It's from Springwater City?!

Ye Qi squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the tattoo, and after confirming that it was the same as the badge of the Hart brothers in his mind, he couldn't help but laugh playfully - according to the Hart brothers, Hotlier was also a member of Springwater City, and he was a very respected person, but now there was an assassin in Springwater City who assassinated the other party's 'successor'.

Undoubtedly, there are some tricks in this that are not known to outsiders.

Is it because of the seizure of power? Or is it because of wealth?

Or is it simply someone impersonating?

In the absence of definite information, Ye Qi could only guess like this; However, among the three guesses, the probability of the last moment is the smallest - after all, according to the Hart brothers, even a combination of small organizations like Springwater City with many people is only about two thousand, and this is already the largest number of people on the bridge on the other side; Organizations like the Coffin of the Underworld add up to just over a hundred people.

Therefore, it is not difficult to find out the impostor if you want to investigate thoroughly.

Therefore, Ye Qi guessed that the other party was really from Quanshui City, and he came to assassinate him, and Ye Qi would not perceive the faint murderous aura on the other party's body before; However, it is obvious that the other party actually came to carry out such a task, undoubtedly with the determination to die, although the means are not very good, but the identity of the dead man can be recognized.

That seemingly empty, but firm look has already said it all.

And for such a person, if he wants to know some information, it will take a long time, and Ye Qi doubts how much the other party knows about the Dao - the dead. All you need to know is the target of the assassination or the task you have completed. As for the reason, I don't even ask. And who are they loyal to?

There are so many ways to hide yourself - making a mask isn't too difficult, is it?

As soon as he raised his hand, the black mist of the negative electrode realm enveloped the other party, and those shadow warriors who were about to transform rushed into it quickly - although they were not dark creatures, with pure negative energy, there was still something in them that attracted these shadow warriors.

Ask some of the Hart brothers again!

Such thoughts appeared in Ye Qi's mind. However, he was quickly thrown out of his mind - the Hart brothers obviously had something to hide from him, but the other party's excuse was also the fair and honest 'rules of the bridge on the other side' or 'the rules of Spring City', and if they really went to the bridge on the other side, the other party's excuse would be perfect.

And at this time, he must not be able to leave!

This should be a temptation!

Looking at the scattered shadow warriors, leaving only the corpses wrapped in the negative pole realm, Ye Qi thought so; Then, Ye Qi quickly disposed of the other party's corpse; In such caves. It is very easy to dig a pit and sell it; Then. His eyes were on the shadow warriors - the uninvited guest did not let any of the shadow warriors transform into shadow minions, but the shadow warriors who had joined the attack before seemed to have a trace of vitality at the moment, as if a person had become radiant from a trance.

Does positive energy neutralize negative energy?

Or is it that the negative energy is stimulated by positive energy?

Ye Qi, who was observing, began to speculate; However, it was obvious that the long process of such a change was somewhat beyond his expectations, and it was not over after twenty minutes, as if it had just begun, looking at the sun that had just risen to the center of the sky, Ye Qi handed over the observation task to the Shadow Knight, and once again used the [Nameless Technique] to sense the 'glass wall', and once again told the Shadow Knight to be on guard, and to wake him up an hour before sunset.

……

"Is it done?"

In the underground hall of the bar, the young people led by Reynckes looked at the young witch who came from the depths of the corridor and couldn't help but ask nervously.

"Hmm!"

In a cheerful voice, the young witch stretched out her left hand, and a planet was suspended above the palm, turning slightly; Everyone who saw this scene breathed a sigh of relief, and it was obvious that the chameleon that had agreed to them had done what they said; It's not coaxing.

"It's even more connected than the previous one, and any spells haven't been affected!"

Young witch, demonstrating to her friends.

"Great!"

Reynckes was the first to cheer, followed by Gofa and Tiger, and the rest of the young people; The bartender, who had been standing next to him, showed a rare smile and quietly chose to leave, although he was respected by the young people, but if he was next to these young people, it would undoubtedly affect such a lively atmosphere.

"Captain, how's the injury?"

Glen. Hill sat in a wheelchair and asked as he watched the bartender come up from the underground hall as his eyes began to look up and down. Even if Hill only serves as a staff officer, he will often make cameo appearances as some military doctors.

"Nothing!"

The bartender spoke plainly about his injuries.

"There is a lot of blood loss, and the wound needs to be changed in time, otherwise it will cause inflammation!"

And it's clear that Gran. Hill is more adept at using his own observations to illustrate a thing.

"This is my best anti-inflammatory!"

As he spoke, the bartender poured himself a glass of high-strength vodka, and poured it down as soon as he raised his neck - as a soldier, there are few people who don't drink, and in the original special operations team, Amanda has developed a very ingenious bartending skill because of drinking, which is enough to see the attraction of alcohol to this bartender.

Of course, bartenders never drink when they have a mission, and this is one of the rules of the entire remnant army.

"I think you're showing us off, Captain!"

Unlike the bartender who was injured and could rest, the lame captain was still responsible for guarding and patrolling, so when he saw the bartender drinking heavily, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for a while, and when he reached the end, he simply turned his head and looked at Gran. Hill. directly said the new news he just got: "Your family has been wiped out." What do you think? ”

"I didn't do it myself. What a pity! ”

Gran in a wheelchair. Hill replied to his companion like this, that serious look, obviously not joking - after experiencing that kind of treatment that is worse than death, even a good person has the right to revenge, not to mention Gran. Hill wasn't a good guy in the first place; From his femdom those black. The gang members could see that the man who had lost his legs was very suitable to be a godfather; And those who are able to serve as godfathers. How can there be kindness.

"Don't worry, the guy who was mainly targeting you isn't dead!"

The lame gave his teammates a very easy toast, but he could only endure the team rules: "That guy is really an expert who sees the wind and rudder, and when he sees that the situation is wrong, he is the first to surrender; He is now temporarily held in a black-bottomed prison on the outskirts of Dude! ”

"Well, that's right!"

Glen. Hill's eyes instantly sharpened, even if he was covered by glasses, he couldn't stop that gaze.

"I sent the One-Eyed out of the city. He went there and stared at him and waited until it was over. We need to go there and settle the reckoning with that gentleman! I can help you make a detailed plan! ”

Lame suggested; However, it is clear that such a thing, Gran. Hill didn't fake others, he leaned in the wheelchair, put his hands on the pure wool blanket that dared to be on the lower half of his body, and said slowly: "I have a better plan, after all, I am the staff officer who makes the plan, and you are only responsible for sniping!" ”

"Alright, alright, it's up to you!"

Lame didn't argue with his teammates, he turned his body around, leaned back on the bar, and looked out: "What a damn dark creature, it's caused our business to drop a lot!" ”

Although the supreme government is still covering it up, the feeling of rumors can be felt by anyone—man, in his own right, is a sensitive creature, although most of the time, they are wrapped in dullness; But when life is in danger, that sensitivity is enough to make a good choice.

"I'm doing good business there! It is estimated that during the Midwinter Festival, it can reduce the financial burden of the boss."

Speaking of business, Gran. Hill couldn't help but laugh.

"The arms trade in the black market must be controlled!"

The bartender who was drinking on the side suddenly interjected, and the lame nodded solemnly - they knew what kind of business their teammates were doing now; If it was in the past, such people would undoubtedly be their mission goals, but now, they have done such things, and they have done it impressively; After all, the person who knows you best must be your enemy.

As for the burden of the heart?

When he was ruthlessly abandoned, such a burden no longer existed.

However, for the sake of their home at the moment, some things still need to be measured, and once they are exceeded, it is not a good phenomenon for them.

"Don't worry, in my ledger, anyone who exceeds that bottom line will disappear!"

Glen. Hill replied with a smile, he didn't care about the lives of those people in the slightest, if it weren't for a 'stable market', those guys would have been sucked out of the marrow by him, squeezed out the last dollar, and used it to reclaim the sea.

"That's good!"

The bartender nodded, and he didn't care about it either—the former battlefield butcher deserves his name, except for the people he cared about, the only difference between other people and grass mustard in Amanda's eyes is that one can move and the other can't move.

"What a cold guy......"

The lame shook his head and sighed, though, in essence, he could be the first to do it if he needed to; And his gaze did not leave the direction he was looking, so it was natural to see several figures approaching.

"Hey, we have guests!"

"Who's on which side?"

Obviously confident in his vice-captain's vision, the bartender asked directly.

"Wizard!"

The lame answer made Gran. Hill's eyes narrowed, his hand gently rested on the arm of the wheelchair, and said slowly, "Our relationship with the wizard is not too close, is it?" Boss, no special instructions! Need to entertain them? ”

"No need, just let them in, the boss is not here, and we can't embarrass the boss!"

The bartender put down the bottle. After pressing the cork back hard. Walked straight to the door.

……

"Hey. Let me in, I'm looking for song! ”

Looking at the three strange-looking guys blocking the way in front of her, Filsa couldn't help but shout loudly; And Vauban on the side hurriedly said: "Three Excellencies, we have no malicious intentions, we are just here to find the young master of the Norsd family; My companion had a little misunderstanding with him! ”

"Looking for a song?"

Lame for a moment, then began to look up and down at the wizard girl in front of him, a moment later. He snorted disdainfully and muttered, "That kid who looks smart in Gefa doesn't have a good eye, huh?" If you want to have no breasts, if you want an ass without an ass, it's completely a bean sprout! ”

In fact, there is still a certain error in the statement of lameness, after all, judging from Filsa's age, there is still room for development, not to mention that even now, with Filsa's face, she can be regarded as a beautiful embryo; on this. Filsa is naturally quite confident; So, after hearing that call. The wizard girl, who was already in a bad mood, was directly angry-

"Beans, bean sprouts!!"

Repeating such words, her voice trembled with anger, and the wizard girl subconsciously took out her staff, but the speed of the lame leg was even faster, even if one leg was lame, but the lame leg had two complete hands - two complete hands, which could clench their fists and hit people, and they could also kill people with weapons, and it just so happened that the lame leg was a sharpshooter, and he was also a fast gunner in the sharpshooter.

Shout!

The presence of the silencer reduced the sound of the gunshot to a minimum, and the bullet grazed the wizard girl's cheek, and the burning sensation made her freeze in place.

"The moment before you chant the mantra, I promise to make your head bloom! If you have faith in your spell defenses, I think we can give it a try! The lame looked at the wizard girl in front of him, his hands were empty, but the bullets and the slight sound of gunfire indicated that there must be a gun in his hand.

"If you feel like you're not sure about one person, you four can try it together!"

The smiling lame gaze scanned back and forth at the four young wizards, his exposed white teeth, divided into infiltrating people, just like the foraging wolf, and that gaze was even more with a thick undisguised killing intent, he glanced around, raised his head slightly, and looked at a little empty place in the distance.

Shout!

Another shot, followed by a muffled grunt, and a middle-aged wizard emerged from his stealth state in embarrassment.

"Or maybe the five of you go together?"

The lame looked at the middle-aged wizard who had just appeared, and looked at the bullet hole on the other party's shoulder: "Don't play those little tricks on our turf, this time it's a warning, next time, I'll directly blow your head off!" ”

"Who are you?"

The bartender appeared behind the middle-aged wizard, grabbed the heavenly spirit cover of the other party's head with his huge palm, and pulled the other party up, his eyes looked at each other up and down, and then, looking at the wizard girl and his party, asked, "Are you in the same group as him?" ”

The reason for this question is that the bartender found something different in this middle-aged wizard from these half-grown young men - killing intent, or more accurately, with a malicious murderous aura, and the target is undoubtedly those of them who are in the bar; And no matter which one it is, he will not let the other go.

The concept of a soldier is very simple, obey orders, distinguish friend from foe, kill the enemy, and protect the friend.

Of course, when it comes to killing the enemy, the necessary information still needs to be tortured.

"No, no!"

Vaubana, the eldest in the group, immediately took the lead of the three companions, stood up and shouted loudly - as a high-ranking wizard, his perception is not weak. The naked killing intent had been hanging over him, and he didn't think the other party was joking; And at such a time, he didn't want his friends to carry this joke on the lives of himself and others.

"We have nothing to do with this gentleman!"

Vauban said with great certainty.

"Over to you!"

With a slight force in his hand, the middle-aged wizard who still wanted to do something for life immediately rolled his eyes and fainted; Then, he threw it straight to the lame leg on the side; After catching the middle-aged wizard like a sack, he limped straight towards the bar; Obviously, the next torture will not be made public.

"If you're looking for a song, please go inside and wait for a while!"

After the bartender finished speaking, he threw the task of entertaining the four and a half great wizards to Gran. Hill, while he himself walked towards the second floor - despite being the captain, Amanda was clearly not good at dealing with strangers; The exception is to break someone's neck with your hands, or tear open someone's throat.

"Don't mind, my friend has no ill intentions, it's just that the recent tension has made his nerves tense too!"

Glen. Hill turned his wheelchair to the four-and-a-half-sized wizard and made a gesture of please; Vauban of the four immediately showed a wry smile, if he could leave, he would definitely choose to leave; He didn't think that the killing intent that made his skin stinging before was just a joke.

Uriel and Beit, on the other hand, turned slightly pale, obviously a little frightened.

Only Filsa still maintained the appearance of not caring in the slightest, even if she had just been shot in the cheek by a bullet.

PS Second Update~~

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