"Oops!"

"Morey, you bastard!"

"You wait, I'm going to ...... Hmmm......"

Myron only felt that his right waist was hit hard by a hard object, and the sharp pain hit him, and his eyes were suddenly black.

A figure slowly appeared in the shadow behind Myron, and Balta put the sheathed dagger into his sleeve and said coldly: "Hehe, if it weren't for the young master not letting me kill you, hum!" ”

Morey glanced back at Darren, who had a look on his face, and nodded approvingly at Balta.

The reason why he acted so tough this time was not only to avenge the two soldiers of the Far Eastern Army who died tragically, but also to set an example for the chickens and monkeys.

Morey did not have the time and energy to announce the inviolability of the Far Eastern Army to those aristocratic lords and "energetic" people in society, so he could only use such drastic means to declare to the Far East: Don't mess with my people, otherwise Lao Tzu will slap you in the face!

As for public opinion or something, Morey scoffed even more.

Talk about a united front with these nobles who eat people and don't spit out bones? Talking about benefits?

It is possible to talk about self-heating, but after this lengthy negotiation, not to mention whether the position of temporary commander-in-chief of the Far East Army can be kept, I am afraid that even Red Leaf City will have to spit out a lot of benefits in order to obtain this Far Eastern "public opinion".

So Morey chose a different way.

Since the negotiation is so troublesome, then I will fight until you are satisfied, although I can't ask you all to vote for me, but I will remember those who don't vote for approval and don't have the same heart with me, as for what the consequences are, look at the fate of this Myron City Lord, you should understand.

Slum.

"Hmph, those who are soldiers are so unaware of the height of the sky! Don't you know that in Sagang City, this is our world?! ”

"Hehe, it's said that Baron Morey's head is worth a lot of money! Boss, are we going to do his vote! ”

The Far Eastern Army's strong entry into the black market has caused a backlash from many underground organizations.

Although they were not the murderers of the two Far Eastern Army soldiers, Morey's tough style also aroused their disgust, so they unanimously wanted to give this Lord Morey a dismount.

"See? Call me as soon as they come in! ”

"Boss, how did we beat them up with such a small number of people?"

"Idiot, who told you to resist? You can't fight it, just change places! ”

"Hey, hey, boss, I see!"

Similar rhetoric resounded in every dark or bright room in the ghetto.

These black marketeers, who had gathered a gang of ruffians, scoundrels, and murderers, naturally did not think that they could really repel the attack of 20,000 men with their own men.

They were just hoping to inflict a little damage on this elite force.

Now the fame of the Far Eastern Army has been resounded by three points after that invasion that hit the Dongwei people.

If he can deal with this kind of army now, it will be quite a long-faced thing in the underground world, and it will be of considerable benefit to the improvement of his own power. And then count Darren, who was just swept away by Morey. Griffiths, it's a good thing for them to kill two birds with one stone, and it's no wonder they're so enthusiastic.

Hearing the boss say this, his subordinates immediately calmed down.

Knowing that they were just doing some harassing work, and that they could even get a lot of bonuses if they were shot, the enthusiasm of these guys was aroused.

The dilapidated ghetto, infected by the greedy and bloodthirsty aura of these outlaws, seemed to transform into a huge black beast, opening its jaws and waiting for its prey to come to the door.

Johnson, who is most sensitive to all kinds of breaths on the battlefield, quickly noticed this change.

But he did not stop the entry of the army, did not even do defense, but quietly ordered a few officers as previously discussed with Morey.

After hearing this, these officers' eyes lit up, and they immediately nodded heavily, and went down to make arrangements.

In a dilapidated attic, a bearded man observed the approaching Far Eastern Army through the cracks in the broken wood, and turned back and said, "Hey, second. Wait, it's up to you whether we can eat meat or not! ”

"Don't worry, boss! My name 'Magic Arrow' is not for nothing! A man with a somewhat thin body said suspiciously.

Despite this, his arm holding the elven longbow did not tremble in the slightest, and a [rapid arrow] was resting on the open bowstring, and at the first order of its owner, it would shoot into the eye socket of a soldier of the Far Eastern Army.

This is also his cleverness, those who can become officers in elite units like the Far Eastern Army have two brushes, so instead of missing at that time, it is better to target ordinary soldiers from the beginning.

The boss is also full of confidence in his second brother, who is good at long-distance sniping, although the nickname of "Magic Arrow" has an element of boasting, but this longbow archer who shot his commander because of trivial matters and fled to Sagan City is outstanding in archery skills.

At least in this Sagan city, he is the top of the list.

Looking at the soldiers of the Far Eastern Army who were getting closer and closer, the boss had already begun to imagine what posture he should use to accept the gratitude of the city lord.

"Would you like to ask a scholar about the etiquette of the nobility?"

"Be careful!"

The eldest suddenly heard the second panicked voice in his ears, and before he could react, an arrow drilled into the attic where he was hiding like lightning.

Rumble!

There was a violent explosion, and the tattered attic was directly blown into the sky by this burst of [explosive arrow].

Seeing the two twisted corpses being swept away by the wave of air generated by the explosion, a crossbowman of the Far Eastern Army tugged at the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Target 1 cleared!"

The explosion was like a signal, and arrows flew out of the ranks and hit the targets hiding in the shadows.

Whether it's hiding in a dilapidated wooden house or behind a solid stone wall, it can't withstand the magic arrows that fly from you.

Explosions, acids, armor-piercing, crossbowmen under the command of scouts, targeted to eliminate one threat point after another.

This made the bosses of the underground organizations feel like they have seen a ghost.

Why did these Far Eastern armies find their place without even thinking about it, as if they had known where they were hiding for a long time.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was hit at the same time, they would even wonder if there was a conspiracy within themselves.

"Hehe, young master, if it weren't for you, we would still be yin by these guys this time!"

Seeing that half of the body of a black iron smoothbore cannon was embedded in the street, Johnson couldn't help but turn his head to look at Morey and said with some joy.

Even those black marketeers couldn't think that their young master had already awakened the ability of the perception realm, and they thought that they could be foolproof by hiding in the basement and attacking through the air window close to the ground, who knew that everything was useless under this perception.

Morey nodded, and then continued to direct the battle through the Communication Stone.

Morey now has 3 godheads, which means he can use [Exploration (Domain Ability)] 3 times, he used it once with Hans before, and he used it again this time to scan the threat points in the slums.

Although there is only one left, with the help of the instant recording of the Blood Moon, Morey can call up the perceptual memory map at any time, compare these threat points to the environment to determine the location, and notify the crossbowman to carry out targeted clearance.