The door slowly opened, bringing up a cloud of dust, the noise and scolding stopped abruptly, and several middle-aged men who were screaming a second ago closed their mouths, and their eyes were all staring at the man who pushed the door in.

The man laughed and touched his little goatee, and what he was carrying in his hand was nothing else, it was Ozkaya's bloody head, which rolled all the way to the center of the lobby without the man's hand, and the middle-aged men who usually had smallpox on their mouths were so frightened that they all hid behind the tables and chairs when they saw the real dead man's head at this moment, only the boy sitting in the center of the hall did not change his face, and he didn't even move his toes.

"What is this?" The boy asked nonsense in his childish voice.

"Ozkaya, can't you see it?" The man shrugged his shoulders and picked up a chair and sat down.

"You killed him?" The boy asked another nonsense.

"It's me, we killed it."

"Then why did you kill him?" The boy's questions never seemed to end.

"Because I want to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?"

a day ago.

"You're saying the organization called Botong is nestled in a small alley?" Aemon asked, following Woburn's example, sipping a cigar

"Yes, about fifteen people, but I didn't look at Ozkaya." Rorian tugged at the clothes on her body, she always felt that this dress was not as comfortable as her previous trench coat.

"Then what are you waiting for, I'll just go alone." Aemon chuckled, slapped the table, picked up the useless shotgun, and before he could step out of the door, he was stopped by the scorching night.

"I advise you to keep the money, the coffins here are not cheap."

"What do you mean by that? Oh, I can't handle nine yet."

"You don't even think about it, why has Ozkaya been able to fight against the Academy of Horror for so long? And you haven't been too deliberate to hide your position? Rorian pursed her mouth, and she sat on the sofa and talked like a rich lady's daughter.

"Uhhhh

"They don't know where the materials from Kiang came from, and they make their own weapons, remember what I told you? Ozkaya alone slaughtered five sorcerers. Burning Night yawned, poured a cup of tea, and sat down next to Rorian, looking as laid-back as he could.

"What's going on?"

"I still have to come quietly, that alley is occupied by them, and there are only fifteen of them, and they can't manage so many places, and they rely on roaring to report the news, as long as they get rid of the lookout, the people inside will be easy to deal with."

That night, it was cloudless and the moonlight was terrifying, but no brainkiller or thief would choose to do it tonight, Burning Night was not a brainless person, but he knew that if he tried to take Ozkaya's head after tonight, it would be more than twice as difficult.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, a normal person would not have believed that nine young men six feet tall would come out of a dark and narrow alley, and the nine men pretended to be walking casually to a black child, and the child handed a note to the man who took the lead, and the man waited for the child to leave, just glanced at the note and began to walk with the person like south.

The man's time to walk around was definitely not short, and seeing that he was about to walk from the head of the island to the end of the island, the man's footsteps stopped, and he did not hesitate at all, and pushed open the black wooden door in front of him.

Inside the wooden gate is a dilapidated small courtyard, but unlike other courtyards, there are black iron boxes in this courtyard, but there is not even a guard, the man casually called two little brothers who look a little pleasing to the eye to guard the gate, and the others began to move boxes out, they always act separately along the way, and they go to the streets and alleys, plus the security on this island is only maintained by a few sorcerers sent by the School of Magic, so what can they do?

But this time, I'm afraid the road is not as peaceful as usual, and they didn't expect that three murderous and ruthless characters would take all their every move into their eyes on the roof of a building not far away.

"Rorian is responsible for three, I'm in charge of three, Aemon you are responsible for killing those two goalkeepers, remember to install a silencer, don't leave the one inside to be useful." The scorching night commanded to turn into a wisp of black smoke and disperse.

It had not been a month since Azeroth joined Botong, and it was the first time he had walked at night with a suitcase, but fortunately the moonlight was bright tonight, and there was no fear in his heart when he hummed a little song, until he saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the path blocking his way.

"This brother, can you move the ground a little, brother, I will travel at night, accommodating." Azeroth smirked that he didn't want to make a mess the first time he came out to do something.

"Hmph." Burning Night chuckled and dissipated, but before Azeroth could cry out in fear, a cold dagger was placed around his neck, and it seemed that the legendary weapon that could kill the sorcerer was not yet on him.

"Don't, don't, don't! Brother, can't I give money? Azeroth dropped the box and pulled out his wallet, he still knew the truth.

Burning Night counted and put away the bills, "Okay, you can die." ”

"Wait, wait, wait! You didn't say you took the money and..."

"Uh... When did I say that? As soon as the words fell, the short sword in his hand sliced through the arteries of Azeroth.

"One."

"One? Well, I'm overestimating you, two to one. Rorian's voice was extremely steady, not at all like he had killed someone.

Before Emon could finish half his cigarette, the news of six heads falling to the ground reached his ears from the communicator, and it took him less than two seconds to aim at the target and pull the trigger before the man at the door fell to the ground from the bullet that had been fired into the head, and the other man followed in the footsteps of his companion without even having a chance to scream.

"I'm done here."

"Very good, guard the man in the hospital, don't let him come out."

Lauros, who was staying in the yard, had just finished smoking a cigar when he pushed the door open and saw only the corpse lying on the ground and the black muzzle of the gun, "Who are you?" ”

"You can call us... Dad" suddenly appeared on the eaves of the burning night carrying a small pot and drinking a small tea, not at all like he came to extract a confession.

"Tell me, where's Ozkaya?" Aemon got straight to the point, and he didn't want to delay in this session.

"Do you think I'll tell you?" Loros squeezed out a smile and spat in Aamon's face.

Aemon just wanted to stretch out his fist but was stopped by Scorching Night, "Don't get excited, leave this matter to Rorian." ”

Rorien stood up and walked into the courtyard with the man's mouth covered, and the courtyard door closed without making a sound, until Rolian came out again, and the interval was not longer than a cigarette.

"He said, the box is full of raw materials for Ozcaya's weapons, his weapon is extremely expensive, the purpose of this move is to produce this weapon in large quantities, and Ozkaya is in the house deep in the alley, he usually hides in the basement, if you want to enter the basement, you have to know the password of the secret door, fortunately, the idiot inside knows the password, three digits, 763." Rorian wiped the blood on his hands and said, it seems that the man inside is a bad luck.