Chapter 116 People in Hell (Part 2)

Yongxing City, Black Street.

"You said that the game works! The legend of the **** is anti-magic!"

"We have done so many things and have been looking for so many years!"

One of the six giants of the Black Street Brotherhood, "The Ripper" Anton angered the collar of "The Eye of Sleeplessness" Lancer, and pressed him to the wall: "And now! Black Sword uses it in the blood There are countless holes in the magician! Nothing is used!"

"Your goal is to kill the black sword, right?"

"Calm, Anton!" Morris, one of the six giants, swarmed and slammed Anton's hand: "We received the letter from the north of the crows..."

"Although I was seriously injured, life and death are unknown, but the black sword he escaped, isn't it?"

"Even if the arm is not used, but..."

"At least Black Sword, he may still be alive!"

"Maybe alive?" Anton still succumbed to Lancer. He turned his head angrily and pointed at Morris to Morris: "So you can forgive this guy!"

"Even if he is armed with fake arms to frame the black sword?"

"Even under his guidance, we have no return for so many years of dedication?"

Morris paused.

Lancer snapped Anton’s arms around the bandage.

"Although Ramon is not there, I can't be sure...but it's not necessarily the problem of arming. After all, we don't even figure out the name and function of the armed!" Lancer bit his teeth and looked straight into Anton's anger. Eyes: "In the secret department, I have read the relevant files. The blood magician is special. It can't be directly sealed by the ordinary legendary anti-magic arm. But this does not mean..."

"Go to your file! I don't believe anything in the secrets!"

"Did you not see the message?" Anton said with excitement: "The so-called legendary anti-magic armor that you can seal the magician is invalid!"

"Just two days ago, the black sword almost died in the hands of the blood magician!"

"Maybe the weapon itself is something that leads us..."

"Impossible," Lanser stared at Anton, Shen Shen said: "The news is related to the lady Morat is also very jealous of..."

Anton’s strength was getting tighter and he interrupted Lancer, screaming:

"Go to his mother's Morat Hansen! Go to his mother's kingdom secret!"

"Don't forget who made us like this in the past!"

"Whoever changed us from ... to the present, for the sake of revenge, to abandon the bottom line, to lose the good, the bad things to do the Black Street Brotherhood, to become a kingdom locust that can only survive in the shadows!"

Anton's eyes are red and bite: "Especially, you, Kirby Lancer! You are not the undercover that Morat was in us!"

"Black sword forgives you, I don't have it!"

Morris, dragging Anton, trembled.

"Undercover?"

"Haha, in the past 12 years, have you been entangled in this matter until now?" Lancer sneered hard, not paying attention to Anton’s hand: "What did the past twelve years mean to you? You thought we Was the brotherhood created for fun?"

"The past twelve years? Fun?"

Anton seems to be stimulated to the most important nerves, his face is prominent, thundering, thunderously roaring: "The **** is raised! Do you think that Laozi is willing to control a gang of thieves, robbers, rapists?"

"Working with neurotic diseases like Sandara Rhoda and Razanci Fasso?"

"Do smugglers and murderers every day!"

Lanser's face changed suddenly, and his brows continued to sway, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth.

"What are the days we have been in the past 12 years..." Anton continued to gnash his teeth: "How much has you paid for your vain news..."

"Then kill me here!"

"Take my head to comfort the dead, and comfort the adult!" Lanser screamed and interrupted Anton: "Just treat me as the greatest enemy, as you have already revenged, peace of mind, You can go back and be a good person..."

"enough!"

A loud roar rang 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 trembled. He lowered his head and squeezed his fists. One name came out of his mouth: "Kurdimo Fenvi."

"Kilsters Desmond!"

"There is that adult..."

Anton and Lancer both shocked!

"Remember them, remember these names?"

"When we made the vows together! Find out all the real murderers and avenge the dead people!" Morris looked up, not knowing when it was already red-eyed: "At all costs!"

"Do you think that you are suffering alone in silence? Slim!" Morris shouted: "For more than a decade, we guys who have nothing to do with gangs, what organizations don't know, have worked hard to build the ground, build power, Infiltrate the underground world, draw all the people, contend with the blood bottle, avoid the secrets of the mystery, treat all the suspects as enemies, track the shields of Surito and the shadows, and trace the truth of the year..."

"Not all for one purpose!"

"boom!"

Morris punched with all his strength, squatting on the wall and shaking his lips:

"I have never killed a child before..."

"In these 12 years, the children who died in the hussars, from the age of four to twelve, have a total of one hundred and fifty-four. This is not the same as that of the **** that was raised two months ago. There are so many children killed in a family!"

"These are all blood debts that belong to me!"

"I personally buried each of them! I almost remember each of them!"

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

"A boy who runs away, in order to show our toughness and jealousy in front of the negotiating opponent, I used the power to kill him!" Morris was emotionally uncomfortable, the power was out of control, and the air around him was not stable:

"Tian knows what we have paid for this group of people for more than a decade, and what has become something!"

Anton closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, lowering his head.

Lanser smiled abruptly.

"Yeah, well said," the sleepless eyes showed a crying smile: "Ha ha ha, Anton Levanowski, you think that we have done so many things, to correct, redeem or repay Did you sin in the past and create a better world?"

"dream!"

Lanser, who looked terrible, shouted:

"Look at what we have done in the past few years! The bones of the Western Wilderness - that is where we should go!"

"But why are we here? Why didn't we accept the punishment that should have been given to us?"

Lancer yanked Anton and yelled:

"That is because the day before the 12th year, when we arrived at the Renaissance Palace, we have become a group of ghosts, a group of ghosts, a group of still breathing bodies!"

"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 the black sword knows best - we are already in hell."

The air-conditioned room was suddenly quiet.

"Boom!"

Antony kicked the wall and walked to the edge of the table, slamming out a chair and sitting down heavily.

Morris glared at his face, and the fist against the wall had already flowed out of blood.

Lancer fixedly looked at the ground, his eyes motionless.

In the silence, only the three men's repressed, trembling or rushing breathing sounds were heard.

Until Morris first broke the silence.

"We have to believe in the black sword," the fat man tried his best to clean up his emotions and slowly said: "Even if there is no legendary anti-magic arm, he has the ability to escape from the magician... As I faced Ahidah."

Lanser re-drawn his scarlet cloak.

"Wait for his news." The brother of the brotherhood who was born in the secret department whispered: "When he raises a wound, I want the black sword to try again."

"How to try!" Anton still didn't adjust himself. He frowned and said: "Go to gamble! Come on a blood magician, maybe the death of Black Sword!"

"No, I will marry him. Before confirming the availability of the armed forces, the farther away from the blood magician, the better." Lanser replied without emotion.

"Availability? How to confirm?" Morris erased the radiance in his eyes.

"Do you still remember Gu?" Lansell said silently: "The Far East."

"Gu?"

Anton frowned. "Before the dissolution of our mercenary group, the last kid who came in? The guy who was swept away by Wuyiwei in the night?"

"It's him," Lancer said slowly. "He is in Exeter and brought me some news."

"Do you still have contact with him?" Morris wrapped his fist and wondered: "Gu is not a group with us... You said before that the guy has his own purpose and is very suspicious."

"Our eyeliner in the north is still a little lacking, and I have to borrow local contacts," Lanser shook his head. "And regardless of whether he is suspicious or not - it seems to be very well mixed there."

"Wait, you have to confirm the armed performance first...so..." Morris looked at Lancer slyly.

"Yes, Gu found an old friend in Exeter in these days..." Lanser looked up and looked sharp: "It's really an old friend."

Anton and Morris looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)