Just when Gong Bing was sweeping the undead cavalry alone, in a seven-story building hundreds of meters away, two men in black suits were standing in front of the window of a room on the sixth floor, looking in the direction of Gong Bing.

The two were of similar height, with the dark-skinned one being stronger, and the rest being much whiter in comparison.

At this time, beside them, a middle-aged man sat in the corner with his head drooping, his bloodstained body twitching occasionally, and let out a low moan from time to time.

"Docberg, did you see what happened over there?" The black-faced man asked with his arms crossed over to his companion.

"Of course I saw such a big movement." Docberg replied faintly, and from the tone of his voice, he didn't seem to have much interest in what was happening in the distance.

"It's rare to see a martial artist who isn't afraid of firearms, this guy won't be a heavenly rank." The black-faced man said with a smile, his hands propped up on the windowsill, as if he wanted to see more clearly, when Gong Bing happened to kick a veteran into the air.

"I said Link, just like a third-level ability, do you think that Heavenly Rank Martial Artists can be seen everywhere like weeds on the side of the road? Looking at the appearance of that young man, I am afraid that he is not even twenty years old, how can he be a heaven-level martial artist, he has not even practiced his internal qi, let alone quasi-heaven-level. Dockberg retracted his gaze, turned around and shook his head.

"Maybe you're right, but I haven't seen a warrior as capable as him, maybe... He's also a Stranger? Blackface Link was noncommittal to his companion's statement, tugging at his blood-red tie and saying, glancing at Gong Bing one last time, and turning away as well.

"That young man is not beastified, you and I can see very clearly, the beast ability under normal conditions, in the face of that kind of firepower, even if he has the second-level peak strength, it is impossible to be unharmed, so he is definitely not an ability." Dockberg couldn't do anything about his companion's thoughts, so he replied, "Maybe he put a few body armor under his clothes, maybe he's a secret martial genius, but what does it have to do with us?" Link! We're not here to see a play. ”

Seeing that his friend was angry, Link raised his hands in surrender.

He came to his companion's side, put his hand on the other's shoulder, and asked, "So, why did this guy from the Black Sun Gang come to Green Town at such a time?" There's no oil and water in this kind of small place, don't they usually look down on it? ”

The two have been partners for many years since they joined the Scarlet Council's adjudication team, and they are arguably more familiar with each other than their families.

Interrogation and torture have always been entrusted to Dockberg, and he is good at this kind of thing.

So Link always came to inquire about the results after it was over.

"I don't know, it sounds like they're going to make a big move in Green Town, at least that's what this guy's superiors told him, but he doesn't know what it is.

Apparently he's a dead errand runner, and he's only here to hand over something, but before the connector can show up, this unlucky guy ran into us. Dockberg kicked the middle-aged man on the ground, and the latter's body moved, and the chains on his arms made a grinding sound.

Link didn't ask what the deal was, he wasn't interested in that at all.

It's nothing more than powder, guns, or anything illegal and contraband, don't gangsters love to do these things? In his opinion, these people are the dregs of society, and there is no way for them to have more new ideas in their minds.

"Actually, none of this matters, according to the intelligence, this guy only had contact with Sierra not long ago." Docberg continued.

"Do you know something?"

"I wish I could know something, as I said, this guy is just an errand boy, and the contact with Sierra was just sent to deliver a small envelope to Serra."

"Envelopes? It sounds suspicious, I thought someone was helping Sierra in private, and now it seems that it was the Black Sun Gang. Link grinned, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said malicefully.

"It's not that simple." Dockberg stared at the middle-aged man and said, the latter groaned unconsciously, still unconscious: "The Black Sun Gang is just a bridge, there are other people behind it, otherwise an ordinary gang would not be able to know the information of so many secret abilities, and it will not do them any good to do so." ”

Hearing Dockberg's words, Link seemed to hear something.

The room was dim, only the faint light from the street lamps, and there were still gunshots in the distance, and it seemed that the battle was not over.

"Forget it, don't worry so much, we already have the news from the ruling, Serra will be coming to Greentown today and tomorrow, all we have to do now is think about how to welcome our old friend." Without waiting for Link to say anything, Docberg pressed the black hat on his head and preemptively spoke, hiding his bare eyebrows.

"I hope the news is right this time, the wrong information from the institute has made us pounce several times, and that guy from Sierra is still alive and well." Link touched his right cheek, where there was a slightly larger scar that stretched from his right eye to his chin, and he said with a solemn expression, not knowing who was angry.

Docberg, who was about to leave the room, stood in front of the door and turned around, just in time to see his companion's movements.

"What's wrong? Does the wound that Sierra left you last time still hurt? ”

"The wound doesn't hurt, it's here that hurts, but it's dripping blood all the time." Link pointed to his chest, anger in his tone.

"Don't worry my friend, trust me, you'll have a chance."

Then the two closed their mouths and stopped talking, leaving the unconscious middle-aged man, leaving the distant gunfire behind him and leaving the room without looking back.

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In the restaurant, the wall cabinets and bar counters that were originally placed around the restaurant were all stacked in front of the gate as shelters.

The Prairie Hunters tried to storm the restaurant, but each time they were stopped by Alice's guards who risked their lives to resist, and one accidentally injured one of his companions.

In addition to the armed guards on Alice's side, there are also two secret warriors who have just been hired for a short time, and their marksmanship is just so-so, but they are still a little capable in terms of fists and feet, especially in a small space like a restaurant, once the restaurant was almost broken into by the other party, and it still relied on the two warriors to punch and kick the enemy back.

In addition to the gate, there are also enemies blocking the back door, maybe I didn't expect this situation to happen, the enemy only brought ordinary grenades and did not prepare shock bombs or gas bombs, otherwise Alice and they would have been wiped out.

However, the actual situation was not much better, under the fierce attack of the enemy, their already small ammunition was very depleted, if no more reinforcements appeared, they could only pray that the police would come sooner.

"Alice, seeing that this situation is difficult to hold anymore, we probably won't be able to wait for reinforcements to come, remember to listen to my command later, follow me closely, and I'll take you out." Marwa said to Alice, who was a little disgraced, with a very serious expression.

"I see, don't worry, Sister Marwa." Alice looked quite calm, and didn't say anything like I don't care about me, you go by yourself, but simply nodded, she knew that the enemy's goal was herself from beginning to end, and she would not stop if she didn't turn her into a corpse.

Both of them were hiding behind the cashier in the innermost part of the restaurant, and their men were scattered at the front and back doors, each with a color hanging, and all of them had injuries of varying severity, although they were trying to fight back, but under the enemy's firepower, the defense line was precarious, and there was a possibility of being broken at any time.