Gattes.

Inside the Gray Detention Center.

The fluorescent blue light reflected the pale face behind the glass.

The quivering eyelids also distorted the light.

He opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and then there was silence.

The messy ground and twisted steel bars are a sign that something has happened...... What the.

Place.

Port Will.

Downtown.

In the chaotic neighborhood, there are some hurried figures.

By the wooden wall, there was a gentleman sitting in the corner.

He was disheveled, and his face was obscured by the collar of his worn trench coat.

He was perusing every newspaper, sneering or disdainful glances in the crowd around him.

After a long time, he hung his head and dropped a few drops of crystal.

"Na, you're right, there is a lot of information hidden in the newspaper, and the details are true. ”

"Forgive me, I...... Just missed. De's eyes became darker and darker, and he became more and more confused.

"What if...... If...... How good it would be if I didn't stab you, that sword...... , that sword. ”

With trembling hands and swaying shoulders, he buried his entire face in the newspaper.

Time seems to go backwards, to the lonely child.

He huddled in the corner, as in the past, so helpless, lonely and small.

De was sobbing incessantly, and footsteps were heard.

The killer's instinct irritated his nerves, and then there was extreme pain.

The face was cut open, revealing a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

The white flesh hung down, and Tak opened his blurred eyes.

In front of him was a young man, whose handsome face was revealed after a blur of light and shadow, and Tak knew this gentleman.

It's a stampede...... Port Will is going to tremble, Mr. Torke.

The brilliance of the Chauvin family in Port Will comes from two sides.

The glory of the Dark World belongs to Mr. Teucer.

The simplest example is the Little Wharf out of the lower town, as the proverb goes, "It's better to offend Burke than to offend Chauvin's dogs...... Trafigura. ”

The glory of the secular world goes to Mr. Wright of Yuanfan Group.

Teucer quietly looked at De who was leaning against the corner.

There was confusion in his pupils, for some reason, Teucer hadn't experienced so much suffering.

After all, as a ...... Subordinates, especially Chauvin Weir's, could have so much pain.

But this does not mean that he likes De's cowardly appearance.

Tak lifted his feet and furrowed his good-looking brow.

"Are you awake?" The soles of the leather boots raised were covered with steel spikes, which were covered in blood and dripping red.

De's eyes diverged slightly, "Sober up, the adult education is right." ”

Teucer smiled, patted De's cheek, and fingered...... Insert the wound into the face.

"Does it hurt?" Tak's pupils reflected Teucer's cruel smile.

"It doesn't hurt. ”

Teucer glanced at De's clenched white fingers, "You're lying, hahaha. ”

Teucer withdrew his fingers and took out a handkerchief to wipe it carefully, "You killed Na?"

"Yes, he stopped me from looking for arms and betrayed me. ”

Tak lifted his face, "I was targeted by the Golden Mask, but I hit him hard. ”

"Oh, it's you. Teucer's eyes looked at the sparse crowd.

"I use the revolver. ”

"Revolver. Teucer was rarely silent after a few moments, and after a moment, his lips moved slightly, "Times have changed. ”

He paced away, drifting away.

The voice crossed the alley, "I'll stop the Golden Mask, and you continue to look for arms." ”

Teucer frowned, his gaze reflecting the stained ground as his figure dissipated.

De looked at his distant back and continued to study the newspaper.

A few minutes later, the dull bell tower bells rang, followed by cascading bells at the same time, and De's eyes flickered.

"What does the difference between the bells explain?"

During his career as an undercover agent, he learned that the transmission of sound is more jet-lag than light, and that various forces convey hidden messages through specific differences in sound.

Tak stood up and looked at the puddle at the huge wound on his face.

Black blood squirmed, reconstructing its face over and over again.

In the strange squeaky sound, the wriggling black blood filled the wound, and the face was smooth again.

Find a few clues through the newspaper.

According to Killer Experience and ...... Social experience, several contraband trading points are revealed in the newspapers, but the belonging forces are unknown.

But he is not without a way out, as far as he knows, it is not the major forces that really know the regions, but the forces that have been silent and even forgotten, and no one knows about it...... sphere of influence.

Tak's mind quickly lined up the gains and losses.

According to the grapevine, the North McCann Division is about to arrive in Port Will, and it is extremely difficult to investigate the arms clues in a few days.

Investigate the incident...... There is an unwritten rule.

It's just that people always like to push things down one by one.

It started with Wright.

Wright of the Yuanfan Group passed the order to investigate the arms to Germany through a servant.

Now that De didn't investigate, Teucer came to urge.

Maybe they are open-faced forces and can't act rashly.

After all, their every move is closely monitored by the rest of the forces.

But what's even worse is that they devolved the incident to the next level.

If Germany decentralizes the investigation, then the investigation will still be distributed layer by layer, and there will never be a result.

The mortals can't be expected to investigate the whereabouts of the arms.

De had always thought it was far easier for Mr. Tork to investigate the arms incident than he was to do so.

It's just that Teucer doesn't want to do it.

The Port Weill Police Department has been delegated to the police station because of layers of tasks...... The efficiency of case handling has been criticized.

De's life is full of ups and downs and sorrows.

The experience of being a child at the Relief Society is still deeply rooted in my heart.

Among them are the manual work that must be done for the daily ration, or acting as an undercover agent, with no stars of happiness under an innocent smile.

The suffering of virtue is much more than that, and the broken key makes the broken transcendent.

For some reason, as a dark line, a latent is a few years.

He walked out of the dusty history, but times have long changed.

Extraordinary forces, large and small, have infiltrated various industries.

This is also the reason why Dehona, even though he has power, is in a difficult situation.

Na seems to have forgotten his mission, and as the hidden danger of the missing key is exposed, Na's physique is getting worse day by day.

As an agent, De needs to hide his strength, and neither can use his ability, and in the end they are pushed into the abyss from which they will never recover.

The lonely back is far away in the alley.

Distance.

A broken golden mask caused a rush of people.

Crazy crowd of robbers...... Completely losing his mind, a boy is squeezed out by a surging crowd.

He looked at the torn clothing on his right arm.

There were sleazed forearms and several new wounds.

The boy's face was huddled together, and he hung his head like an adult, "It's over, I'm going to be beaten again." ”

The tattered golden mask was stained with blood at some point.

De looked indifferently at the writhing group of people and listened to a roar.

"Teucer really did it. ”

"Heh, the Golden Mask is a strange thing, and the owner of it will eventually get into trouble. ”

"There are no more than two ways to die, the transcendent one will take it or ...... Gower organizes retaliation. ”

"Is this the fearlessness of the ignorant?"

Under the vast sky, De's mood became worse and worse.

Na's death was a scar in his heart, in his heart...... Never heals.

"To live, everything is just to live, a pale fate, no one can break it. ”

In the whisper, De's footsteps went away.

The level of education is not high, but after he has transcendence, he can see through history.

Behind the simple language in the textbook is endless depth.

The textbook explains that knights can decide the life and death of mortals, but Tak understands the transcendent and the arbitrary ruler...... Mortals live and die, and mortals are humble as dust.

The lonely figure stopped at No. 25 in the rental area of the small dock area, and he pushed open the wooden door with a slight gap.

Find ...... Vacant, asked for a cheap ale, and sat quietly.

The clock swayed and the passage of time was unusually obscure.