Verse 10: The Beginning of the Whistling Night (II

Marcia hurried home, afraid that Townsend would play again.

But as she was worried, she couldn't intercept Townsend, only the mouthpiece of Vahu was at home, and Townsend's words were very succinct: "I'm going to run errands, you stay behind, and if it goes well, I'll come back in the evening." ”

There is no other explanation.

"Why did you let him go?" Marcia was furious, grabbed Vahu by the collar and asked, "Don't you know that it's dangerous out there right now?"

"The leader wants to go out, can I stop it?" Vahu was very aggrieved and innocent, but seeing Marcia's anxious look, he explained in a loud voice: "I heard the leader say that he said that there is your Uncle Jacques in the guild, and it is a pity not to use it."

"He" Marcia wanted to slap himself in the mouth, why did he leak this relationship to Townsend earlier? I don't know how big a basket he had to poke out when he went out this time

"Don't worry," Vahu was still in his mouth, "Townsend said, this time it's going to deal with ordinary people......"

"" Marcia kicked out, and Vahu let out an "oops" and fell out of Mén in an exaggerated manner.

Although Marcia knew Townsend well, she was not Townsend after all, so in her eyes, Towngson's behavior was a bit reckless. Therefore, the reason why she was furious was that she was worried about Townsend's safety, and she also estimated that the trouble caused by Townsend would definitely not be xiǎo, but she had just sworn in front of Uncle Jacques, the branch president......

If something happens again, how can this be Jiāo?

+ Passion Although the president of Jacques did not say it explicitly, Marcia, as a junior, must give a reason why Townsend provoked Edward, and it must be a more reliable reason...... But now that Townsend is gone, who does she talk to?

On the other hand, no matter how fierce Marcia scolded her, she didn't leave anything behind. The people who followed Townsend to Yintao City, although they did not train for a long time, but after this period of running-in, all systems were almost perfected. They can handle their own mess according to the actual situation, and they don't need Townsend and others to do it personally.

At this time, the joint order of Marcia and Vahu was given, and all of Townsend's personal subordinates took action, lurking, protecting, probing, probing...... One by one, decent, loyal, take everyone's nest as an example, there is still a gap between the arming of the guards and the perfection, but at least it is decent and there are no dead ends.

"Townsend, don't let anything happen to you. "Marcia got some insider information from Uncle Jacques, so she knew that it would be very dangerous outside these days, but now she can't change anything, so she can only do what she needs to do and can do, and the rest depends on how fate arranges.

Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven......

The sky gradually darkened, and only the west side of the sky became more and more radiant.

It was a magnificent and splendid sunset, as thick as fire, as strong as blood, pulling out chains of light in the clouds around the setting sun, gilding the vast ocean and the long coastline with a dreamlike brilliance......

The weary birds are singing and returning to their nests, and the pedestrians in the markets are gradually decreasing, and before the darkness really falls, the lights of the world are already connected. Never be silent, because she is Yintao City. Day or night, she can radiate charm.

All over the city, there are countless pairs of eyes feasting on the beauty of the evening glow, these eyes are either silent and wise, or sharp and crazy, but they are not dull, and their owners seem to be expecting something...... That's right, these people belong to this dark night, they belong to the dark side of Yintao City, and they love everything that is not allowed to be light

Townsend coincided with the meeting, and although he had been hiding in a remote corner of the outer city, he inadvertently joined the ranks of the Night Walkers. He didn't know that the night was going to be violent and tragic, but even if he did, what if he did?

What needs to be done is not the same

A lot of things happened today, which brought a lot of shock and shock to Townsend. Maybe if someone else was in his place, some things could be said to be twists and turns, and some things could be said to be accidental, but Townsend couldn't be so perfunctory, because there was only one life, and if it weren't for his own talent, the sudden ambush at noon would probably make him hate him on the spot

It's hard to say about luck, next time, will Townsend still have such luck? Will he still meet a second-level anomaly? If the person who ambushed him today was of the level of President Jacques, he would have become fly ash and nourishment for strange plants, right?

Tracing back to the source, Townsend determined that the ambush originated from his own mistakes, which, to put it more seriously, were caused by his mistakes in the battle.

In fact, this is also a problem that Townsend didn't realize before - he doesn't know much about the world, so he will get used to putting the things in his memory in this world. In terms of abilities, he played 120,000 points to deal with it. But as soon as the situation returned to areas he considered "familiar", such as street fights and political confrontations, Townsend was careless.

So, this ambush was brought on by himself.

This is not the world of memory, this is not the inland where rules are everywhere, this is the wild and backward West Coast, this is the place where civilization and ignorance are entangled...... It is like a bay with hot and cold ocean currents, and although it is calm on the surface, there are dangers lurking underneath that ordinary people can't imagine

As for Townsend, he is not a powerful and resourceful Yanei here, he has a plan, he thinks that others will not dare to touch him, who knows that others are going to kill him. Edward's appearance was only an accident in necessity.

Knowing that he did something wrong, so Townsend had to correct this mistake as soon as possible, this kind of thing is not complicated to put it bluntly, in the luàn game, Townsend can only rely on the two advantages of flexibility and speed, and to be more careful, that is, to seize every opportunity to sweep away threats and roadblocks, not to talk about big truths, not to think about too long-term planning, and to do it when it is time to be brutal

So Townsend didn't wait for Marcia to come home, because his repentance had to be put into action immediately, that is, to destroy those who had made enemies with him today, and to change it all before they could strike again.

Townsend was targeted in a remote inn on the north side of the city, which was dilapidated and cramped, and few customers would condescend to stay here. But beneath its cellars lies the tent area's greatest dark force, the Gulfstream Council, the organization that terrifies the chiefs.

Townsend personally dug up this location from the mouths of two high-ranking gang leaders, and he hid it in this tree, and after Xiǎo checked it, he found that the information was true. It hadn't been long since it was completely dark, and seven or eight people had already entered through different entrances...... Managing the underworld is not an easy task. Something happened in the tent area, and something happened to the Anomalous Master Guild, and these heads and brains must have a meeting.

They gathered to talk about things, and it was a good opportunity to catch them all. Although they had set up a tight defense, it just so happened that Townsend had a lot of magic weapons in his hands - the black-veined night owl was very good at this kind of thing, and he was the king's favorite, not only did he have a lot of methods, but also covered a wide range from intermediate apprentices to tripolar masters.

With Townsend's current true abilities, it would not be too difficult to perform most of the Black-streaked Night Stalker's signature skills.

"It's almost time...... Tonight is the day when the black-veined night owl will return to the earth. Looking up at the position of the moon, Townsend reached out to pull down the soft mask, a grim smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, like a bat, he glided silently and fell into the shadow of the narrow Xiǎo alley.

Under the dilapidated inn, dozens of torches lined up illuminated the Gulfstream Conference Hall, and the space of the hall was so large that hundreds of people would not be disgusted by it. The walls are adorned with frescoes adorned with gold, and the carved palace-like columns and domes of huā, and the aroma of wine and wine blends with the smell of blood, which smells strange but not so obtrusive.

Because the Gulfstream Conference itself is very deformed, it is an underworld society controlled by the Senate and the Department of Political Affairs.

Two elders with profound backgrounds sat on the main seat, their seats half a height above the floor of the hall, and the various underworld figures sat below them, around the lavish conference table, which was already in a mess.

The two old men above did not join, and the face on the left was as heavy as water, but the corners of his mouth were slightly moved. The one on the right closes his eyes and pretends to sleep, ignoring the words "responsibility", "loss", "compensation" and so on.

After a long time, the noisy chatter of the underworld leaders was suppressed by a middle-aged man, who seemed to have a bit of prestige, and persuaded the bigwigs who left the table one by one. Then he put a smile on his face and said to the old man above in a flattering manner, "Two elders, today's affairs are indeed more luàn...... But you two have to say something, or what are we going to do?"

"Do you need me to speak?" After being silent for a long time, the old man on the left spoke strangely: "The people who chou left the tent area are for other purposes, not to let you go out to show off your might." You are majestic, you actually use our name to invite a paranormal master, or to set up an ambush for the prince's guards, this kind of heroic means, it is not a problem to dominate the outer city, right?"

"You misunderstood, you misunderstood us, who has the guts?" the middle-aged man hurriedly knelt down and showed his thoughts: "Didn't you find any of the two at that time?" and the captain of the guard was too hateful, and his methods were too vicious, and he slapped everyone's face, including the faces of the two elders...... The brothers outside are just out of a moment of righteous indignation......"

"Don't tell me face, I don't have face," the old man on the left snorted coldly: "This face is the master's, and you are also worthy?"

The old man on the right opened his eyes at this time, and said with a smile: "According to the theory, please have a supernatural master and kill the captain of the guard, it's not a big deal, it's already done if you don't do it." ”

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, yes, what you said is true, elder"

"However, not only did you fail to kill this xiǎo guard, but you also injured the apprentice of the paranormal master, and this sin is not xiǎo. The old man was still smiling: "And when Mr. Edward returned to the guild, because of a quarrel with someone, which led to a battle, and finally was seriously injured and defeated, making it difficult for our friends in the guild to move forward - who is responsible for this?"

"We ...... We ......" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, as a big man in the tent area, he couldn't touch the level of the Wizard Guild, and he couldn't understand how serious the old man said, but anyway, he understood that this thing was very bad.

"To be a man, you must know gratitude. The old man gives you food, clothes for you, and NV people to play with every year, all you want is the stability of the tent area, and when you need it, you people can use it at the top. The old man on the left sighed, and his smile gradually turned cold: "But what about you, this is how you repay the master?

When the old man said this, the whole hall suddenly became audible, and the underworld bosses lowered their heads in horror, not daring to look at the two old men again. With the "crackling" sound of burning torches, the orange light swayed, and the beads of sweat on their heads also rolled down......

"It's very hot, it looks like it's going to rain. The old man on the left spoke slowly: "That captain of the guard, since you have issued an execution order in the name of the council, then he must die...... Secondly, one of you has to be responsible for this incident, and you had better discuss it...... It's okay to draw lots...... We ...... today ...... at night With...... Head...... Walk ......"

Hearing this, the underworld leaders below changed in groups, and a few of them even fell from their chairs.

The old man on the right put away his smile and interrupted the other party impatiently: "You...... How do you speak...... Getting...... Slow?"

"Huh?" Then the two old men found out that something was wrong, and their faces couldn't help but change: "It's not good...... Difficult...... Road...... Be...... No way...... Guild...... Anomalous ...... Today...... are ...... Grounded ......"

The bigwigs in the hall also felt that the situation was wrong, but don't look at their strength, their performance at this time was not even comparable to that of the old men-they blushed one by one, and shouted desperately, but they couldn't even make a sound.

"Ability...... This is...... Ability ......" The two old men hurriedly turned their backs to back, and looked around with four frightened eyes: "Who......? Finally...... Be...... Who?"

With a "whew", the breath shook, and the fire in the hall dimmed and brightened.

The gray sè's anomalous robe stretched out above the hall, the corners of different lengths swirling like a blooming doomsday thorn.

With a cold, cruel chuckle, a head-to-toe wrapped figure floated gently to the ground. His whole body is covered in a feather-like gray sè, with only a thin black line extending down from his forehead, dividing the whole robe into two parts, which is both ordinary and unique, and it is unforgettable.

"You...... You...... Be...... Who?" the old man on the right held the table, and the blood vessels in his neck rose up one by one, like a black earthworm crawling on the skin: "You...... Know...... I...... Be...... Who?"

"You are one hundred and fifty gold coins. The gray-robed anomalist stretched out his hand, nodded at the old man on the left, and then pointed to the old man on the left, who could no longer speak: "You, one hundred and forty-five gold coins, but you must have one ear to verify it." ”

"You...... Be...... Killer?" As the only person who could speak, the old man on the right had an extremely colorful expression, as if he couldn't believe that someone would come up with such a low price to kill him: "I...... I am...... Senate...... Speaker...... The housekeeper killed me...... You know...... Yes...... Happen...... What's up...... Is it?"

"Mind my, I'm paid to do things. The gray-robed anomaly's voice was hoarse, but his age was not very high, and he shook his head, his fingers running around the field. The staggering underworld bosses were given fifty to five gold coins, and then the anomalist stood in the middle of the hall and muttered for a moment: "Your mother's dead féi pig is a loss."

"Rao...... Finish...... I...... I...... To give...... Qian ......" The old man's body gradually fell down, and he struggled to stretch out a hand to the gray-robed adept, his face full of longing.

"Let's talk about it. The gray-robed adept waved lazily at him.

With a "bang", the old man's gorgeous clothes swelled up in an instant, and the scarlet blood mist came out along every empty dongjishè on his face, and his body quickly withered, and in just two or three breaths, his height was shortened by half, turning into a dry corpse.

"Bang", "bang", "bang" The dull sound of "bang" resounded in the hall, and the blood mist sprayed, and the pieces of clothing flew sideways.

Life, swallowed by the invisible power in the middle of the hall, the gray-robed anomaly, he is like a messenger from hell, is using an invisible scythe, one by one, to strip away the hope of other people's lives, without the slightest mercy, without the slightest hesitation The person who was pointed by his fingers, as if pinched by an invisible hand, was instantly squeezed out of all the blood

"Don't" In the group of dry corpses, a middle-aged man suddenly struggled to kneel up: "I...... I...... Be...... Prince...... Target...... Person...... Ahh

"Remember to rinse your mouth in the next life. The gray-robed adept didn't even look at him, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hall, the orange fire shining on him, stretching his shadow very long and very sensitive.

With a "bang", the middle-aged man's body exploded, and a large area of blood mist erupted.

"Gulfstream meeting?" said the gray-robed Adeptus Master, looking at the relief totem on the mén frieze, and sneered, "That's it." ”

With another wave of his hand, the torches behind him snapped, and the burning light fragrance grease fell to the floor, quickly igniting the entire hall, and the raging flames joined together, and the smoke spilled down the various vents. In a few moments, the flames spread from the cellar to the ground level of the inn, eventually transforming it into a spectacular spectacle of light and heat.

Many people saw the flames, but they didn't realize it at the time, and it was the result of countless killings that night

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