There were thirty-six sentry posts in total.

Carlil stared at the night below, calmly rubbing the index fingers of both hands against the blades that were pressed vertically down against his wrists and palms.

The slight grinding sound didn't escape the ghost's ears, and he lowered his head, glanced at Carlil's hands tucked into his cloak, and nodded thoughtfully.

On the roofs of the high-rise buildings, there is a howling cold wind blowing by, and tonight is different, it seems to be a little colder.

Below, a number of spires were eeriely layered on top of each other, and not far away was a seemingly empty apartment, which was now dilapidated, but that didn't prevent Carlil from getting a glimpse of its former glory in a few details.

Above the main body of the apartment, there are a few surviving fragmented windows that reflect the brilliant glow of neon lights, refracting an unpleasantly broken light, and several shadowy black shadows flash behind them.

That's the case in the old town, which is more eerie than the new town, and doesn't have the billboards from the factories...... In fact, in the Old Town, nearly half of the places do not even have electricity.

"Are you going to wait, Carlil?" The ghost asked softly, his voice hissing.

Carlil didn't speak, breathing calmly, but his fingers rubbing the blade faster and faster.

The ghost gave him a worried look. It seemed to him that after that conversation about the 'countdown', it became a little strange for Carlile.

He didn't know if the change was good or bad, but he instinctively didn't like it.

“...... No, we don't wait, Spirits. After a long time, Carlil said. However, our plans need to change. ”

The ghost nodded quietly, ready to listen.

"Along the border between the old and new towns, the dregs of the glorious Overseers laid thirty-six sentry posts along the way. They even set up heavy machine guns, scattered patrol groups, and sentry posts on the roads......"

Carlil grinned non-chryly: "It's really flattering to have such a grand welcome ceremony. Do you know what that means, Spirit? ”

"I don't know." The ghost replied. "But what do you need me to do, Carlile?"

His words made Carlil turn his head, and the ghost's expression turned out to be a little complicated at the moment—and after a moment, he spoke slowly.

"That means someone from the Skolewalker family is coming tonight."

"There's only one road connecting Quintus' new town to the old town, and there's no way the Glory Overseers can block it for too long. Other gangs that also have the backing of the nobility also need this road to do things......"

"So, it's tonight, Wraith."

"What do you need me to do?" The ghost asked again. "I'm ready, Carlil."

"No, don't ask me what I'm supposed to do, Ghost."

Carlil shook his head: "Everyone has their own opinions, their own ideas. You don't have to rely on my plan all the time, it's just a job, you and I are partners...... We are in an equal relationship. ”

The ghost looked at him blankly.

"So tonight I want you to play freely."

Carlil smiled. "Thirty-six sentry posts, all handed over to you. Either way, Spirit, I'll cover your voice. As for the people of the Skolewalker family...... Let me take care of it. ”

He chuckled lowly, his voice drifting in the cold wind of the night in Nostramo, like broken words, or the low cry of a monster.

Then, with the blue light in his eyes, he leapt down and disappeared into the darkness of the night in the sight of the ghost.

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Go it alone.

Second.

Free to play.

For the first time.

The ghost blinked, its heart pounding. He quickly realized this, and took a few deep breaths as Carlil took a deep breath.

The cold, foul-smelling air entered his lungs, but when he exhaled it, there was no more smell, and even turned into a warm mist escaping in the air.

The ghost didn't know what that meant yet, he just thought it was fun to do, and it worked.

However, thirty-six sentry posts.

What should I do?

The ghost crouched down and stroked the top of the gargoyle's head. He didn't name the gargoyle, not because he didn't like its uglyness, which had been corroded to the pits, but because of its mutilation.

It's missing a horn.

For some reason, the ghost didn't want to name it, not at all. He didn't want a code name to replace the gargoyle in his mind.

In this way, he slowly stroked the pitted gargoylee beneath his feet, and only after the latter's bronze head was completely warmed by the temperature of his palm did the ghost say goodbye to it.

"Goodbye, Mr. Gargoyle with a broken horn."

The ghost politely leaned down and whispered in the gargoyle's ear, "I'm going to clean up thirty-six sentry posts, can you wish me good luck?" ”

The gargoyle did not answer.

It still stared grimly downward, its fangs sticking out of its bronze lips, its claws grinding against the heavy stone mound beneath its feet. It doesn't answer the wraith's words, but the wraith listens attentively.

After a moment, he blinked and suddenly laughed.

The ghost patted the gargoyle on the head affectionately, then stood up and leaped down in the same position as Carlil.

His robes of rags were hunted by the wind, and the cold mist that was forced to condense came to his face, but he didn't even blink an eye.

Soon, he was on the ground. To be precise, it landed on the roof of a house. Then he began to run, and this time, his steps were silent and silent, and there was a stretching power that bloomed in his body.

Jump – Climb – Stay and observe. During the three-minute run, the ghost crept to the top of a spire.

Previously, Carlil had passed all the posts with him silently, and the wraith silently jotted down all the locations and anything else that might be useful.

Carlil said, be cautious.

There was a whisper of conversation below, two people talking. The ghost listened patiently, trying to get some useful information, but found nothing.

He didn't want to know what kind of methods should be used to please men and women, which didn't help him in what he was going to do next.

So he began to move on.

The ghost's movements were very cautious and careful, and the nails did not get into the gaps in the bricks, but only stabbed slightly. Before each drop, he even double-checked that his lower foot was really capable of carrying his weight.

And he was lucky, the building materials of this minaret were also sturdy.

Soon, he quietly climbed to the top of one of the windows in the spire. The window was open, and a long, pitch-black barrel protruded from it, and smoke lingered from the window, pouring out of it and scattering in all directions.

“...... Like I said, Bangor, you're really not good at that. ”

A hoarse female voice said in hatred.

"Quintus is full of labs, and even if you don't want to pay, you can just go to the lower city and find a few people to solve it, and then sell them to the butcher shop to make money. Why do you have to chase after the woman in that shantytown? She's as skinny as ribs! ”

"She... She's different, Knowles, she's different. ”

Bangor stammered in reply. "I think she's special, really, she has beautiful eyes."

"What the are you...... Everyone's eyes are black! What do you see? Stop playing idiot here, Bangor. By the way, did you go to deliver something to her the other day? ”

“......“

"Answer me, Bangor!"

"Yes, I sent a smoked thigh over......"

"Whose goods?"

"Gerturis' family."

"Hell, you idiot, you took the smoke of the Gertures family and sent it to a shantytown civilian...... The other gangs will laugh at us. I can't take it anymore, and when this trip is over, I'll take you to the woman. ”

"No, no, don't! Don't, Knowles, don't-"

"- Something else? You're not the hairy kid you used to be! You're now the one of the Glory Overseers, and I'm telling you, Bangor, you don't have a choice! ”

Hearing this, the ghost frowned.

He didn't quite understand what the two men were talking about, but he keenly heard an unbearable disregard from the woman named Knowles.

She did not treat the workers and civilians in the shantytowns as human beings.

This makes the ghost very unhappy.

He didn't like that.

The ghost let go of his left hand, and his body spun freely with gravity. The sharp and hard nails of his right hand left deep marks on the masonry of the minaret, and as he swirled, it even formed a deep sunken circle.

Then, he jumped and entered the room through the window. The ghost had no intention of hiding his presence, but he still overestimated the reaction speed of the two. Or rather, he underestimated what he could do.

In the first second of entering the room, the ghost had already strangled the head of the woman named Knowles with his slender right hand, and with a gentle pull, blood splattered.

As for the man named Bangor......

In the ghost's sight, his expression had changed slightly. Turning from worry and embarrassment to deep fear, his mouth opening and closing, as if he was still at the stage of trying to persuade Knowles not to go to the trouble of others.

"Goodbye, Bangor."

The ghost nodded at him. "Some of you weren't born bad, some of you just didn't join the gang because you didn't have a choice, but things didn't change after that, and we can't forgive you on behalf of the dead."

The ghost waved his left hand and ended Bangor's life.

He knew many ways to kill, but he chose to give Bangor the quickest and almost painless night's sleep.

There are thirty-five more.

Knors' head was dropped and the blood was wiped from his robe. The ghost came to the window of the spire. He glanced at the pitch-black gun with the long barrel, reached out and cut the barrel with his fingernails.

He rolled over, sat down on the windowsill, and began to take turns cutting the tip of the barrel with the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Half a minute later, it had turned from a heavy barrel into a sharp, pitch-black spike.

The wraith gripped it and swung the barrel of the gun in Carlil's guild, a sharp cracking sound that flickered. Its length doesn't really fit the Wraith's requirements, and Carlil's knife has a long blade that fits snugly around the wrist and palm.

However, this is more than enough.

The ghost smiled in satisfaction, then leaped off and disappeared into the night.

Tonight is still a long time, and thirty-five sentry posts await his visit.