"So, it's another hunter trained by Henry."

"Lord, master, I don't know ......"

"I don't know!"

On the high-backed chair opposite the long table, the candle flame trembled and reflected the uncertainty on the man's face, his face was very poor, as pale as a floating corpse soaked in water for a long time, with a hooked nose, many whites of the eyes, small pupils, dressed in a well-fashioned double-row black tweed jacket, and there seemed to be some dull reddish-brown marks on the upturned leather boots, which looked very uncomfortable.

"Is Vadom still alive?" The man suppressed his emotions, and the fine blue-black veins gradually climbed up on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

"Alive! Alive! The chubby man, who had been bent over and didn't dare to get up, hurriedly agreed.

"Miss Wadoma is in custody in the White House, and we don't know exactly where she is, but it's certain that she's still alive, and Lincoln wants to get our information from Miss Valtoum."

"Howlett, Howlett ......"

The owner of the high-backed chair played with the ring in the shape of fangs on his finger, muttered in his mouth, and said slowly: "I'll take care of it myself from Wadoma, and as for that kid from Canada, you can go for a trip, bring more people, and live or die." ”

"Yes! Adam Master. ”

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"I said, young master, you spend most of the day in the basement with Victor and the two big men, should you ......" O'Hara held his cheeks, looked at James with strange eyes, and stopped talking.

James was stunned for a moment, and pinched the soft flesh on her face angrily, and O'Hara complained bitterly: "Then why don't you go to the picnic with me for afternoon tea!" When has a great beauty like me ever been rejected like this?" he said, turning his back and leaning back on James's desk, holding his arms and saying no more. The soft curves made an astonishing arc along the waist, the long bright red hair was scattered, and the shoulders shrugged slightly, as if a little angry.

"You... I... All right. James said helplessly, with a little apology in his eyes.

O'Hara looked back sharply: "Really? Without waiting for James to speak, she immediately said: "Don't go back, I'll go and prepare!" He picked up his skirt, stretched his long legs, and ran out of the room in a hurry, not giving James a chance to speak.

He stopped talking with a headache, and looked at O'Hara's pretty back, and his eyes seemed to flow gently with strings of streams. James couldn't help but think of old Mr. Howlett's dying words again, and he was stunned.

At night, before going to bed.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

The neatly stacked giant barbell plates collided rhythmically with a naked giant man with messy hair squatting down. This terrifying figure is two meters and twenty in size, the body is not as thick as words, sweat dripping down the undulating muscles of the ravine, the bare soles of the feet tightly grasp the floor tiles, and the heavy body and the extremely exaggerated weight of the barbell have some cracks on the brick surface.

Wheezing and panting, Victor finally finished today's training, he felt the strange pain and tingling in his legs, it turned out that the weight was too large, beyond the current load of his body, and his knees and leg bones were damaged and were slowly healing. The frantic boiling also made his skin ooze a trace of blood, mixed with the sweat on his body.

Victor slowly bent down, landing on all four palms, lying on the ground like a tiger, and a rhythmic roar gradually came from his abdomen, and the gradual roar seemed to spread throughout his body, as if such a sound came from every bone in his body.

After James practiced the tiger and leopard thunder sound a few times in front of Victor without hesitation, this giant man who seemed to only have "recklessness" in his mind slowly mastered this kind of vocal technique and began to practice. The shape of the tiger and leopard Lei Yin is an abnormal fit for James and Victor, after practicing Lei Yin, their bones have the characteristics of secondary development, and their body shape has become thicker and taller, Victor is especially exaggerated.

After a long time, Victor finally finished today's training, he grabbed the wooden bucket, lifted a bucket of water from the pool in the corner and poured it down, washed away the sweat and red blood stains on his body, and quickly drained it along the ditch hole on the ground, the details of the design of this underground palace are still in place. Victor flicked his frantically draped hair, grabbed his clothes, and walked up.

"The fragrance of this flower has faded, like the breath that your kiss once confided to me"

"The color of this flower has withered, and it once shone with your own brilliance"

"A shrunken, stiff, empty form, resting on—"

"So you've been talking about these things all night, Miss Jamie." Victor's rugged face was full of playfulness as he looked at James, who was holding a book and reading to O'Hara. This scene was so ridiculous in his eyes that he mentioned the nickname that he used to mock James when he was a child.

O'Hara looked angrily at Victor, who had barged in without even knocking on the door, her face flushed with shame and anger, almost as red as her hair. She was about to attack Victor, but James naturally closed the book on the side and said in a relaxed voice.

"It's Shelley, a withered violet, a poet I like very much."

Victor sneered a few times with disdain, "If you have time to read some pickled cabbage purple radish here, why don't you fight with me!" ”

O'Hara laughed out loud, clutching his stomach like a little hen, his body shaking, and James shook his head, looking at O'Hara helplessly.

"Victor, you big idiot, it's violet, and it's a purple radish...... The two of you practice those strange things every day, and you still fight at every turn, what's the use, can you fight again, is it worth a shotgun? O'Hara grumbled as she glanced at James and Victor with a somewhat disgruntled look.

Victor smiled a little slyly, and said softly meaningfully: "The gun, it's really useless......

"Alright, alright, O'Hara, I'll read you poetry tomorrow." James made a sound out of the circle, and little O'Hara cocked his nose and snorted softly. He turned to Victor and said, "You can still read some books when you have time, every day is just crazy training, and the spirit will-"

James stopped suddenly, frowned, and sniffed a few times, Victor also seemed to feel something, the wings of his nose moved, and he licked his lips unconsciously, with some hideous excitement on his face.

"O'Hara, keep the doors and windows closed, don't go out, and if anyone wants to break in, go straight to the basement through the secret door in the study." James said to O'Hara solemnly, it was the first time for the little girl to see such an expression and attitude of Young Master James, and she was a little nervous and stunned.

James said to Victor very easily: "Come down with me to have a look, Victor, the evil guest is coming, and he must go and entertain him." ”

"I can't ask for it."

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"Master Marcus, this is it."

One of the riders who had been riding the black horse had rushed back and spoke to the leader of the group behind, all wearing denim wide-brimmed hats, black trench coats, black gloves, black boots, and carrying no weapons. It's just that under today's big and round moon, one by one is as pale as floating corpses.

The man known as Marcus was a little fat, with a beard and a wide face, but his cheeks were sunken, he looked at the tall and majestic Howlett family manor castle in front of him, and asked with some suspicion: "Are you sure this is not the Governor-General's Mansion of Canada?" ”

The rider nodded, and Marcus slowly sneered: "A manor owner, making his home like a military base, surrounded tightly, and full of corner towers and dark forts. Be careful, I'm afraid there are a lot of gunners here. ”

Everyone behind him laughed, "My lord, no matter how many gunmen there are, it's useless, hahahahaha." ”

Marcus laughed too, yes, what's the use of more guns.

He flicked his whip, the horses neighed and galloped forward, and the team approached the castle quickly, but just as they approached, the torches that were still visible on the city walls disappeared, and it seemed that the sentinels had withdrawn, and the gate of the castle opened strangely and slowly, and two figures could be faintly seen in the wide open space inside.

Marcus hesitated, but the crowd around him and the fierce horse under his crotch did not, they rushed through the gate quickly, but no one looked back to notice, the door slowly closed again.