"Found it!"

Thanks to the tireless efforts of many grey dwarf warriors, who were also very good miners, the secret passage that could connect the slaughterhouse to the nearby shopping street of Usang was quickly discovered.

Hasker glanced at the chronograph in his hand, and the second hand had just turned ten times, no more than one second, no less. The Grey Dwarf Overseer nodded in satisfaction, "Start digging, the Ripper squad is attacking from underground!"

"Hoo! Radug is on top~"

Shouting the honorific name of the gods, the gray dwarves, dubbed "disembowelers", jumped into the pits dug by their compatriots. They gathered in the tunnel and swooped down on the end of the road.

The Grey Dwarves carried no additional weapons, and they were a very dangerous weapon in their own right: sharp spikes on the surface and joints of the cold iron armor of a similar color to their dark skin, and a pointed chisel on top of the metal helmet they were wearing, which he called the "third fist".

Thanks to his innate vision of darkness, navigating the ground is not too easy for the disemboweler. Their sparkling eyes could even see the cracks in every stone in the secret passage.

With heavy steps, the barbed metal cans soon reached the end of the secret passage, which was separated by a reinforced oak door. Without the slightest hesitation, the two gray dwarf rippers at the front of the line strode straight into the door, and then slammed into the door like cannonballs. And it's two at once.

The oak door was still sturdy and did not shatter after being hit. Only this time, the wood outperformed the metal, and the metal hinges connecting the door panel to the wall were torn off at once. The thick door panel fell straight backwards, and the two gray dwarves who were in charge of breaking the door also rolled into the emergency command post of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce.

"Hohoo!"

A full twenty rippers shouted at the same time, and then swarmed through the entrance. None of the rippers tried to lift up the two of their fellow men who had fallen to the ground, believing that they had already found their own amusement in advance, and that it was their turn. The disembowelers opened their arms and "enthusiastically" opened their arms towards the stunned members of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce.

Hasker, standing at the entrance to the slaughterhouse, with a brass telescope in his hand, kept looking. He knew very well the behavior of the Ripper Squad, and although he hadn't figured out the exact location of the emergency command post before, he only had to look at where it had become chickens and dogs, where the worst howls were being made, and where there were stumps and broken arms flying together.

When he saw a building for the third time, the abandoned tavern with its broken door plaque, as if a powder keg had exploded, erupted violently: first the nailed windows suddenly shattered, and some chairs, tables, and even human fragments were thrown out of it, and then a terrible howl sounded like a torn rag......

"Musketeers!"

Hasker picked up the brass telescope again and looked at the handwriting on the plaque on the cracked door, "Target the Tavern de la Pole, line up and charge!" He didn't tell his men exactly where the tavern was, but what did it matter? Couldn't the musketeers, with their long-barreled flintlock pistols in their hands, who could hit an elk two miles away, not see the building that was "erupting"?

The answer, of course, is no. The Grey Dwarven Musketeers saw their target at a glance, even earlier than the Hasker with a brass telescope. It's just that, as orderly creatures, they are more willing to wait for the orders of their commanders on the battlefield. And when the overseer's order was given, they could no longer suppress their hunting instincts.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Some musketeers pulled the trigger from a distance, and the triple ammunition in the flintlock pistol was fired instantly. The smoke from the gunpowder obscured the smiles on their faces, and at the same time blocked the angry glares of their companions—why was it so unethical? Didn't you know that this was the common prey of all the gray dwarf musketeers?

However, the role of role models is endless. Someone made a bad start, and the gray dwarf musketeers could no longer hide their treacherous racial identity. They ran two steps forward and raised their guns to shoot, then ducked to the side and quickly refilled the flintlock with a loadchanger. As long as it takes about two or three breaths, the bullets wrapped in solidified gunpowder will immediately shoot out of the muzzle again.

Within two hundred paces, more than forty musketeers poured nearly a thousand rounds of ammunition at the abandoned Tavern de la Pole, where they broke through the door to the tavern and there were no other enemies standing inside (not even tables, chairs and benches) except for the disembowelers in thick cold iron armor.

The Ripper's squad didn't really have a good impression of their colleagues who arrived in time to help. Because in their opinion, these guys who shoot around with long pipes are completely doing a disservice, clearing out more than half of the "fun" they can find at once.

"Let's see if there's anyone who can catch their breath," Inspector Hasker then walked in, sniffing the strange smell of gunsmoke and blood in the air, and immediately gave the latest order, "Send a medical team and let them all be treated simply, and then send them all to the medical camp of Lord Paru." However, before sending them away, it is necessary to determine the identity of each person, whether they are still alive with missing arms and legs, or they have fallen to the ground and swallowed their breath. ”

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of a human being held in a corner by several members of the Ripper team. It was the least injured guy in the emergency command center of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, except for a minor musket bullet piercing injury in the arm.

Thanks to the knightly armor he was wearing, not tough enough, but ornate enough, Aegon was suddenly recognized by the Ripper's team as the top decision-maker in the area.

He was well protected, and the disembowelers took special care when they smashed him with their fists, not using the top-notch armor-piercing, spike-infed glove front, but with slightly smoother punches.

Moreover, when the gray dwarf musketeers who did not speak of martial virtue poured bullets, the disembowelers made a special effort to hold Aegon firmly to the ground, so that he was not beaten into a sieve.

It's a pity that the good fortune of this former Red Pine nobleman, the current agent of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce in King's Landing, and the future prisoner of the Scales of Eternal Order has ended here. After receiving a full process of wound cleaning and dressing without anesthesia, he was sent directly to a secret prison by Hasker's order.

Unlike the public prison in King's Landing, it was private. Most of the time, it functions as Sneider's laboratory warehouse. And only on rare occasions does it become the place where the half-lich tortures the prisoner.

"Disguise him with a mask. You go back as fast as you can, and when you come back, you will take a paid week off. Husk, who knew something about the prison, gave orders and gave some benefits to his escorts.