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"You say that thing works!

"We've done so many things, we've been looking for so many years!"

One of the six giants of the Black Street Brotherhood, Anton the "Ripper" angrily grabbed the collar of the "Sleepless Eye" Lancer and pressed him against the wall: "And now! The Black Sword used it to pierce countless holes in the Blood Magician!

"Your goal is to kill the Black Sword, right?"

"Calm down, Anton!" Maurice, one of the Big Six, dragged Anton's hand in a sweat: "We received a message from the north together......"

"Although he was seriously injured and his life and death are unknown, he escaped with the black sword, didn't he?"

"Even if that weapon doesn't work, it'......"

"At least Black Sword might still be alive!"

"Might be alive?" Anton still held back against Lancer, he turned his head angrily and pointed at Lancer at Maurice, "So you can forgive this guy!"

"Even if he uses fake weapons to frame Black Sword?"

"Even under his guidance, there is no return at all for our efforts over the years?"

Morris was momentarily speechless.

Lancer grabbed Anton's bandaged arms.

"I'm not sure Ramon is here...... But it's not necessarily a problem with that weapon, after all, we haven't even figured out the name and function of that weapon!" Lancer gritted his teeth and looked directly into Anton's angry eyes: "In the secret department, I have read the relevant files, the blood demon master is quite special, it cannot be directly sealed by ordinary legendary anti-demon forces...... But that doesn't mean ......"

"your files! I won't believe a word of those secret things anymore!"

"Didn't you see the summons?" Anton scolded emotionally, "The so-called legendary anti-demon weapon that you said can seal the magician - ineffective!"

"Just two days ago, the black sword almost died at the hands of the Blood Demon Master!"

"Maybe the weapon itself is something that lured us in......"

"Impossible," Lancer stared at Anton and said in a deep voice, "That news has something to do with the lady who is also very jealous of Morat......"

Anton's hand became tighter and tighter, and he interrupted Lancer and said fiercely:

"Fuck Moratt Hansen! fuck the kingdom secret!"

"Don't forget who made us like this!"

"Who took us from ...... It has become like this, the Black Street Brotherhood, which abandoned the bottom line, lost its conscience, and did bad things for the sake of revenge, has become a kingdom moth that can only survive in the shadows!"

Anton's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Especially you, Lancer Corbiang! Aren't you the undercover agent that Morat planted among us back then!"

"The Black Sword forgave you, but I didn't!"

Maurice, who was dragging Anton, shuddered violently.

"Undercover?"

"Haha, for twelve years, you haven't been bothered with this matter until now?" Lancer sneered hard, not caring about Anton's hand, "What does the last twelve years mean to you?

"The last twelve years?"

Anton seemed to be stimulated to the most important nerves, his face was bruised, he jumped like thunder, and roared wildly: "Raised by a son of a bitch! Do you think Lao Tzu is willing to take care of a bunch of thieves, robbers, rapists and other scum?"

"Working with neurotics like Sandara Roda and Lazenchi Fisseau?"

"Do you be a smuggler and a murderer every day!"

Lancer's face changed abruptly, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth as his brow continued to stir.

"What kind of life have we had in the past twelve years......" Anton continued to grit his teeth, "how much ...... have you paid for that ethereal news"

"Then kill me here!"

"Take my head to comfort the dead and comfort the adult!" Lancer shouted violently, interrupting Anton: "Just treat me as the greatest enemy, as if you have taken revenge, and you can go back and be a good man......"

"Enough!"

A louder roar rang out from the side.

Anton and Lancer were shocked at the same time, and the two turned to Morris on the side.

"Lech Malone. ”

"Cabra Gletley. ”

"Delecoto Ellsworth. Morris shuddered, he bowed his head deeply, clenched his fists, and names popped out of his mouth: "Kurdimo Finwin." ”

"Kilsters Desmond!"

"And the ...... of the adult"

Anton and Lancer were both shocked!

"Remember them, remember the names?"

"The oath we made together back then! Find out all the real murderers and avenge the dead!" Morris raised his head, and his eyes were already red at some point: "Do whatever it takes!"

"Do you think you're alone in the pain of silent?" Morris yelled, "In the past ten years, those of us who originally didn't know anything about gangsters and organizations have worked hard to build up our territory, build up our forces, infiltrate the underground world, recruit all the manpower, fight against the Blood Vial Gang, evade the pursuit of the secret department, treat all suspects as enemies, track down Saliton and the Shadow Shield, and track down the truth of the year......"

"Isn't it all for one purpose!"

"Bang!"

Morris punched with all his might, slammed into the wall, and his lips trembled:

"I've never killed a child before......"

"But in the past twelve years, there have been one hundred and fifty-four children who have died in the abandoned house alone, from the age of four to twelve—not counting the many beggars killed by the Roda family raised by the son of a son of a bitch, two months ago!"

"These are all blood debts to me!"

"I buried each and every one of them with my own hands! I remember almost every single one of them!"

"The most recent one ...... just a year ago"

"A boy who ran away, just to show our toughness and ruthlessness in front of the negotiation opponent, I suffocated him alive with my ability!" "Morris was emotional, his ability was a little out of control, and even the air around him became unstable:

"God knows what our group of people have paid and what they have become in the past ten years!"

Anton closed his eyes, bit his lower lip tightly, and lowered his head.

Lancer laughed suddenly.

"Yes, that's a good point," Sleepless Eyes showed a crying and laughing expression: "Hahaha, Anton Levanoski, do you think that we are doing so much to correct, atone for our sins, or to pay for the sins of the past and create a better world?"

"Dreaming!"

Lancer, who looked at him with a terrible eye, scolded:

"Let's see what we've been doing all these years! The Prison of Bones in the Western Wilderness - that's where we're supposed to be!"

"But why are we here, why haven't we taken the punishment that should have been given to us?"

Lancer shoved Anton away and shouted angrily:

"That's because on that day twelve years ago, from the moment we arrived at the gate of the Fuxing Palace, we had already turned into a group of ghosts, a group of ghosts, a group of corpses that were still breathing!"

"The only, supreme, supreme purpose of our existence is to drag out all the enemies and black hands, and then destroy them with them......"

"Only Black Sword knows best - we're already in hell. ”

There was a sudden silence in the airtight, soundproof room.

"Boom!"

Anton kicked the wall hard, then walked over to the table, jerked out a chair, and sat down heavily.

Morris covered his face, blood already flowing from his fist against the wall.

Lancer stared at the ground steadily, his eyes motionless.

In the silence, only the moverned, trembling, or rapid breathing of each of the three men could be heard.

Until Morris was the first to break the silence.

"We have to believe in the Black Sword," the fat man tried his best to contain his emotions and said slowly, "Even if he doesn't have a legendary anti-demon weapon, he has the ability to escape from the magician...... Just like when he faced Aishida. ”

Lancer re-pulled his scarlet cloak.

"Wait for news from him. The intelligence leader of the Brotherhood from the secret department whispered: "When he recovers from his injuries, I want the black sword to try that weapon again,"

"How to try!" Anton still didn't adjust himself, he frowned and said unceremoniously: "Do you gamble with your life! If you meet the Blood Demon Master again, it may be the death of the black sword!"

"No, I'll tell him to stay as far away from the Blood Wizard as possible before confirming the availability of that weapon. Lancer replied without emotion.

"Availability?

"Do you remember Gu?" said Lancer silently, "That Far Easterner." ”

"Gu?"

Anton frowned: "Before our mercenary group was disbanded, the last kid to come in, the guy who was swept out of the house by the night-sleeper black guards?"

"That's him," Lancer said slowly, "he's in Exeter, bringing me some news." ”

"Do you still have contact with him?" Morris bandaged his fists and wondered, "Gu is not in the same group as us...... You've said before that guy has his own agendas and is very suspicious. ”

"We still don't have enough eyeliner in the north, and we have to borrow local connections," Lancer shook his head, "and Gu—whether he's suspicious or not—seems to mix well there." ”

"Wait, you said you need to confirm the performance of that weapon first...... So......" Maurice looked at Lancer in a daze.

"That's right, Gu has found an old friend in Exeter in the past few days......" Lancer raised his head and looked sharp: "It's really an old friend." ”

Anton and Morris looked at each other in amazement. (To be continued.) )