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In an unknown corner of the town, a building in the shape of a modern apartment is hidden in a wall full of dead vines and dust, with a pointed roof that reaches into the sky.

Moonlight floated through the courtyard, occasionally streaking over the guards standing guard with weapons in hand.

Old Hammidon sat in a rocking chair covered with fur by the hot fireplace, rubbing his wrinkled hands.

In the middle of the vermilion coffee table is a brand new black-and-white newspaper, the footer shows the date a day ago, and the four large characters "White Clothes of the Moon" are specially painted at the top of the page.

"They're all dead." The old man picked up the teacup next to the newspaper and said in a hoarse voice, as if he was sighing, but in fact, even the hand that grabbed the teacup was shaking.

"Why hasn't that bastard come back yet?"

After a few hours of silence, Hamilton swallowed the last of his tea, put the cup back at the foot of the table, and finally stood up with a thud and thud.

On the chair opposite the coffee table, Wu Ming, dressed in white, folded his hands and was reading the contents of the newspaper at a glance.

Next to the teacup, at some point, a round object wrapped in gray cloth was placed, and the bottom of the cloth was stained dark with blood.

Han Midun's eyelids jumped, he saw that Wu Ming's spirit had been focused on the newspaper, his heart was ruthless, and he took the cloth bag and hurriedly untied the mouth of the bag.

A round thing rolled out and fell to the ground with a thud.

Hanmilton wept bitterly, and as he wept, he threw himself into the round object in a mad manner, and picked it up in his arms, snot and tears poured into it.

During the whole process, he peeked at Wu Ming from time to time with the corner of his eye, and saw that Wu Ming had been reading the newspaper, and did not respond to his crying for a long time, and the old man even kept hitting the floor with his forehead, looking like he wanted to commit suicide tragically.

After crying for about half a minute, it seemed that he felt that the hand was wrong, or maybe he felt that the atmosphere was weird, and the old Han Milton finally stopped crying. Stunned, he took the round object from his bosom and placed it in front of the light of the stove, and his expression became wonderful in an instant.

It was a clown head carved out of wood, and the red dots on his face were specially painted with paint, and the overall craftsmanship can be described as shoddy. This kind of trick prop is generally a gift for big-headed goods in roadside craft stores, and you can buy several of them with a copper coin.

The old man's lips trembled, and he almost didn't throw the thing in his hand into the stove in front of him.

"Crying, why don't you cry?" Wu Ming's gaze finally moved away from the newspaper, and he looked at the old man with a smile, "Shouldn't this scene be a white-haired person sending a black-haired person?" You haven't made a big enough noise, you're going to have to knock a few bags out of your forehead when you hit the floor, right? ”

The old man blushed, and Nuo Nuo was speechless.

Wu Ming took out the intelligence information he asked for from old Colbert from the space and read it aloud without hesitation: "Mike Hammidon, the veteran of the White Tree Gang and the former party leader, was located in Johnny Hammiton, the son of his brother, five years ago, and he was hidden behind the scenes. relied on the behind-the-scenes manipulation of Johnny, did a lot of angry and resentful things, and blamed all his faults and crimes on his nephew Johnny, so as to win a lot of good reputation in the upper echelons of society. There are comments from the time: Johnny the wolf who can't be raised, and Mike the fox who can't see through. ”

Every time Wu Ming read a sentence, the beads of sweat on the forehead of the old man Mitun were dense, and by the end of his reading, the old man was already sweating like rain.

"Why, it's a pity to see that I'm not holding your nephew's head? Can't play the prepared script? Wu Ming sighed.

Throwing the information on the table, Wu Ming only felt that the whole person was refreshed. At this moment, he finally understood why Colbert and these people liked to report their life history in detail before they started, and I have to say that this move was really intoxicating, making people feel a sense of overlooking in front of their opponents for no reason.

"I said, you're so old, why do you still meddle in so many black businesses? This time, the Black Gold Gang was disbanded, and you Baili Gang grabbed the remaining territory, and even sent people to secretly meddle in the business of selling orphans, isn't this looking for death. Wu Ming used a joking tone, but the smile on his face gradually subsided.

Old Han Mitun didn't dare to come out, but just threw himself on the ground and nodded like pounding garlic.

"Oh, by the way, at first I was thinking, what is the use of coveting all this wealth and power when you are old? As a result, after the investigation, it was found that you still have an illegitimate child hiding in the people? This hand is really powerful, although the scalper is old and can pear the land, he has hidden a lot of enemies, right? Wu Ming took out a severed limb and threw it on the ground, playing with the taste, "But your son is even darker than you, and he has done all the bad things at a young age, I followed him all the way tonight, and what he did was really unbearable, so he simply sent it to heaven with a knife, now you are really a white-haired person sending a black-haired person." ”

Looking at the diamond ring engraved with the family logo on the severed finger, old Hammedon finally burst into tears, he hid his face with his head in his hands, and wept until his head was bloodied.

"The old man fought with you!"

The old man, who had experienced the pain of losing his child, could no longer pretend to be pretended, he jumped up with a loud roar, and while shouting the word "guard" hoarsely, he reached out to touch the hidden bulge under the coffee table.

The fireplace was suddenly extinguished, and an arm-wide cylinder protruded from the wall, the center of which was facing Wu Ming's direction.

"Go and bury my son!" The old man burst his voice and pressed the mechanism on the coffee table.

The lights on the wall flashed, and Wu Ming suddenly appeared behind the old man, blood overflowing, and the old man's right hand fell weakly to the ground.

"I forgot to tell you, there are no guards outside for a long time." Wu Ming cut off his arm with one knife, and directly cut off the back of the neck of the person in front of him with a backhand, and then kicked the person who was about to suffocate to the ground.

With that done, he approached the fireplace and reached out to pull the cylinder out. It turned out that this was a cannon barrel similar to a floating cannon, and the tail end was filled with a crystal cannonball engraved with runes, Wu Ming subconsciously entered a trace of mana into the crystal, and saw that the cannon barrel shook, and a translucent pillar of light rushed straight out, easily shooting through the door, and the pillar of light hit the wall outside before exploding.

"It's a bit like a pulse ray, the power is not bad......" Wu Ming smiled faintly, threw the cannon barrel into the space, and then strode out of the room, his figure blending into the night.

In the quiet of the night, the sudden explosion woke up many nearby residents, and the night watchman also arrived.

In about half an hour, all the guests from the town showed up.