When the wind blew, the old lawyer shuddered, and he suddenly thought of a question.

"Soth, I asked you to feed my anchovy, did you feed it?"

"Hey, teacher."

The young man walking in the wind and snow replied without asking.

The old lawyer grabbed his heart—his apprentice was dead.

The apprentice in front of him was fake, he didn't have any anchovy at all, and he hadn't fed it.

Pressing his hand to his waist, the old lawyer grabbed the handle of his revolver: "Soth, it's been hard for you all along. ”

"Where, I'll help the teacher do things, as it should be." There was a smile in his voice.

This should have been a very warm conversation, and the old lawyer took a deep breath: "Soss, wait a minute, stop." ”

"Teacher......" The young apprentice stopped, he turned around and looked at the old man parked in the wind and snow, and under the street lamp, he raised the revolver in his hand and looked at his apprentice, full of sadness: "Where has my Soth gone?" ”

"Hey, have you found it?" The young man seemed to have some regret, he grinned, and at this moment, the flesh and blood separated, and one mouth grinned to the root of the ear.

The old lawyer emptied the bullets in the revolver in one go.

Then he saw his apprentice recover from his backward state, he looked at his teacher and shook his head, where he was shot in the forehead, there was lead bullet squeezed out of the regenerated flesh: "Dear Mr. Higgs, I have prepared your funeral for you, but it is a pity that you did not cherish it. ”

"Chaos!" The old lawyer understood all this at this moment.

There are Chaos lurkers in the Chamber of Commerce, and they have instigated the members of the Chamber of Commerce to go to war with Mr. Marin, by killing the members of Mr. Marin's factory, and then blaming Mr. Marin, by such despicable means, to shut Mr. Marin's factory, and then to cause a confrontation between the workers and the police at noon today.

What a good way to do it, and then kill them these lawyers tonight and cause even more conflict...... It is very likely that Mr. Kasaman Salian has been killed.

And then they will kill more people, causing greater and sharper clashes until both sides no longer hold back, and until the city is bleeding......

"You deserve death!" The old man roared angrily.

"Let's think of a way to die for yourself first." Young Chaos smiled, and it wasn't until a bolt flew at his forehead that he realized he had subconsciously wanted to let go of the silver-white bolt.

But his movements were completely useless, the bolt tore through the muscles and pierced through the skull, and eventually the blessed bolt turned its brain into a lit tissue, and he wailed and fell to the ground, burning in the wind and snow with divine energy, lighting up half the street.

The old lawyer turned his head and saw a slender figure standing in the shadows.

"Mr. Marin, please let me say hello to you." It's a female voice that sounds young.

The old lawyer smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Normally, when you say this, you want to kill me. ”

"Mr. Marin never kills innocents indiscriminately." The figure walked to the edge of the light, and it was a werewolf girl in a strange coat: "Your apprentice we have saved, Mr. Higgs, he is very injured and has been taken to the Hospital of Mercy by us, is there anything else we need our help with?" ”

"No, thank you, I need to go back to the hotel now, I want to confirm who is stirring up the conflict at noon today." Higgs looked at the girl in front of him.

"You don't have to worry about that." She smiled and shook her head.

"Don't worry about me?" The old man frowned, and finally, he looked at the werewolf girl: "Mr. Marin...... Are you ready, these chaos ......?"

"Everyone who betrays this world will be reckoned, sir." After speaking, the werewolf girl retreated into the shadows: "Sir, it is snowing in the middle of the night, why don't you go back to the store and have another drink to warm up." ”

The old man was silent for a moment, and after making sure she had left, he finally turned and walked towards the bar owned by the Thainans.

………………

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier." Marin watched as the personnel in the off-white camouflage suits approached the Chaos Forces' residence, and probed the umbrella in his hand a little more to the side of Faye.

"That's what you said, mortals save themselves?"

"Yes, it would be unfair to the transcendents if this world were to be saved only by transcendental beings, because no one is born to be the savior of this world, and these mortals ...... It would be unfair to them if they didn't want to learn how to face chaos and learn how to kill all these miscellaneous people who had taken refuge in chaos. ”

"Can't you cut them off from saving themselves?"

"Yes, everyone must learn to save themselves, because people who can't even protect themselves can't talk about protecting their families." Marin watched them touch the sentry outside, and finally relieved his heart: "I believe they can take this stronghold, let's go, go to another stronghold." ”

"You're adventurous, Marlin." Faye turned to look at Marin.

"Because I have to believe all that I'm saying, and I can't even believe everything I'm saying, and that's sad." Marin smiled and held out his hand, and with Faye's help, a portal opened in front of him.

"Barely passing." Faye gave this assessment.

"It's a big step for me." With that, Marin led Faye into the portal.

………………

The veteran turned his head to look at the building behind him, and he instinctively felt something twisted.

But no one found anything, and there was no other news from the several groups that were observers.

"It's chaos, the book of knowledge, the crumb of the tongue-learning bird." The one-eyed over there had already slit the sleeve of the slain sentry: "Everyone drink the mechanical mind potion, and we're going to start the anti-illusionist battle." ”

"I hate tongue birds." The veteran said as he uncorked the potion bottle in his hand and smothered it into his mouth.

It has an almond flavor and is slightly bitter, but at least allows the user to ignore most of the illusions for the rest of the period - this is what the Tongue Bird believers are good at.

"There's news from the druids, they've got three mentors who are good at transfiguration, and they're in charge of providing us with aerial reconnaissance."

"That's great, the observation team can only see the rooftop and the perimeter, and it will be affected by the terrain." One-Eye said as he noticed two targets coming out of the shadows not far away: "The mobile sentinel is coming. ”

The two team members who were already standing at the sentry post immediately began to ask for the normal password, which had been heard half an hour earlier and should not have changed, but for safety reasons, the observation team had pointed their muskets equipped with silencer equipment at them.

And there were at least seven crossbows pointed at them.

"Why are you screaming so loudly?" Matching the password, the two Chaos grumbled as they approached.

Then one of them seemed to notice that it was a stranger at the sentry post.

The next second he fell to the ground - the observation team fired, but one hit and one missed.

The veteran immediately pulled the trigger of the crossbow, and the heavy bolt flew sixty yards away—thanks to the tailwind, the deflected bolt burrowed into his chest, and after penetrating his body, he didn't know where it had gone.

"Damn, the crossbow penetrates too strong." Compared to the bullet that finally hit the ground after penetrating the target, the veteran cursed in a low voice with some urgency.

Several halflings had already reached over to pull the body away, and others were responsible for wiping the blood-stained snowdrifts.

After a while, the window on the second floor of the building not far away was opened: "What's the matter! ”

"Nothing!" Deliberately letting the team member with a cold come to disguise it did work, the guy didn't hear the problem, cursed, and finally closed the window.

The heavenly druids gave the coordinates of several buildings that could observe the target, and the veteran looked at the map and assigned targets to all the squads.

Two squads are in charge of a building, and if more than a dozen people really can't do anything about these chaos believers, the observation team will directly hit signal flares.

When the time comes, hundreds of members of the factory protection team outside will rush into the field in full armor.

Confirming the target, the veteran led his two squads around the outskirts on the left, through the alleys, where the druids flew a little lower, drawing the attention of the patrol group with the characteristic cry of jackdaws.

"This kind of ghost weather, is there still a jackdaw?"

Yes, not only jackdaws, but also uninvited guests.

The veteran pulls out a nail gun from his waist - this kind of thing was originally used to drive nails, but sometimes it is also used to fight giant rats, and the air compresses the force, quiet and reliable.

Holding a dagger upside down in his left hand, the veteran calmly approached the two sentinels, and at the extreme closeness, one of them seemed to hear something, he turned his head, just in time to face with the flying nails, and the next second, the sharp nails pierced his forehead.

At the same time the veteran stepped behind the other sentry, and the dagger pierced the ribs and pierced the lungs.

With a hard push, he was pushed to the ground, and the veteran turned the dagger, and then pressed it hard - judging by his ability to struggle, the dagger didn't penetrate his heart, or rather, it did, but this guy was a transcendent and strengthened his body.

Thankfully, he couldn't speak after the blood poured into his lungs, so he struggled in agony until the veteran threw away the nail gun and broke his neck with his right hand.

By this time, his team had begun to climb over the wall.

The veteran got up and picked up the nail gun, two team members walked over and dragged the body away, and another spell caster restored the snow and ice on the ground to its previous state.

The veteran walked two lines of footprints with him, and then when he approached the wall, the veteran put his hands on him, sent the young man over the wall, and then climbed hard, and turned over himself.

The players have been divided into two teams and are waiting for them in the front and back rows.

The veteran motioned for the young man to go to the kitchen door at the back.

He then stood at the front door himself, and the team members who operated the plants confirmed through the keyhole of the door that there was no one behind the door.

So the locksmith came into play, and the halfling opened the door with two wires.

Everyone replaced with crossbows and nail guns, and put their revolvers and daggers in their most accessible positions.

The veteran grease the doorframe and carefully push the door open.

He was the first to enter the room, checking the locker room before leaning against the wall and stepping out of the small corner.

One of the occupants was facing away from him, perhaps because the door was open and he felt a change in the temperature in the room, and he turned his head to see the veteran.

In the next second, the nail got into his head, and the team member who controlled the plant pulled the corpse with a rattan bar, preventing it from knocking over the stove and telling the other residents that there were guests who were uninvited.

The last halfling to walk in closed the door.

The veteran leaned against the wall that led to the inner chamber on the other side.

There was a murmur from the kitchen where bowls fell to the floor.

There was the sound of getting up from the inner room, and the sound of questions.

Four people.

The veteran held up his finger.

The halfling flipped over the couch and hid, dexterous like a Tynan, without making any sound at all.

The two human team members leaned against the wall one after the other behind the veteran, and the veteran crouched down in front of him.

One of the human team members had stripped off the corpse's coat, put it on his body, and sat down by the fire to pretend to be asleep.

Another dwarf burrowed under the table, revealing the muzzle of a nail gun between the tablecloths.

"Jack, what's wrong?" The first man walked out, completely oblivious to the situation in the space behind him.

The second person walked out, and he didn't notice the situation behind him, but just glanced at the 'companion' in front of the fire: "Maidham is sleeping dead again, this guy is really hopeless." ”

"Leave him alone, let's see what's wrong with Jack."

A third man walked out with a shotgun, and he sniffed the air: "Damn Gawain, I told you not to pick at your stinky feet, now the whole room smells of your stinky, bleeding feet." ”

"What can I do, a damn stray bullet hit me at noon, and I was almost caught by the police!" The last member who limped out said as he looked behind him.

He saw the veteran, but also the accomplice crouching in front of him and the third man leaning out sideways.

Then the nail shot by the shooter in front of the veteran pierced his somewhat thin underwear, knocking his screams back into his lungs.

The veteran's nail gun hit the target with the shotgun, who struggled for a moment, and was knocked to the ground by a nail from the side as he turned—the dwarf under the table, the human in front of the fire, and the halfling behind the couch had beaten him into a standard sieve.

Someone on the other side of the kitchen pushed open the wooden door and knocked the guy standing in front of it to the ground, while the other lucky man was hit in the head with a frying pan by the young man who rushed out.

Seeing that his head is visibly deflated, he will definitely not survive.

"Leave his life behind!" The veteran said.

The pan that the young man had already raised was put away, and his team rushed over to tie the guy up, and before that, someone else had ripped the socks off the feet of an unknown guy and stuffed them into the lucky guy's mouth.

"I accidentally touched the pot." The young man looked at the veteran who came over with some embarrassment.

"Be careful next time, or you'll kill you and your teammates, remember." After the veteran finished speaking, he patted him on the shoulder: "But it's good, as a squad leader, you did what you should do." ”

The two squads pulled out of the building, and the veteran told the young man to drag the captive with his broken limbs to retreat - there were professionals in the rear who could pry his mouth open as quickly as they could.

At a close distance from the second target, the veteran heard the sound of gunfire coming from inside the target, and the advantage of the wind and snow came - the wind drowned out the gunshots, but he still slammed open the courtyard door at the first time, and ran all the way and kicked the door open.

The battle was over, and there were seven corpses on the ground, six Chaos, and one of their own.

The former had a lot of scars on his body, and in the end in hand-to-hand combat they killed two Chaos, one of whom was already distorted.

But the silver-oozing dagger ended its life.

The only one who died had a bullet hole in his chest.

"When we came in, we almost had a face-to-face encounter with them." The one-eyed subordinate said with some regret, "The captain is dead. ”

“…… Take the corpses of your captain, and all the corpses of Chaos will be nailed into the silver spikes first. After the veteran finished speaking, he led the team to the third goal.

Turning the corner and glancing at the corpse of the patrol squad lying upside down on the ground - there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Veteran, we observed a fire in the south, do you have any other teams in the south?" A jackdaw landed on the veteran's shoulder.

"No...... Leave it alone, let's clear all the targets and go, and don't forget to take the corpses of all the Chaos cultists, it's better for someone to be missing in this city than to have dozens of Chaos corpses to appear. After the veteran finished speaking, he noticed that the door of the building where the third target was located was pushed open, and a team member dragged a wounded person out, and then several team members who were injured but did not hinder their movement came out.

Very good, all in.

"Well done." The veterans slapped them on the back one by one.

Every member of the team saluted him.

"Don't salute next time you're on the battlefield, because the Chaos Marksman will prioritize killing anyone who looks like a big official." The veteran smiled, he thought of his past self, at that time every recruit would be admonished like this when he went to the front, in the rear, every guy who did not salute the commander would be given a whip, but at the front, every guy who saluted the commander would be given three lashes.

More and more squads appeared, most of them wounded, and some had one or two prisoners, but until the end, only four corpses were left of the veterans.

When all the teams left, the collection team responsible for collecting the bodies and evidence entered.

The veteran, who finally relieved his heart, pulled out the necklace with the holy emblem from the collar and put the sacred emblem to his mouth and kissed it lightly.

Goddess of the Night, may you have mercy, and may every soul see the river of the end.

Then he saw the one-eyed that came as he walked by.

"Thirty-one people were killed and five were captured." After speaking, One-Eye opened the eye box and handed the veteran a cigarette: "This damn weather, it's really nostalgic." ”

"Yes, in the winter of the Northern Line, it snows like this every day, and the commanders will complain about how cold it is, while standing in the same trench as us, and sometimes a young ensign who has just arrived will think that he will probably die in the next big battle, and then he will give us cigarettes."

"As a result, these young ensign officers are usually taken care of by the veterans and survive, but they owe a lot of cigarette money, which is really some lucky luck."

Two old men, laughing and reminiscing about the past, lit two cigarettes with a lighter, just like they had smoked in a traffic trench when there was no one around.

Then the two men looked at the red-hot southern sky.

"Let's hurry up."

"That's right, the officers and gentlemen are just going crazy."

They made the same decision, and then began to urge their subordinates.