The crowd was so noisy, spreading from the entire ancient battlefield, people holding weapons high, under the leadership of the ancient battlefield slums and old Jack, like an army to the immortal city, to help their "savior" Max complete the great cause of overthrowing old Joe and saving Celia.

The crowd gradually left, leaving only the smiling merchant and the tall Hammer Valley leader "Father Sword" Alexander Anderson standing silently on the side.

The two men stood so close together, so intimate—even though Father Anderson's sword had reached the neck of the wandering merchant's jaws stacked in a deadly chill.

Camille is not afraid of the threat of death, after all, he is also a man with the name of "Coffin Knight". Only, he looked at the priest's face mixed with anger and confusion behind his broken glasses, and politely put away his businessman's smile.

"Do you want to know who I am?" When he spoke again, the stupid voice that had just been spoken as if he had choked was completely gone. Instead, there is an extremely clear, infectious and relatable male voice.

The priest's sword had already pierced into the fat of Camille's neck, but neither seemed to care too much about that.

"I know who you are, but, I now wonder when you became this person!"

"Smack-smack-" The fat man clapped his hands exaggeratedly, ignoring his bloody neck, as if to cheer for someone.

"Hah. Ha. Hahaha! He smiled to himself, and when he had laughed enough, he glared at the eyes hidden under them with a gaze that could almost penetrate the human psyche.

"He really deserves to be the strongest traitor in the Holy See, and he can't hide anything from you. But, Father, now we are all on the same page. ”

The priest just tilted his head, not wanting to answer any questions, and motioned for him to continue, not letting go of his weapon in the slightest.

"To put it simply, in your situation, as long as you use your real skills, you may be caught by Lao Qiao and sold to the Holy See. And you, obviously, can't beat that guy with a respirator. ”

"You and my opponent have been elites other than him from the beginning, and Miscellaneous Fish, I gave this slum man a weapon, and I also instructed Jack to take someone to the bullet farm to get the guns in stock first."

"What? Those guns," the priest remembered, when the people from the slums arrived here just now, they did find that almost every local person who had gathered in the ancient battlefield had a weapon in their hands. At that time, I didn't think much about who this fat man was, but now that I think about it, the priest's head began to sweat.

What kind of people are capable of arming a slum of 5,000 people? And these weapons were still transported here under the high-pressure rule of Old Joe, hidden for so long, waiting for this opportunity!

"There's a lot of resentment against Old Joe in the Immortal City, and I guess he's going to be playing a bitter trick right now, throwing all the dirty water on our Max. But it doesn't matter, as long as the people from the bullet farm arrive, everything will make sense, and as for the citizens who are armed, they are our weapons against Old Joe's war boys. ”

Reaching out to help the priest, who was a head taller than him, wipe away the beads of sweat that crackled from his face, and at this time, the wandering merchant's face was already a mocking smile of prey. Gently shaking off the sword, which was no longer so tight, Camila began to prepare for his final blow.

"So, Bishop Alexander, of the Pure Sect, it's time to say goodbye to the days of fear. Now that your son is dead, Max is your benefactor according to your wishes, and even if it's to say goodbye to our sad past, we should overthrow this demon together, shouldn't we? ”

Father Alexander clenched his two rows of teeth, which had been smoked all year round, to control his judgment from sinking into the grief of losing his son and the pleasure of revenge. Camille, on the other hand, was a good businessman and conspirator, and he knew very well that at this time, all persuasion would only be counterproductive.

A long time passed, when the last shimmer of the distant noise had drifted away in the wind, and Camille began to become impatient, the priest spoke

"One condition!"

"Say, as long as you don't tell me to get out of here now, it's fine."

"You, when it's all over, go back to your vulture city immediately, and don't interfere in the affairs here!"

The smile on the fat man's face suddenly froze, he didn't expect that this traitor of the Holy See could be so sober when he had just lost his son, and he guessed his identity at once, but he still pretended to be calm, and just said with a smile

"Yes"

"There's one more thing—" The priest bowed his waist, shrunk behind the two swords, and rushed directly towards Camille, who had slipped to the edge of the ancient battlefield

"I have to see if you have the ability to negotiate terms with me!"

The speed of the dive was so fast that ordinary people could only see a black shadow and the cold light reflected by the blades on both sides!

"Touching ——!"

The forward figure suddenly stopped, and a bloody hole appeared in the priest's eyebrows, and a large amount of blood poured out of the hole, flowing through the shocked eyes under the glasses.

As the priest's body fell to the ground with the inertia of rushing forward, Camille slowly put away the bright silver pistol in his hand, and approached the priest's dead body step by step, as if he was still talking to him, and answered the priest's question with a smile.

"What do you think? Father Alexander Anderson? ”

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When there was a riot in the Immortal City, Chag, who was already in turmoil and felt abandoned and used by others, was even more irritable at this time.

The enemy has begun to rush here, but who are their enemies? His friend was killed by his own boss, and his own boss now wants to kill him, and the Sigma man who is rushing in will never let him go after being shot by himself.

In the chaos, coupled with Celia's crying, the shouting outside, and the noise of the war boy actively preparing for the battle up and down the metal steps, Chag's originally sane heart became more and more chaotic, and he figured it out in an instant, when the noise outside suddenly stopped.

Or rather, he's completely insane.

Chag finally understood that no one in this world was a friend, and everyone who could breathe was his own enemy, just like the tall war madman he had told him when he met Karn the Betrayer when he was very young.

"Child, everyone is your enemy, and it is not their blood that waters the earth, but only your blood."

Chag began to wipe down his beloved gun, the Fire Dragon, and everything seemed so normal.

Until Old Joe suddenly pushed the door and walked in, he was originally here to take Celia away, and he found an unexpected figure.

The gray eyebrows were furrowed, and Old Joe was already angry at this time, Chag had followed him since ten years ago, and had never been so openly disobedient. Walking closer in two steps, Old Joe wanted to reprimand a few words, and then hurriedly asked him to make his own car and go back quickly.

"Chag, we're running out of time, what are you rubbing?!"

Surprisingly, this loyal, eternally well-mannered "fighting dog" was not afraid and did not immediately carry out his orders.

Chag turned around slowly, gun in hand, and a strange face

"yes, what am I rubbing?"

"You shit, aren't-"

"Touching ——!"

A deafening gunshot rang out throughout the room, and Celia was so frightened that she suddenly stopped crying, and the prophet who was squatting on the ground to coax the child jumped up directly, looking at everything in front of her in amazement.

"Click-"

Lao Qiao's chest was bounced open by a 57mm sniper rifle A huge hole, the whole person fell to the ground weakly, and an unspoken rebuke turned out to be the last sentence.

In the room, all that was left was Chag's crazy whisper.

"yes, Dad, what is all this for?"