The police station and city hall had been evacuated two days ago.
Except that the ruins after the battle still need time to be rebuilt, Hongfang Street has already opened for business.
The whole street is brightly lit and bustling with people, and there are all kinds of men and women coming and going. The lowest wandering orioles secretly wave from behind the dark alley, waiting for a person to come and negotiate the price for a long time, and the two of them are impatient.
Walk into the bungalow on one side;
In front of the high-end guild hall, the graceful guests are attracting all kinds of customers, from drunken veterans to ignorant young people, from the newly wealthy of the kingdom to the wealthy businessmen full of money, with dazzling services and dazzling bodies.
-Body, devouring the wallets that come and go;
The most top-notch ones are the neatly dressed coachmen in front of the door. They park the carriages without badges, but still low-key and luxurious, in front of various guild halls. Several servants respectfully greet the ladies who come down from the guild halls.
They boarded the carriage, drove away, and returned the next day—these were the real wealthy and powerful people who spent a lot of money, and the identities they hid behind them could even make the owners of major venues chatter.
Everything is the same as it was twenty days ago. It is as if Red Square Street has never experienced a bloody and terrible gang war. The protectors of the street and the collectors of commissions have not changed from the Blood Bottle Gang to the Black Street Brotherhood.
.
Except the center of Hongfang Street.
There, the ruins of more than a dozen houses that had been blown to pieces by the air magician were still in darkness.
And in this darkness, dozens of people were busy digging under the ruins, and the sound of iron catalpas colliding with the soil was heard constantly.
Under the moonlight, the six giants of the Black Street Brotherhood, the intelligence chief, "Sleepless Eye" Corbion Lancer, wearing a scarlet cloak, stood in the ruins, looking at the darkness around him, and then looking at
The lights of thousands of houses in the distance made me frown.
Too close... he thought.
Those guild halls that have opened are still too close to the location we want to dig.
In the distance, a sleepless man whistled, which was a code: Two people passed by and everything was normal.
Lancer nodded to the other sleepless man in the darkness.
But he saw that a guild hall next door lit up the rooftop lights, and the lights slightly illuminated a road leading here.
Lancer snorted dissatisfiedly from his nose.
too close.
Immediately, a sleepless man who knew the idea left behind him, communicated with another brotherhood member for a while, and the latter strode towards the guild hall.
Not long after, the lights on the top floor of the guild hall dimmed, and the surrounding ruins fell into darkness again.
Lancer nodded.
We should ask that guy Rick to extend the ban on business for a little longer.
It affects our work too much.
But we can only do these things at night.
But Lancer knew that in order to ban the business of Red Square Street and make those nobles endure it for one more day, it would be quicker to let each of them carve out an acre of land in their own territory and give it to the brotherhood.
Lancer walked forward slowly.
For ten days and nights, they dug under the chess and card room ten meters deep and twenty meters wide, but found nothing.
Now, they can still use the excuses of "looking for clues about the air magician" and "finding the truth about the deaths of the Talon brothers and Moria", but if they can't be found again...
If we can't find it again, sooner or later we will be discovered by someone who is interested - Lancer thought gloomily.
Whether it's the secret science or the everlasting Blood Bottle Gang.
Even those other poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness.
Even if Hongfang Street is now owned by a brotherhood.
Fortunately, the Qi Magician blasted the surrounding area for them. Otherwise, they would have had to work hard to seize the ownership of all the nearby houses from the Hongfang Street house owners with more or less backgrounds before they could start excavation work.
.
But now is not bad - according to the plan, excavation may take a year and a half or even longer to start, but now, it can start a few days after taking Hongfang Street.
Of course, the uncovered excavation site also made it more difficult for them to conceal their secrets.
That’s why I had to dig it out quickly—Lance couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.
At this moment.
"Found it!" A rough and heroic voice came from afar!
Lancer couldn't help but be moved!
He waved away the sleepless people behind him and walked forward quickly.
"Found it, Corbion!" A tall and thin figure walked forward holding a long cloth-wrapped object tightly.
This is a man with a long and narrow face, dark golden curly hair hanging uneasily on his shoulders, wearing a black leather strap, with three short knives inserted under his left and right ribs and at his waist. His arms are wrapped in thick
Among the thick bandages, his height was almost second only to the two-meter Qincha. Unfortunately, his thin figure affected his appearance.
"Tearer" Anton Levanowski, one of the six giants of the Brotherhood and the leader responsible for the smuggling of strategic resources such as Eternal Oil and Lithium Ore, is excitedly holding a long tree full of dirt in his arms.
The strip of things walked towards Lancer.
Behind him, a fat figure - Morris, one of the Big Six and in charge of the population business, walked up with an unhappy look on his face.
"It should be this one! I opened it and took a look, wow...it's exactly the same as the one in the painting..." The rough accent came out of Anton's mouth, which seemed particularly harsh.
"You wouldn't have thought that after ten days of digging, you almost dug through the sewer, but it turned out that it was not buried in the ground—it was hidden in the partition between the basement and the ground!"
"If I hadn't slipped and stepped on it when I was peeing... Haha, I would say things shouldn't be too complicated... You and Maurice dug like crazy for ten days... Haha..."
Behind him, Morris crossed his arms with an unhappy expression and gritted his teeth.
"Look! I've only been here for five minutes, and I wanted to pee before I left...
After enduring it for more than ten seconds, Lancer finally couldn't stand it anymore. He had been talking endlessly about Nie Daren from the Eastern Continent since more than ten years ago.
"Shut up, skinny guy!" Lancer fiercely snatched the long object from Anton's hand, ignoring the dirt on it, and opened a corner of the strap tremblingly.
Anton wanted to say something else, but he was viciously arched by Maurice behind him, causing him to stumble.
"Damn fat guy...Aren't you just jealous that I am better than you..."
"Shut up, Anton!" This time it was the vicious Maurice.
Lancer gently covered the cloth.
"That's right," he said softly, but he couldn't hide the strange excitement in his voice: "That's it."
Lancer stroked the long object with a trembling hand, as if stroking a lover: "After all the hard work, we must capture the Red Square Street without alerting the magician or the secret department - finally we have
In return!"
"Hey," Anton spread his hands with an unhappy look on his face: "Who said the magician was not alerted? Who do you think blew up this ruins?"
"The appearance of the Qi Magic Master was an accident. The black sword failed to lure him away, but he really didn't know about it." Morris said calmly: "But I'm thinking, Asheida must know something - so
He gave up the chance to kill the Black Sword, risked his way back to the capital, and intervened in a small turf war - he may even know that what we are looking for is a weapon that can deal with him."
"But we still found it under his nose, under the eyes of the Qi Magic Master." Lancer observed the outline of this thing and said in a sinister tone.
When it came to the Qi Magician, the three people present were silent for a moment.
"When I received the news, I thought you and Qinza were going to die on Red Square Street." Lancer broke the silence and sighed slightly.
"We are lucky," Morris lowered his head, his eyes shrouded in shadows: "You should take a look at Moria and the Talon brothers - he still likes to pinch the ball so much."
"What happened to him?" Anton's eyes had a strange color.
"Maybe he met his nemesis," Lancer squeezed the package in his hand tightly, closing his eyes gently and said, "But he is definitely not dead."
"Speaking of which, it's been twelve years...I still can't believe it..." Anton gritted his teeth and recalled in a mixed emotion of fear and hatred: "I saw with my own eyes that the black sword clearly killed someone.
Three times... three times..."
"Then he was resurrected," Maurice said with a gloomy face and gritted teeth: "Two hours, three resurrections."
"Four times," Lancer added silently: "Outside the palace gate, after the crown prince was poisoned, Great Sariton killed the monster once."
In an instant, the air between the three of them seemed to sink.
Anton looked at the long object in front of him and asked with lingering fear and doubt: "We have been looking for ten years - but is this thing really useful? After all, the entire continent is full of anti-magic armed forces..."
"The things on those guards can only slightly weaken the influence of magic," Lancer said without hesitation: "Only the legendary anti-magic weapons given by the empire can truly deal with magic masters - when they were still in the secret department.
, Morat told me so."
"I can't believe the information about your former boss." Anton's face changed, as if he remembered something, and he trembled again: "...that old man, even his saliva is highly poisonous."
"By the way, our operation this time," Morris said worriedly: "The Kingdom's secret department didn't intervene? After all, according to you, this is a legendary anti-magic weapon that is not on the list...it is better than privately owning a magic gun.
It’s still serious…”
Owning a magic gun privately? Lancer snorted in his heart.
Possessing a magic gun privately is nothing more than a death sentence, but hiding the legendary anti-magic force that is not on the books - huh.
But Lancer just shook his head: "The king is about to be forty-eight years old, and the matter of selecting a noble heir is enough to make them anxious. Moreover, I made a deal with Exeter's secret room, and they will release Morat
Interesting news, let Ramon attract the full attention of the secret department, Morat will not discover our purpose - I know my teacher too well."
"But fortunately, neither the magic masters of the Blood Bottle Gang nor the secret department know the importance of this thing..." Lancer rubbed the cloth in his hand, thinking deeply about something.
"By the way, are you really not going to tell Cinza, Feisuo and Roda about the truth about this matter?" Speaking of the names of the other three Big Six, Anton also imitated the two of them and frowned: "Anyway, Qi Zhizhi
The magician has also disappeared."
Lancer shook his head solemnly and handed the package in his hand to Morris: "Both Necra and Katherine set off to find the Blood Magic Master - believe me, I have read the records of the Secret Department and the Blood Magic Master.
Compared with teachers, Asheida is simply kinder than Her Highness Midir."
"It is enough for the magic master to be faced by the three giants of our brotherhood and the Black Sword. The less others know, the safer they are," Morris nodded and tied the long object on his hand tightly.
His words were sad: "For the nine former giants."
Anthony and Lancer's expressions became solemn, and they both whispered: "For the sake of the former Nine Giants."