Moria stared at the female prisoner like a hungry brown bear, his eyes like knives cutting out the flesh and bones of the latter, and his huge body more than two meters tall was like a moving mountain of meat, and he stood up, shrouding the emotionally broken female prisoner in the shadows.

Moria didn't shoot immediately, he was enjoying the horror of his prey before it died.

"Maggots at the bottom, go die!"

"Bang!"

The gunshots once again drew the crowd to the revelry, but this time without the after-killing revelry, they began to scream and flee after two seconds of stagnation, broken glasses and food and wine scattered all over the floor, and heels and batons littered everywhere like garbage.

As Moria fired, the glass of the ball hall was pierced by a high-speed spinning bullet that swept over the crowd and hit Moria's temple.

Moria and the female prisoner fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

On a high-walled platform near the sea in The Hague Prison, where the broken waves were carried up by the night wind, a figure in a black coat was aiming a dark gray sniper rifle at the carnival ball on the top floor of The Hague Prison, and through the binoculars on the sniper rifle, he saw the crowd scattered.

"Waste of bullets. The dark shadow's tone was slightly displeased, and behind him lay a prison guard quietly, but by this time it was already a cold corpse.

"It was originally reserved for vampires. The shadow tugged on the bolt, and a silver-plated shell fell to the ground.

An hour earlier, the prison guards who had come to change the guard were dozing off, but they were stabbed in the throat from behind, and his assassin had climbed up from the dark waves under the sea, and the high-strength climbing rope was still firmly nailed to the wall.

"Woo woo woo~"

In a short time, the police sirens sounded loudly in The Hague Prison, several bright searchlights swept through every corner of the prison where the assassins might be hidden, and hundreds of disheveled prison guards began to gather in the prison grounds.

"The third squad Luo Er has completed the sniper mission, and quickly sent someone to pick me up, I haven't eaten dinner yet, hurry up." Rohr pulled a small communicator out of his coat pocket and put it on his ear.

"Brother Rol, don't worry, the ship that will pick you up will be there soon. A somewhat innocent voice came from the communicator.

"Arnold, you're not going to send another small wooden boat, are you?" said Rohr, grimacing.

"Well, there's no way, the funds are limited, so let's use it. ”

"I'd love to slap your fat ass twice," Rohr spat out, "whatever, let them hurry, my magazine is full of silver bullets for vampires, and I don't want to waste them on these miscellaneous pieces." ”

"Well, Brother Rol, they'll be there soon. ”

"Arnold, isn't the boss?" Rohr coughed dryly.

"Ahh ”

"What's the matter! Who's it this time!" Rohr realized that his voice was a little louder, and he quickly lowered his voice, "Why does she go out on dates every day? She doesn't know about me..."

"Know what about you?" said an extremely seductive voice on the other end of the communicator.

"Old... Boss, you... You're not..."Luo Er stammered for a while, and his face turned red all of a sudden, "Arnold, you dare to lie to Lao Tzu, you are waiting for me to go back!"

"Okay, Rohr, don't mess with Arnold, leave as soon as you finish the mission, everyone is waiting for you. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Brother Rol, get out of there, the ship that picks you up has arrived!" reminded Arnold's voice on the communicator.

"Roger!"

Rohr picked up the suitcase beside him, and he had skillfully disassembled the sniper rifle and stored it in the suitcase during the call.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded from the staircase on the side, and the light of two or three flashlights flickered in the dark passage and rushed towards the city walls.

Rohr's palm swiped in front of him, and a crow mask appeared out of thin air on his face.

"Look! he's there!" the guards spotted Rohr as he was leaving, and pointed their arquebuses at him.

"Goodbye!"

Rohr smiled and gave a playful military salute, then fell straight backwards, the wind whistling in his ears, and in an instant the tiny figure was swallowed up by the dark waves.

The rapidly descending Rohr watched with great interest the guards who were shooting down indiscriminately at the top of the wall, and then he pulled a short rope around his waist, and the next moment, Rohr's coat suddenly stretched out like a crow's feather, and the wide "back wings" carried him towards the sea.

The angry prison guard at the head of the wall slammed the arquebus to the ground.

"Look what this thing is!" a skinny prison guard spotted a glittering gold dot next to the corpse.

Another fat prison guard pushed away the thin prison guard in front of him, "Get up, let Lao Tzu take a look!"

"It's a gilded feather, look at this golden thread, I'll go, I'll get rich!" The fat guard's face was covered with fat oil.

"Hey, big brother is not right, why is there a red dot here?" a short prison guard scratched his bald head in confusion.

"It's... It's a bomb!"

Before the fat jailer could make a frightened expression, the gunpowder of the bomb was already roaring out.

"Bang!"

The fire flickered, and a crow feather wrapped in gold thread slowly fell next to the three charred corpses.

A masterpiece of art, a directional blast that extended directly downwards and blasted through the walls of the sea rock prison beneath the walls, a vicious eye in the haystack of the prison stared at the long-lost moonlight.

In the darkness, a wisp of white smoke came out of the fanged mouth.

The night of Xinlan City is still so charming and still depraved, and the colorful streets and pedestrians who shuttle back and forth make the city's nightlife colorful.

The Crusader headquarters next to the Imperial Palace was heavily defended and disciplined, and outside the office of the Sergeant Major, which was rarely visited in normal times, two groups of heavily armed Crusaders fought to flank the high wall, the smooth rock cuts reflected the clear light of the moon, and the cold light poured the two teams of soldiers into two cold and glittering war spears.

Two people are talking secretly in the office, and the soldiers are tasked with preventing someone from stealing information.

"Sergeant Major Nize, Moria's prison in The Hague has also been smashed and there has been a riot among the prisoners," a middle-aged man in Crusader armor reported with a gloomy gaze, "There are currently three of the five 'executioners' left. ”

A young man with green hair was waiting to water a dead vine in the room, he looked no more than thirty years old, and the Crusader badge of honor was embedded in his uniform.

"It's been a long time since Moria paid taxes to the high-ranking people of the Imperial Capital," Niz carried the kettle, and a tiny jet of water gurgled out, "I thought that insatiable guy had been assassinated by the higher-ups a long time ago, but I didn't expect him to live until now, it's really cheap for him." ”

"My lord, how can you say that Moria is also on our side, is it a provocation to us that he was assassinated like this without explanation?"

"It's not a provocation, it's just a show by a group of clowns. Nizwan smiled, not seeming to care.

"My lord, Ilagua and Moria have been killed one after another, I'm afraid the next one..."

"I'm afraid you'll be next," Nyze slowly raised his head to look at the middle-aged man, and there was no trace of mood swings in his eyes, "Mr. Cook, the warden of the Sea Boundary Prison. ”

"Your Excellency, you—" Nyze's words made Cook look horrified.

"How do I know, right?" Nyze laughed twice, "because the other two wardens except you are hiding in the shadows, a place that can never be discovered by the world, and you, Mr. Cook, are different. ”

Nyze finished watering the vine and continued to water a dry rose, "I heard that Mr. Cook has been trading with a certain big man in the royal family recently, and those biological specimens have brought you a lot of profit, right?"

"Lord Nyx, I have no choice but to do so. "You can go limp to the ground, and strings of cold sweat run from your neck to your back.

"Honorable 'executioner' can't just kneel," Nyze's eyes flashed coldly, "even to his master. ”

"Lord Nix, Lord Nix, I really don't want to be controlled by those imperial forces, but I can't help it, there are some things I really can't tell you, and if I don't do that against your will, I will be executed, but if I don't compromise with them, it will be my family and all my men who will die. ”

"Cook, I think you don't seem to have any family, and the only thing that can compromise you is death is countless gold coins. Nyze's gaze locked on Cook, and the dead vine he had just watered suddenly emerged from the pot and wrapped itself around Cook's neck like a python, its sharp stinger piercing into his flesh.

"It's not a good thing to lie, and it's a continuous lie. ”

"Your Excellency... Spare me... Please... For the sake of the old days, I... I've done so much for you..."Cook struggled, his face flushed with bloodshot and his eyes bulging.

Nyze took two random steps, and the vine let go of Cook as if sensing his words, but it was still staring at the man who was breathing on the ground.

"This is my last mercy to you. "The withered plants that Nyz had watered revived and grew rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the rose had grown as tall as a man.

"Their assassin was a raven. Nitsu said slowly.

"Crossing... Raven. Cook's neck was almost covered with vine stingers, and the deep numbness caused him to lose sensation in his neck.

"From now on, your life is in your own hands, the upper echelons of the empire have entrusted me with full authority to investigate this matter, and I am more anxious than those old guys, after all, you people are their money bags. ”

"Master Nyx, what do I need to do, I listen to you!" Cook had already thought of the worst outcome, after all, being targeted by a killer organization of that kind of strength was not something to brag about, but fortunately, there were still some imperial forces to support themselves, but this kind of relationship based on interests was sometimes the most unreliable.

"Just keep doing what you're supposed to do, and I've got a plan in mind for those who fight against ravens. ”

Nyze looked meaningfully at the two portraits hanging on the wall behind him, and his gaze grew cold.

The crescent moon hung high above two portraits, one of which was of the previous crusader major and the other of Nitsu himself, and strangely the two looked similar.