In an office, Spheis looked at the corpse at his feet, his whole face gloomy and terrifying.

Not only did he lose a temporary hiding place yesterday, but he was also killed by Epke, a very useful subordinate, and now another backbone of the organization had his throat cut by a dagger in full view.

"Damn it!"

Spheis pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray hard, and a trace of regret appeared on his gloomy face.

He really regrets it now!

Originally, he thought that this was an opportunity that he and for the 'Blood Ridge' that he couldn't miss, but who knew that it would develop like this.

The grand blueprint described by the other party has not yet been realized, and his right-hand man has been killed.

So......

Who will be next?

Such a question appeared in the bottom of Sphis's heart, and the boss of the 'Blood Ridge' fidgeted, he waved his hand and asked his men to carry the body down and dispose of it, and then, from the bottom drawer of his desk, took out a mobile phone.

This is left by the other party for him to communicate.

And, remind him not to hit him until he has to.

Undoubtedly, now is the perfect time.

Dialing the only unknown phone number on his phone, Spheis waited silently.

Then, a busy tone came from the earpiece.

The other party hung up on him.

Sphiss was stunned for a moment, and immediately dialed back again

This time it was even more crisp, and the voice prompted him that the other party had turned off the phone.

"Bastard!"

Sphes slammed his phone against the wall opposite.

Syllable!

The phone shattered, and Spheis began to gasp for air as he looked at the flying parts.

Spheis knew that he had been abandoned by the other party, or rather...... From the very beginning, the other party intended to do this: use him, abandon him, and use him to attract the attention of those around him.

Sphes, who was not stupid, woke up from his greed and immediately thought of the other party's intentions.

But, apparently, it's too late!

Spheis had even guessed what he was about to face.

Spheis doesn't plan to give up, though.

Born on the street, Sphes, who has an independent chassis, definitely does not lack due persistence, although for others, such persistence is a kind of bastard behavior, but every time Spheis relies on such persistence to get through the difficulties.

"This time, it's no exception!"

"I'm going to ......"

"You're Sphes?"

Sphes clenched his fist violently, and began to wonder how to 'fight back' in his heart, but before Sphes could think of anything, a sharp voice entered his ears.

"It's not!"

Without hesitation, Spheis denied it, and then, raising his hand, wiped the pistol from the drawer.

Click!

But the moment Sphes's fingers touched the handle of the gun, the bones in Sphes's palm burst like this.

Bang! Bang bang!

It's like a firecracker.

After a series of loud sounds, Sphes's right hand was completely shattered from the palm of his hand to his elbow.

"Ahhh

With a cry of pain, Spheis rolled out of his chair, blood spurting from his elbow, instantly staining the desk in front of Spheis.

A figure strode over to the blood-stained desk, sat down on it, and looked at Sphiss in a condescending manner.

"Are you Sphes?"

The other party asked again.

"Yes, yes."

"Help me!"

Sphes didn't deny it this time.

The pain, the large amount of blood that flowed, was enough for Spheis to make the right choice, and with Sphes's answer, the blood spurting from his elbow suddenly decreased, and the pain dissipated.

Only then did he see the person in front of him clearly.

The black cloak, stained with his blood, and the miserable white skull mask reflected in the sunlight, made people feel a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

"'Cracked bones'!"

The incomparably familiar outfit made Sphes exclaim in fear.

"Glad you met me."

"Trust me, it's going to help us have the rest of our conversation."

"Where's the 'Hell's Sigh'?"

'Cracked Bone' asked with a smile.

The laughter was both sharp and high-pitched, as if it were a claw that had slashed hard across the blackboard, making Sphis's scalp tingle.

"I'm just a poor guy being taken advantage of."

"I don't know...... Ahh ”

Before Spheis's words were finished, his left hand burst open like his previous right hand.

"I don't want to hear that, you know!"

"Of course you're a pawn, and I'm asking the man behind you - who is he?"

'Cracked Bone' asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know!"

"He has been masked, and I have sent someone to follow him, but every time the person who follows him will go and never return, and the warning of the other party after that also made me choose to give up completely."

"After all, I'm just an ordinary person, and he's a transcendent!"

"Every time we meet, he takes the initiative to look for me, not me to go to him, except for leaving me a mobile phone for emergency contact, there is nothing!"

"I swear!"

"What I said is true!"

Spheis, who had lost his hands, was half-lying there, like a fish thrown ashore, trying to struggle, but unable to struggle, looking very pitiful.

If it were someone else, Celes would surely feel sympathy in the face of this.

But 'cracked bones' won't.

As a notorious super-criminal in Eikande, Fractured Bones is best known for torturing others.

Therefore, as soon as Sphes's words fell, the bones of Sphes's feet also burst open.

Bang!

Bang!

After two muffled sounds, there was another scream from Sphes.

This kind of sound is definitely not pleasant, but 'Cracked Bone' is like listening to a concert, not only indulging in it, but also dancing.

After a full ten seconds, when Sphes's screams were hoarse, 'Cracked Bone' stopped.

"Where's the phone he left you?"

'Cracked Bone' continued.

"Right there!"

Sphes said weakly.

As soon as he turned his head, 'Cracked Bone' saw the broken mobile phone.

His gaze swept over the parts, and Broken Bones snorted coldly.

"Useless waste."

Bang!

Along with this comment, there was another muffled sound of explosion.

This time, though, it wasn't the limbs, but the head of Spheis.

Brains splashed everywhere.

'Split Bone' didn't mean to dodge at all, and let the brains splash all over.

Through his clothes and mask, feeling the slight temperature, 'Cracked Bone' hummed a little song quite enjoyingly, and walked towards the mobile phone parts.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it can't be repaired.

But just as Crackbones was about to bend over, suddenly, Crackbones rolled to the side.

A bullet almost grazed the 'cracked bones' and burrowed into the wall.

A man holding a pistol, carrying a double-barreled shotgun and a large felt hat obscuring his face, stepped out of the shadows.

"'Hunter'?"

"You're going to intervene too?!"

'Cracked Bone' stared at the comer.

They are super criminals in the same city, and the two sides have seen and even fought each other, so 'Broken Bone' is very aware of the difficulties of the other party.

"It's not just me, but the 'Iron-beaked' bastard is here too."

"I don't want to fight that bastard, so can you give me those parts?"

The 'Hunter' shook the pistol in his hand, and his tone was very frivolous, but 'Broken Bone' sank.

The other party didn't want to meet the 'iron-billed crocodile', and he didn't want to either.

In fact, there are not many people in Eikander who want to fight the 'Iron Mouth Crocodile', the original wrestler and now the super criminal.

This is true for both the righteous superheroes and the reckless supercriminals.

It's really too difficult for the other party.

In the opponent's first robbery, in order to block the pursuers, the 'iron-billed crocodile' flew a 3-ton truck, and then swaggered away.

Countless people remember that scene clearly.

Ordinary people were shocked when they saw the truck that was being lifted off, and the transcendents were similar.

You know, the 'Ironbill Alligator' is not best at lifting trucks, but ...... Wrestling.

This strength, combined with wrestling skills, made 'Iron Mouth Crocodile' considered the most dominant super-criminal in Eikander after 'Death Knell', 'Mr. Evil Dead' and 'Bitter Dragon' after that robbery.

"Let it be given to you?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

'Cracked Bone' sneered.

"Of course!"

"I think that's the truth!"

'The Hunter' removed the double-barreled shotgun from his back.

Fighting between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out.

And at this time, a burst of undisguised footsteps suddenly came.

Tread, stomp.

Footsteps are coming towards the office.

If you don't stay, push the door and enter.

'Crack' and 'Hunter' looked at the door with a nonchalant gaze.

In the hearts of the two, the person who pushed the door in was a dead man!

As super criminals, the two of them don't have the so-called worry of hurting the innocent.

However, when the two of them saw the figure in the crow's feather cloak, they couldn't help but suffocate their breath.

Because......

In the hands of the other party, he carried a crocodile head.