"Mystery: Shadow of Order(!

In the brightly lit living room, the leader of the Zimang party, Reard, was sitting on a couch. He was wearing a suit and no tie that didn't fit well. His face was stiff, and with his dark face, it only made people think that he was angry at what happened in the North District last night.

There are single sofas on both sides in front of Laird, sitting on them are the core members of the Zimange Party, some of them control several streets, and some are responsible for intelligence and finance.

Wearing a black coat and a pompous silk top hat, Merle, who was not a gentleman at all, stood in the middle of the living room, blocking Laird from behind. In front of him were a dozen Zimange party members, who were also Zimange. The party personnel stationed in the North District were also the ones who wounded Werther Gold and several retired soldiers.

Meursault's eyes were indifferent, looking at the men in front of him, his voice was low:

"You were brought here by me this morning, and you haven't been out. Don't you know what's going on outside?"

Looking at the dozen or so guys who were terrified but couldn't say anything, Meursault sneered:

"Most members of the Zimange Party withdrew to Red Brick Lane because of you idiots! The people who sent you didn't tell you, they were only recruiting people, didn't they do it?"

One of the eye sockets was slightly sunken and the skin was much fairer. The young man with some student temperament said:

"Meursault, there's nothing wrong with what they're doing. They just didn't think about it that much. It's enough to abolish them. It's just shrinking the manpower and calling us together. It's not necessary, right?"

Meursault turned to look at the young man, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and said sharply:

"Eldon, if I remember correctly, most of them are your subordinates?"

Ayrden, the young man, leaned on the sofa, with his hands on the armrests on both sides, his legs crossed:

"That's right, so it's up to you to abolish them or throw them into the Tussock River, I have no opinion."

"No opinion, but what should we do with such a huge loss?"

Eldon smiled contemptuously, stood up, and walked to Meursault:

"You brought back the manpower, so shouldn't you compensate us for the loss?" He finished with a smile, and patted Meursault on the shoulder.

In the next second, his smile disappeared. With a scream of "ah", his arm had been twisted by Meursault and he knelt on the ground.

Meursault looked around and pulled out a dangerous smile:

"I think the compensation is good, what do you think? Mr. Reard?"

Laird, who was already trembling, pulled out an ugly smile. Elden was one of the few people in the Zimange party who supported him, but for his own life, he had to give up when he should give up:

"You are the 'executor', and you have the final say."

"very good."

…

At this time, Rawls had come to the vicinity of No. 78, Red Brick Lane, and observed that there were dozens of Zimange members around the gate of No. 78. Even if he could get in directly, the follow-up Zimange members would Certainly can't handle it.

No. 78 is a single-family house with a yard, but only one story. And those Zimangers stood at the door, not even going into the courtyard.

"what"

Rawls, who was about to walk around No. 78, suddenly heard a scream. The sound was very small when it reached him. He immediately probed out quietly, and the dozens of Zimangers had already pulled out their guns. He broke into the yard and ran to the front of the house, but as soon as he opened the door, he was scolded by the people inside.

Dozens of gunmen returned to their original positions angrily, and Rawls was already in a cold sweat. Dozens of gunners, even if he becomes a Sequence 6 "Corrupted Baron", with the ability to "twist", can't necessarily twist the bullets fired by dozens of gunners.

Rawls, who was scared out of a cold sweat, quickly calmed down. Dozens of Zimang party members were all holding pistols. Even if they were gangsters, this was too much. As soon as they heard the screams, they rushed inside, which should be the people they wanted to protect. But dozens of gunmen protect one person, and none of the big bankers in Hillston have such bodyguards.

Rawls rubbed his chin. Inside were the core members of the Zimange Party? Are these people their bodyguards? This should be a reasonable explanation.

After waiting for a while, there was another noise inside No. 78, but the gunmen did not go in, but just stayed outside No. 78. Not long after, the door of No. 78 opened, and more than a dozen men walked out, each greeting their subordinates to leave, leaving only seven or eight gunmen left.

Rawls's frowning eyebrows, who quietly stuck out his head, slowly stretched out, and seven or eight were easy to deal with. The man standing at the gate of No. 78 who had left the crowd suddenly rushed to the remaining gunmen and twisted their necks.

Rawls' pupils shrank suddenly, he turned sideways immediately, no longer to observe secretly, that man should be "Executioner" Meursault, he is "Hunter" and should have strong inspiration.

After waiting a while longer, Rawls stuck his head out again and found the remaining gunmen dragged three bodies out of here and disappeared into the darkness.

I'm so lucky? No, it's the "Stand of Justice".

Rawls picked up the "Stand of Fairness" and looked at it carefully. Since he got it, although he clearly knew that it could improve his luck, he had not shown anything concrete. Even now, he couldn't be sure that it was because of his luck that he achieved what he wanted.

No matter, if I don't take advantage of this opportunity, it will only get worse in a while, not to mention that I may be half a "lucky one" now.

Rawls checked his equipment again, and after finding that there was no problem, he walked directly to No. 78.

Without disturbing anyone, Rawls came to the door of the single-family house and walked straight in. When he entered, there was an empty living room. There were a dozen single sofas in front of a double sofa, and the floor was covered with heavy weight. The brown-yellow carpet, with a few pools of blood on the carpet.

There was a sound from the corridor at the end of the living room, and Rawls followed the sound and went directly.

…

In the room, Meursault looked at Laird, who was slumped on the chair, and smiled:

"I am very satisfied with your performance today, so when this matter is over, you can still be the party leader."

Laird nodded again and again, sweat streaming down his forehead:

"As long as I'm alive, what... um"

Before he could finish speaking, Meursault covered his mouth. Laird's eyes showed fear, and he relaxed after seeing Meursault signaling to shut up.

Seeing that Laird understood what he meant, Meursault let go of his hand covering his mouth. UU read www.uukanshu.com and touched his waist, where there was a blowpipe, and there was a poison in the blowpipe. The needle, the poison on it was prepared by himself, even if it was a little broken, it was enough to kill a person.

In this room, apart from himself and Laird, there is only the one underground, and it is impossible for anyone outside to come in without a notice.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and even Laird heard it. He didn't dare to make a sound, but just slumped there.

Meursault walked to the door of the room, holding the handle of the wooden door in his left hand and a bark-colored blowpipe in his right.

"da~da"

Just now, Meursault opened the door, and the blowpipe in his right hand pointed to his lips, and blew sharply.

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