Chapter Seventy-One: Response
In the rapid fall, Qin Ran did not have any panic, he secretly observed the large marsh, and wiped the ring made of bronze and inlaid with feathers with his index finger.
[Levitation Ring]!
Immediately, an invisible force held Qin Ran and slowly fell.
However, the onmarsh on the side was in the same state of falling, and it was not until it was about to make contact with the ground that it slammed down, and then the whole person stood firmly on the ground.
However, Onuma's face was extremely ugly at the moment.
"Someone broke into here without my knowledge."
"2567, we need to divide our troops into two ways now!"
"I'll rely on mystics to find enemies hidden in the city, and you go straight to the City Lord's Mansion."
"Wait for me in an hour, I'll be there in an hour at most to join you!"
Onuma said, and the whole person flew towards the city like an arrow from a string.
In a breath, Onuma's figure vanished.
Qin Ran looked at the direction in which the other party had disappeared, and his slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a fine light.
Too much!
There are too many flaws!
But......
Qin Ran smelled the smell of huge gains.
Call!
He took a deep breath and began to slowly approach the walls of the city in the distance along the base of the wall in a very cautious manner.
After passing through a shadow, Qin Ran's posture remained unchanged, but inexplicably, there was a little more arrogance on his face.
At the same time, in a corner of Yancheng, the sleepy 'lazy' forced him to open his eyes.
"It's a nuisance."
He muttered under his breath, but he was not slow.
According to the position given by Qin Ran, he walked there quickly.
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"Idiot!"
Carey scolded Clay in a low voice.
Even if the guy in front of him is his only partner at the moment, or the partner he has to rely on, it doesn't stop Carey's anger at this moment.
How stupid do you have to be to be so stupid that someone will talk about it in three or two clicks!
"I'm sorry, Carry."
"I ......"
Clay tried to explain something, but his mouth was wide open and he couldn't say anything.
The words of apology pale in comparison at this time.
And he couldn't think of anything to save the day.
I could only look at Carey dumbfounded.
"I know, you want to say that Ford is our original boss, he knows everything about you, and he knows your habits, but I don't ask you too much, you can stay silent, finish what I told you, and return here!"
"And you?"
"It's not even as good as a child!"
"You know, even a child will understand that it is right to keep your candy well, rather than giving the candy in your hand to others!"
Carey gritted his teeth, and the voice squeezed out between his teeth.
At this moment, Carey really wanted to pick up the gun and cut a hole in Clay's skull.
Eventually, however, he began to pack his backpack.
"Carey, you?"
"Run!"
"At this time, we have no way to recover, we can only run away!"
"Also, I won't be with you!"
"Because if I'm with you, I'm worried that I'll be ...... when I go out"
Knock, knock!
A knock on the door interrupted Carey's words.
Subconsciously, Carey pulled out his pistol.
"Who?"
Carey asked in a low voice.
"Open the door, it's me."
Ford's voice came from outside the door.
This familiar voice, Carey thought he could not mishear, almost instinctively, and Carey glared angrily at Clay.
He thinks that Clay is a fool who has told them where they are hiding.
Clay immediately waved his hand, signaling his innocence.
What he got was Carey's glare.
Then, Carey walked to the door.
At this time, it is obviously irretrievable.
Carey didn't think about running away anymore.
He knew Ford's habits well, and he knew that his hiding place at the moment must be surrounded by a heavy siege, and he and Clay alone would not be able to escape.
But......
It's not without chance!
Carey held the gun in one hand against the door panel, and opened the door with the other, the safety line in front of Carey's eyes, but it did not prevent him from seeing Ford's face clearly.
Only one person?
Carey looked at Ford, who was standing alone outside the door, and was stunned.
The scene in front of him was a little different from Carey's prediction.
He had the impression that Ford would show up with a large group of people at such times, not only so that the opponent would not have any power to resist, but also to show off his strength to others.
Especially after taking those secret medicines again, Ford is eager to show his martial arts at all times.
"Get the gun out of the way."
The tall and muscular Ford looked at the stunned Carey, and then looked at the door panel.
It's not an extraordinary intuition, it's just a habit that he has developed over the years, and he instinctively feels that Carey's posture of opening the door is a little weird.
That didn't make Ford angry, though.
He knew exactly what he was here for.
Not himself.
It's the Lord.
Hearing Ford's words, Carey subconsciously removed the muzzle behind the door and took down the safety cable, and when Ford walked into the room, Carey came back to his senses.
What just happened?
Why should I listen to him?
Again, Carey raised his pistol at Ford.
"Is that also the benefit of that potion to you?"
Carey sneered.
Then, he kept glancing at Clay.
By this time, Carey finally understood why Clay was so easy to do, and the other party borrowed a power that did not belong to ordinary people.
But for such power, Carey is not envious at all.
He knew very well what it would take to gain such power.
His boss said it clearly.
"Hmm."
"Put the gun down, I don't have any hostility, and if I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't take that much effort."
"Also, we're in the same boat."
Ford sat down on the couch and said with a calm face.
"A boat of people?"
Carey sneered again.
He didn't believe Ford's words at all.
"That's right, judging from the current situation, we are all in the service of that adult."
"That Lord is what you know to be Ethan."
"Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, he has another name—"
"'Dead Birds'!"
Ford explained.
"No kidding!"
"Are you fooling me?"
Carey yelled.
On more than one occasion, he had fantasized that the rumor was true, and that Boss Ethan was the 'Death Bird'.
But when someone really told him, Carey's reaction was not to believe it at all.
At this time, the knock on the door rang again.
Knock, knock.
The rhythmic knocking on the door was mixed with constant complaints.
"It's a nuisance."
"Why would you want me to do such a troublesome thing?"
"Shouldn't I sleep well?"
"Rest is the right way."
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