There was a clear shattering sound.
The glass on a door was smashed by a figure.
Lillian, who was wearing a thin silk nightgown, held a candlestick and looked in surprise at the figure that fell from outside.
It was a rather handsome man with short blond hair, wearing a starry blue police uniform?
Would the police break into a house from the third floor window at — Lillian looked at the clock above her head — four fifty in the morning?
After all, Laurel Clubhouse was one of the most famous' clubhouses' in Red Street Market. It was located between Red Street Market and Riverside Street (a famous commercial street in the Western District). Lillian was also a famous beauty in the clubhouse. Even if it was a count-level noble or a high-ranking court official, Lillian would have to pay at least twenty gold coins an hour to accompany her.
Therefore, when Captain Cohen Karabeyan of the Western City Police Station, who had a bright future ahead of him, rushed into the private bedroom of the Laurel Club from the third floor, Lillian, who was woken up from her sleep, came over to take a look with a candlestick.
"Miss, I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest."
Cohen crawled up from the ground in a sorry state. He hid his sword behind his back and bowed to the charming Lillian. But when he reached out to take off his hat to salute her, he realized that his officer's hat had fallen off during the battle just now.
"Damn it," Cohen muttered.
'It's all the old man's fault for losing my night suit. I can't even go out to buy one in the middle of the night.'
Lillian boldly looked at the polite and handsome police officer. This was very important. Otherwise, Lillian would have thrown a candlestick at him. She rolled her beautiful big eyes slightly and reached out to stroke her smooth black hair. Her fingers brushed across her proud chest as she chuckled. "You're right, Lillian. You're right.
"Respected Sir Police Officer, we are closed tonight."
Cohen obviously knew where he was. Usually, Laurel Club would be bustling with activity at this time.
But facing the beauty in front of him, he only smiled slightly. He was not the slightest bit mesmerized by Lillian's alluring charm.
"So, you have been instructed to close tonight?"
"Of course. The Blood Bottle Gang has opened up a connection and promised to make up for the losses. Otherwise, do you know how much damage Red Street Market will bring to those lords who have worked hard for the kingdom by shutting down for one night? If they can't contribute to the normal operation of the second largest country in the Western Peninsula because of work fatigue, physical fatigue, and mental boredom, then what about the ten million people in Constellation? "
Lillian winked and smiled slyly.
Cohen looked at this mature and seductive beauty and frowned slightly.
It seemed that the information he received through his informant was not complete. He had originally thought that the Black Street Brotherhood had taken the initiative to attack the Blood Bottle Gang's Red Street Market branch. Now, it seemed that the Blood Bottle Gang had set up a trap in Red Street Market in advance and counterattacked.
In that case, the focus of his visit tonight to probe the two big gangs would shift from the Brotherhood.
After all, it was the Blood Bottle Gang that had existed for nearly a hundred years.
"Hey, that golden-haired green-skinned dog!" A female voice from outside the building interrupted their conversation.
"Come down and accept your death! According to the rules, we are not allowed to enter any house. "
Lillian curiously walked to the broken window and saw a woman covered in blood and wearing leather armor. She was waving the whip in her hand and angrily looking upstairs.
Cohen bowed to Lillian again.
"Thank you for informing me, beautiful lady. Please forgive me, but I have to meet another lady now."
The golden-haired police officer cum patrol leader turned around and lightly leaped down the street.
"My dear Lady Bernice, there is no need to be so impatient."
Cohen's smile suddenly became cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"By the King, in the name of the Holy Constellation Covenant, as a level two police officer, I have the authority to kill any suspect who may endanger the interests of the kingdom and the lives of its citizens. Don't worry, I will immediately send you to reunite with your brother."
Upstairs, Lillian covered her mouth. She recognized that it was the younger sister of the notorious Layton siblings, one of the twelve strongest fighters in the Blood Bottle Gang, 'Scorpion Whip' Bernice Layton.
Her brother, "Stinger" Primo Layton, had just come to Laurel Club yesterday. He, who had a penchant for special things, had nearly scalded a new girl to death with the oil in an Everlasting Lamp.
According to the police officer's tone, 'Stinger' Primo Layton had already died in his hands.
"Green-Skinned dog! Even your superior would not dare to disrespect the Blood Bottle Gang! You … How dare you … "Bernice angrily rebuked. As a maverick among the twelve strongest fighters, she had shaved off the left side of her head and combed the rest of her hair to the right side. This made her look much more muscular.
"I will whip every piece of flesh on your body until it becomes mush!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Bernice swung her whip in a circle and curled it towards Cohen. The barbs on the whip seemed to come alive as they flew out and attacked Cohen at the same time!
"I see!"
Cohen's figure suddenly became blurry. Only an expert would be able to see that he was moving at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye. He quickly changed his position.
"Ding! Ding ding! Ding! "
The phantom of the longsword swiftly turned, and the approaching barbs slashed down!
"If your brother was still alive, with his ability to control these barbs, the two of you might have been able to create some trouble if you two worked together."
But Bernice's whip was as flexible as a snake. The tip of the whip and the flying barbs formed a continuous attack without any blind spots.
"If I had arrived ten seconds earlier, Primo would not have died," Bernice said with hatred.
"And you, green-skinned dog, will be torn apart by us!"
Cohen's expression did not change. He slashed down five barbs at lightning speed, but the whip was already in front of his eyes!
At this moment, Cohen's expression suddenly turned serious. He charged forward without even looking at the whip that was lashing at him!
"Idiot who doesn't want to live!"
"Rip!"
Bernice grinned as she looked at the charging Cohen. Her whip mercilessly tore open his right shoulder! At the same time, three barbs shot out!
My barbs are poisoned with pain amplifying poison. There are many barbs, and there are thorns in the barbs. Once they are grazed, the pain will be … Huh?
Cohen did something that Bernice did not expect.
The police's figure rushed forward to meet the three barbs. His momentum did not decrease. He raised his left hand and blocked the barbs that were flying towards him!
The barbs pierced deep into the police officer's arm. One of them even pierced through his palm. But his expression did not change, as if he had just been bitten by an ant.
Bernice looked at Cohen in surprise. Many of her enemies had suffered from the pain of the poisoned barbs. Their faces contorted as they wailed and rolled around under her body.
But he … Why did he not react at all?
Did he not feel pain?
"Street performer. Let's end it here!" Cohen said coldly.
Bernice looked at Cohen, who was charging towards her at lightning speed. She quickly reacted and lashed out with the whip in her hand, trying to build a shield in front of her.
However, a copious amount of power instantly erupted from Cohen's sword!
Bernice's expression changed instantly.
This is … No!
In an instant, Cohen's sword seemed to have become several times sharper. It flashed and cut the barbs into several pieces!
In front of Bernice's eyes, Cohen's cold face and sword became bigger and bigger.
The next moment, the plain but sharp sword ruthlessly pierced through her left chest, and the tip of the sword came out from her back!
At this moment, the words came out of her mouth with difficulty.
"Power of Eradication! You are Super- "
But she could not finish her sentence.
"Law enforcement complete."
Cohen gently pushed the shocked Bernice away from the sword, as if he had done something insignificant.
"Let me give you a suggestion. Next time, if you have a trump card, use it right from the start."
He gently pulled out the barbs from his hand. That powerful force once again surged into his palm, forcing out a few drops of green liquid.
"If I was wearing armor, even if it was light armor, you would have died ten thousand times."
"In the eyes of those who have experienced war, even supra classes are as childish as street fights. But you guys are like children's games."
Bernice closed her lifeless eyes and fell to the ground forever. Not far in front of her, her brother leaned against the wall, his throat pierced by a sword.
Cohen bowed to Lillian, who was still in shock, and headed deeper into Red Street Market.
Although this man looked like a gentleman, Lillian covered her mouth and thought, 'But he really doesn't know how to show mercy to women.'
'But he really doesn't know how to show mercy to women.'
In another alley of Red Street Market.
Jala coldly pulled out the Wolf Limb Blade from the abdomen of the last thug in front of her. She shook off the blood on the blade in disgust.
Thales tried his best not to think about Jala's massacre. It always reminded him of Quide's widened eyes before he died.
Those people were aware of the consequences of joining a gang.
Thales felt much better when he thought about it this way.
Thales pressed down on the black cloth covering his mouth and nose. He watched as Jala slaughtered a small team of seven or eight Blood Bottle Gang thugs. Then, he skillfully and tacitly crawled out of his hiding place and lay on Jala's back.
"How did you overcome it?"
"Hmm?"
"The kind of disgust and guilt from killing people?"
Jala sighed.
"I was taught since I was young." She carried Thales on her back and moved briskly. Her tone was cold. "Those I killed were not my own kind.
It was like stepping on an ant. "
Thales did not say anything else. He only hugged Jala's neck tighter.
After they passed Sven, the road in Red Street Market was littered with corpses and the glint of swords. Even Jala's scalp went numb from a few places.
The two of them were careful along the way. However, in the chaotic situation, even with Jala's ability to hide herself, it was extremely difficult.
The ground was littered with corpses and the deafening sounds of fighting. Even though they tried their best to cover their tracks, they still inevitably ran into two teams of thugs. One was from the Brotherhood, and the other was from Blood Bottle Gang.
Jala attacked with all her might without mercy, leaving no survivors.
Then, she quickly left.
Thales did not know why, but he was already somewhat used to such bloody scenes.
'This is not a good thing,' he reminded himself. Mental numbness would almost certainly lead to deviations in behavior.
"This is the fifth intersection, and we still can't get through." Jala stopped and frowned. She touched the air in front of her.
Thales landed on the ground and touched the air in front of him.
It was clearly nothingness, but what he touched was an invisible and hard barrier.
"Is this a psionic ability?" Thales asked in surprise.
Until now, Thales had not seen many Psionics, but there were still quite a few. For example, Morris, who was in charge of human trafficking in the Brotherhood, was one of them. Years ago, he only used his gaze to suffocate a fleeing child beggar to death.
"No, Psionics do not have such a powerful ability. Blocking five or six intersections of such a large street at the same time … I suspect that the remaining intersections are about the same. Even Psionics would find it difficult to do so. "
Jala pushed up the goggles on her face and said with a solemn expression.
The female bartender carefully observed the transparent barrier in front of her. She remembered the old man and that man. When Jala thought of this, she could not help but pause for a moment. They told her about the terrifying legends.
She put on the goggles again.
"From now on, we have to be more careful and try our best to avoid all battles to avoid exposing our whereabouts.
Based on what I know, this is most likely the work of a Mystic.
I hope that our luck is not so bad that we will run into him face to face. "
Thales widened his eyes.
'Mystic.'
During his five years on the streets, he had heard this word more than once from the customers in Sunset Pub, the customers in Red Street Market, the gamblers in Black Gold Casino, and the thugs in the Brotherhood.
At first, the boy thought that this was similar to the 'magicians' and 'wizards' in the fantasy novels he read in his past life. But later on, he realized that this was not the case.
No one would provide Thales, who was a lowly child beggar, with knowledge about the world. Even if there was, what he could come into contact with were mostly hearsay and terrifying ghost stories.
However, with the professional field research experience he found in his past life, Thales was able to learn a lot of general knowledge through observation. The following were his observations about the word 'Mystic'.
Firstly, almost all the times when 'Mystic' was mentioned, the people who talked about it would be accompanied by negative emotions such as fear, hatred, and curses. Keywords such as' powerful ',' terrifying ',' damned ',' hell ',' illegal ', and so on also appeared at the same time.
Secondly, Mystics were quite rare in this world. (The 'rare' here was not the 'rare' type in his past life, where they were said to be 'rare' but could be found everywhere.) Thales judged that among the countless people who talked about 'Mystics' over the past five years, only one customer and one customer in the brothel had a certain degree of truth to their words. It was obvious that they had either directly or indirectly come into contact with information about Mystics.
Thirdly, he had never heard of any organization or force of Mystics gathering. However, it was widely rumored that there were two Mystics among the highest leaders of Blood Bottle Gang.
Fourthly, the police officers and patrol members who were in charge of patrolling the West City Gate were equipped with weapons known as' anti-mystic equipment '.
Fifthly, Mystics were completely different from the 'Psionics', 'Psionic Warriors', 'Swordsmen of Eradication', and 'Knights of Eradication' that everyone loved to talk about. The latter could be innate or acquired through training. As for Mystics, Thales had never heard of how they obtained their terrifying abilities.
Sixthly, other than Mystics, there was also a weapon with a suspicious name called 'Mystic Gun'. It was only allowed to be used in the kingdom's army. Anyone who held it illegally would be convicted of a felony.
That was all the information Thales had about Mystics.
Thales had imagined countless situations where he would encounter Mystics, but according to the information he had, none of them seemed too optimistic.
Like now.
Thales stuffed the black cloth into his pocket and lay on Jala's back again.
A few minutes ago.
At the center of Red Street Market, in the underground warehouse of a chess room.
A handsome man dressed in blue with long, dark brown curly hair sat quietly beside an ancient military board table. There was a map on the board, and on it were a number of game pieces. There were black and red chess pieces, ranging from knights, swordsmen, catapults, and shield warriors to imperial guards, prime ministers, and kings.
This was a chess game passed down from Eckstedt. It was based on historical allusions and common knowledge of war. It was currently the most popular game among the nobles — 'Rise and Fall of the Empire'. It simulated the battles between the human kings and the armies of the Ancient Empire. For the noble nobles who lived like princes, it was the best way to show off their manliness and attract the attention of women. It was also a pastime that did not have to risk their lives.
Of course, there were also a few nobles with unique hobbies. It was said that they liked to use real people as chess pieces.
Under the illumination of the Everlasting Lamp, if one looked closely, they would find that the map in the middle of the military board was a street map of Red Street Market.
The handsome man moved the chess pieces with ease with his right hand. One by one, he removed the black and red chess pieces from the map. However, among the chess pieces he removed, there were far more black chess pieces scattered around than the red chess pieces, which were concentrated together.
Two black prime ministers were in the middle of the map. There were many black imperial guards and swordsmen around them, and a few red knights were restraining them. Further away, many black knights and shield warriors were being defeated by the two red prime ministers, who were leading the swordsmen and imperial guards.
In the middle of the map, there was a dark red king who stood out like a crane among chickens. Beside him was a red imperial guard.
The handsome man in blue was happily playing his own game. If one were to look closely, one would notice that a light blue energy ball was gathering on his free left hand. It was breathing slowly as if it was alive, and there seemed to be a storm hidden within the energy ball.
The man in blue would occasionally open his mouth to say something. One could clearly see the trajectory of the air vibrating around his mouth, turning into ripples and dissipating in the air.
However, strangely, no sound was made.
This scene was even more eerie in the dark and lonely silence.
At this moment, the man in blue suddenly furrowed his brows.
Then, without changing his expression, he reached out his hand and removed a red catapult from the edge of the map.
However, after a few minutes, the man in blue furrowed his brows again. He slowly reached out his hand and removed the only remaining red swordsman from that spot.
The blue energy ball in the man's left hand flickered for a moment. The storm inside was showing signs of instability.
He took a few deep breaths, and for the first time, he spoke with a voice.
"Who is in charge of keeping watch and intercepting in the direction of downtown?"
He seemed to be asking the air.
In the terrifying darkness, a strange but certain answer came, "Dorno the Shapeshifter, and Sven the Undying."
The man in blue closed his eyes and shook his head. Then, he moved the two red swordsmen from other places to the two chess pieces that were eaten. He moved one of them deeper, as if he wanted to catch the thing that ate him, Dorno, and Sven.
The ripples in the air spread out from his mouth again. His lips opened and closed silently for a while.
Then, gradually, he spoke with a voice into the air.
"The Talon brothers and Moria were eaten by us an hour ago …"
"So they are reinforcements …" he mumbled.
He hesitated for a moment, and moved one of the only two red Prime Ministers on the map over.
"That's good."
However, in the next moment, the man in blue's expression changed again.
He moved his right hand to the edge of the other side of the map and removed the two red swordsmen almost at the same time.
The man in blue's expression did not look good.
"Who is in charge of the Inner West Ring's security mission?"
"It's the Layton siblings, Stinger and Scorpion Whip."
This time, the voice in the darkness seemed to be a little more cautious.
The man in blue did not speak. His gaze wandered back and forth between the two ends of the map. His face showed doubt and dissatisfaction.
"Is it a chess piece from outside? What a headache. Didn't I tell the police station that there would be a curfew? "
In the end, he sighed helplessly.
'Is it because I haven't played these human games for too long that my level has dropped?
Sigh. '
The man in blue raised his head slightly, his expression complicated.
"Groudon, do you know?
"The purpose of traps and mazes is to block the entrances and exits, and trap the rats that walk right into the trap.
"But if the entrances and exits of the traps are cleared.
"Then how are we going to catch the rats?"
Then, the man in blue's expression turned cold. He decisively moved the guard next to the red king in the center of the map to the place where the two red swordsmen were eliminated.
In the darkness, the sound of wind rang out.
Then, there was no more sound.
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