On the afternoon of November 16, the center of Hongfang Street. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The neighborhood that should have been bustling with lights and lights is now filled with patrol soldiers in star-blue uniforms and light armor, as well as police officers in black and blue uniforms, coming and going on the damaged houses and roads, carrying stretchers, supplies, and record books.

"There's another one over here!" a patrol soldier beckoned, and together with his comrades who had rushed to hear the news, dragged out a deformed human body from under a collapsed beam.

"This one still breathes!" another rapid call came from afar. Doctors and healers hired by the town hall, including priests who had volunteered from some of the temples, hurried forward.

Lobik Deira, the first-level director of the Xicheng Alert Department, was standing on a hill piled up of collapsed houses, stepping on a bloodstained building material under his feet.

He had just sent off a few of the city hall magistrates who were just as glamorous as the backstage with a smile, and politely listened to and humbly accepted their stupid complaints such as "Look at how this should be your responsibility to do this, you know that our city hall is also going to work to serve the people, so you have time to come here and waste manpower".

Behind Lobik is a clearing drawn by a large umbrella, which is a temporary morgue that has been cleaned up, and at this moment there are nearly 100 corpses, both innocent citizens and gangsters. Many officials wore masks and walked around the corpse with a pen and paper, and the corpse was recognized from time to time by the family members who rushed to hear the news or were anxious to find it, and then naturally there was a burst of heartbreaking.

Some family members recognized the officials' uniforms, and they even rushed up directly in a heated mood, only to be pulled away by the soldiers and police officers who had been prepared for a long time.

Lobik lowered his head and sighed deeply.

Fortunately, it was winter, and the flies had not yet gathered.

Lobik stepped on a sign that had been split into five or six petals, which looked like some chess and card entertainment room, and walked down with a stiff face.

A delicate swordsman's chess piece, falling out of the bloodstained ruins.

Lobik stopped.

He slowly bent down, picked up the piece, and patted the dust off it.

But the blood stains on the chess pieces have already congealed and cannot be wiped away.

These bastards.

Lobik looked at the chess pieces in his hand with a grim face.

This swordsman's chess piece, which happened to be missing the hand holding the sword, seemed to have broken under a sudden force.

The hall master turned his head to look at the side of the ruins, where a man in a dark red leather coat was watching it all.

The man in the red coat turned around and looked at the disgruntled expression of the hall director.

"I won't agree!" Lobik said categorically.

"Are you sure?" the man in the red coat showed his face, his thin face covered with stubble, but his tone was full of unkindness, "This is the request of the Blood Bottle Gang and the adult." ”

"Nekra! This is not what we originally said! even that lord will not agree to you blowing up Red Square Street into ruins, and taking away almost two hundred lives!" the head of the security department gritted his teeth, almost holding back his anger, and spat out word by word.

"And now you still want - their corpses?"

Lobik felt that his discontent was about to break through the sky.

But the man he called Nekla, although his face was full of coldness, he didn't care about it:

"That's not accurate - it was only a dozen houses in the center of the block that were destroyed, wasn't it?"

"And I really don't know, the old man of the Xicheng Guard Hall, who has been watching all night, also has a sense of justice and compassion - we also lost a lot of people last night, didn't we. ”

Scum, you gangsters, do you expect me to help you?" thought Lobik angrily.

"This is the loss of our Blood Vial Gang, and it is also the loss of that adult, and of course, the loss of you, the hall master. Nekra continued.

This scumbag, why did the Western Front expel him? He should be cut off directly!

Lobik cursed inwardly.

Nekra said in an unkind tone: "So, for the sake of that adult, but some corpses, you can still call the shots, right?"

But Lobik didn't give in as he expected.

The hall master strode up to Nekla, so close that he almost touched his nose, and said with anger in his eyes:

"I don't care how many people have died in your group of scum of the Blood Bottle Gang - I followed the orders of the lord, but he didn't say that you scum would play such a bad thing! This morning, all the kings knew that you have nothing to do in the Red Fang District! Even the Imperial Council is discussing the gangster fight in the XC District!"

Nekla's eyes changed.

Without flinching, he stepped forward against Lobik's forehead, stared into the eyes of the hall master, and said with hatred and anger:

"Then you should know that our anger is no less than yours! The Blood Vial Gang is never reluctant, and the blood debt will be repaid!"

Lobik was also furious by Nekla's provocative answer.

"Don't mention your, especially you useless losers!" he scolded.

"The Blood Vials have never been reluctant, believe it or not, if I withdraw the police and patrol team now, you scumbag won't even be able to get out of Hongfang Street!"

Nekra frowned in dismay, anger growing in his eyes.

Lobik glared back at him without showing any weakness.

The surrounding patrol members noticed the situation and silently approached this side.

Two captains of the Finishing Swordsmen had already turned cold and pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Nekla's afterglow swept over the soldiers, and his heart sank.

This big green skin is really kind.

At the same time, he noticed that among the residents who watched the bustle outside the cordon, several eyes with ulterior motives had also been staring here, disappearing from time to time, and then re-emerging with a few new eyes.

Damn the Brotherhood.

After all, Hongfang Street no longer belongs to the Blood Bottle Gang.

Considering the power of the Alert Hall and the threat of the Brotherhood, Nekra suppressed his discontent and took a step back.

The Demonic Master of Qi is gone, and at least until the Magician of Blood returns, we must relent.

Damn the big green skin, and that damn big nobleman.

"I apologize for my words and deeds—Lord Lobik Dilla," he said, biting the accent on "Lord," a smile bloomed on his thin face, and bowed as if his previous anger had been fake.

This bow is not quite standard.

"We really shouldn't have caused you such a bother—I'm going to leave and ask the Duke for guilt. ”

Nekra smiled shyly and turned to leave.

Until the expected response came from behind.

"Wait!"

Lobik clenched his fists tightly and told himself not to be impulsive.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Sure enough, when I first stepped out, I couldn't turn back.

Lobik shook his hand weakly and waved his men back as they were about to surround him.

The corners of Nekla's mouth curled up triumphantly.

I saw Director Lobik close his eyes in pain, and after a long while, his voice trembled, and he whispered:

"Damn—well, you can take the bodies, but no more than twenty!

The smile on Nekla's face finally became sincere.

"Yes - Your Excellency. ”

He again warmly addressed Lobik as a knight.

Unclaimed corpses? Nekra smiled contemptuously in his heart: Since it is the corpse that the Blood Vial Gang wants, it is naturally "unclaimed".

Isn't it?

It was a pleasant cooperation between the police and the community.

Nekra bowed unstandardly, turned and walked away.

Lobik looked at his back, shook his head, and asked weakly:

"What the hell do you want those corpses for? ”

"Entertain a few old friends for the big guys," Nekra didn't look back, but said in a terrifying tone:

"Prepare a feast. ”

Nekra disappeared from sight, as did the watchful gazes of the crowd.

Lobik lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the puddle of blood at his feet.

It was a helpless middle-aged man with gray hair and wrinkles.

Lobik felt disgusted.

He took a deep breath and looked at the chess pieces in his hand, only to see the one-armed swordsman, smiling at him.

The head of the vigilant department let go of his hand with a sad face and turned to leave.

The swordsman, who did not have a sword, fell into the water of blood, replacing Lobik's reflection.

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6 p.m., Mindis Hall.

"The four five-person regiments, with a clear division of labor and tacit cooperation, are all super-level leaders, leading mortal-level masters - although they are extraordinary and experienced, they are indeed hired in terms of equipment and status. ”

Gilbert stood up from the side of a corpse and waved his hand for the guards to carry it down.

"Mercenaries and adventurers who dare to attack the royal estates - if not the good remuneration promised by their employers, or the confidence that they can avoid the risks. ”

The middle-aged nobleman stood in the hall on the first floor with his hands behind his back, suppressed his disgust for his collaborators, and said to the empty corner:

"What do you think of being a former adventurer?"

A hoarse voice came from the void:

"It's a bit of a both, and it's mostly the latter - the employer doesn't tell them the truth, 'You won't meet a master above the top rank' or 'There won't be more than twenty guards' or anything like that. ”

"Or what their employers didn't expect was that our guards were far beyond the average industry - and that you were there. The middle-aged nobleman replied.

Corpses were carried down the stairs, from the ceilings, from the corridors.

Gilbert looked down in thought as the guards carried the intruder out and cleaned up the bloodstains.

"But it's still too simple. ”

He muttered.

"Even though we've doubled the number of guards in the Mindis Hall, even though we have fifty well-trained mortal-level and even super-rank finishing swordsmen, even though they've only been hired to test - we've handled it too lightly, too simply. ”

The guards who walked by carrying the corpse ignored Gilbert, who was talking to himself.

It was as if the middle-aged nobleman was speaking into the air, until Yodel's figure appeared beside him out of thin air.

"They don't have the consciousness to die, and they don't intend to kill the guards. The masked secret guard whispered:

"If I had struck a little later, they would have retreated. ”

Gilbert frowned deeply.

"That's not right, even if it's just a temptation, their attitude and methods are too rash, it's like-"

Jodel replied aptly: "-- It's like coming to the door to die." ”

The gray-haired middle-aged nobleman nodded and said:

"If their employers are really who we think they are, they know that if we have an important secret, then such an equip will not help at all. ”

"So why are they covering the others?"

Yodel shook his head, "I don't feel anyone else. ”

"No one else's—"

At that moment, Gilbert and Yodel raised their heads at the same time and looked out the door.

At sunset, an ordinary horse-drawn carriage stepped on the avenue leading to Mindis Hall.

After listening to the report of one of the guards, Gilbert nodded and said, "It's Genie who has arrived." “

"That woman," Gilbert frowned, "I hated riding in a small carriage like a horse-drawn carriage more than anything else—and it seems that she restrained her likes and dislikes in order to hide her eyes." ”

After hearing this, yodel jerked his head up!

At first, Gilbert wondered why the expressionless secret guard had reacted so much.

But then, too, his face changed dramatically, and he looked back at Yodel in astonishment.

Cover the eyes and ears of "people" -

No way?

"Didn't you say you didn't feel the others?" asked Gilbert, grimace.

Yodel turned his head to look upstairs, his figure flickering.

"I left eight finishing swordsmen upstairs—" But before Gilbert could finish speaking, yodel disappeared from sight!

Wait, if you don't feel the other "people"-

Gilbert slapped his head hard!

"Everyone! Assemble on the third floor at full speed! Protect the target!"

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Tails was drenched in a cold sweat and looked nervously at the man in front of him.

Just now, the white-faced adult man in front of him, dressed in a gorgeous pleated shirt and expensive leather boots, suddenly appeared between him and the eight finishing swordsmen!

No wind, no sound, no air, no trace.

Then, the eight finishing swordsmen beside Tails shot blood from their necks one after another!

It's not like the Traveler hasn't encountered powerful enemies, such as the mage's Ashida, but he really hasn't encountered an enemy that appears so suddenly.

It was so sudden that Tyers' optic nerves couldn't even react!

He didn't see how the other person was moving at all.

Tails subconsciously wanted to scream, but a right hand suddenly appeared in front of him!

The man, who was dressed in good taste, suddenly covered his mouth.

Tails still couldn't see his movements.

Even a master like the "Ghost of the Wind" Rolf, although his movements are fast and violent, at least there are traces and afterimages!

But the movement of the man's right hand in front of him - there was no movement at all.

It's like animation skipping frames.

Struggling to no avail, Tails gave up wasting his energy. He calmed down, tried his best to calm his heartbeat, and looked at the man in front of him.

The man, who was slightly taller than yodel, had neatly blond hair sparsely flattened behind his forehead, his blue pupils were clear, and though his face was morbidly pale, he was really—so could only be described by Tails—very handsome.

Compared with Ashida's feminine handsomeness, this man can be described as the "sunny and chic" type, coupled with his simple but elegant taste in clothing, he will definitely charm a girl when he goes out.

It's a pity that Tails doesn't feel any warmth at all in his body.

There was a good smell of perfume coming from the man's body, and even a turtle like Tails could recognize that it was not at all the cheap perfume worn by the townspeople in the bazaar.

And now, the handsome man, grinning at him with a pale mouth, smiled at him:

"It was just moving my muscles and bones - but look at me, what did I find?"

"A short-born cub. ”

Short-lived?

Tails grasped the particular word.

"The smell of yours -- tsk, it's delicious. ”

"Sure enough, food is always in unexpected places!"

But the next moment, the blonde man with a relaxed expression suddenly changed his face.

His hand holding Tails flickered again, and the next moment, Tails was held hostage by him with his mouth covered.

"I found out so quickly—I can't deal with that mask," muttered the handsome blonde man, "pack it and eat it at home." ”

"It's good that the sun is going down. ”

It was the last thing Tails heard.

The next moment, his eyes were surrounded by a burst of hot blood red, and the sky swirled.

The scene in the Mindis Hall seemed to spin and get smaller and smaller.

Before he lost consciousness, Tails vaguely saw Yodel's mask appear among the corpses of the eight Terminators.

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