On the surface, Hutton always goes out of his way to put on a wise and alert posture, but in fact he is just a smart person. He thought that those who were both strong in ability would win or lose at least between the two in the middle, but he didn't know that under the same level, the use of ability and combat experience would make the difference in strength far apart. What's more, the gambling snake had already learned about Oldton's abilities through Gilson II's Book of Hearts, and for such a seasoned assassin, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent would be invincible.

When the distance between the two was less than two meters, the gambling snake turned behind Qiao Dun in a blink of an eye, and stabbed the hidden blade on the ground, Qiao Dun was not unable to keep up with this speed, turned around, and grabbed the gambling snake's wrist, at that moment, Qiao Dun even felt that he had won the victory.

His ability is Psychic Infection, which takes effect immediately as long as he touches the target for more than two seconds. Sure enough, the gambling snake immediately showed something strange, he shouted violently, broke free of the clamp on his wrist with brute force, and then withdrew from a distance of more than ten meters, trembling uncontrollably, the expression on his face was no longer calm, but his face was red, and his muscles were exposed, and after more than ten seconds, he seemed to be unable to suppress it, and suddenly laughed, his expression was distorted, and he waved the hidden blade in his hand indiscriminately, like a drunk madman.

A sneer tugged at the corners of Gouton's mouth, he was very pleased with the reaction, those affected by his abilities behaved like a drug overdose, except that they didn't foam at the mouth or die from the poisoning.

This is like taking a full fifty methyl ****** pills on the spiritual level, ordinary people can use a little bit of this thing, at least five hours of excitement, just imagine, dozens of times the effect, in an instant, the performance of the gambling snake is reasonable.

Gouton smiled proudly and said to Gilson II: "Lord Earl, he is basically unconscious now, every inch of muscle is moving at high intensity, and blood is rushing in his veins. I'll take you to the safe house now to hide, let him make trouble here alone, ordinary people will be exhausted and faint to death in an hour at most, like him, it is estimated that he will not last a few more minutes, and when the time comes, you can capture him alive, and then ......" The latter words, it goes without saying, it is naturally purgatory-like torture.

A sickly smile appeared on Gilson II's face, as if he had gone from hell to heaven in an instant: "Hahaha...... You've got today, too!" he snarled at the gambling snake that was wielding his Hidden Blade in place alone.

"Lord Earl, let's get out of here first, it's still dangerous for him to be like this." He was right, although the spiritual infection destroyed the other party's sanity, but the instinct is still there, and it is likely to be stimulated more keenly, for the gambling snake, Qiao Dun has long been secretly afraid in his heart, and the current gambling snake is Qiao Dun never wants to get close.

He bent down and reached out to help Gilson II, but at that moment, a Hidden Blade pierced through the back of his neck and poked out of his throat, the tip of which almost touched the eyeballs of Gilson II in front of him. Khaudton's blood dripped down the blood groove on his sword and fell onto the count's cheek, making him understand that he was not out of hell, but had fallen to the bottom.

The gambling snake said in the ear of the opponent who had not yet lost his breath: "If you don't understand, I can explain that I have taken a large dose of sedatives before coming up, and I have just stabbed your sword, and I also slowed down my movements, deliberately giving you a chance to contact me."

That's why you underestimated my speed and convinced me of my madness, and ended up letting your guard down with your back to an assassin with your back to a weapon. ”

He drew his Hidden Blade, and blood splattered Gilson II's body, and Chatton gurgled in his throat, but he couldn't speak, and the gambling snake made another sword in the back of his heart, and only threw the body aside until the other man died.

Gilson II was like a dead face, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without any resistance to a hungry wolf, no, a devil.

"My teacher taught me that if you have anything to say to your prey, wait until you cut the other person's throat before you start talking, and that's what I've always done. As he spoke, the snake turned and walked to the bundle of twine that had been thrown on the ground.

"But I'm going to make an exception for you, Mr. Earl. The gambling snake picked up the rope: "Because seven years ago, you made me make an exception, and the people I want to kill will always die." But you survived. He approached step by step: "Fortunately, now, I still have a chance to remedy and end this matter that should have ended a long time ago." ”

"You ......" Gilson II had only one word to utter before being interrupted by the gambling snake.

"I know what you're going to say, I've seen that look on your face once, and if I'm the kind of person who can be bought with money, I would have been bought by you seven years ago. The gambling snake crouched down, his gaze level with Gilson II: "You and I, it's not about money, we have to rely on our lives to solve it." ”

"Why...... You shouldn't have been an assassin for a long time...... I admit that I made a mistake by hunting you down, and you should understand it, I swear I will ...... from now on," Gilson II was interrupted again.

"Of course I understand you. The gambling snake took out a book from his body, it was a black book with no words on the cover, "I know you far more than you think." As he spoke, he lit the book with a lighter and tossed it aside, "If there is anyone in this world who can find in you a little bit of a quality worthy of pity, or a value worthy of redemption, it must be me." ”

The eyes and tone of the gambling snake became colder and colder: "There is such a story, one day seven years ago, nearly a thousand people surrounded the Earl's Palace to protest, they were just ordinary people, because they couldn't bear the division order, but they couldn't change the policy, so they could only gather together, hold signs, shout slogans, and curse the Earl's whole family to die a good death." "So, many of them were arrested." Not by the police, but by you, the private armed forces of a nobleman.

The people who were arrested that day were about a hundred, and then they all disappeared from the world without exception, shrouding Shuangying County in a shadow of terror, and most of the voices that dared to resist disappeared in an instant.

The whereabouts of those people are naturally known, and they are all dead in the end, and they are secretly executed by you to vent their anger, and they are actually crowned with treason, which is ridiculous......

The Governor at the time, as your henchman, turned a blind eye to the dead, acquiescing and even helping to cover up the brazen slaughter.

It was this incident that led directly to our action in December. ”

Gilson II recalled the events of that time, and looked at them several times, and continued: "Do you want to avenge those people? What do they have to do with you! A bunch of untouchables! Do I have to die for this reason?!" he cried hysterically, for his life was indeed much more valuable than that of a commoner. In fact, the values of many civilians are actually the same as his, this is an era when there is no justice and axioms to speak of, and a person's value is no longer measured by any moral character, but by money and status.

Instead of answering this question, the Gambler continued: "My mentor, the great master of the Immortal, Giovanni Petrach, though not a high-ranking powerhouse, is an elder who is respected by every one of our brothers, who has taught us the spirit and techniques of the Assassins, taught us to bear the slaughter and darkness for the sake of justice and light, and has carved the imprint of the Soul in our souls.

It was that year, when the leader of the organization decided that the mission was impossible, the teacher resolutely decided to go alone to rescue the 100 people. The gambling snake paused at this point and adjusted his breathing: "He is over sixty years old, and his skill and will will eventually fail in the face of the years, the aging of his body and the accumulation of years of pain have defeated him, and the rescue failed, and he was arrested." ”

Something flashed in Gilson II's eyes, and he seemed to remember, remembering memories that were very unfavorable to him.

"You tortured him, you tortured him, but you couldn't get a word, so in the end he died. But maybe it was on your whim, you chose to hang him, and afterwards hung his body in your yard for public display. ”

Gilson II no longer dared to look directly into the eyes of the gambling snake, and the other party's statement continued: "You should not have done this, you strangled the civilians who opposed you, and despised their lives, it is unforgivable, but you hanged an assassin, it was an insult to him, you trampled on the glory of the teacher."

You know, the noose is for sinners. ”

The moment these words were uttered, a hemp rope was put around the earl's neck.

Gilson II finally understood what had contributed to that bloody night all those years ago, and what had caused a killing machine like the Gambling Snake, which had all means to take people's lives, to choose to hang itself outside the bell tower with a rope.

Killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, building bridges and repairing roads without corpses, maybe most of the time it is true, but sometimes, in this world, there is really retribution.

The square in front of the hotel is already full of police cars, and looking down from the roof, you can see evacuated guests, hotel staff, passers-by, and a large number of police officers.

At this moment, a beam of light suddenly lit up on the roof of the hotel, and a red flare lit up the sky like fireworks.

Everyone looked up, only to see a man covered in blood in front of him thrown from the top of the building, his neck strangled by a thick hemp rope, as if he had been hanged, and hung on the outer wall of the building.

The corpse swayed in the wind high in the air, its face hideous and frightened, and it did not blink to death. That face is telling a terrible and long story, a seven-year-old story of revenge......