The night before Benjamin and his party moved into their new home. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Inside one of the clandestine strongholds of the "Crow".

"Boss, shall we start tonight?"

In the dim light, Bernard bent over, glanced at the heads on the table, and asked Jessica a little nervously.

Berner joined the Ravens early on, making him the oldest member of the gang. But Berner himself is not old, he is only in his thirties, and he is still in the prime of his career for a street thug.

Sometimes, he thinks that's what makes him Jessica's henchman.

As early as Jessica's father was still alive and Jessica was not their eldest, Berner was already a member of the "Crows". In other words, he has been here since he was a teenager and has witnessed the chaos and change of this gang.

This is not a common thing.

Generally speaking, the professional life of a gangster is only three years. No matter how unruly the debauchery is, after three years of polishing, he will either die in some unknown sewer, or he should wake up, change his mind, and return to their glamorous normal life. Only a handful of people like Berner would stay in the rat nest and survive.

Berner also wanted to change, but he was used to this kind of life, and he couldn't find the so-called normal in the world.

"Well, it's tonight. Jessica wrapped the head in cloth and put it in Bernard's hand with a smile, "Johnny hasn't shown up, the Eagles are just starting to get suspicious, and this is the perfect time." ”

Bernard suddenly felt a pressure, nodded, took the head, and didn't dare to say anything.

Since becoming the leader of the "Ravens", Jessica has done things even more ruthlessly than her father. The thugs' awe of her is not for nothing, even Berner shuddered whenever he saw Jessica's gentle smile.

It's just that......

"Boss, you...... Are you really planning to unite with a mage?" hesitated, but as the most valued henchman, Berner still opened his mouth and said.

"It's not that I'm going to do it, but I've done it. Jessica looked at the flickering oil lamp on the table, not knowing what to think.

"But...... In this way, there is no turning back. Berner lowered his head and said with a slight heaviness, "If that mage is deceiving us, or...... Or it didn't take long for our relationship with the mage to come to light......"

As soon as she said this, Jessica suddenly turned her head and interrupted him.

"Bernard. She smiled sweetly, looked him in the eye, and said, "There was no turning back for us." ”

Berner was stunned.

Then, he was silent and nodded.

In the darkness of the night, Riley City looked like the corpse of a dragon that had been hollowed out. Like a fly on a corpse that no one paid attention to, Berner quietly left their stronghold, dressed as a thief and holding his head wrapped in black cloth.

Along the gloomy streets, he cautiously touched the largest stronghold of the "Eagles".

It was nearly midnight, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street, and there was not a single light shining through the closed doors and windows. The sky was overcast, and the only thing that could light the way was the memory in Bernard's heart.

-- He had been going back and forth countless times through these streets, and he could walk all the way through them even with his eyes closed.

In this way, after avoiding a few night patrols, Berner came to the door of the stronghold of the "Eagles" after ten minutes.

It looked like a small inn, with dirty mud stains on the door plate. But Berner was well aware that no one was going to live in it, unless it was the Eagles' own people, or the targets they wanted to target. Every time the two gangs fought, the "Eagles" also gathered from here.

In Jessica's words, this is the spiritual symbol of the grandchildren.

Coming here, Berner cautiously observed his surroundings. Checking that no one had spotted him, he stepped forward, opened the cloth bag, and with some manipulation, hung Johnny's head on the most conspicuous drying rack along the window of the inn.

Once he had hung it up, he took out a small blood-stained hat from his pocket and carefully placed it on Johnny's head.

Retracting his slightly trembling hand, Berner looked at his completed task, nodded, and quietly left the place again. From the moment he appeared to the time he left, the street was as quiet as a graveyard, and the occasional barking of a dog could not disturb the slightest sleeper.

Until the next morning.

The gangsters are late and won't be the first witnesses. However, when the first scream of the nearby aunt came out and spread all over the streets and alleys, no matter how sleepy the gangster was, it was impossible to sleep peacefully.

In this hotel, a gangster opened the window and scolded the aunt:

"you......"

It's a pity that before he could scold, he was so frightened that he choked back.

I saw that a pale and blood-stained human head was hanging on the drying rack outside his window at this moment. A pair of eyes glared at the boss, just right on the gangster's domineering nostrils.

For a moment, the whole street was silent.

"W-fuck me!"

Then, very unproductive, the thug was so frightened that he took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and let out a scream louder than that of the aunt, like killing a pig.

Just like that, the whole inn thugs were woken up.

With incredulous eyes, more and more "eagles" gathered around the head, and the whole street was dead and silent like a funeral. Those who live in inns, those who sleep somewhere else, those who are new to the hotel, those who are elderly, and those who are old people...... Within the gang, word spread quickly, especially after they recognized the head.

In less than half an hour, the hotel was surrounded by hundreds of people, three floors inside and three floors outside.

"You...... Go get the boss's head off. ”

In the crowd, a man who seemed to be a big weight said sadly.

A young thug walked up and, tremblingly, reached out and removed Johnny's head from the drying rack.

However, at this moment, there was a thin filament in the nostrils that looked like a skull, which was not easy to find, and somehow it was attached to the drying rack. Under the pull of the young gangster, it seems that something has been touched.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, accompanied by the smoke and sudden impact, the thugs surrounding here panicked, instinctively cursed, and took a few steps backwards with their eyes closed.

Then they looked ahead again.

The gangster who was originally holding the head has fallen to the ground at this moment, and his life and death are unknown. His hands were gone, and the blood was used up like a spring of water, staining a large area of the ground red.

As for their boss's head, it was also blown apart at this moment, his mouth was split in half, and his brain was rotten.

"This ...... This ......"

Everyone gasped.

They surrounded the hotel and looked at the devastated ground from afar. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood permeated the dead air.

It was like a century of silence.

"To ...... Who the hell is it?" said the man who seemed to be the most powerful, with heavy steps, and said word by word, "Yes...... Who did it? Who did it?"

He walked over to the young thug, crouched down, and looked at everything in front of him, and suddenly bruises broke out on his neck, and his eyes were red like a lion in a slaughter.

The atmosphere of the whole street is slowly changing from stunned to angry.

That's when it happened.

"Look there, look there...... Something seems to be there!"

In the crowd, a thug seemed to have discovered something, stretched out his hand, pointed to the corner by the door of the hotel, and suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, the others followed the direction of his finger.

In the corner, a small white round hat stained with gray but still stained with blood was lying quietly in that corner. The hat was embroidered with a unique and rare ornament, but in their eyes, it suddenly became familiar.