Several combat airships appeared in the thick clouds in the night sky. The airships had the Williams logo on them, and the five airships cast a thick shadow on the clouds. Soon, the airships began to descend. They passed through the clouds, and below them was the brightly lit beer city.
On the leading airship, the pilot looked at the town below and smiled, "This is a good place. There aren't many good places like this on the surface now. No wonder Young Master didn't even go back to his home and came here for a vacation."
The pilot was still very young, but there was already a centipede-like scar on his face. As soon as he spoke, his muscles pulled, and the scar seemed to come alive, indescribably ferocious. It was a badge left behind by the war. As long as they participated in the war, men would more or less leave behind such a symbol. Of course, this was also a "souvenir" that they were proud of.
On the other side of the seat was a middle-aged man wearing an eyepatch. There was a golden eagle pattern on the eyepatch, and his beard and hair were already gray, contrasting sharply with his dark skin. He had a gray-blue eye, an eagle-like gaze, and his thin lips were as sharp as sabers. This person's entire body exuded a sharp and murderous aura. It was a temperament that could only be honed from the battlefield. He was playing with a saber in his hand. The saber spun nimbly in his hand, leaving circles of silver light in the air at the tip of the saber. He said, "It's really a good place. I've fucked a dozen girls in that town and killed some blind bastards. It's fine for Young Master to go there, but if someone dares to kill the Williams, then this town should be destroyed. "
He spoke with a murderous aura, as if the airship was also suffused with a sparkling red fluorescence, like surging blood.
"Young Master Leon won't do that. It's not like you don't know him." The pilot smiled and said, "Besides, where are we going to have fun in the future if we take this place? Go to your house? "
"If you dare to come, I'll chop off your thing too." The middle-aged man chuckled dryly.
"Come on, I won't have any ideas about your three daughters."
"Stop talking. Let's land."
The airship landed outside of Beer City. The commander of this team, the dark-skinned middle-aged man, stood up and carried his equipment down the airship. The team quickly assembled in the open space. This small team of about twenty people was well-armed and had a clear division of labor. There were sword-wielding warriors in charge of close combat, archers to provide cover fire, two sniper experts and an observer. Other than that, there were also tracking masters, battlefield doctors, and information officers.
This was a standard independent combat squad. The commander of this squad had the highest Origin Energy, Level 22. As for the other team members, the few melee fighters were all Level 20, while the archers and sniper specialists were Level 17 or 18. The rest were at least Level 15, so there was no burden in this team.
When Allen saw this team, he couldn't help but nod inwardly. Not only did this independent combat team come from the Williams, it was also directly managed by Leon. This was also one of the results that Leon had accumulated over the past few years of fighting on the surface. There were three other teams like this, and they were Leon's trump cards.
Such a team was enough to complete the mission of sneaking into and killing the leader of a regional battlefield. It was not very effective in large-scale battles, but it could play an astonishing role in regional battlefields. In fact, there were still many tasks that an independent combat squad could complete. From assault to rescue, they were almost omnipotent on the battlefield.
Therefore, it could be imagined how much money and time it would take to nurture such a team.
"How is it? I told you, they are all experts." Leon poked Allen in the arm and walked towards the commander, "Good evening, Lasker."
All the soldiers stretched out their hands, clenched their fists, and hammered their chests, then bowed to each other. The commander named Lasker raised his head and said, "Good evening, Young Master Leon."
"I originally wanted you to have a holiday, but you were the closest to this place, so I called you over."
"It doesn't matter, Young Master. We like this job and are used to the battlefield. It's awkward to have a holiday. " Lasker's eyes surged with that kind of murderous intent again, and he could almost smell the disgusting smell of blood around him.
Such a person might not be of a high level, but he would definitely not hesitate to kill people.
"I'm glad you said that. There were a few blind fellows looking for trouble with me today. I heard that the mastermind was that old brat Blaistin. How about it, are you interested in coming with me? "
"I'd love to."
Leon turned around and gestured to Allen, "Let's go, brother."
The commander glanced at Allen and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, is that the one from Bescot over there?"
Soldiers who had been with Leon for a long time knew that their young master had a good brother, and that person had made a huge contribution to the invasion of Nelm. Like Horn of Beth Cod, that person had already become a famous star in the eyes of everyone and an idol in the hearts of many warriors.
After all, not any Earthling dared to directly enter Mo Suo Xing and kill the Emperor of Nelm, causing that chaotic race to fall into a long period of civil strife and be unable to invade other planets.
Leon nodded and said proudly, "That's right, it's him."
So when Allen walked past the soldiers, all the soldiers, including the commander, stood upright and saluted Allen.
Allen and Leon sat on an airship and watched the ground outside the porthole shrink. Allen asked, "Who is this Blaistin?"
After Leon learned of the mastermind behind the scenes, he called his squad over and told Adele and Jin Liancheng not to participate. Adele was a sniper, and without a weapon in hand, her combat strength could be ignored. Jin Liancheng, on the other hand, was inconvenient to participate in the battles on the ground because of his clan. Of course, if he was injured in the previous attack by the killer, then that would be another matter.
Now that the two of them stayed at the hotel in town, Allen and Leon went to settle the score with the mastermind. Now that Allen asked about the other party's identity, Leon opened a suitcase and said, "Blaistin is the patriarch of a family that is attached to the Smith family." I killed all his troops in a war last year, and that old man has always held a grudge against me. During this period of time, I beat him back fiercely, and he hasn't dared to show his face for half a year.
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"I didn't expect him to hire a killer to deal with me this time. I think the Smith family must be involved in this matter. Without the Smith family's approval, Blaistin wouldn't dare to do so even if he had ten guts."
There were some pistol parts in the suitcase, and Leon quickly packed them up. "So I'm going to teach Blaistin a lesson myself and warn the Smiths," Leon said as he shook the magic pistol with a large caliber.
Allen nodded. This was in line with the way the nobles had always done things.
At the same time the airship began to take off, there was a small town in a valley more than two thousand kilometers away from Beer City. The town used the valley as a natural barrier, and heavy firepower was stationed at all the commanding heights.
Although it was night, the town was still brightly lit, especially a castle behind the town, where bursts of laughter and laughter could be heard. That was the private residence of the town's owner, Blaistin. Although Blaistin had built the castle according to the requirements of the castle, it had only taken him a year to build the castle. Whether it was in size or pattern, it was far from meeting Blaistin's requirements.
Of course, Blaistin knew this himself, so he didn't force it. After the castle was completed, he placed it in and ordered that the castle must be lit by oil lamps or candles. Due to his unique hobby, the castle was like the eighteenth century of the old era. Even Blaistin's clothes were designed with reference to that era.
There was a banquet in the castle tonight. Looking through the black iron gate at the castle wall, one could see a lot of people gathered in the small square in front of the main building. There was a band playing in the square, a chef cooking delicious food, and men and women chatting intimately.
However, these people were not the main guests. The main guests were in the main hall of the castle, which was brightly lit. On a small stage to the side, a singer was singing, and in the hall, there were only a few people in twos and threes talking in low voices. As a result, the hall seemed spacious, but it also made these people's identities even more special.
"Mr. Wigg, it's an honor to meet you tonight."
In front of a floor-to-ceiling window in the hall, Blaistin, who was over fifty years old, raised his goblet with a smile, greeting the tall man in front of him. Wigg came from the Smith family, and he was the second-in-command of the family. Most of the Smith family's affairs were handed over to him. No matter where he went, Wigg was an influential person, so tonight, Blaistin was quite excited to be able to stand together with this influential member of the Smith family.
"I wish you a pleasant evening." Wigg, who had just arrived, had a red scarf draped over his silver-gray suit. He raised his goblet and said, "Forgive me for asking, but how is Mr. Blaistin handling that matter?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wigg. According to your instructions, I found the stupidest assassin group to greet the young master of the Williams. Leon will definitely be able to easily find out who ordered them, so he should be on his way to find trouble with me now. " Blaistin smiled and said, "I know that young man's personality very well. He won't mobilize a large number of troops. He'll probably only find a private team nearby and kill them."
"That's exactly what I want him to do." Wigg narrowed his eyes. "Now that Capullo has agreed to a second negotiation with the Federation, we need to do something to put pressure on the Federation. For example, if the Williams' heir falls into our hands, his father will presumably fight for some necessary benefits for Marshal Capullo at the negotiating table. "
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