The drizzling rain is drizzling, and the autumn mood is getting stronger and stronger. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The world is so quiet at this time, without the slightest noise.

The sound of raindrops, the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, and the clear sound of horses' hooves all made Rebecca so enchanted.

In the silence brought by the bleak autumn rain, there were cursing sounds one after another, and a black, gilt Werther Dynasty-style carriage squeezed into the crowded sidewalk unscrupulously under the command of the driver.

After the driver in the black tuxedo respectfully invited Rebecca into the carriage, he took care of himself and sorted out the non-existent folds on the tuxedo, but he didn't notice the loneliness that flashed in Rebecca's eyes.

The pretending to be a proud rider looked at the pedestrians who were wet but did not dare to accuse him, hoping to receive the admiring gaze of his imagination, but in the angry eyes of the pedestrians, he crawled back to the position of the driver.

The rider casually threw out a crisp whistling sound, and with the clear sound of the horse's hooves and the clanging of the horse's bell, the carriage moved slowly and drove to the master's seat and the manor outside the city.

"I can't hear me," Rebecca, who was sitting in the carriage, stared out the window, her palm unconsciously clenching the umbrella in her hand.

Until, when the cold moonlight sprinkled the earth, the bell of the manor's clock tower rang, and the carriage stopped outside the brightly lit manor.

As the maid opened the car door, a colorful umbrella took the lead in stretching out of the door, looking at the girl who walked out of the carriage with an umbrella, Zheng Yi, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and muttered: "It's her!!"

Looking at the girl in front of him, with a frosty face, Zheng Yi could hardly associate her with the girl who was smiling and enjoying the rain in the rain, shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at the brightly lit manor in the increasingly bleak autumn rain, but a trace of frustration gradually surfaced in Zheng Yi's heart.

The night grew deeper.

The midnight bell rings through the manor house, built during the Werther dynasty, which has always been the pride of its current owner, Werther Thomas, but will it still be the case today?

Sitting in the chair of the study, Werther Thomas looked calmly at the dark and deep corridor like a cave leading to hell, listening to the sound of footsteps in his ears, Werther said softly, "Here we are" and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Click, click, click, crisp footsteps echoed in the deep corridor, like the murmur of the devil, inexplicable fear a little bit, little by little, devouring Werther, trying to suppress the fear, trying to make himself appear calm, but unconsciously trembling.

"Who are you?"

The tomb-like dead manor was suddenly pitch black, and in addition to the sound of his own breathing, there was only the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, no answer, no answer, only the black figure that was getting closer and closer, he tried his best to make himself calm, but the hand that was holding the armrest of the gilded lion's head was already green.

The shadows are getting closer, closer, closer......

Just as Werther tried to see the dark shadow, the black shadow disappeared in front of him, and the empty study was quiet and could only hear his own heartbeat, plop, plop, plop.

Suddenly, a pair of cold arms wrapped intimately around Werther's shoulders, like a couple embracing each other affectionately.

The dark shadow chuckled in Werther's ear and whispered, "You will be afraid too!?" but his tone was as cold as the wind blowing from hell.

Fear, indescribable fear completely captured Werther's heart, and every breath was like the last breath, "Who are you? No matter who asked you to kill me, what price was paid, I paid tenfold, no, a hundredfold, you want you to let me go" In order to live, the arrogant Werther was so incoherent and humble at this time.

"Oh, let you go, hehe, then let go, Qin Jin's family, let go of Wang Haifeng's family?" Wiping the cold sweat on Werther's forehead, the black shadow that surrounded Werther became more and more gentle.

"No, I didn't commit a crime, the judge and the jury have acquitted me!!!

"No, I have, I'm the Earl, little Werther, you should remember me, don't you?" the soft tone was as gentle as a spring breeze, but as smooth as a poisonous snake.

"No, you're not him, he ..... three years ago" Turning his head a little, with a little difficulty, Werther finally saw the man around his shoulder.

"No, no, it can't be" looked at the mask carved by the blood-colored crystals on the count's face, and like a madman, Werther murmured the same sentence in a sluggish voice: "He's dead, you're not him, not him"

Looking at the crazy Werther, a touch of nostalgia or regret was mixed in the earl's heart, but in his eyes it was full of infinite hunger and greed.

The uncontrollable hunger and thirst tore the count off the abyss little by little, and the sharp fangs couldn't wait to get rid of the control, greedily craving the food in the neck of the prey.

"Bang"

The sound of gunfire at dusk, exploded like spring thunder, piercing the dead silence in the study like an ancient tomb, and also temporarily freed the Count, who had lost his original desire, from the hunger and thirst engraved in his soul.

Accompanied by gray-white smoke, a silver bullet flew straight towards the Count as if he had collapsed in a strange curve.

At the same time, with a flick of the Count's hands, two black Bertana T-512 pistols carved with roses slipped off the cuffs, and the two pistols seemed to come to life in the Count's hands, spewing out a bullet as if they were dancing lightly.

Two bullets, which should have been fatal, landed in the soft cashmere carpet with a single squeak.

The Earl still greedily looked at Werther, who was paralyzed on the ground but still muttering to himself, but he was never able to continue the process of judgment, and the consciousness he had trained for a long time was constantly reminding him that death was still hovering around his consciousness.

Click, click, with two soft sounds, countless bullets vented out from the bookshelf, enveloping the Earl like a storm, but in this barrage of death, the Count showed a smile like a wanderer returning home.

The two guns were staggered in front of his chest, he smiled like a child, kissed the chamber of the gun and whispered: "Gun fighting α" As he whispered, the two guns on his chest glowed with colorful light.

Like a mad lion's mane, the bullets in the magazine were instantly vented, and it was impossible to imagine that any catharsis comparable to a machine gun would be released by the death of the two-gun earl, but it was the case.

The bullets that flew each other collided with precision, and flowers of steel bloomed in the air, as if they were destined before they were shot.

As the last of the steel flowers withered, a wonderful figure leaped out of the bookshelf and squeezed into the count's arms.

Before the Count could react, a pistol with an arcing blade extending from the hilt stabbed him diagonally into the heart.

The earl, who reacted instantly, calmly flicked the switch hidden on the handle of the gun, and a similar blade ejected from the handle of the gun, instantly enveloping the entire body of the gun.

Holding the same pistol as the blonde girl in front of him, the Count became more and more calm, and the blade of the backhand came first, and after snorting the blade that stabbed the heart, the left pistol shot the girl's white neck like a poisonous snake preyding.

The girl's face turned pale, her left hand was wiped behind her waist, and after reloading the pistol, she aimed at the earl's heart and fired three shots in succession, forcing the count to dodge the three fatal bullets sideways, but the blade that pierced the neck was only cut through the girl's skin.

At the same time, the empty cartridge in the girl's right hand was thrown out when the girl swung her right hand, and flew straight to the bridge of the earl's towering nose with a strong inertia.

Unable to suppress the Count again, the girl could only squeeze into the Count's arms and wrap her slender shoulders around the Count's arms, thus avoiding the hook-like blade that pierced her neck.

At the same time that the girl squeezed into the earl's arms, the earl's right hand pistol had been waiting for a long time, and the right hand pistol erected on his chest, like antelope horns, stabbed the girl's small and delicate chin, forcing the blade that should have been stabbed into the earl's ribs to defend himself in order to block the earl's blow like a rainbow through the sun.

At this time, the cold killing intent of the two was as hot as a tango, and they lingered like kissing lovers.

Leaning over the girl's ear, the Count asked softly, "What's your name?" and there was an indescribable tenderness and coldness in his tone that could freeze his soul.

The girl's voice became more and more flat, and the tone of "Rebecca, Rebecca Ruskin" was as empty as an emotionless puppet.

"Bertana T-513 Bladed Gun: Scarlet Rose, caliber 3.24, range 680 yards, effective kill range 537 yards, can carry 3 tactical components, can use 5 types of special ammunition, the Joint Council of Chiefs of Staff is specially customized for the Department of Urban Security Management of the First Military Academy, Chief Graduate, Who Are You"

As Rebecca introduced the weapons in her hand, a smile mixed with nostalgia, remorse, memories, and cherishment slowly bloomed on the count's face.

Looking at Rebecca's azure eyes as deep as the sea, the earl became more and more gentle, and said lightly: "It seems that I will find a chance to introduce myself to you in the future, senior sister, a pestering guy is here." ”