This is a term that is only circulated in a small area.

There are too many killers in Apocalypse City, and there are many people who need to hire killers, but the communication between the two needs to have a certain channel, and employers will hardly meet with killers directly, which is a basic truth. As a result, the Killer Guild in Apocalypse City came into being. No one knows who the president of the Killer Guild is, and some even speculate that he is a big figure in the Dynasty's military department or the Inquisition, but there is no way to confirm it. Some people may know, but those who know know how to shut up, or have been taught to shut up.

The Killer Guild divides recorded killers into Whiteblade, Clearcoat, Blackthorn, and Bloody Glove. Whiteblades are the junk on the street who are just starting out in the industry and only know how to stab them in the back – and in the eyes of the rest of the union, the word "waste" lives up to its name. Kiyoi is not a killer to be precise, but their intelligence network is an indispensable help to other killers. Blackthorns are masters of superior ability, and the number of Blood Gloves is the least, referring to those elites who are not too high-level, but extremely powerful. Also known as the Stalkers of the Shadows, the Blood Gloves are a nightmare for the nobles of Apocalypse. Because the Bloody Gloves are not of high rank, they are often overlooked, but their ability to kill with one hit makes their mission completion rate much higher than that of other categories.

Before the age of ten, Austin often hunted lone beasts on the edge of the wasteland alone, and after turning on the source power at the age of ten, he met Old Bear through the introduction of Old Wolf, the liaison of the Killer Society.

In the time that followed, Austin spent two years making a lot of fame in Apocalypse City, and a few years becoming a Blood Gauntlet. During this period, he was betrayed by Lao Xiong as an outcast in the big operation, but escaped from the ambush, of course, this ambush was definitely not aimed at him, this was the beginning of his grudge with Lao Xiong, and he also had many partners - to be precise, just cooperation, no partners.

Sycamore is one of them.

Lonely sycamore.

Sycamore, of course, is just his nickname – or, as he puts it, his stage name. He left his family and called himself a troubadour, but he did the business of killing people with money. According to him, "Sycamore" was taken from a poem in the Far East, which he saw in his family's canon when he was very young.

He had always been a loner, and once again he met Austin on a mission. Unfortunately, the two lone wanderers in the dark did not immediately sympathize with each other, but were wary of each other.

Austin's ruthlessness in the wasteland since he was a child frightened Sycamore, and the strength brought by Sycamore's talent as a blood clan has always haunted Austin's heart.

And in Austin's opinion, Sycamore has always been a troublesome guy.

Wutong's face has always maintained that elegant but inexplicably disgusting smile, seeing that Austin never withdrew the silver blade between his fingers, he shrugged helplessly, raised his hands and pressed down again, and said, "I just gave you one thing back, why should you be so vigilant?"

With that, Sycamore pulled out a pistol from behind him. The pistol is different from the refinement of the firearms of the blood clan itself, extremely rough, and the only point is that it is stable and durable, and at first glance it is a home-made firearm of the human race.

Davix recognized at a glance that this was the pistol he lost in the corridor, which was specially made for him by a craftsman in the town after he opened the elemental ability, most of the elemental abilities need to continue the source power, and the pistol that can be activated at any time is another guarantee for the life of the supernatural who majored in the elemental system. After that, the pistol accompanied him for almost four years. In a hurry to get out of the darkness, Davix didn't pick it up immediately, but now the thing appeared in Sycamore's hand.

"What's in your hand?" Davix asked, taking the pistol that Sycamore had thrown.

At this moment, Gwenny's hoarse voice rang out: "You are the one who peeps at us in the dark?"

Sycamore glanced at Gwenny and then turned to Davix, but this time his gaze was mostly mocking.

Davix consciously lowered Gwennie's head, they were all young and vigorous, and his face couldn't help but turn gloomy, and he was about to say something, but he heard Austin's stern reprimand: "Waste! A simple look makes you feel estranged?"

Davix was immediately startled, and suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help but show a look of horror.

"I can't blame him," Gwenny said again, "The spirit system's second-order ability inspiration, coupled with the unique charm talent of the blood clan, is indeed unguardable. ”

"Yo, that's good, it seems that you are much better than the guy next to you who is neither male nor female. Sycamore laughed.

Davix was on guard this time, and he only felt as if he had been pressed by something, but he was still able to remain clear, not as angry as he was just now.

Austin knew that although he broke Wutong's casual temptation to discord with one sentence, hearing too many such words would always plant the seeds of resentment in his heart, and sneered: "Gwennie's innate ability insight, the great enhancement of spiritual power and the induction of source power make it easy for him to see through your intentions; The two have different talents, and they can't be generalized. ”

These two sentences are both an explanation for Sycamore and an attempt to remove the thorn in Davix's heart. Davix knew in his heart and secretly felt grateful.

Wutong waved his hands exaggeratedly and said, "Mr. Austin, I didn't mean to offend your partner just now! ”

Austin was a little shorter than Sycamore, and after listening to Sycamore's words, his face rose slightly, and the fierceness in his eyes was long gone, replaced by an idiotic gaze. The expression seemed to say, "Ghosts don't believe what you say."

Wutong didn't seem to see Austin's expression, and continued: "Actually, I'm here to form an alliance with you. Look, the Sunset Eagle is here, so is the Black and White Companion, oh my God, so is Tariviko the Brilliant Light! How about we join forces? One more person and one more guarantee, right?"

Austin's face was still the same as that of a clever joker when he saw a clumsy clown performance, and replied, "No problem, we will have the most sincere friendship between us—"

Wutong laughed, not caring about how sincere Austin's words were. To be honest, he knew that when he made this invitation, he didn't have any sincerity. Sincerity, for the killer who enters the lower town, is as much a luxury as trust.

When he saw that when Austin completely dominated the situation and ignored the opinions of his companions, Gwenny unconsciously clenched his fists, and Sycamore showed a hint of an unknown smile.

Then, Wutong asked, "Since there is the most sincere one as a guarantee, can I take a few steps forward and speak?"

"Of course," Austin replied, playing with the silver blade of his fingertips, "I've never limited the distance between you and me, it's you who have always backed away in the face of us. ”

Wutong was stunned, and the good mood that had just succeeded in the little trick suddenly disappeared.