In the brightly lit living room, the leader of the Zmang Party, Laird, was sitting on a couch. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit and no tie. His face was stiff and dark, which only made people feel puzzled.
I thought he was angry about what happened in the North District last night.
There are single sofas on both sides in front of Laird, and sitting on them are the core members of the Zmange Party. Some of them control several streets, and some are responsible for intelligence and finance.
Meursault, who was wearing a black coat and a flamboyant silk hat, but did not look like a gentleman at all, stood in the center of the living room, blocking Laird behind him. In front of him were more than a dozen Zimang party members, also Zimang.
The Georgian Party personnel stationed in the North District also wounded Witte Gaude and several retired soldiers.
Meursault's eyes were cold, he looked at the men in front of him, and his voice was low:
"I brought you here this morning and you haven't gone out yet. You don't know what happened outside, right?"
Looking at the dozen guys in front of him who looked frightened but could not say anything, Meursault sneered:
"Most of the members of the Zmange Party have withdrawn to Red Brick Alley, just because of you idiots! Didn't the person who sent you tell you that they were only recruiting people and not to take action?"
A young man with slightly sunken eye sockets, fairer skin and a somewhat student temperament spoke:
"Meursault, there is nothing wrong with what they did. They just didn't think about it that much. Just get rid of them, shrink the manpower, and call us together. Isn't it necessary?"
Meursault turned to look at the young man, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and said sternly:
"Elden, if I remember correctly, most of them are your men, right?"
The young man Elden leaned on the sofa, placed his hands on the armrests on both sides, and crossed his legs:
"That's right, so it's up to you to destroy them or throw them into the Tasok River. I have no objection."
"No objection, but what should we do if we suffer such a huge loss?"
Elden smiled contemptuously, stood up, and walked to Meursault:
"It was you who withdrew the manpower, so shouldn't you be responsible for compensating us for the losses?" He said with a smile and patted Meursault on the shoulder.
His smile disappeared in the next second, and with a scream of "ah", his arm had been twisted by Meursault, and he knelt on the ground.
Meursault looked around and gave a dangerous smile:
"I think this compensation is good, what do you think? Mr. Laird?"
Laird, who was already trembling, put on an ugly smile. Elden was one of the few people in Zmange's party who supported him, but for the sake of his own life, he had to give up even if he should:
"You are the 'executor' and it is up to you to decide."
"very good."
…
At this time, Rawls had arrived near No. 78 Red Brick Lane. After some observation, he found that there were dozens of Zmang party members around the door of No. 78. Even if he could hit them head-on, the subsequent Zmang party members would not be able to attack him.
It certainly can't be dealt with.
No. 78 is a single-family house with a yard, but it only has one floor. The Zmang party members guarded the door and did not even enter the yard.
"ah"
Rawls, who was about to walk around No. 78, suddenly heard a scream. The sound was already very small when it reached him. He immediately quietly poked his head out. The dozens of Zmang party members had already pulled out their guns.
He broke into the yard and ran to the house, but as soon as he opened the door, he was scolded by the people inside.
Dozens of gunmen returned to their original positions angrily, and Rawls was already in a cold sweat. Dozens of gunmen, even if he becomes a Sequence 6 "Corrupted Baron" and has the ability to "distort", he may not be able to distort it.
Bullets fired by dozens of gunmen.
Rawls, who was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, quickly calmed down. Dozens of Zmang party members were armed with pistols. Even for gangsters, this was too much. As soon as they heard the screams, they rushed inside.
, inside should be the person they want to protect. But there are dozens of gunmen protecting one person, and none of the big bankers in Hillston District have such bodyguards.
Rolls rubbed his chin. Inside were the core members of the Zmange Party? These people were their bodyguards? This should be a reasonable explanation.
After waiting for a while, there was another noise inside No. 78, but the gunmen did not go in, but just guarded the outside of No. 78. Not long after, the door of No. 78 opened, and more than a dozen men walked out, each calling his men to leave.
There are seven or eight gunmen left.
Rawls's frowned eyebrows as he quietly poked his head out slowly relaxed, and seven or eight people could easily be dealt with. The man standing at the door of No. 78 who had left the crowd with his eyes suddenly rushed in front of the remaining gunmen and twisted them.
's neck.
Rawls's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately turned sideways, no longer observing secretly. The man must be the "executioner" Meursault. He is a "hunter" and should have strong inspiration.
After waiting for a while, Rawls poked his head out again and found that the remaining gunmen dragged three corpses away from here and disappeared into the darkness.
Am I so lucky? No, it's the "rod of fairness".
Rawls picked up the "Wand of Fairness" and looked at it carefully. Since he got it, although he clearly knew that it could improve his luck, there has been no specific performance. Even now, he is not sure that it is because of himself.
Only when your luck improves will your wishes come true.
Regardless, if I don’t take advantage of this opportunity, things will only get worse in the future, not to mention that I may be half a “lucky person” now.
Rawls checked his equipment again and found that there was no problem, then walked directly to No. 78.
Without alerting anyone, Rawls came to the door of this single-family house and walked straight in. As soon as he entered, he found an empty living room. There were more than a dozen single sofas in front of a double sofa, and there was a thick carpet on the floor.
The brown carpet had a few pools of blood on it.
There was a sound from the corridor at the end of the living room, and Rolls followed the sound and went straight there.
…
In the room, Meursault looked at Laird who was slumped in a chair and smiled:
"I am very satisfied with your performance today, so when this matter is over, you can still be the party leader."
Laird nodded repeatedly, sweat flowing down his forehead:
"As long as I can live, what...well"
Before he finished speaking, Meursault covered his mouth. There was fear in Laerd's eyes, but he relaxed after seeing Meursault signaling to shut up.
Seeing that Reald understood what he meant, Meursault loosened his hand covering his mouth and touched his waist. There was a blowpipe with a poisonous needle in it, and the poison on it was his.
Prepared by hand, even if the skin is broken, it is enough to kill someone.
Apart from myself and Laird, there was only one person on the ground floor in this room. It was impossible for anyone from outside to come in without warning.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and even Laird heard them. He didn't dare to make a sound and just slumped there.
Meursault walked towards the door of the room, holding the handle of the wooden door in his left hand and a bark-colored blowpipe in his right hand.
"Da~da"
Right now, Meursault opened the door, put the blowpipe in his right hand toward his lips, and blew hard.