After fighting off the group of "aliens", George whipped his horse and sped up again.

And Su Aya's mood was very complicated, and she felt that the NPC in front of her seemed to be different.

In other words, compared to previous games, it is too "real".

"Su Aya, it seems that we all have a first impression." George reached out into the carriage.

Suspicious, Suya picked up the Remington revolver and returned it to George.

"Why are you talking to me about this?"

"I will take a stand and talk to you about everything, this is most of Moritty's life, and your little half of your life seems to be different from what you say." George kept his voice calm and lowered his hood.

Su Aya pretended to be stupid: "How can you see it?" ”

George questioned: "Girl, your skin is not as good as a human being, the clothes are a set of men's clothes, you can tell from the taste that it is not yours, nor are the shoes, and most importantly, you do not have a foot wrap, let alone a three-inch golden lotus, if you look at your pampered drive, it should be a big family, and your father will raise you as a boy?" ”

Su Aya: "That maybe."

George's reaction made her feel tricky, if she came up, she would not know what to do with her mentor, which was the last thing Su Aya wanted to see, but how should she explain it to this hood?

Say you're a gamer?

Actually, you're all fake? Is it a stunt?

Obviously not realistic.

"A girl's little secret?" George teased.

"Girl's ...... Little secret." Su Aya breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hope you don't lie to me." George's words gave her the feeling of being like a murderer with a gun and a burglar, full of oppression.

Su Aya: "I'll try my best."

"It's 'don't,' not 'as much as possible.'" George banged on the oil lamp in the carriage like a teacher marking the point for the students.

Su Aya showed a funny expression: "Okay, I won't lie to you."

Half an hour later, Su Aya saw that the terrain was getting higher, the horses were tired and out of breath when they climbed the slope, and the forest was getting denser and denser, and they should have entered a big mountain.

Climb to the mountainside, the eyes suddenly open up, the white moonlight reflects a stone avenue, the cinder paved roadbed, paved with a layer of pebbles, it seems that the paving alone is worth a lot, and at the end of the avenue, is a villa.

The carriage stopped against a street sign.

"Here we are." George flipped out of the car and opened the door for Suaya.

Su Aya took George's hand and got out of the car with the door.

"Can you tell me about the mission?" Su Aya knew that George had seen the mission briefing before the trip, but she didn't know the specifics.

Stepping on the road, the old and the young walked very slowly, for no other reason, George's leggings for Su Aya, Bai Aya, stepped on the cobblestones.

Su Aya didn't know why George didn't allow her to wear shoes, but she understood after just two steps out.

George's boots were on the stones, and there was no movement. The mute effect is fantastic, and so is herself.

Dispelling his doubts, he heard George tell him about his work.

"The insurance company undertook a merchant marine insurance policy, and the beneficiary was Stanley Jr. You may not know this person well."

Su Aya: "I'm from the East, so I'm familiar with ghosts."

George: "Let's talk about it in a way you're more familiar with."

Su Aya looked at the villa that was getting closer and closer, and there was an inexplicable pressure in her heart, whenever a crisis came, the magic in her body would give an early warning. And that villa gives her the feeling that it is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, as if it will be pressed at any time, which is particularly evil.

George put it another way.

"Little Stanley has a very powerful grandfather, but he died nineteen years ago, he inherited part of the family business, and lived a life of arrogance and luxury, but he is a Pon, not a real hereditary lord."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one for himself, Su Aya could see that George's black trench coat had many small holes, which stood out in the moonlight, as if it had once been full of meritorious medals, but now only a coin was left.

The coin depicts an eagle.

"He was afraid that his brother would covet his poor private property when he inherited the title, so he asked us to keep him safe. Also includes property. And this time, there was an accident on his merchant ship, and he was like a frightened bird, and he immediately asked my old bone to move his body, so that he could sleep peacefully."

Su Aya: "It's that simple? ”

When the two of them walked to the courtyard gate of the villa, George grabbed the thick rope next to the iron gate and rang the visitor's bell.

"I thought it would be that simple, but on the way, as you can see, we met about fifty little devils." George smiled and greeted the butler who came to open the door, while explaining to Su Aya.

"I don't think they smelled the rich magic fluctuations in your body and went crazy to attack me, the witcher, there is another possibility, little Stanley is precarious, and he has to rely on my old bones to save his life."

The two received hot towels from the butler.

George wiped his face clean, this is the etiquette that should be seen as a visitor, and Su Aya did the same.

Step into the garden and walk on the stone path, and the butler will take them all the way to meet the master.

"Now I want to ......" George pressed Su Aya's shoulder, and the two stopped face to face in front of the villa hall, as if he had something extremely important to explain.

"Look at the lights on." George tilted his head slightly, his hat shook in the evening breeze, and asked the butler. Stanley hasn't slept yet? ”

The old butler couldn't talk all the time, and hurriedly replied.

"The lord hasn't slept all the time, and you can't sleep without him. He didn't believe that other hoods could protect him."

George patted the butler on the shoulder, "You shouldn't call him 'sir.'"

The butler had no time to care about the stubbles, and his expression was anxious.

"You better go into the house and meet the master, I think he's been very wrong lately. It's like ......"

George patted the butler on the shoulder again, tilting his head slightly, never looking directly at the old servant.

"Quiet, quiet ......"

The butler was surprised, and there was a sense of blame in his mouth: "My master will die at any time now, how can you let me relax?" It is my duty to share the worries and solve problems for the master, and to protect the master! It's your duty! ”

George nodded in a perfunctory manner, then reached out again and patted the butler on the head.

Subsequently......

Su Aya saw that the old housekeeper seemed to have been hit hard, and time had left more "traces" on him, he had become extremely old, his skin had dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he had turned into white bones after a while, as if he had been dead for a long time. And the three strokes that George just made were like some kind of ritual to remove the evil spell from him.

"Uh......" Su Aya probably understood what George meant, "It's the Longtan Tiger's Den inside?" People came at you in the first place? They want to lure you to an appointment? And then kill you? ”

George tore the mission briefing to shreds in front of Su Aya.

"Another unscrupulous person who cheats insurance money."

He was preparing in front of the door.

"It's a common thing in our industry."

Su Aya saw George measuring the spacing of the door frame with a silver wire, and she didn't know what to do.

"It's just that little Stanley has a particularly big appetite. It seems that there is a tendency to cling to the orthodox title, and even to seek help from the demons of hell."

George explained the ins and outs to Suaya. By the way, a hand knife destroyed the door lock, and he took out a large cloth bag from his clothes, and Su Aya saw that in it, the fine sand reflected in the moonlight.

"This is salt, the sea salt that comes out of baptism, also called holy salt, is the natural enemy of evil spirits."

George took Su Aya around the villa. Su Aya was strange at first, no matter what demons and monsters in the house, they would not be caught, at least they had to resist before George sprinkled salt to seal the retreat.

But.

Su Aya saw the window on the second floor of the villa, a maid had just poked out her little head to look at George, and there was curiosity in her eyes, the old hunter raised her hand and shot her heavenly spirit into pieces.

"They are afraid, and I am the source of their fear."

George's smile made him show a mouth full of gold teeth, and the light in front of the hall shone brightly on the teeth, which also reflected his real name on the gold teeth.

Su Aya saw George slowly push open the door, and a noisy and panicked shout came from the hallway.

Someone smashed the glass and tried to escape by jumping out of the window, but as soon as he stepped out of the "territory" demarcated by the holy salt, his body was inexplicably on fire, and it burned into ashes in a short time!

Su Aya smelled the strong smell of blood from the hallway aisle.

George stepped into the door, pulled the shoe cabinet with his hand, looked for the smell, opened the door of the hidden compartment, and the corpses fell from it. It's all hooded outfits.

"I said why can't I see an acquaintance, it's all here."

George pulled open the dark compartment on the other side of the aisle, and the corpses of the same four or five hoods fell.

"How many hunters have you killed? Little Stanley?"

George muttered to himself. Looking at the empty hall, the seemingly graceful and luxurious hall is the slaughterhouse of the witchers.

Su Aya could smell the rich aroma of wine from the corpse, as if these poor people were completely unguarded and unvigilant, and they were so drunk that the owner of the manor had a chance.

But......

The next moment, Su Aya looked very carefully, and the fingers of one of those corpses suddenly trembled!

More than one!

It's as if they're not dead yet! I'm about to come back to life!

"Be careful!" Su Aya reminded loudly!

Cluck-la-la-la-la-la----

The bones of the corpse twisted and deformed, and stood up again in an incredible posture, extremely strange, as if maintaining the posture of a warrior before his death, and in an instant, seven or eight guns were about to point at George!

And that moment......

Su Aya saw a bright "red".

It seems that in the young body of the "mustache", the old soul has a second spring.

George had an extra shotgun in his hand, and in Su Aya's opinion, it was a real murder weapon.

The barrel of the gun seems to have been subjected to multiple zero-range shots, staining the blood dark red. Red cowhide wrapped around the handle, and the trigger was pulled......

Boom-----

The walking corpse on one side was hit with a great impact, and the first corpse sent the huge impact flying sideways, and at the same time knocked over the "companion" behind it.

Su Aya was still wondering how the shotgun could have such an effect......

Bite---

In the next second, she understood that the huge single warhead that fell on the ground also caused the kinetic energy and impact of gunpowder to be exerted on the enemy, so ......

George standing at the muzzle of seven or eight guns...... It's like dancing!

Gunshots erupted!

He's firing in the midst of the walking dead.

With a shrapnel in one hand and a Remington in the other, he unilaterally suppressed the firepower!

The whistling sound of projectiles passing by Su Aya's ears startled the corners of her forehead to sweat.

The distance of the aisle......

George just measured the distance with the silver wire, in order to let go of his hands and feet!

George's spine erupted with unimaginable toughness, twisted and turned the muzzle, and his dynamic vision reached an inhuman level.

The action of loading the shotgun is fluid, and each rotation of the lever grip in the hand will make a corpse's head bloom. Do this while avoiding the muzzle of the walking corpse......

Judging from the bullet holes, George just changed eight design angles in just a few seconds, using ......

Su Aya looked at the types of projectiles that could still be distinguished in the pile of minced meat.

"Single warheads, lead shotguns, small shredded iron bullets, pistol bullets. The model of the shotgun is Winchester...... There is a lot of ammunition that a smoothbore gun can cram into."

Wait a minute......

Su Aya saw that the footlight went out, would George miss it?

No, no, no......

Judging from the corpses on the ground, the huge buckshot hit the steel skin of the footlamp and bounced onto the back of the walking corpse!

The normal twist of the 180-degree angle of the pull gun, at the same time has a variety of ammunition, and can also use ricochets to kill and injure enemies.

What a terrible shooting technique.

[Teacher Andrew said that this technique is called gun martial arts. 】

Ultimately.

He bent his arm against the gun, the angle was perfect, the smoke cleared, and the walking corpse was completely turned into minced meat.

Five or six Remington's empty bomb nests were left on the ground.

George finished his work, panting slightly, looking full of energy. Insert the gun into the pocket.

"Am I doing a good job?"

Su Aya saw that George's windbreaker made the blood redder, and most of the weapons on the ground that belonged to the hood, together with the corpses, were smashed by George's unilateral fire suppression at the first time, which can only be described by the word professional.

"Quite ...... Not bad."