The oncoming fist slammed into his face again, and the gangster who had been beaten like a water ghost from the dark water hissed, not out of fear, but because of pain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info dozens of minutes ago, he was still enjoying low-quality beer in a tattered tavern. Now, he is being baptized with a powerful fist.

"Do you want to do it again?" said Marcos, crouching down and smiling at the gangster who was covering most of his face.

"What do you want to know?" he said with obvious panic in his tone.

Marcos spread his hands, "Can you please explain to me the "Imperial Army"?"

"Hell, what's there about those arrogant guys that deserves your attention?"

"Who knows!?" said Marcos softly, then grabbed the gangster by the collar and slammed his fist again. This caused him to cry out again, but in this secluded barn, almost no of his companions could hear his cries, and they wouldn't even come to this ghost place.

"I tell you, I tell you. He said pleadingly.

Marcos no longer had the smile on his face as he did before, "Now!"

Poor fellow, he was so frightened that he kept nodding his head. "They give us money and then let's stop all the looting!"

"Why?"

"How do I know they're stationed in the only church in town!" he shook his head violently, as if to tell Marcos that what he said was true.

Marcos pondered for a moment, but the gangster's barely stopping pleas for mercy made him unable to think at ease, so he pointed at the gangster, and said in an unquestioning tone: "Shut your beak, or I'll slit your throat with a knife, and maybe I'll find a ball of cotton to stuff into your slit throat, you'd better not make me want to do that." ”

This moment he shut up completely, and now he could only stare at Marcos with fear. From the man with a bandage on his left hand and two suppressors that could no longer be noticeable, it was clear that this was a ghost swordsman. He felt that he was unlucky, and that he could not even guarantee his life, because most people had heard rumors that the ghost swordsmen were very brutal.

Marcos tried to find a plausible explanation, but eventually he found that the whole thing itself was surrounded by mystery. He realized that he might be wrong, but it was an indisputable fact that the Imperial Army was stationed here. So he needed to figure everything out, so he set himself the sights on being the only church in town.

"Simple, isn't it?" Marcos said teasingly to the gangsters.

"Please, don't kill me. He pleaded in a low voice.

Marcos crouched down and stared at him, "Shut up, or I'll really kill you." ”

Even though it was a warning, his lips still squirmed, though Marcos didn't even hear the characters whose voices were too small to be smaller. "I think you'll love this. Marcos laughed.

The gangster could no longer hide his fear, and he hung it all over his face, which made his face very distorted. But he was wrong, and Marcos didn't want to kill him in the first place. In the end, Marcos simply chose to knock him unconscious, and then tied him into a twist with a bundle of hemp rope.

Marcos walked out of the barn, turned around and closed the door, and he didn't even forget to tease the fainting gangster inside, "Have a good dream." ”

The Sage's Horn had been at sea for about two hours, and the circumstances it encountered along the way sent a chill through Root's heart. With most of the ocean under the control of the Imperial fleet, the Sage's Horn was inspected by the Imperial sloops almost every few nautical miles. Fortunately, the pass that Vera stole was successfully useful, otherwise they would have been shelled by the Imperial fleet.

The lights in the cabin flickered on and off, and for Fett, who was already familiar with the ship, she no longer felt seasick as she had at the beginning. Now she has a good impression of the Sage's Horn, a ship that can symbolize the Revolutionary Army itself.

"boom!" the sudden voice startled Fit, and when she looked back, Vera was already standing behind her and smiling and bent over.

"Damn it, Vera. Fett complained.

Vera was still smiling, and she put her hands on Fett's shoulders and comforted, "I'm sorry, Fett. ”

"Are you awake?" asked Fett.

Vera grabbed a bench and sat next to Fett, "Do you think you'll be in the mood to sleep for someone who is about to board the Empire's main battleship? ”

"It's not like you. Fett lowered his head and whispered.

"We'll be fine, just like before, it's simple. ”

Fett tried to stop Vera, "Are you sure you want to go with me? ”

Vera waved her hand, "If you weren't that little girl anymore, I'd be relieved to let you go, but for now, you're obviously still that little girl." ”

"Little girl......" Fett tilted his head to the side and blushed and looked at the wall.

"You remind me of the blonde ghost swordsman in your guild, who, like you, is still a child. Vera laughed.

Fett looked at Vera in amazement, "You mean Maffeo, don't be kidding, Vera, he's not like me at all. She shook her head.

"Yes, that's you, stubborn little Fett. ”

"Nasty Vera......" Fett said in a voice that only he could hear, looking away from Vera.

Marcos smoked a cigarette on the roof of a house and watched the church with a telescope, where the bright torches brought most of the sight into his eyes. Towering tents stand around the church, and the clearly dressed soldiers are undoubtedly the Imperial troops stationed there.

It was basically impossible to infiltrate the tent, and the situation inside Marcos could not be observed through a telescope, not to mention the fact that the large number of soldiers patrolling back and forth outside had basically taken care of all directions. So he could only put his hope in the church, where maybe he would find something.

So he retracted the telescope into his waist and spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth with all his might. He then leaned down the roof towards the church, and he had to be careful not to hear the sound of his walk on the roof from being noticed by the guards below. It won't be an easy matter, he tried to slow down his pace as much as possible, knowing that he was now in a state of being unarmed and that getting into conflict would only work against him.

After carefully jumping over the four roofs, he was only a dozen meters away from the church. But from here, there was no house that would allow him to reach the church from a relatively safe place. He had to go in unless he got back to the ground, but his feet were the most densely guarded, and he was in a difficult situation. He paused for a moment, crouching on the roof and observing the patrol route of the guards on the ground, trying to find a possible crevice.

The patrolling guards maintained an X-shaped route, with a large number of stationed guards around, which allowed them to take care of all possible angles. At the entrance of the church, there were also two heavily armored soldiers, and the thick layer of armor covering their bodies was more than enough to defend against ordinary bullets, and it was even more difficult for the sword to hurt them.

"This sucks......" Marcos said to himself with a grim expression.

After much confirmation, Marcos realized that the guards had succeeded in sealing off all entrances and exits. There was not a single flaw in their back and forth patrol routes. Marcos looked at his left hand, in which case he could only use the demons he hated but trusted the most.

"Please, Keja......" He snapped unchained.