When there was an explosion in the door, Colin held a gun in his right hand, pushed the door with his left shoulder, he quickly glanced at the right side he was facing and then took two steps to the right, the team member behind him glanced at Colin's left blind spot: "Safety." He then leaned against the wall on the left and began to move as he pointed his gun at the hallway.

Colin took the shock bomb thrown by the team members who followed him, and glanced at the team members leaning against the wall, who nodded: "The corridor is safe." ”

The two team members who followed in walked to the counter and dragged the innkeeper out of the counter, who was still in a daze, and the other halfling turned over, first picking up a small folio and flipping it through, and then checking the counter.

Soon, a shotgun, a revolver, and two grenades were flipped out of the shadows.

"Shotguns and revolvers are civilian weapons, what's the matter with this thing?" Colin gave his place to the team and walked up to the young boss.

The latter was silent and silent.

Colin pulled out the nail gun from his waist: "Young sir, you still have ten seconds to think about who you are, how this thing came about, whether the assassin is on the rooftop." ”

The young man snorted.

One of the team members came over and gave him a shot with the butt of his gun.

Colin pulled the firing pin of the nail gun, and he pointed the gun at the young man: "You have five seconds left." ”

The young man was silent.

Colin eventually pulled the trigger.

The two team members who were restraining the young man let go of their hands, and the lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Hard-mouthed guys are the most dangerous." The middle-aged man on the team said this, and he walked over and patted Colin on the shoulder: "Remember, we don't have much time to hesitate, let's move on." ”

"Well, let's go."

Colin wiped his nose, put the gun back in holster, and switched positions with the player who was stuck on the side of the hallway wall, the team member leaning against the wall nodded, and Colin led the team into the hallway.

At the first door, the halfling team member glanced at the keyhole and made a gesture of security.

Colin moved on, and he raised his hand in front of the second goal.

The halfling walked up to the door and was about to look at the keyhole when a shot from inside sprayed the halfling across the hallway - a shotgun pierced the wooden door, tearing the halfling apart.

Colin grabbed the offensive grenade from the team's waist, pulled the tab and threw it in.

Another gnome leaned into Colin's feet, slipped his shotgun into the broken part of the wooden door and pulled the trigger.

When the explosion in the door ended, Colin pushed the door open and looked at the middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood, and finally he pulled the trigger on him who was still alive.

The third door was pulled open, and the gnome pushed Colin into the room, and he fell to the ground, but the human team behind him was not so lucky, he was hit by the shotgun and covered the wound in the abdomen, and as he was about to fall to the ground, he noticed another shotgun sticking out of the door, so he turned around and shot him again as a shield for his teammates.

The dwarf scrambled to hit the shotgun and the hand holding it with the guy in his hand before the second barrel of the shotgun was fired.

Another dwarf ran past him as fast as he could, catching the grenade with the safety ring drawn from behind, and sliding through the doorway and dropping it in.

Using their dead teammates as shields on their left shoulders, the dwarves raised their large-caliber rifles and headshot the bastards who burst out of the door at the end of the hallway.

The dwarf, who was lying on the ground, pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger on the other guy.

The gnome who slid through the door scuffled with a dog.

Colin leaned in front of the door, and the crisis management prevented him from leaning out in the first place, so he dodged the bombardment of the shotgun, and then he reached out and shot into the door, emptying a magazine in one go.

The dwarf, who managed to break the dog's neck, got up, caught the revolver and grenade thrown by his teammates lying in the corner, pulled the safety ring, and threw the grenade in.

He didn't notice that a human covered in blood rushed out of the door behind him.

Shots rang out.

His teammate, who had been leaning against the wall, killed the guy, and then he slid his butt to the ground: "I was shot!" He covered his abdomen.

"Old Jack is dead!" The dwarf pushed the corpse off his shoulder, leaned against the other side of the corridor, and holding the gun, he turned on the flashlight under the muzzle, and the dwarf finally saw the situation inside the door at this time: "Dead, damn it, it's a half-big girl." ”

"She killed Lin and almost killed Ryuhikin." The therapist in the hallway, who was covering the wounds of his fallen teammate, threw away the bandage roll in his hand: "Damn! ”

"This is just the proof that this is a safe house for the Assassins." Colin walked to the door and looked at the deceased who had been blown off half of his forehead: "Tell the follow-up team that we need support, and ...... Tell the Church of War that we need to do a joint action on the next target. ”

One on the first floor died three seriously injured two, how to fight.

With that, Colin noticed the little bat hanging from the ceiling.

Is it an animal companion...... The Assassin upstairs looked like he had spotted them.

What a headache for the opponents, how did the tin cans of the Just Church play back and forth with the state religion assassins of the Eastern Kingdoms.

Thinking of this, Colin pulled out the nail gun on his waist and nailed the bat to the ceiling.

………………

Donald, who was on the rooftop, withdrew his attention from the scope - the animal at his disposal died.

What's wrong downstairs, how did that bat he deliberately disguised as an animal companion die?

It's impossible for the young man and his teammates to touch it, and since that's the case, then ...... It should be that an uninvited guest is coming.

It's really a bad year.

With this resentment in mind, Donald turned and crouched down to the cover of the rooftop passageway, placed a dynamite trap board on it, and hung the tripwire aside, and anyone who tried to open it would eat an explosion from overhead.

Then he returned to the firing position and glanced at the time on his pocket watch.

Normally, the target will enter the plaza in two minutes...... Time is running out for both hunters and prey.

………………

Casaman walked around the corner and looked at the plaza not far ahead...... Ah, the square, it's really a very distant memory, I remember when I was very young, he and she would often come to the square to play, and the fountain was always cooler than other places.

Now the square is still there, the fountain is still working, but the people have changed.

Human beings have been a living set of numbers since ancient times.

With regret for his past, Casaman walked a few steps, and then found that the beggar who had been begging at the entrance of the alley was gone.

Strangely, Casaman took a few more steps, and then noticed the slightest smell of blood.

He looked around, and finally saw a hapless gentleman with a bloody face sitting on the side of the street, and someone else talking about something around him.

Was it robbed? Or was it scraped down by a carriage?

Cassaman's heart breathed a sigh of relief—because the smell of blood just now was the smell of human blood.

There are countless secrets hidden in the scent, and those who cannot understand it will one day pay for it.

Casaman thought of this and moved on.

As he was about to enter the square area, a carriage slowed down beside him.

"Sir, you've lost your things." A familiar voice rang out around him.

Casaman looked up and saw Marin, as well as the small paper bag in his hand.

Don't pass by here, there is a gunman on the other side of the square, who has come to kill another Casaman.

Marin's whisper rang in his ears as he pointed to the large mall on the side of the road.

Entering, you can use the cover of the mall to walk directly through the square.

"Thank you." Casaman took the handbag that Marin handed him.

"You're welcome." The carriage moved on.

Casaman went into the mall without looking back, picked out a trench coat, and then plunged into the locker room, pulling out a small roll of banknotes, about a hundred, and a short-barreled revolver from his paper bag.

After checking the bullet, Casaman tucked it into the left side of his waist, then pushed open the door to the locker room and nodded to the waiter: "I'm very satisfied with this one." ”

While paying, he noticed a person.

A very ordinary Sidney Southerner.

They had seen Casaman when he was going downstairs, and at that time at Casaman's door, he was shining his shoes across the road.

Then they met at the crossroads, when Casaman was buying a newspaper while he was talking across the road with a red-skinned Sardinian man.

And now, they meet again.

Casaman smiled and took the shopping bag, paid for it, and then glanced at the pocket watch in his hand with some nonchalanticism.

Twenty-four minutes before the start of the meeting.

It's a long time, Kassameman.

He stepped along, marching through the shopping districts to the rhythm of the mall's band, glancing at himself in front of the mirror to identify the one behind him.

Stopping in front of the cooking utensils area, he saw the one from the surface of the rusty pot that was bright enough to illuminate a person.

Finally, Casaman walked through the drink area, took a glass of sweet water to taste, and found the one in the transparent view behind him.

Gulping it down, Casaman walked out of the mall, into the alley, and quickly disappeared from the sight of his trackers.

The latter chased into the alley and walked inside for a long time, but failed to find his target.

As he looked around, Casaman slowly emerged from the shadows behind him, along with the dagger in his hand.

The undercover agent sighed when the cold blade pierced his back, when the young man lost strength in the struggle, when Casaman pulled out his dagger, then slit open the young man's cuffs, and saw the tattoo of the Book of Knowledge on his shoulder.

The archbishop was already suspicious of him...... No, no, Mr. Marin may have noticed that there was a killer who wanted to kill the guy who was stiffened by Casaman, but Casaman knew that the killer's next mission was either to kill him or to kill him.

The archbishop of the Episcopal Sect of Knowledge has decided to kill him.

"It's a real headache."

Throwing the dagger over his suit and wiping it clean, Casaman took off the blazer, covered it over the young man's face, and then went to the corner, picked up the shopping bag, took the trench coat from inside, cut off the logo, and put it on.

Walking out of the alley, Cassaman glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, which was seven minutes away from the meeting.

Glancing at Fort Carter City Hall, where the meeting was taking place not far away, Cassaman was once again in the middle of the crowd.

Walking past the patrol, past the newspaper vendors, past the couple in love, past the old people walking next to each other, and standing in front of the city hall, the lawyer Cassaman took off his hat to the police officer standing at the door, and greeted them in the standard Central Trip accent: "Good afternoon, Mr. police officer, I am Cassaman." Then he handed over the proof.

"I'm here for this afternoon's meeting."

The two officers checked the certificate and then stepped out of the way, one of whom smiled, "Welcome to Fort Carter, Mr. Casaman Sarrien." ”