perfume worn by ordinary citizens in the market.
Now, this handsome man opened his pale mouth and smiled at him:
"Originally it was just to stretch the muscles - but look at me, what did I find?"
"A short-lived cub."
Short-lived species?
Thales captured this particular wording.
"The smell on you - tsk tsk, it's so delicious."
“Sure enough, delicious food always appears in unexpected places!”
But the next moment, the relaxed-looking blond man's expression suddenly changed.
His hand covering Thales flickered again, and the next moment, Thales was held hostage in his arms with his mouth covered.
"I discovered it so quickly - I can't deal with that mask," the handsome blond man murmured, "pack it and take it home to eat."
"Fortunately, the sun is going down soon."
These were the last words Thales heard.
The next moment, his eyes were surrounded by a burst of hot blood red, and the world was spinning.
The scene in Mindis Hall seemed to be spinning and getting smaller and smaller.
Before his consciousness disappeared, Thales vaguely saw Yoder's mask appearing among the corpses of the eight Terminator Swordsmen.
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I've been thinking about opening a QQ group recently, but I don't know how many people are reading this book. If I opened a group and had two or three kittens all year round, wouldn't it be a huge embarrassment to the world (scratching my head)~
If there are any book friends who are reading this book, why not leave a comment in the book review area? It can also give me some confidence~