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"Number of people." Gordon's expression was as usual, without a trace of ups and downs.

"Six, sixty more. Ah, it's sixty-seven...... Sixty-eight, it seems! Sinbad replied nervously, stammering a little.

"Take a deep breath, three times in a row, and then tell me where I am." Gordon continued, his indifferent tone tinged with an inexplicable contagion. Sinbad took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed down.

"To the northeast, it's about a thousand meters away from the casino. They walked through the alley, still approaching. Sinbad was engrossed, and the monocular kept following the crowd.

"Hey, isn't the great universe's first beautiful man a useless stand?" Laladin reached out and put his hand on Sinbad's back, and the mung bean's eyes jumped wildly.

In an instant, Sinbad's pupils revealed a strange spherical dial, with cross-shaped fluorescent lines dividing east, south, west, and north. In the center of the dial, the faintly shiny hands swing along the gaze, crossing the fine and precise scales.

"Two o'clock - two o'clock - two o'clock direction, forty-five degrees downward - two .thirteen minutes, forty-six degrees down......" Sinbad was like a divine help, quickly reciting the position of every movement of the crowd, with extreme precision.

Gordon glanced at Sinbad in surprise, and Laradin shook the gold arrogantly: "What else?" ”

"Who is the most beautiful in the universe? Latina is beautiful! Sinbad replied, and Lalatin smiled intoxicatedly, and the taro head was quite creative.

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8 den also saw the other party's position. It was a bunch of ruffians, swaggering, heading straight for the casino. Everyone was armed with machetes and hammers, reflecting a little cold light in the night, but Gordon couldn't see everyone's faces.

"Is the old man in there?" He asked.

"Not there." Sinbad shook her head.

"He's definitely around and finds him." Gordon saw the crowd rush over, kick open the casino door, and swarm in.

There was chaos in the casino, chickens and dogs jumping, customers fleeing in fear, tables and chairs knocking over, and dice and coins spilled everywhere.

"Which is freckles?" The leaders of the blacksmiths came out in a row, roaring loudly as they swung their hammers and smashed them into a stout pillar, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

"I am." The hoarse voice characteristic of the boy's voice change period came, and Freckles sat on the corner of the gaming table, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, his eyebrows slightly raised, and one hand casually tossed the bone dice.

His subordinates have long been scattered, and no one really wants to die for this big guy who has flown to the top.

The boss of the porter gang took a step forward and shouted menacingly: "Boy, do you understand the rules of the road? You are making it rain at the north gate, we can't control it. But if you put your hand on our territory, you're breaking the rules! ”

"Either apologize and make restitution; Either break your hands and get out of Crescent City! Another big man shouted, waving the thick iron chain in his hand with a "bang".

They were greeted by a mocking laugh from the teenager: "Rules? What a bunch of naïve idiots, who have lived a lot of their age to dogs. Freckles jumped off the table and shook his fist disdainfully, "Tonight Lao Tzu teaches you, the big fist is the rule!" ”

The leaders of several gangs didn't expect each other to be so rampant, but they were stunned on the spot. "Kill him!" A shout suddenly erupted from the crowd, and the crowd was suddenly surging, with short knives, scimitars, daggers, and iron rods...... Whirling and waving, like a roaring frenzy rolling towards freckles.

Freckles burst out, like a sharp blade splitting through the raging waves. The crowd was like a splashing wave, and they flew to both sides, and blood splattered everywhere.

Two short knives appeared in the palms of freckles, the knife light flashed and extinguished, the line was short, simply deadly, and never dragged mud and water. One by one, the ruffians wailed and died, the freckles were merciless, they were directly killed, and the short knives were interspersed with the crowd, like a broken bamboo, and they wiped their necks and hearts again and again.

Suddenly, a swirling cold light slashed from the left side with a fierce wind. The degree is fast, the momentum is fierce, and the cold murderous aura of the scimitar scatters makes people stiff physically and mentally.

"Dang!" The tip of the freckled knife was lightly raised, and the iron rod smashed in front of him was removed, and another short knife floated up with a mysterious trajectory, hitting the scimitar directly, not avoiding it.

A scorching glow of the sun flickered on the tip of the short knife, and the exchange of the two knives was silent, and the metal seemed to melt. The short knife cuts through the scimitar as if flying in the smooth air, and slashes at the opponent's head.

Fly to the sun! After hundreds of years, the amazing knife skills of the Qiya family have reappeared in the world for the first time.

The knife broke and blood splattered, and the horse thief fell.

The freckle short knife slashed back, and the person in front of him was killed instantly. He sprinted all the way, his blood burning in every vein in his body, like a crimson flame. No one can snatch the martial arts of the Qiya family, because there are no secrets in the first place, and there is no need to pass them on by word of mouth. All martial arts are inherited in the blood of the descendants, and as they grow older, they are awakening step by step.

"What kind of martial arts is he? What knife technique? In the attic, the black baboon looked grim.

Golden Fang was silent for a moment and said, "At least a silver-level martial art, or even higher." Looking at his shots, his killing methods are very professional, and he must have killed many people in the past. ”

"The source power level of this imp is black lead level, and the real combat power should be gray tin level. However, although his martial arts skills are wonderful, the experience of life and death fighting is still a little tender. If I could fight right away, I wouldn't have lost to him. The black baboon said coldly, "But how can a little imp with silver or gold-level martial arts look at the territory of a few small gangs?" You don't have to think about it, you know there's a problem. ”

Golden Tooth frowned: "This little ghost must have a background, that ghoul also has a background, they are a group of ten people." If they only want to sell stolen jewelry, there is no need to rob the gang turf. In other words, the identity of a jewelry broker is only one \u4

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Under the guise of e2a, they have another purpose. But why use the excuse of selling stolen jewelry? Their real intention is mostly to get in touch with the black market. But why get in touch with the black market? What exactly are they looking for? ”

Whatever he was looking for, he had already killed three of his brothers. The group of thugs huddled together in a chaotic manner, and without any cooperation, they got in the way of each other. If you don't make a move, the people you arrange will be killed. The black baboon reached out and grabbed the window edge, intending to climb out of the attic.

"His momentum is at its peak, there is no need to eat hard." Goldtooth stopped the black baboon, "Wait three minutes, let's do it together." ”

The sword light flies, shining like the scorching sun. Under the rush of source power, the two short knives of Freckles were like a pair of flame wings, moving and pounced, killing the ruffians screaming again and again, and they were unable to form an army. Several bigwigs of the Blacksmith Club looked sluggish, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a while.

Freckles also hides a lot of things at the bottom of the box, which is enough to protect themselves. Gordon withdrew his gaze and roamed the perimeter of the casino. The old man hasn't shown up until now, is tonight just a temptation?

"At nine o'clock, fifteen degrees up, there's movement there!" Sinbad shouted suddenly.

Fifteen degrees up? Gordon's heart sank, which meant that the other party's position was higher than his own. "Go on." Following Simba Da Ming's direction, Gordon moved his crossbow and put his finger on the trigger.

Sinbad then said, "It's an attic, and there seems to be someone in the window." There really are people! He rolled out the window and went up to the roof, there were two people! ”

"Directions." In the gray night, Gordon could vaguely see two swords of light moving quickly.

"At 9:15, 17 degrees upward! 9:20 direction! 9:25 direction! 9:30 direction! ”

With Sinbad's hurried shout, Gordon pulled the trigger and the arrow roared.