This is a man in his prime, in his thirties, with romantic curly hair, a woolen coat, a dense beard, and deep eyes.

Taking advantage of the brief silence in the hall, he glanced around coldly, swept over the awe-inspiring faces of the crowd in turn, and then Nunu mouthed, signaling the soldiers to put down their guns, not to hurt these rich merchants who helped Venice prosper, not to mention that there were several big people among them, who could not be provoked.

The mayor of Venice, who is also the commander of the army, as long as the people above do not come, the whole of Venice is his territory, and he can collect money to his heart's content.

As an important commercial town, Venice can be said to be inexhaustible, in the past few years of his reign, he spent a lot of money to build his own fleet and army, so that even if someone above wants to get him down, he has to weigh it carefully.

The mayor of the town, in Venice, covers the sky with one hand.

The businessmen all got up to greet him, of course, the exceptions of those bigwigs, they were still sitting quietly rubbing agate, their faces did not change a little, and their cold expressions were not only disdainful of the mayor, but also disappointed in the exchange, they didn't find real treasures for several days, and a few carts of gold coins could only rot in their hands?

The exchange boss, Mark, saw that his territory was suddenly broken into by the mayor of the town, and he was immediately unhappy, his eyebrows were twisted, he stood on the stage in front of the public, and said sharply: "May I ask our mayor, what are you doing here?"

The mayor raised his eyes to look at the past, and his eyes were full of majesty, but there was a hint of hatred.

"Marc, never give face to Lao Tzu. He thought so, and his fingers moved and clenched.

No matter how much resentment he has in his heart, he must hold back, because Marc has a tough backstage, and even the duke of Rome has personally received it.

Just like that, after a moment of confrontation, he took a deep breath, squeezed out an ugly smile, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Marc, I received information"

When it came to the words on his lips, he was forcibly snatched by an excited voice.

"Nephew!"

The old man at the ferryman grinned against the doorframe, and rubbed his aching buttocks with his other hand, which had been thrown to the ground by Ares.

This sudden episode almost made the mayor vomit blood in anger, his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, glared at the merchants who pursed his lips and snickered, glanced back at the old man, and said coldly: "What do you call me?"

"Nephew nephew, hey, it's just a big one, don't worry, who doesn't know that your second brother is not promising, you are the most mixed in our family"

"Shut up!" the mayor shouted, hysterical.

This uncle, who is known as a scoundrel, has left him with no face in front of all the merchants of the exchange, as well as Marke!

The old man had never seen him so angry, froze, noticed the snickering merchants, finally understood something, grinned awkwardly, and hung his head silently.

The atmosphere eased for a while, the mayor took a deep breath, looked at his pitiful appearance, sighed, and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Saying this does not mean that he does not blame the old man, but because he is used to showing his "excellent" qualities in front of everyone, and filial piety is naturally indispensable.

The old man sniffed his nose, raised his head timidly, and stopped talking.

"Say, I'll try to help you. ”

"Someone bullied me just now. The old man's voice was quieter than that of a mosquito, and he pinched the corners of his clothes worriedly, and he felt ashamed.

However, the sound was still heard by the merchants, causing bursts of laughter.

The laughter came to an abrupt end under the mayor's glare.

"What's going on?" Mayor Tie grimaced, his fingers pressing the saber at his waist.

"A gang just grabbed my boat and forced it across the river. The old man lowered his head and snorted, in this atmosphere, he couldn't be arrogant, there were too many bigwigs here, and even his nephew had to restrain his majesty.

"That's it?" the mayor forced his anger, he really didn't have a temper with him.

"Hmm"

"You go back first, I'll visit you another day. "The mayor of the town will not be stupid enough to help him save his dignity, that will not only discredit his reputation, but more importantly, he thinks that businessmen who dare not to give themselves face definitely have a big background, so it is better not to mess with them.

The old man smiled embarrassedly, hung his head and left, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

", you daredevil!" he slapped himself as he walked down the street, regretting it

Inside the exchange, the mayor seemed to feel extremely ashamed, his face had not fully recovered, he took a breath, reasoned his thoughts, looked at the contemptuous Marker on the stage, and continued the previous topic.

"Mr. Mark, I have received a report that there is a dangerous person hiding in your exchange. ”

"Who, your uncle?" said Marke, sneering, causing the merchants to laugh heartily, this time it was useless for the mayor to stare at him, for Malk was much stronger than him.

Mayor Marew gritted his teeth in hatred and looked at Marker with a burning gaze and a word beating in his mouth.

"Brad. ”

For a moment, there was silence.

This name made the businessmen who were dancing half a second ago stunned, and almost at the same time, their eyes showed deep fear, and some of them shivered. Even the big guys who were not shocked everywhere had a trace of panic in their eyes, rubbed their hands on the agate ball, and stopped.

Brad, which means blood in English, his full name is Brad Thomson, who was originally an English nobleman and later became a killer who roamed Europe, proficient in guns, bows and arrows and other assassination methods.

Unlike Grant, who was known as a ranger in Western Europe, Brad did not steal, but only killed, which he enshrined as a professional belief.

In his mind, killing people is sacred, just helping God get rid of the damned.

Grant is wanted by the rich and praised by the common people.

And Brad, rich or poor, doesn't feel good when he hears the name, unless it's some second-rate killer who worships him as a godfather.

Grant's bounty is about 20,000 silver coins on average, and some of the big guys who have suffered greatly, such as Alonso of Barcelona, can give up to 50,000.

Brad, half a million.

In the past few years, Brad has killed two archdukes, six dukes, and countless nobles below the marquis.

The terrible thing is that no one can find out his traces, and once he kills someone, he will disappear from people's sight as quickly as possible, and he will not appear until the next killing.

At this time, he was by the window on the second floor of the exchange, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement downstairs, his face expressionless, and he was holding a bag of explosives in his hand.

[I didn't change it later.,Staying up late really hurts my body (;′⌒')Please allow me to sleep well.,Adjust the biological clock that has been disordered.,Continue to five more tomorrow.,Try to write during the day and change at a fixed time.,That not only is the idea clear.,It won't make it too hard for you to wait for the update.,hehe.。

Rest early, everyone, good night~] (To be continued.) )