Chapter 44 The Truth of Hongfang Street

Hongfang Street.

8pm.

The police and town halls were withdrawn two days ago.

In addition to the time after the battle, the ruins still need time to rebuild, Hongfang Street has already opened.

The whole street is brightly lit and the voices are full of people. The most inferior rogue, secretly beckoning after the dark alley, waiting for a person to talk about the price for a long time, the two will be impatient to walk into the bungalow;

In front of the high-level halls, the graceful guests, attracting customers from all walks of life, from the drunken veteran to the ignorant youngsters, from the young kingdom of the valuable price to the smoky merchants, with a dazzling array of services and dizzying 胴- Body, swallowing the wallet that is coming and going;

At the top, there are a number of well-dressed drivers in front of the house. They are still in a low-key luxury carriage without a badge, and they are parked in front of the various halls. Several servants will respectfully go down to the ladies and ladies who will come down from the hall. Meet the carriage, then drive away, and return the next day - these are the real customers who are really worthy of money and power. The hidden identity behind them can even make the bosses of the conference halls tremble.

Everything is the same as it was twenty days ago. It seems that Hongfang Street has never experienced a **** and terrible gangster fire. The protectors of the street and the collectors who have been drawn have not changed from blood bottles to the Black Street Brotherhood. .

In addition to the center of Hongfang Street.

There, the ruins of more than a dozen houses that were blown into pieces by the gas magician were still dark.

In this darkness, dozens of people are busy, laboriously digging under the rubble, and constantly heard the sound of the shovel colliding with the mud.

Under the moonlight, the six giants of the Black Street Brotherhood, the intelligence leader, "The Eye of Sleeplessness" Kirby Lancer, wearing a scarlet cloak, standing in the ruins, watching the darkness of Monday, watching The lights in the distance can not help but frown.

Too close... he thought.

The opening of the halls is still too close to where we are going to dig.

In the distance, a sleepless person made a whistle, it was a secret number: two people passed, everything was normal.

Lancer nodded to another sleepless person in the dark.

But he saw a ceiling lamp in a hall next door, and the light slightly illuminated the road leading to it.

Lanser groaned dissatisfiedly from the nose.

too close.

Immediately, a sleepless person who knew the opportunity left behind him and communicated with another member of the fraternity for a while, and the latter strode to the hall.

Not long after, the top floor lights of that hall were darkened, and the ruins were re-entered in darkness.

Lanser nodded.

The Ricker kid will extend the time for prohibiting business.

Too much impact on our homework.

But we can only do these things in the evening.

However, Lanser knew that it was necessary to ban the operation of the Red Square Street. It is better to let the nobles endure for one more day. It is better to let each of them in their own territory cut off an acre of land and hand it over to the Brotherhood, which is even faster.

Lancer slowly walked forward.

Ten days and ten nights, they dug a full ten meters deep and twenty meters wide under the chess room, but they did not dig anything.

Now, you can use the excuse of "finding the clues of the magician of the gas" to "find the truth of the death of the Taryn brothers and Moria", but can't find it again...

If we can't find it again, we will be discovered by someone who will sooner or later - Lancer thinks sullenly.

Whether it is a secret, or a dead but not a stiff blood bottle.

Even the other, the snakes hidden in the dark.

Even if, even if Fangfang Street is now a fraternity.

Fortunately, the sorcerer of the gas blasted them around, otherwise they had to work hard to find out the ownership of all the houses in the neighborhood with the more and less background owners of the Red Square Street. .

But now it's not bad - in the plan, the digging may take a year and a half or even longer to start, and now, like now, you can start a few days after taking the Red Square Street.

Of course, the unobstructed excavation site also increases the difficulty of covering up secrets.

So I have to dig a little faster - Lancer can't help but feel a little bored.

Just at this time.

"Found it!" A loud, bold voice came from far away!

Lancer can't help but move!

He swept away the insomniac behind him and hurried forward.

"Found, Kirbyon!" A tall, thin figure hugged a long strip of cloth and walked up.

This is a man with a narrow face. The dark golden curls are uncomfortably scattered on his shoulders. He is tied with a black leather strap. Three short knives are inserted under the left and right ribs and his waist. His arms are wrapped in thick. In the thick bandage, the height is almost second only to the two-meter piano, but the thin figure affects his external look.

"Ripper" Anton Levanowski - one of the six giants of the Brotherhood, responsible for the smuggling of strategic resources such as Essence Oil and Lek Crystal, is excited to hold his arms full of dirt Articles, coming towards Lancer.

Behind him, an obese figure, one of the Big Six, Morris, who is in charge of the population business, came up with a look of disappointment.

"It should be this! I opened my eyes and looked at it. Wow... It’s exactly the same as the painting..." The rough accent was spoken in Anton’s mouth, which was particularly harsh.

"You won't think of it. You dug for ten days and dig through the sewer. As a result, it is not buried in the ground - it is hidden in the partition between the basement and the ground!"

"If it wasn't for me to pee when I peeed, I stepped on it... haha, I said that things can't be too complicated... You dug with Morris for ten days like a neuropathy... haha..."

Morris, behind him, looked up at his arm and clenched his teeth.

"Look! I have been here for five minutes. I want to urinate when I leave.

For ten minutes, Lancer finally couldn't stand this. From more than a decade ago, the Nida people from the East China continent had been astounded.

"Shut up, thin!" Lanther snatched the long strip of Anton's hand in disgust, regardless of the dirt above, and the hand trembled to reveal a corner.

What Anton wanted to say, but he was maliciously arched by Morris behind him and fell awkwardly.

"Dead fat...you don't mean I am better than you..."

"Shut up, Anton!" This time is a wicked Morris.

Lancer gently covered the cloth.

"Yes," he said gently, but he couldn't cover the strange excitement in his voice: "This is it."

Lanser stroking the long strip with a tremorous hand, as if touching the lover: "Thousands of hardships, you must also win the Red Square Street without pretending to be a magician, and you can’t alarm the secret. The return!"

"Hey," Anton said with a look of discomfort: "Who said that he didn't alarm the magician? Who do you think this ruin was blown out?"

"The emergence of the magician of the gas is an accident, the black sword did not lead him away, but he really does not know this thing." Morris calmly said: "But I am thinking, Aichda must know something - so Only give up the opportunity to kill the black sword, venture back to the king, and join the small site to fight - he may even know that we are looking for a weapon that can deal with him."

"But we are still in him, found under the eyes of the magical master." Lanser observed the outline of this thing, sullen.

Mentioned the magic of the gas, the three people present were silent.

"When I received the news, I thought that you and Qinqin would both die in Hongfang Street." Lanser broke the silence and sighed slightly.

"We are lucky enough," Morris lowered his head, his eyes shrouded in the shadows: "You should look at the Moria and Taren brothers - he still likes to pinch the ball."

"What happened to him?" Anton's eyes had strange colors.

"Maybe I met a nemesis," Lanser squeezed the parcel in his hand and closed his eyes gently: "But it must not die."

"That said, twelve years... I still can't believe it..." Anton bit his teeth and recalled in the fear of mixed hatred: "I saw it with my own eyes, and the black sword clearly killed. He three times...three times..."

"Then he was resurrected," Morris gloomy, biting his teeth: "Two hours, three times resurrection."

"Four times," Lanser silently added: "After the palace gate, after the king-storage poisoning, Big Surington also killed the monster once."

In an instant, the air in the triple room seemed to sink.

Anton looked at the long strips in front of his eyes, and he was puzzled and asked: "We have been looking for ten years - but this thing, is it really useful? After all, the entire continent is full of anti-magic armed forces..."

"Those things on the guards can only slightly weaken the influence of the magic energy," Lancer said without hesitation: "Only the legendary anti-magic armor given by the emperor can truly deal with the magician - while still in the secret Morat said this to me."

"I don't dare to believe the information of your former boss." Anton looked pale, like what he remembered, and there was a shudder: "...the old man, even with a mouthful of poison."

"Right, our action this time," Morris worried: "The Kingdom Secrets did not intervene? After all, according to your statement, this is a legendary anti-magic armor that is out of the book... than a private magic gun Still serious..."

Privately own magic gun? Lanser snorted in the bottom of her heart.

Private magic guns, but also the death penalty, and concealed the legendary anti-magic armed in the book - hehe.

But Lanser just shook his head: "The king is about forty-eight years old. The choice of aristocratic stocks is enough to make them feel bad. And, I made a deal with Exeter's darkroom, they will release Morat. Interested in the news, Ramon to attract the full attention of the Secret, Morat will not find our purpose - I know my teacher too."

"But fortunately, no matter the magician of the blood bottle, or the secret, I don't know the importance of this thing..." Lansermo took care of the cloth on his hand and thought about it.

"Right, the truth of this matter, really do not tell Qin, Fusuo and Roda?" Saying the names of the other three giants, Anton also learned that the two frowned: "In any case, the gas The magician is also missing."

Lanser shook his head solemnly and handed the parcel in his hand to Morris: "Nekrah and Catherine are both going to find the magician of the blood. - Believe me, I have read the record of the mystery, and the magic of the blood." Compared with the teacher, Ahidah is more kind than that of His Highness.

"The magician is enough for the three giants of our brotherhood and the black sword to face. The less others know, the safer they are," Morris nodded, and the long strips on his hand were tightly tied. The language is sad: "In order to be the nine giants."

Anthony and Lancer looked awkward and whispered: "To be the nine giants."

This chapter seems to be a lot of spoiler, so guilty.

(End of this chapter)