In a certain room at No. 78, Red Brick Lane, East District.
Under the dim gas light, a man in his forties wearing a nightgown was tied to a chair in the corner, shivering. He had dark skin and sunken eye sockets. He was a plateau man with extremely obvious features. He was
Laird, the leader of the Zmang Party.
After gunpowder weapons began to improve more than 20 years ago and the war situation began to change, the life of the plateau people became increasingly difficult. A large number of them left the plateau and entered Backlund, Trier, and Fenner.
Porter City entered various prosperous cities and ports in the Northern Continent. Some became workers, while others became the fresh blood of local gangs. They dared to fight and kill, and were not afraid of serious trouble.
Laird's father was one of the first plateau people to come to Backlund, and was also one of the founders of the Zmange Party. When he was young, Laird also dared to fight and kill, but since he became a member of the Zmange Party
After becoming the party leader, he became more and more addicted to wine and sex.
Not long ago, when Laird was playing games with some coolly dressed female friends in his villa, his subordinate Meursault, known as the "Executioner," broke in and had a friendly discussion with him.
The result of the negotiation was that Laerd was still the party leader, but control of the Zmange Party was given to Meursault. It was not that Laerd had not thought of summoning his subordinates to kill Meursault, but when he thought of what Meursault showed,
Even though he was using terrible methods, he still gave up. After all, he still had some enjoyment.
But now, Laerd feels that his life is coming to an end. Last night, a group of people from the Zimang Party went crazy on Veterans Street in the North District and injured many retired soldiers. Merle learned the news.
Suo first recalled people from the North District, and then transferred most of the Zimenger Party back to Red Brick Alley, then broke into his home and pulled his sleeping self here.
With a click, the entire wardrobe in the room moved, and a dark-skinned, lean man with deep-set eyes walked out from behind the wardrobe.
Meursault was wearing a black coat and an exaggerated silk hat, but he didn't look like a gentleman at all. He walked up to Reald with cold eyes, looked at Reald up and down, and held his chin with his left hand.
"Let go...me, please...you"
Laird felt as if his jaw was tightly clamped by pliers. As soon as he spoke, the pain hit his bones.
Meursault pulled a smile from the corners of his mouth, revealing some yellowed teeth:
"Relder, you are really lucky to have escaped another disaster."
With a "thud" sound, Meursault released his grip on Laird's chin, unsheathed the dagger at his waist, and cut the rope that bound Laird.
The untied Laird was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his pajamas.
Meursault sneered and slapped Laird on the face with his dagger:
"There are clothes over there. If you put them on, you will still be the leader of the Zmange Party."
The cold dagger hit Laird on the face, making him shiver. He ran to the closet and crawled, took off his pajamas, picked up a set of clothes and put them on.
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Red Brick Lane was the first territory established by the Zmange Party, so generally people in the East District would avoid this block for safety. Now most people from the Zmange Party have shrunk to the Red Brick Lane area, this block
There are even fewer pedestrians.
Not far away, Rolls, who was holding the "Stand of Justice", had been observing for more than ten minutes and found that most of the area here was guarded by the Zmang party. In some key places, there were even hidden sentries. The current red brick
The alley is like a spider nest full of traps, waiting for prey to come to you.
Is this Meursault's handiwork? Yes, he is a "hunter", and setting traps should be one of his core abilities.
He frowned. Although Rawls decided to use the simplest way to get the real situation, it didn't mean that he would rush directly into the red brick alley. Those are not "barbarians", they are reckless and illegal Zmang party members.
There should be quite a few people holding guns, not to mention that there is a "hunter" trap inside.
Turning around and looking around, Rawls walked straight towards an abandoned two-story building. Red Brick Alley was almost entirely filled with bungalows, so you could observe its entirety from a commanding vantage point.
Walking to the door of the small building, Rawls looked in through the broken window. There were a lot of messy things piled inside, including tattered bedding, an old stove, and a rusty iron pot on the stove, with a black ball in the pot.
Huhu stuff.
There was a resistance on the left hand of pushing the door. Rawls thought for a while and jumped in through the window. When he walked to the door, he found that the wooden door was blocked by a pile of red bricks, but there was no one in the small building.
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The person living here must be a homeless man. I don't know whether he went out to beg or was afraid of the Zmange Party who suddenly gathered and hid out.
Rawls walked up the creaking stairs and found that this small building could only be said to be a second floor. Its second floor was barely built with wooden boards and red bricks on the top of the first floor.
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After observing the direction, he walked to the window on one side. The bottom of the window was made of red bricks and was surrounded by wooden boards. Rawls looked through the window and saw that the red brick alley was almost unobstructed.
Stand the "stick" upright in front of you, hold the head of the stick with your right hand, and input spiritual energy skillfully.
Three seconds later, Rawls spoke out an ancient Hermetic word:
"Spiritual vision" the color of the aura appears in front of the eyes.
In the red brick alley ahead, each individual's personal aura emerged, and Rawls could clearly see all of Meursault's personnel arrangements.
"In the southwest, the most manpower is deployed. It should be because they have withdrawn people from the bridge area to prepare for the counterattack of the Black Skeleton Party in the bridge area. There are also many people in the northwest, but they are very loose. They are afraid of people coming from the north area.
Revenge? Is it loose to prevent official personnel from coming and escaping?"
It seems that we can only start from the east.
Based on the distribution of people in the region, Rawls has been able to confirm the approximate location of the core area of the Zmange Party.
Loosening the right hand holding the head of the staff, released his spiritual vision, held the head of the staff again, and injected spirituality. Rawls felt that his brain was running wildly. He immediately looked to the east side of the Red Brick Alley, and calculated based on the personnel arrangement there just now.
Come up with a detailed and safe "invasion" plan.
After maintaining this state for the same time as turning on his spiritual vision, Rawls decisively withdrew his spiritual vision and handed the cane to his left hand.
After closing his eyes and confirming that everything was correct, Rawls looked up at the darkening sky and the red moon that had an outline on the horizon.
He took out a revolver that was completely black and had a slightly longer barrel. Six bullets were already loaded on it. There was no misfire position. There was also a revolver-specific bullet speed loader in the pocket on the outside of his windbreaker.
, already loaded with six bullets.
This is enough. There is no time to load bullets during the battle, not to mention... Rolls holds the cane in his right hand and swings it hard. The "barbarian" fighting style is not suitable for pistols.
When the time was almost up, Rawls turned over and jumped from the second floor. He fell heavily to the ground like a boulder, ran to the east and disappeared into the night.