The smaller the target, the less eye-catching it is, Zhang Jiaming is too big!

The small cellar doesn't provide a lot of space, but it's enough for a few people to hide in, with the caveat that it's a good place for murder, or to do something that no one else knows. Under the dim oil lamp, Zhang Jiaming, leaning obliquely against a pillar, pulled out the dagger from the sheath, and easily twisted its handle on a wooden table, making it rotate continuously, and at the same time, looking at the position of the two lurkers who had hidden their figures behind a wooden stake and seemed to be satisfied with their disguise.

"Some of the stench is very clear, just like a rotting corpse in the sun, you don't need to play this trick, come out!" Retracting his gaze, Zhang Jiaming also inserted the dagger into the scabbard, both of which made the two types of candidates in the room very uneasy, and his actions made the other party seem to be able to breathe a sigh of air, and soon, under the gaze of Zhang Jiaming and the member of the Silver Hand who took the initiative to contact in front, two other strange strangers appeared from the shadows.

"Would you like me to introduce myself first? Two uninvited friends? Smiling slightly, Zhang Jiaming leaned against a pillar, his eyes flashing with uncertain brilliance.

"I'm Edmund Silverhand, CEO of the Silver Hand. Duku. Lord Shabal, I have slain a thousand beasts as filthy as you, you better show me some respect, even if you provoke me again, I will make you regret being born in this world! The first thing that appeared in the shadows was a scar-faced man with a cool face, time left many terrible marks on his face, and the experience of many deaths and lives made this old soldier full of confidence and confidence in both temperament and skills, his gray hair was shaved into a neat and neat style, and his sharp gaze like a knife did not show weakness to Zhang Jiaming's lazy gaze - he was a man, and he was also a tough guy who had grown up in war, Zhang Jiaming secretly appreciated it in his heart.

He was dressed in a light linen-colored leather armor jacket, the style was not outrageous, he was very familiar with the Holy Sect sergeants outside, as a spy, or a spy, such an outfit was not outrageous, and it was not easy to be found in the crowd, there was a cowhide buckle hanging on the back and left shoulder of the neck of the coat, which should be the same as an armed belt, a burqa - completely in the style of the Holy Cult Army, which well covered the various weapons hanging on it, and there was no extra metal defensive armor, A proper image of an assassin who is very sure of his skills.

The other ambusher is awe-inspiring, a one-eyed warrior, a woman, and most impressively, a black man! Her outfit is basically the same as the former, except that there are two sharp short swords on her back.

The best feats of a respectable warrior are not those lifeless medals, but the scars on his body that are daunting at first sight! Looking closely, there were as many as five staggered knife marks on the woman's face, and these terrible scars like the overlapping terraces showed an irregular trajectory like an impression painting, distorting the once beautiful face of this warrior, and at the same time, it also showed that this person had many terrifying experiences of close contact with death, if it weren't for the burqa and leather armor that covered her sturdy body well, Zhang Jiaming guessed that the battle marks on her body were enough to make every senior young veteran under her self feel ashamed.

A woman, a black woman, a cold-blooded warrior who is so good that people are in awe!

Zhang Jiaming restrained his disdain for the first time, his face became solemn, and at the same time, he stood up upright and strengthened his detection ability: the characters who can evade the dual detection methods of his olfactory system and heart pulse perception system must not be underestimated!

As a woman, the warrior who seemed to be a foil had no extra words, and her cold tone was as suffocating as his indifferent eyes: "Lingma! ”

"Good, good, two friends coming here must have something that interests me, trade? Yes! This friend has already mentioned it once, let me hear what you have to say. Zhang Jiaming didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense, even if the opponent attacked him first, he had to show non-hostility first, and diplomacy was like this, although Zhang Jiaming felt very cumbersome.

The three silver-handed people did not make any extra movements, and the hands that represented the vigilance slowly left the sharp weapons on their waists because of the relaxed atmosphere, Zhang Jiaming believed that as long as necessary, these dexterous and powerful wrists would quickly pull out their weapons and face each other.

"We know who you are, the Great Leader of the Southern Regime, and we know about your organization....", after a long silence, the guy who claimed to be Lord Edmund said slowly.

"Well, you have the advantage of intelligence!" Zhang Jiaming pulled out the dagger with a hand speed that ordinary people could not see, and lightly removed the beard that had just grown out of his chin, and his action caused a wave of uneasiness from the opponent less than three meters away on the opposite side. "And I, on the other hand, have a ...... Less than fifty dared to attack my men .... Uh, hostages! Yes, yes, it's a hostage, and I'm sure my torture officer will soon be able to pry out what I want, after all, there aren't many people who can be absolutely loyal. With a 100% sincere smile, after teasing the other party's nervous nerves, Zhang Jiaming put the dagger back to its original place again, and easily crossed his hands, observing the expression on the other side that began to distort with anger.

It was clear that the silver hand felt that it was falling into the upper hand.

"Let's put it this way, you trespassed into my borders and attacked my men without declaring war, and I could have killed you all in such a serious invasion!" This time, Zhang Jiaming, who controlled the initiative in the negotiations, continued to tease the opponent in a smug tone: "So, I suggest that for the sake of everyone's good, and for the safety of your captured brothers and sisters, you had better listen to my advice!" ”

Watching others eat deflated is a pleasing thing to the eye, Zhang Jiaming is in a much better mood!

"So, let's hear what the Great Leader has to offer us... Suggestion! The Lord's gray eyes did not leave Zhang Jiaming's figure at all, he was wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform, he turned his back to his hands, and after emphasizing the last two words, he looked at Zhang Jiaming more intently.

Gently waving his hand, making a move that made the other party very confused, jumping backwards and opening up a short safe distance, Zhang Jiaming jumped on the thick benzene table made of camphor wood trees next to him, and looked down at the three of them: "Don't play small actions, I can see it, I can also know your careful thoughts, what a good opportunity, the opportunity to annihilate the great leader of the hostile forces in one fell swoop!" ”

The lord's cold sweat had already come down, and the posture of his back hand just now was actually sending a secret signal to the two accomplices, and the fingers behind his back showed his intention to attack and kill the other party to his partner! The other party actually noticed it!

"Do you want me to warn you? I'm not here alone, hehe! Saying this, in the shadows of the corner of the house, in a burst of low and powerful roars, four huge black shadows had begun to expand continuously, and began to occupy every place in this narrow room that could be covered by the lights with their own huge area!

The four werewolves, all of whom were members of the Night Hunters, had already secretly infiltrated this place under Zhang Jiaming's instructions.

"That's not all!" Zhang Jiaming hid his figure deep into the shadows, leaving only a pair of green wolf pupils staring at the prey, and his voice became rough and wild: "Look at my comrades-in-arms, they may be able to let me know your strength!" ”

This cellar was converted from a small underground parking lot, with an area of less than 70 square meters, where could something else be hidden?

Behind the approaching four werewolves, rows of green pupils lit up again! Wolves!

No, the dogs, after entering this base, Zhang Jiaming used his ability to contact the few mastiffs here - all of them were used by the Holy Sect military guards and patrols, and after hearing the call of the master, these big dogs were all summoned and entered this cellar! The narrow place is packed up all at once!

"Who will be the first to be nervous about the mysterious disappearance of the dogs?" The grinning Zhang Jiaming continued to tease the three silver hands: "My men and I will retreat with all our bodies, leaving behind a dog corpse..... Even if you have a big reason, you can't explain it to their master, right? As he spoke, a large group of giant dogs had already occupied the original attack position of the werewolf, as if in response to the words of their masters, these hideous giant beasts had begun to scrape the ground impatiently, letting out a low roar!

"I believe that your strength will not be killed by a pack of dogs, but I also believe that you will be driven out of the gate by a group of Holy Cult soldiers who saw their dogs slaughtered!" Zhang Jiaming smiled, the four werewolves quickly escaped from the cellar and disappeared into the darkness, and at the same time, there was already a faint sound of panicked shouts from soldiers and sirens calling others on the ground! "Good night, fools of the silver hand, remember to be honest the next time you talk, even though I would love to kill you!" With an ambiguous smile, Zhang Jiaming disappeared behind the dogs, and the door of the cellar rang at the end, and then, everyone in the cellar heard a quiet voice: "Spy, here is a spy, damn traitor killed our patrol dog!" Get them! ”