Boris, who had changed into a guard chain mail, left the duty room and walked towards the Sheriff's Building. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother, it's not time for the shift yet. The guard at the gate stopped Boris, "You have to get back to your post." ”

"Let me in man, I have something important. Boris's tone was a little panicked, "A homeless man fainted near the duty room. ”

"Is there such a thing?" the guard looked at the staring soldier, a little suspicious, "It's not an excuse you made up, man, I know it's boring to be alone in the duty room, but aren't we all the same?"

"It's true!" Boris cried out, "you can go to the duty room with me and make sure, that damn homeless man is dying." ”

"Okay, I'll go with you now. The guard nodded, looked at the pouring rain outside, and rubbed his temples. "Damn the weather. He muttered and looked at Boris, "Listen, I don't like pranks, and if you're lying to me, I'll let you taste the consequences of getting me in the rain." As the words fell, the guards pushed open the door of the sheriff's office, stepped into the rain, and followed Boris's footsteps towards the duty room.

However, before the guards could reach the duty room, they were knocked to the ground by a huge force and fainted.

"Kyle's kid has a good idea. Boris touched his chin and removed the key to the sheriff's door from the guard. "The main drama has begun. Boris moved his lower limbs, muttered to himself, and unlocked the lock on the door of the sheriff's office. Before leaving, Kyle has a great idea for him, and if all goes well, he can now slowly sort it out one by one.

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The whistling sound of the wind made the captain of the guard feel in danger.

"Enemy attack!" he shouted to the soldiers behind him, but it was too late.

In the next second, the patrol guards fell to the ground one after another like tarot cards that had been pushed down, all holding their calves and wailing and screaming.

In the blink of an eye, all the nearly forty guards fell to the ground, except for the captain of the guards. And Charlotte didn't forget Kyle's orders, she didn't kill anyone, she just incapacitated the guards.

"Who!" the captain of the guard dodged the last bolt and shouted in Charlotte's direction.

"Surrender, you are no match for me. Charlotte stepped out of the darkness, "Don't worry, I won't kill you." She threw away her crossbow and held the short sword at her waist in her hand.

"I don't think so, you're a shooter, a shooter who has lost his bow. "The captain of the guard wanted to make a move, especially when he saw that the other man had thrown away the crossbow. He is a four-star martial artist, and he is a swordsman, so he may not lose to the opponent in terms of melee ability. "Shoot, I don't believe in the enemy's nonsense. He looked at Charlotte and sneered.

"As you wish. Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and struck a fighting stance, "Trust me, you'll regret it." ”

"Die!" the captain of the guard rose to his feet, his sword slashing a bright light in the rain, and the gray vitality hidden in the sword light surged towards Charlotte.

"Insect carving skills. Charlotte pursed her lips nonchalantly and turned sideways, dodging the wave of energy. Then, with a tap of her toe, she struck her opponent's throat like an arrow from a string.

"Bell!"

The captain of the guard hurriedly withdrew his long sword and blocked the short sword, but in his haste he was knocked to the ground by a huge force.

"Hey, boy, I'm right. Charlotte stepped on the captain's sword-holding hand, crouched down, and placed her dagger around the other's neck.

"You said you wouldn't kill me. The captain of the guard swallowed and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "I surrender, and I ask you to keep your promise, beautiful and merciful lady." ”

"Of course. Charlotte nodded, sheathing her dagger. "Women don't take promises as child's play like men. With that, she pulled out a bundle of rope from her backpack, "Tie yourself up and give you ten seconds." Charlotte said in a commanding tone.

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Albert stepped up the stairs of the hotel, and behind him were the corpses of dozens of Tigers.

He was like a messenger of death, spreading fear and despair along the way, and the gangsters saw him and instead of facing each other, they chose to flee in a hurry.

It's just that everything is in vain, and Albert doesn't intend to let anyone go. The members of the Tigers he saw could only do one thing, pray to the heavens, for a death that was not too ugly.

After killing more than a hundred people, Albert made his way to the top floor.

At this time, his body was already wrapped in a thick blood scab, of course, not a drop of blood was his.

The Tigers didn't lie to him, and the Tiger was indeed on the top floor, though Albert wasn't sure if the other party was a Tiger or not. Unlike the other floors, there are guest rooms, and there is only one lobby on the top floor, so you can see everything in full view. Hundreds of Tigers stood on either side of the hall, and a thin, sickly young man sat on the couch in the center.

"Fortunately, you are the ancient magician?" the young man's voice was a little hoarse, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"That's an honor. Albert smiled, "You're a ghost tiger?"

"The famous ghost tiger. Ghost Tiger nodded, "I prefer people to call me that." ”

"It depends on whether you have the strength to do so. Albert scoffed, "I'm here, what are you going to do next?"

"Kill you, of course. Ghost Tiger also showed a mocking smile, "As for my strength, my subordinates will naturally know when you win, of course, I don't think it's possible." These are my elites, not those ordinary people downstairs, I advise you to be careful. As he spoke, he waved his hand. "Kill him. Ghost Tiger said weakly.

"Kill!"

A hundred Tigers flashed their machetes and swords and charged towards Albert.

"You're wrong, I'll cut off your head soon. During the battle, Albert said lightly. His voice seemed to have magical power, and it reached everyone's ears through the shouts of killing.

"Damn, kill him for me!" Ghost Tiger felt frightened, and for some reason, he believed Albert's words. "Kill!" he stood up, shouting hoarsely, as if to cheer his men on, but more like to relieve the fear in his heart.

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The black sword light swept through, and a gray vitality wave surged out.

A crack appeared in the iron door of the slave market, and then Yarman kicked out, and the iron door was split in two.

"Kill!"

The moment Yarman stepped through the iron gate, hundreds of LTTE members rushed out of the slave market.

"Damn. With a look of panic, he raised his foot and kicked the man who had rushed to the ground to the ground, and then withdrew from the slave market and fled the way he came.

"Stop. The leader of the slave market waved his hand and did not chase it far. The other party's speed is not very fast, and he believes that he will be able to catch up, but his duty is to guard the slave market.

"He broke the gate, there must be some other purpose, we have to catch him and interrogate him. Kyle stepped forward with an undercover agent from the LTTE and offered advice to the LTTE leader, "We've been dying a lot of our brothers lately, maybe it has something to do with this man." Seeing that the leader was a little moved, he spoke again, "No, I bet that what happened a while ago must have something to do with this person, think about it, who will go against the Tigers?"

"You're right. After thinking for a moment, the leader cast an approving glance at the other party, "Chase!" he shouted, and took the lead in chasing.

When Yarman ran unhurriedly to the corner of the street, he saw another group of pursuers in the distance.

"You can't run. The leader of the Tigers chased after him and looked at Yarman coldly, "Hehe, do you have any last words?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say. Yarman spoke, "Look to your right." He pointed to the street to the right, where the leaderless gang was charging at him with machetes.

"Damn, it's a trap. The Tigers' eyes widened, and in the middle ......of his sentence, before he could say the word 'run', the leader was horrified to find that he could no longer make a sound. Looking down, the leader saw a long black sword piercing his throat.

"Damn, he killed the Boss!" Kyle's undercover agent once again plays a vital role, "Kill him and avenge the Boss!" he stirs up the emotions of the LTTE, and acts as well, charging at Yarman first.

In another gang that has lost its boss, there is also a man who is doing something similar.

"They were in league with the boss's men and killed them. Kyle's undercover agent yelled and rushed at Yarman and the LTTE.

"Kill them!" the two gangsters got into a scuffle, and the battle scene of more than 200 people was spectacular, and the entire street was filled with shouts of killing. But no one noticed that Yarman, the culprit, and the people who mobilized their emotions, had disappeared without a trace.

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The roaring thunder could not drown out the killing sound of the guards battalion.

Barritt's whole body was brown with blood, both his and the guards.

The torrential rain continued, trying to erase the marks of war, but every time Barrit's blood was washed away, new ones appeared.

The battle heats up, and Barrett is surrounded by fallen soldiers. Most of them were alive, just knocked unconscious, but there were a few unlucky ghosts who died under the greatsword.

Although the soldiers were saddened and frightened by the fate of their companions, they were still fearless to launch a round of charges under the leadership of the commander. Soldiers fall every minute, and new wounds are added to Barrett's body.

I don't know how long it took, thanks to the cooperation and bravery of the soldiers, the scales of battle gradually tipped and as time passed, the little advantage that Barrett had gained by relying on strength was gone. The massive loss of blood slowed his movements, and the passing physical strength made his attacks weaker, and Barrett suffered more and more wounds, but almost no soldiers fell.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The soldiers, seeing the hope of victory, roared and launched another round of charge.

After a few rounds of charges, Barritt's attack rhythm was completely disrupted. He wielded the greatsword indiscriminately, wasting a lot of physical strength, but with little effect.