It was getting dark and Bill came to a hotel.

The hotel's new owner, a local gang boss who led the way when the rebels arrived in Daguerre, turned himself into the deputy mayor and trampled under the feet of the powerful he only dared to look up to.

The inn became a frequented spot by rebel leaders, who had fun and spent their time drinking.

It is also the place where all kinds of black market transactions take place, such as in-demand wine, cigars, opium, and all sorts of news.

Bill had a delicious meal in the restaurant, where everything you could have served was available. After eating, Bill went back to his room, where he had a dedicated suite as one of the successful people.

Two young ladies rushed in, bringing two bottles of wine.

The wine is poured into a tall glass and is as clear as a rose in the candlelight.

But the more Bill drank, the more sober he became, and he violently stripped them naked, threw them on the bed, and galloped to their flattering teasing.

With the joy gone, Bill threw a bag of gold coins and ruthlessly kicked his female companion out. It was not yet 10 p.m., and the nightlife in Daguerre had just begun, and on the eve of the decisive battle, everyone was partying, drunk and dreaming of death.

Bill suddenly jumped out of bed, washed his face in cold water in the bathroom, and quickly cleaned up.

He changed into a dark coat, a cloak, a wide-brimmed hat, and pinned a bronze badge to his chest—the equivalent of a pass.

Tucking the dagger into the boot and stepping on the chair, he pulled out a package from the top of the cupboard, which contained two pistols and cartridges.

Shoved one of the pistols under his arm, took some more bullets, and walked out of the room.

He didn't go to the front, at the end of the corridor of the room was a staircase, which was usually the passage for the waiter, from here he went downstairs, went around the front yard from the front of the hotel, and left the hotel.

It was cold outside, and there seemed to be tiny snowflakes floating in the night sky, falling on people's faces, cold and cold.

It could snow tonight.

Bill avoided the main roads and went to the smaller streets, and even then, he met several patrols.

Obviously, many people know him for his impressive face, and Killer Bill is his nickname, and it is rumored that Bill has many lives under his command and is wanted by the government.

After passing several inspections, Bill came to the back of a church. More than half of the church has been demolished, the masonry has been used for fortifications, and wood and furniture have been used as fuel.

Most of the top echelons of the rebels are from the True God Party, a party that has its roots in the True God Cult and was once part of the extremist group in the True God Church. Although the Pope of the True God Cult has long declared the True God Party a traitorous party, when they gain power, they will naturally not let the God Cult go.

The church was demolished by Bill, a contractor.

Bill stood motionless in a dark corner, and from his vantage point, he could observe movement coming from any direction.

After waiting for about five minutes, he pretended to crouch down to check the laces of his shoes, then lifted a stone slab at his feet and suddenly disappeared in place.

It was precisely because he personally led people to tear down the church that he was familiar with this place. Through the sewers, he came to the only remaining building in the church, a bell tower with a pointed roof that had disappeared, and where a large bronze bell had long since been turned into a bronze cannon.

Bill carefully lay on the top, drew a telescope from his bosom, and pointed at a building in the northwest corner of the city, which had been a warehouse for Daguerre's traders, and the warehouse was next to the city wall, where Bill had been supervising a group of laborers during the day.

During the day, he could see the grass and trees clearly, but it was quiet during the day, and Bill didn't see anyone coming in or out. But they were not allowed to approach, as they were heard to be the rebels' arsenal and heavily guarded by heavy troops.

It's mysterious.

But in this night, he could only see figures swaying in the light.

The figures were very tall, and they seemed to be practicing. Counting, there were about three hundred figures, these people were too mysterious, dormant during the day, and only appeared at night.

They appear to be wearing metal armor because of the reflection of light in the light.

Bill didn't stay in the hideout for long, but stayed for ten minutes before quickly returning the way he came, and then appeared in a tavern not far from his residence.

The tavern was full of smoky miasma, the smell of alcohol, tobacco and all kinds of perfumes, the doors and windows were closed because of the heating, and the body odor and the bad breath of individual people were mixed together.

Bill couldn't help but let out a string of sneezes.

"Bill, don't get sick, medicine is expensive. "It was a broker named Mark Wheeler.

This is a relatively open person, because when the rebels started an incident in Saint-Nouvé at the beginning of the year, he was involved with the rebels and belonged to the rebels' "own people".

His way of making money was to act as a "financial advisor" to rebel leaders, and he made a lot of money by cashing in the belongings he had obtained from the rebel leaders' raids and robberies.

Now, he's trapped. In fact, everyone who cooperated with the rebels was trapped, and no one was allowed to leave the city.

But that doesn't mean they're going to sit still.

"Mr. Wheeler, the whole city is sick, and I will not be sick, my life is harder than iron, and more tenacious than weeds, and I have died many times. Bill smiled, "Would you like a glass of wine, I'm in for a treat." ”

"Thank you very much. Mark Wheeler said, "But if you want permission to leave town, you don't have to say it. In fact, I met at least ten guys tonight who wanted to try their luck with me. To tell you the truth, I can't even go out of town. ”

"Haha, you're mistaken. Bill laughed and said in a low voice, "I just want to get a way to save my life, I believe you will have a way, Mr. Wheeler, in case someone from outside the city breaks in, I don't want to lose my life......"

Mark Wheeler was reserved for a moment: "How much can you give?"

"How much are you asking?" asked Bill.

Mark Wheeler stretched out a palm, which represented five thousand gold louis, and would never be five hundred gold louis.

Bill's face changed, and it looked like he was struggling to make a choice, which was not a small amount.

Mark Wheeler holds a wine glass and flirts with a couple of women who are flirting in the arms of other men, as if he doesn't care about Bill's presence.

He's done several of them tonight, and his clients include even the upper echelons of the Free Army, and the nouveau riche are stupid enough to hold on to their wallets up to this point.

"Well, Mr. Wheeler, that's the price. You know my nickname......"

"Killer Bill, hehe, Bill, you're threatening me, you know, in Daguerre, my reputation has always been very high, and I don't deceive you. Don't worry, I can do it. Mark Wheeler said.

"I'm curious, you collude with people outside the city, aren't you afraid that the people of the Free Army know?" Bill said, "They hanged at least twenty spies today. I can assure you that these twenty people died too unjustly. ”

"That's my business. Bill, you have to believe in the power of money, and if the power is not enough, it must be that the amount of money is not enough. Mark Wheeler gave him an unfathomable look, "I can't send you out, but there's definitely a way to keep you alive, and when the war is over, whoever wins, you'll be a rich man." Well, maybe you'll also need a piece of identification that can stand up to scrutiny, and this proof even includes your tax payment records for the past ten years in Daguerre, think about it. ”

"This 5,000 louis is almost killing me. Bill sighed, "I don't earn much by being a contractor and occasionally earning some other extra money." ”

Mark Wheeler simply didn't believe it. Bill laughed at himself at this time:

"I want proof of St. Noowe's identity, you know, almost everybody knows my face. I thought that if the Liberals were defeated, I would be able to get out with this certificate, and when I arrived at Saint-Nouvé, no one would know me. ”

"A thousand louis. A total of six thousand louis. Mark Wheeler said, "ID can be delivered to your room tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Deal!"

After taking a sip of wine, Bill added:

"I had my eye on a property and was very interested. You know, the cheapest thing right now is real estate, and I know that the title deeds there are in your hands. ”

"Looks like you're rich, and you have a crush on that piece of property?" asked Mark Wheeler.

"It's the warehouse area in the northwest corner. I think it can be renovated into shops and residences in the future. "Bill Road.

"Oh?" Mark Wheeler was a little surprised, he got it from the original owner, because the original owner was suspected of "trapping" the Free Army, and in order to save his life, the original owner gave it to him almost for nothing, and the formalities were complete.

Mark Wheeler had so many of them that he almost forgot about them, and he was worried about them because they couldn't be realized.

"There is no problem, as a businessman who values credibility, I declare in advance that it was requisitioned by the Free Army. God knows when it will be sent back to me. Mark Wheeler shrugged, "I have other properties on hand that you can consider." ”

"Requisitioned?" Bill's expression was surprised, "Although some people say it's an arsenal, I work on the city walls during the day, and I don't see anyone coming in or out, I thought it had been idle, that's why I came to you." ”

"I don't know very well, but there must be quite a few people there, because my men have to bring a lot of food every day, especially meat, at least a thousand people. Now that I'm surrounded, I can't get fresh, only dried meat. In extraordinary times, they don't seem to care about me about this. Mark Wheeler said.

Bill had just spied on it, and there were about three hundred people there, but he had to eat a thousand-man portion. Those people were not ordinary people, and he suddenly remembered some possibility.

"That's it. "I don't want to get myself in trouble." ”

"It's a pity!" Mark Wheeler shrugged idly.

Bill chatted with the broker for a few words, and was about to leave, but the broker whispered:

"From December 25th, every night from 10 to 12 o'clock you stay in your room and don't go anywhere, I will always give you accurate information. ”

"Why December 25?" Bill asked curiously.

The broker smiled mysteriously, and Bill immediately understood.

Walking out of the tavern, snowflakes have begun to fall in the night sky, and many people will probably freeze to death tonight.

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