Going out early in the morning and encountering "nailing the door sign" really didn't put Powell in any good mood. He could imagine that his next situation would become increasingly difficult.
The civilians who had never had a sense of presence in the past were organized, like an airtight net covering the whole city.
In the past, how could the nobles look down on the mediocre people in the city? But this seemingly inadvertent move gave Powell a great sense of oppression.
Come out of Dongsi Street and turn to the west. There is a street dedicated to slaughtering and leather business. On weekdays, sewage flows across the street and the smell is unpleasant.
Powell was going to meet some companions on that street to discuss the next steps. But when he arrived at Slaughter Street, he found that it was being demolished.
All butchering and leather businesses must be moved to the dock area to avoid polluting the city's water sources. All original houses must be demolished and rebuilt.
"Damn Victor Hugo likes to demolish houses and build houses everywhere. Why is he so interested in this kind of thing? I have never seen that noble family like him. He likes to spend money wherever he has money."
Powell was extremely annoyed. This change was unexpected, and a street was demolished simply and rudely. The old spy encountered new problems, so how could he contact other companions who had sneaked into the Cold Wind City?
In the past, the contact person always arrived late and left early and could not be found. Communication was not smooth and I was anxious. I never thought that the contact point would disappear.
A blockade was set up outside Slaughter Street, and more than a hundred households were moving. Old houses had begun to be demolished, and a large number of snakes and rats were exposed, forcing them to flee from their hiding places in a hurry.
The scene is quite hilarious...
With nowhere to escape, a nest of rats scurried back and forth under the feet of several coolies. One of them was even beaten to death by a shovel, which caused a burst of laughter.
Powell felt as if he had been slapped with a shovel, and his heart skipped a beat.
No, no, we absolutely cannot end up like this.
Turning around, Powell wandered around Slaughter Street. He hoped to meet his companions who came to contact him and discuss whether to evacuate immediately or find another place to hide.
After only two rounds, my companions didn't see anything, but they saw several two-wheeled carriages coming in from outside the city. These were obviously not the carriages of the 'Rich Leader', but the person they were escorting was Adrian, the leader of the 'Evil Dog'.
When Powell saw it from a distance, he immediately lowered his head and hid in an alley on the street.
The two-wheeled carriage was like a cart pulled by a horse, extremely simple. There was no cover on the empty carriage, and there were several corpses stacked on top.
Behind the carriage, several dirty-looking prisoners were led with ropes. Judging from their appearance, they were definitely bandits who had been wandering the wilderness all year round.
Oops!
This situation is not right.
The number of people watching the excitement on the street suddenly increased. Powell hid at the entrance of the alley and stepped on the carriage to glance at the carriage. The onlookers were also in an uproar because although the corpse in the carriage was tattered, his face was clear.
"Oh my God! It's the knight from the Longlegs family."
"I know the corpse with the scar on the face. I once served him."
"Look at the blood-stained armor. The family crest on it belongs to Lord Exxon. I swear I saw it right. I wiped that armor."
The discussion became louder and louder, and the influence became greater and greater. Many people followed the carriage and chased it all the way.
The Inspection Office sent people to take over and held a public sentencing in the city. The corpses of several dead nobles were hung up for public display, and the captured gangsters were beheaded.
Hanging a noble is shocking enough, but hanging the body of a noble is even more naked humiliation.
This was an extremely effective display of strength, and even the powerful councilors who were noisy in the Winter Hall put aside their arguments and came to watch the excitement.
After witnessing the tragic scene of the 'hanging corpse' and Exxon's discarded armor, the entire Cold Wind City was shocked. This was the first time Victor Hugo showed his power to the outside world.
This means if you don't take action, you will take action. Once you take action, you will control the situation.
Judging from the results of the battle, not many knights of the Longlegs family died this time. Previously, the Arad family took the lead in the rebellion and planned to kill the noble master.
But now the Cold Wind City is in chaos, and people's hearts are floating.
At this time, Victor Hugo killed several of the Long-Legs knights without hesitation and openly displayed them to the public. His stance became clear - he was determined to fight the Long-Legs until death.
The public trial was held in the square under the Wizard's Tower, and the Inspection Office sent someone to announce the entire incident. From the attack on the transport convoy to the attack by the law enforcement hunting team, to the late-night attack and victory.
Powell hid in the corner of the square and watched the trial, his heart trembling. He still remembered that he heard about this only three or four days ago. But now the people of the Long Legs family and the gangsters who were inspired were all brought to justice.
"Those 'evil dogs' were so quick to attack. The day after Lord Exxon robbed the convoy, they chased him out of the city. To achieve such a result, they must have caught up within twelve hours and launched an attack immediately.
."
Decisive and fierce, it is difficult to deal with it just thinking about it.
Even from a hostile perspective, Powell felt that the speed of this action was really alarming. It made him even more worried about his situation.
Do you want to continue contacting the powerful people in the city to act as internal agents?
Too dangerous, too dangerous!
Powell turned around to leave, but suddenly he saw a wizard wearing a robe smiling at him opposite. The two of them separated their eyes as soon as they met, and they crossed a few streets before meeting again.
"Powell, you seem a little uneasy." In an alley, the wizard he met cast a spell to open a hole in a wall.
Powell looked sideways and back several times to confirm that no one was following him before entering the cave. This is an illusion space with a closed wall outside and a comfortably furnished arcane cabin inside.
"Johnson, you are crazy. Aren't you afraid of being spotted by those 'evil dogs' when you show up in public?" Powell glanced at the illusion cabin and knew that the wizard's greed for enjoyment cannot be cured.
The familiar owl that sent the message a few nights ago was on the bird stand in the house. The damn flat-haired beast shook his head and stared at Powell, and cooed a few times: "Poor man, we meet again."
Powell glanced sideways, furious, wishing he could eat the damn bird alive.
The illusionist sat down on a soft cushion and hummed a few times, "I'm good at hiding and disguising. Different people see me in different appearances.
You don’t have to worry too much, no one will notice me. This is the magic of arcane magic.”
There was a hidden servant in the house who brought a drink to Powell. After taking it, he did not intend to drink it, but asked the illusionist: "Johnson, what do you want from me?"
"I have seriously considered your suggestions from the past few days."
Um.....?
"I decided to go with it."
What did I suggest the other day?
The illusion wizard picked up a glass of juice and drank it in one gulp.
Powell was thinking: "I didn't suggest anything the past few days. Wait, are you talking about kidnapping important people in Cold Wind City?
This is not my suggestion. I was just writing the letter in a hurry and mentioned a few target candidates casually. I will not participate in this kind of thing."
The secret agent felt that he was in trouble.
really......
The illusionist continued: "Powell, since it was your suggestion, let's join in the action."
Damn it, Cold Wind City is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den now, and they actually want to drag me to kidnap me? Didn't you see those corpses that were just brought back today? Do you still have the guts to do it?
Powell felt that there was something really wrong with this illusionist's brain, and he didn't know how to assess the situation at all.
But the other party made the point, "Today's public trial has severely damaged the family's image and will inevitably change the situation.
If we don't take action, all the forces in Cold Wind City will be integrated by Victor Hugo. We don't have time to delay, we must take some action."
Having said this, the illusionist paused for half a second, stared at Powell and asked: "Your Excellency, who are you loyal to now?"
This is a good question.
Powell's heart tightened, feeling that he was too careless and should not have followed the opponent into his secret lair. However, the current situation did not allow him to think more, so he could only ask: "Who did you choose as your target?"