Rex Harris took out a camel cigarette without a mouthpiece from the soft package, struck a match, lit it lightly, and exhaled with satisfaction.

He looked at the gamblers who were throwing their games at the gaming table, and he was in a good mood - the business of the casino was still so prosperous, and he was very satisfied with it. The eldest, Jack Miles, promised to give the guys a dividend at the end of the month, and Rex, who had just given birth to his second child, needed such a sum of money.

But tonight he didn't drink, so he was more alert than usual. Because they received a tip that two or three explorers seemed to be coming for trouble, they had to be on guard.

The security staff of the casino also doubled than usual, with a total of twelve gunmen, and besides Rex himself, there was another person who mastered the mystery.

"Twelve gunmen, two masters of mystery." Rex felt quite secure, "No underground casino in the city has security on this scale."

Rex is not afraid of any explorers. He used to be a jack-level himself, but after a tragic mission, he realized that the path of the explorer was more dangerous than the underworld, so he resolutely quit the exploration industry and made a living in Miles.

As a person who masters the mystery, he can be regarded as a middle-level person in the small Myers Gang.

Rex looked at the other mysterious person Jack sent in the shadow of the corner. He wears a peaked cap, white shirt and overalls, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his hands with blue veins and knots. In the dark, under the ineffective black mask, his pupils are shining like a wild beast.

He was smoking a cigarette slightly warily, and seemed to be paying close attention to what was going on outside.

Out of professional habit, there is always some vigilance among the mysterious. But as the caretaker of this field, Rix felt that they should get to know each other to ensure better cooperation when risks arise.

So while the other party finished smoking a cigarette, Rex walked over and handed a camel: "On-the-job explorer?"

The other party took the cigarette, lit the cigarette with the match struck by Rex, and nodded with squinting eyes.

Standing beside him, Rex felt a little unnatural: "I was also a explorer before. Now I don't do that business anymore."

"That's good. It's not a business that people do -- in other words, only things that aren't people make good explorers."

A sentence aroused Rex's resonance, and the rough man with a beard laughed.

"Call me Rex, what's your name?"

"Doug."

"Okay, Doug. I think we should tell each other about our...special abilities."

Under the light, Doug's eyes glowed with yellow light: "Agree."

"My function is 'gunner'." When Rex spoke, he unconsciously touched the automatic pistol on his waist, Colt m1911a1.

This gun is a good thing. Its ammo capacity and rate of fire completely surpass that of a revolver. It is a standard weapon exclusively used by the New Zealand Guardian Army. In terms of killing efficiency, it is easier to use than most gods. This is the assessment given by the Veterans of the Apocrypha.

Like the Thompson submachine gun, known as the "Gregor Typewriter", due to the scarcity of civilians and the high price, an m1911a1 can be sold for 800 New Zealand dollars on the black market.

Even if someone took out a C-class mysterious heritage and wanted to exchange this gun, Rix, who was the "gunner", would not agree.

Doug knows what the jack-level "gunner" function means - a gun-wielding "gunner" is a very powerful teammate when faced with an enemy that conventional weapons can deal with.

Their use of guns has reached an extraordinary level, and their precise design ability and perception of danger are enough to make the enemy horrified.

Doug took a breath: "I'm a shape-shifter..." Rex raised his brows - the word shape-shifter means far beyond human athletic ability, and... far beyond human animal nature

The strongest shapeshifter in the association is an ace-level explorer from Leon - "Kean's Hound".

Rex had heard about the "Hound". Due to the delay in returning to his senses, he once devoured a whole disgusting evil wreck when he couldn't change back into human form.

The Hound behaves more like a monster than a monster.

So some explorers feel fear and disgust for shapeshifters.

"My transformation is degenerate." Doug's eyes flickered, his voice lowered.

Rex has seen explorers similar to Doug. When they encounter danger, they will "degenerate" into an ape-like creature, which is unusually strong, violent and bloodthirsty.

"What is the limit of out of control?"

"189 seconds." Doug had finished smoking a cigarette and spit out the dry tobacco in his mouth, "I will force my mind back before then, so there is no record of losing control, for the time being."

"Okay." Although a disgust rose uncontrollably in Rex's heart, he tried not to show it on his face, "I think the two of us can work well together..."

Based on their experience, the two guessed and deduced the possible attack methods that the explorers might take.

"If the opponent is like us, it is biased towards combat. Due to the disadvantage of the number of people, the opponent will not attack from the front, but will adopt a surprise attack. From..." Rex pointed to the skylight above and the back door, " Attacks from above and from the back door are the most likely ~lightnovelpub.net~ Rex has arranged relatively reliable guards in these two places.

"If the other party is a mental attack, or has any special means. It is more likely to infiltrate the gamblers, or attract attention at the main entrance to ensure maximum control..."

In response to this possibility, Rex also took precautions - all the gamblers who came to the game today have been screened, the guards at the main entrance have been prepared, and there are secret guards to ensure that the guards at the main entrance will not be hypnotized or controlled at the same time. mind...

Doug nodded in agreement: "You should have been the explorer captain before."

Riles bowed his head to smoke and did not answer.

"After these few days, you'll like the Miles gang - the explorers need money, and Miles can solve your problems."

The night was getting darker, and Rex, who was a little uneasy, left the noisy gaming table, walked out of the gate, stood on the street, and chatted with the guards at the gate.

Under the full moon, the brightly lit Brooklyn Bridge is like a steel castle in a dream...

"Boss!" Rex suddenly heard someone calling him in the casino, "Boss!"

The voice was so full of fear that it made all the gamblers look in the same direction.

So much so that the originally noisy gamblers fell silent.

Rex pressed his hand on the holster and ran into the casino.

He found that everyone in the casino was looking at one place.

The empty workshop, the dark depths of no one...

In the depths of the darkness, the faint candlelight was lit, and a figure with wet eyes and water plants hanging on his body, his eyes wide open but only the whites of his eyes, his face blue and purple, seemed to have been drowned for a long time standing in the darkness.

His mouth was wide open, and his throat made the scalp-tingling "hehe" sound of a drowning person choking on water.