Chapter 33: The Hunter and the Lamb

Moron walked through the dark streets. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is a remote laneway in the lower town.

It was a moonless night, and clouds came from the far end of the world, obscuring a large part of the sky, making it difficult for the three full moons to envelop the huge city.

I don't know why, every time Mo Long walks on the dark and uninhabited silent street, he feels like a fish in water, and there is a sense of freedom that is almost instinctive when he walks through the dark streets.

Maybe it's because I use a wheelchair during the day.

The death of Caesar in Nushan did not cause any waves, these days, there are already people eyeing him, no, it is not appropriate to say that they are targeting Mo Long, it is obvious that those people in the imperial capital who want to kill him do not think that it is such a crippled handiwork as Mo Long, and the Elgars who have really been targeted in the past two days are the Elgars of the Winter Mercenary Regiment.

Because, in the eyes of some people, the only ones who can do it, and who may have the ability to kill the Nu Mountain, can only be these mercenaries from Elgar.

Although the most powerful of this mercenary group is recorded to be the silver-tier spellcaster Ophelia, there is no trace of spells left on the corpse of the Angry Mountain, but this does not affect the speculation that some people consider "reasonable", such as ...... If this is true, not only can the silent death of Nushan in the dark alleys be explained, but the mercenary group from Elgar in the north dares to help the fallen Field family.

Therefore, in the past two days, the entire Winter Mercenary Group has been stared at, and this has made Mo Long, the main owner who committed the crime, completely relieved, and thus become a ghost wandering in the lower city.

Killing people is really a good way to get money.

The organizations at the bottom of this world are far richer than Mo Long imagined, there are organizations like the Mercenary Association, and naturally there are also institutions that specialize in killing people.

Mo Long felt as if he was a natural assassin, good at roaming in the dark, the organizational structure of that institution was quite secretive, Mo Long deliberately searched, only to find a first-line doorway, it is said that it was established by a certain downtown bigwig, so it can be regarded as reliable.

In such a huge city, there are always people who anger certain guys every day, so there are quite a few "damn" people.

Mo Long couldn't imagine that under the seemingly calm exterior of the city, it was actually turbulent, but these people were quite restrained, and things were always suppressed at the lowest level.

For example, the organization where Mo Long received money to kill people in the past two days, although he killed people, he would never accept the assassination mission of people with strong backgrounds, just some low-level people.

Mo Long's target today is a group of pickpockets in the lower city, and the content of the mission never says the reason, only the target and the general strength.

Mo Long walked through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of a door, paused for three seconds, then reached out from under his black cloak and knocked slowly.

Since he came out to kill, Mo Long still made certain preparations, he put on a black cloak again, and put on the black iron mask on his face, and the pitch-black long sword was pinned to his waist.

This is not the first time Mo Long has done it, this kind of work is also a kind of exercise for Mo Long, and his little heart of the traverser has been extremely improved in the past few days.

It's getting dark now, and it's probably past midnight, so the people in this house are probably asleep.

Therefore, Moron knocked on the door for the first time and there was no response.

Our Mr. Traverser waited for three seconds and then knocked on the door a second time.

This time, he knocked slightly louder on the door, finally waking up the people inside.

This is already the edge of the city, it is already a civilian area in the lower city, the houses are low, the area is not large, most of the people who live here are poor, but looking at the bounty of this mission, it is clear that the hired murderer cannot be a person.

But for Mo Long, who is currently in a tight economic situation, mosquitoes are also meat.

The door was slowly opened in Mo Long's cranky thoughts, and a ghostly young man poked his head out, glanced at Mo Long, and was slightly stunned.

Mo Long glanced at the other party, it was actually a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and his body was even slightly thin, but he didn't say a word, and directly pulled out his sword from his waist.

He doesn't kill really ordinary people and good people, but pickpockets ......

The boy saw only a black arc of light, and his head was separated from his body.

Mo Long let go of half of his body and watched as the blood spurted out like a spring.

Then he opened the door and walked in.

As he himself thought, the house was not big, and from the perspective of the 21st century, it was at most a two-bedroom building, and the house was crowded with seven or eight people.

Of these seven or eight people, the strongest is only the bronze upstream.

Mo Long walked into a room and stabbed the first person in the throat, the black blade tearing through the flesh and blood trachea without making a sound.

The man was awakened from his sleep by a terrible pain, his eyes widening as if they were about to bulge, but his entire throat had been sliced, and no matter how wide his mouth opened, it could only make a faint hissing sound.

Mo Long glanced at it, stepped over the body, and shaved off the entire head of the second person, and blood gushed out wildly, coating the front wall.

The sound was a little louder, and the smell of blood spread.

It was at this moment that Moron sent the knife into the throat of the third person.

This is the last person in this room.

Then Mo Long turned around and walked into another room, and as soon as he raised his knife, the first person opened his eyes.

Mo Long and the other party glanced at each other, the man was obviously still in the chaos, not realizing what was happening, until Mo Long put the knife down the other party's throat.

The man reacted in hindsight, but at this time he couldn't make a sound, and his body struggled a little, which was enough to wake up the others.

The person closest to this person saw Mo Long as soon as he opened his eyes, jumped up from the bed with a scream, and was torn apart by Mo Long's knife and died.

And the last two people left in this room also reacted at this time, when Mo Long killed the third person, the fourth person had even touched the weapon, and the slasher slashed at Mo Long.

Mo Long shook his head, the other party's strength was not at the same level as him at all, and it was impossible to hurt him.

He took a breath, looked at the other's reddened eyes in the darkness, and raised the knife again.

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