Meeting Philip at this time was something that Don and Joshya didn't expect. However, after getting so much information, the next shopping trip was naturally cancelled.

The two quickly returned to the creek tavern and found Enoke who was still studying negotiation strategies based on conditions, discussing the impact of the other party's complex negotiation team, and whether there would be any opportunities.

At the same time, some undercurrents that arise in the city have also begun to be officially scrolled under the unintentional push...

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Nancheng District, remote street.

This place is now a taboo place for the people of Shanxi City, because a fierce battle occurred not long ago, and hundreds of guard cavalrymen faced more than a dozen bounty hunters. There were no winners in that battle, and the bounty hunters were wiped out, and the guard cavalrymen also suffered heavy casualties.

Later, at some point, a rumor gradually spread in the city. It may be that because there were too many people dead at that time, I would hear some sounds similar to the fight between weapons and the cries of the dead here at night... Regardless of whether the rumor was a little problem with the ears, the old man who had a little bit of an ear was said casually, anyway, it was already covered with a fearful halo, and even the homeless man would consciously avoid it.

Of course, there are always some people who don’t believe in evil, or some people don’t care about this at all…

"Berney, is that mole talking about No. 38 or No. 83?" After rubbing his red nose, Powells frowned and tried hard to distinguish the house numbers on the abandoned houses on both sides, and asked impatiently.

"Don't ask me, I don't know." Bernie, who was standing beside him, was obviously unhappy. He curled his lips: "If you hadn't been too heavy and hit the mole with one punch. How could you have to worry about this problem now?"

Bowes scratched his head and spread his hands helplessly: "I didn't know that the mole was so useless that he couldn't even hold up a punch... I really don't understand. It's too embarrassing to be a mole like this."

The cause of the matter was very simple. After Bovis and Bernie became the chief of the security officer and the chief of the cavalry in Shanxi City, they naturally started working hard to find trouble for the mole. However, I don’t know if it was because the last incident was too big. They are now famous, and the moles in the city are also collectively missing.

I finally caught one yesterday and was serving the other moles to ask clues, but was beaten to death by excited Powells, and finally left behind such an embarrassing question of No. 38 and No. 83.

These two house numbers seem to be only apart from more than fifty houses, and at most it is only a few hundred meters. But the assassin is so keen that once they make the wrong choice, they are seen by the other party, and they are guaranteed to have escaped after being seen by the other party.

"Your mother!" "Damn..."

After approaching the street, Bowes and Bernie were shocked to find that the street had a turning point in the middle, and No. 38 and No. 83 were separated by two sides, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of searching one after another.

"Divide the troops." Bernie patted his forehead and suggested helplessly. "You and I will lead a team of people to see who is lucky."

Bowes nodded and pulled out his sword: "I choose No. 83, hehe, I have a hunch that the mole must be there."

"It's another premonition..." Bernie squinted his eyes and made a gesture of asking for help: "Don't forget that you are just a warrior, not a star fortune teller!"

"Haha. It's hard to say. Maybe I'll do this when I get old."

"Oh, that must be Bran's worst fortune teller. Well, take action in ten minutes!"

After saying that, Bernie took half of the cavalry and walked around the lane on the right.

Bovis is not far from the No. 83 house, so there is no need to worry. With a wave of his hand, the guards slowly approach the destination under the cover of the abandoned houses of the company and platoon.

"Well, the last house at the end of the street is No. 103, this should be No. 100. Damn, there is another one that collapses. The number is No. 90, Oh, I found it."

With his poor arithmetic skills, a few minutes later, Powells and his cavalry successfully found House No. 83, a second-story loft that is still complete.

After sniffing, Powells grinned and said, "Haha, you can tell at a glance that there must be a mole hiding here... and I will surround me. Who dares to make a sound? I will crush his legs."

When the cavalry heard this, they were shocked, nodded silently, and lay on the ground and surrounded them carefully.

It has been a while since Powell came to Shanxi City, and everyone knows his style. He is completely different from Demps who took office. Such ruthless words are not just about sayings.

Fortunately, it took another few minutes later, Powells and his cavalry successfully surrounded the second-story loft.

"How long has it been?" Powells asked in a low voice, carefully observing the situation in the attic.

"It's about two minutes left, Lord Director." A cavalry beside him looked at the timing hourglass in his hand and gave a time that was not accurate but not much shorter.

Bovis licked his lips: "Tell me, get on the crossbow, and I'll shoot it for a round later."

"yes!"

Crossbows are not the standard configuration of the Security Bureau, longbows are. However, after Bowes suffered this pain in Tangen, both in Riva City and in the current Shanxi City, they were the first to get such a killing weapon with a short killing distance but a short attack time.

In fact, according to the assassin's instructions, there was only one assassin who lived here temporarily. Just surrounding him should be able to solve the problem. However, in order to train these cavalrymen, Powells decided to make a little trouble.

Bovis squinted his eyes and watched the last wisp of fine sand falling from the hourglass, suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Attack!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Dozens of crossbow arrows flew out, passing through the dilapidated wooden doors and windows in the second floor loft and shot in weak places.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The cavalry holding the crossbow was divided into two echelons. When the crossbow was quickly installed in the previous round, the next round was urgently followed. Although there was a pause in the middle, this did not affect the coherence of the attack at all.

Bang, the attack still brought effect. A black figure fell down by the window on the second floor by several arrows.

"Haha..." Bowes stood up from the hiding place, listening to the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air from the street not far away, and laughed wildly, "Bernie, Bernie, I'm better off, you don't have a mole, you still shoot a furry..."

Bang bang bang bang...

In a stuttering tone, in Bovis's gaze, the second-floor loft suddenly trembled, and dozens of explosions sounded almost at the same time. Then a series of black shadows broke out from all directions and rushed towards the thin line of defense composed of the surrounding cavalry.

What's the situation? Isn't there only one... The thought flies in a flash, and Bowes rushed up and shouted: "Get me around..."

Before he finished speaking, Bovis automatically closed his mouth and his face turned pale.

The men in black were quite skilled. After rushing into the cavalry defense line, dozens of colorful fighting spirit lights lit up one after another. This is undoubtedly terrifying, because it represents the same number of fighting spirit warriors. However, it may be because they were attacked in an instant and were a little panicked, so the men in black did not engage in too much. Some of them were injured and shook the cavalry beside them and rushed out quickly.

Most of the guards and cavalrymen are just ordinary strong men, and it is rare to have a fighting spirit, so they can't stop these people. Before Bovis rushed forward and left one, the other party had already made a comprehensive breakthrough. Although they could still be seen, with the terrain here, it was impossible to round up again.

"Fuck!" Boom...

Powells threw out a red sword light, shattered a low wall, stopped chasing, his face gloomy, and his scarlet eyes could almost spit out fire.

The incident happened too quickly. Originally, he thought it was just killing a mole, but unexpectedly it led to a bunch of people. And after injuring several people here, Powells can only watch the other party run away. How could this not make him angry?

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Powells' chest was up and down several times, then he turned around and walked towards the dark shadow that had fallen before.

Night clothes, black turbans, standard thieves, assassin dress.

He took off the scarf rudely, stretched out his fingers to stop in front of the nose for a few seconds, and then touched his neck unwillingly. Finally, Powells took back his arm and looked even more ugly.

"What are you still standing there? Search, search, search!"

Amid the irritable roar, the cavalry quickly rushed into the second-story attic, but found nothing except food, a few spots of blood and a sword.

Obviously, the crossbow arrows shot just now were not killed except for the unlucky guy in front of him who was standing too close to the window.

"This...uh, what's going on?" Not far away, Bernie turned around the corner with a middle-aged man moaning, and then looked at the chaos here, and was shocked.

...

Once news is made on both sides, things will naturally become clear.

Bernie threw the injured middle-aged man to the ground and said a little depressedly: "Old Bao, this is the mole I explained before. We were not smeared. Well, you probably bumped into something inadvertently... So many people, are the moles having a meeting?"

This is undoubtedly a helpless result, or it can only be said that Bovis is too lucky and can encounter this if he goes to the wrong place.

Bowes looked around and looked at the sword in his hand, and was silent for a while, looking up and said, "It's a bit strange... they shouldn't be moles."

There is no practical basis for inference, but from Powells, who has been dealing with the assassin for decades, it is almost a conclusion.

Bernie frowned when he heard this: "Oh? Could it be the bounty hunter?"

"Who knows." Bowes straightened his back, took a deep breath, and the cold light flashed in his right eye, and the sword in his hand was accidentally thrown out: "No matter who it is..."

"Ah..." With a short scream, the middle-aged man lying on the ground was nailed to the center of the heart by a sword.

"Since I have to stay in my eyes!"
Chapter completed!