In the darkness, feeling that she was in a dangerous situation, Yin Xiu turned over slightly and looked at Ren Qi who was hiding behind the pillars. "I heard a saying that the best snipers only need three seconds from aiming to shooting. Ren Qi, what about you?" Ren Qi, who was hiding behind the pillars, was silent for a long time and replied coldly: "I don't play with guns." "what?" Yin Xiu sat up from the ground, "As the leader of a powerful force, you don't even need a gun? That's the fastest killing tool." "Why should I use a gun?" Ren Qi glanced at him and said, "Those White Lotus sect all think that their magical skills protect the body and are invulnerable to fire and invulnerable to guns. If I take out my gun, I'm afraid they will get even more excited and rush towards me directly." "It seems so." Yin Xiu scratched his head, "Now, don't we have no way to get close to the sniper?" "But I think you're almost healed."
Ren Qi rolled his eyes, "Instead of looking for the sniper hiding in the dark like a mouse, why don't we go directly to Krupp? He is in the company and can't run anywhere." Yin Xiu was a little surprised, "Ren Qi, when did you become so thoughtful and delicate?" "Is it possible that this is because I am often either arresting or killing people, so I have the sense and ability to figure out the crux and key points at once. If it weren't for this ability, I'm afraid that before the heads of those White Lotus sects were chopped off, my head, the leader of the inner circle, would be sacrificed to the flag first because of my incompetence in doing things. " "Now your skills really come in handy." Yin Xiu stood up, shook his collar, shook the last few drops of blood to the ground, and then carefully went to get the "Fenghua Continent". Just as he was carefully guarding against the line of gunfire coming from outside, there was another movement. Yin Xiu turned around helplessly, only to find that Ma Xiaoyu had climbed in from the window sill. "Why, you are not happy to see me coming?" Ma Xiaoyu asked. "How could it be? If I had known it was you who was here, I should have tidied up this place." "You better be." Ma Xiaoyu glanced at him and said, "Let's go quickly. I see a large number of military police have arrived outside and are about to surround this place." "It seems that bastard is really well prepared." Yin Xiu took down the "Fenghua Continent", rolled it up, and carefully hid it in his arms. Ma Xiaoyu naturally felt the strange fluctuations, and her eyes couldn't help but shine, "I didn't expect that bastard to personally present the "Fenghua Continent"." "He is a good man. These foreign devils like to give roses to others, and the fragrance will linger on their hands." Yin Xiu put away the pictures and said, "See if there are any paintings you like here. Can we pick a few more and take them back?" "How long has it been since you still have the heart to joke?" Ma Xiaoyu glared at him, "Let's go! Otherwise, if there are so many corpses, it will be difficult to explain whoever lays them out."
"But that sniper..." "Oh? Are you talking about the woman who wears tight clothes and is dressed like a model on stage instead of a killer?" Ma Xiaoyu blinked, "She won't bother us anymore." Hearing this, Yin Xiu couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity." "What's a pity?" Ma Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "I mean, it's a pity that this bitch didn't fall into my hands, otherwise I would definitely avenge this shot with my own hands!" "You better really think so." Ma Xiaoyu pushed her hair behind her ears. Yin Xiu didn't dare to say anything more at this time, so she just changed the topic. "Where is Liu Banxian? Still in the hotel?" "He can't go anywhere else. At this time, he is probably still enjoying himself in the hotel nightclub." Ma Xiaoyu glanced out the window, "I'm afraid many people want to find him. The woman who opened fire on you just now was hired by the White Lotus Sect." "The White Lotus Sect has so many magical powers that they can even find foreign devils." Only then did Yin Xiu remember, "We can't stay here any longer, and we can't wait for the new stock to be listed. We have to leave now!" As he said that, he pulled up Ma Xiaoyu and jumped onto the roof from the balcony outside, with Ren Qi following behind them. At this time, he lowered his head and looked down. The streets were already filled with military police in green clothes, including local officials and foreign security teams. They were all armed with live ammunition and surrounded the place. They were obviously very nervous. It seems that the status of Krupp Company in Weihaiwei is indeed very special, so that when something happens to Krupp, both foreigners and the government take it very seriously, for fear that something will go wrong. Maybe they should have asked Krupp about some things, such as the whereabouts of several other magic weapons from Liu Banxian's family. How much did Krupp know about Changbai Mountain? And the source of his information. But since Yin Xiu had decided to leave, there was no need for him to continue questioning or investigating. As mentioned before, until reaching Changbai Mountain, the source and thread of everything will be unraveled. Just like a race, no matter what twists and turns the opponent takes or what weird methods they use, as long as it is a race there will be an end point, and there is usually only one end point. At the moment, whether it is the White Lotus Sect or the Krupp, they actually don't need to care much about these people. Yin Xiu and the others just need to reach the end first and wait there. With this thought in mind, Ren Qi temporarily put away his murderous intention. …… "You saved me, Owen, but I thought you would have a way to kill them all!" Krupp swallowed the whiskey in the glass in one gulp. His face no longer had the gentle and elegant gentlemanly demeanor before, but his face turned red, like an angry lion. "This is difficult." The young man standing opposite him had red hair and brown eyes. He wore a large black robe, which looked like a cloak or a raincoat. On his chest was a round silver pendant with a small blue gemstone embedded in the middle.
Owen Kinsky is a senior magician from the Inquisition. At only twenty-seven years old, he is already one of the twelve High Table Mages in the Inquisition, and he has quite a voice. He just smiled at Krupp's complaints. "That swordsman is very scary. Even Saburo Kuroki was killed by his sword. And your gunmen were clearly aiming at him, but they were killed before they even had time to pull the trigger. Do you think I What ability can you use to deal with such a demon?" "But isn't your Inquisition specifically designed to deal with demons? Werewolves, vampires, necromancers, you can obviously hunt these monsters easily." "But that swordsman is a human being." Irving looked at the liquid in the wine glass and shook his hand. "With a scary guy like that, I'm afraid even the Paladins of the Tribunal will have to consider whether they can take action when they come. You want me to It would be a bit difficult for me to have a magician deal with him." "Ok." Krupp sighed, "I thought a magician like you could definitely summon a thunderbolt or fireball from a long distance to wipe them out." "That would kill you too, Mr. Krupp." Owen spread his hands, "Besides, that Liu Banxian, don't you want him to live?" Krupp sneered: "I hope he lives only if he can cooperate with me. If he is unwilling to cooperate with me, then it would be more useful for me to die." "Ok." Owen smiled, "I never thought that an outstanding businessman like you would be rejected sometimes." "This has happened twice before." Krupp held up two fingers. "While I was serving my three years in the army as usual, the war with France happened. It was not a war that would go down in history, but it was important to everyone involved, because once you made the wrong choice or were unlucky, you would die immediately without even a chance to regret or make amends. I was a captain at the time, commanding a company of about a hundred men and five artillery pieces of small caliber. At that time, we were trying to capture a high ground of the French army. I could see that the French army on that high ground had been almost completely destroyed by previous attacks. They had no chance to organize sufficient defense and attack before reinforcements arrived. . And I have enough intelligence on hand that the French reinforcements will arrive tomorrow afternoon, which means we have plenty of time to attack. You can finish your breakfast, drink a cup of coffee, and then slowly move forward in formation. Treat it as an outing or a walk. You can capture the high ground after a short walk. So I suggested to the colonel that we attack tomorrow morning. But the colonel was a pedantic fat man. He didn't care about intelligence or anything else. He just told us to be prepared before taking action. What else to prepare? Whether it's guns, ammunition, or champagne, we're all ready. We're just waiting to go over there, occupy the high ground and celebrate. But that bastard only said that he still needed to mobilize troops. There was no way he would attack the French high ground with only three companies and twenty guns. That would be "too high a risk" for him. He also needed cavalry support, which would not arrive until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. On that bastard's order, our attack was delayed until the afternoon of the next day. Not only the cavalry team came for reinforcements, but also two other fully manned companies. So we had more than 500 people, 40 guns, and a brave and capable cavalry team, and attacked the high ground. Knowing that French reinforcements had arrived. Then, almost as soon as we arrived at the center of the battlefield, we were greeted by a storm of firepower, the sand and stones splashed by the shells, and the hot wind brought by the bursting bullets. Our men fell down in rows like wheat.
I was lucky not to die, but almost half of my soldiers were lost. Even my good friend died. At the beginning, he was hit by a stray bullet in the forehead and half of his head was cut off. As for the colonel, who I call the pedantic fat man, after this battle, he was transferred to the rear, and was later promoted to staff officer, and he lived smoothly. It wasn't until the year before last that he accidentally fell into the water and drowned while riding a carriage across a bridge during an outing. What a bastard. " After listening to Krupp's calm and angry description, Owen wiped his face. "I've heard about this. In fact, it was an outing, just to the manor of an earl. Coincidentally, I also know that earl. The bridge is located in the earl's manor. It's actually not high, because the water underneath is only knee-deep, so it's not very enjoyable even for children to play in the water. It’s just that the water is so deep, how can a person drown? " "What's so strange about this?" Krupp rolled his eyes a few times, "Some people die inexplicably. For example, when you are eating in a restaurant, you are accidentally slapped on the head from behind, and then your head is buried in the soup bowl. Then you are very lucky. Might be the first to drown in borscht. There are also many children who choke to death on a piece of candy lying in the morgue every year. These things are not surprising. " "is it?" Owen glanced at Krupp who was playing with the wine glass strangely, but he didn't intend to go into details. After all, the death of a fat man and a staff officer was none of his business. There are a lot of people like this who have nothing to do with each other in the world, and most of the people with whom Irving has anything to do with each other are his enemies. If a dozen and a half dozen of these people died, he would be happier. "What about the second one?" Owen asked again. "the second?" Krupp looked up and said, "It's a monk. I had just arrived in Weihaiwei at that time, and I saw a piece of land that could be used as my warehouse or relay station, but the monk wanted to build a Buddhist temple there. I thought the local government would favor me. You know they always work for us ghosts. Whether it's money or finding relationships, I do everything fully and in place. But I didn't expect that the local prefect was a lunatic. He would rather listen to the monk preach two dizzying Buddhist scriptures than accept my box of gold bars and subsequent shares. " "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't want money?" Owen exclaimed. Krupp was obviously confused, "That guy is a devout Buddhist, fasts all year round, and believes in the afterlife, not this life. Perhaps he felt that being a prefect in this life would be the end, and there would be no further progress. It would be better to listen to the monk, build a Buddhist temple, and build more relationships with Buddha, so that he could be the governor of Liangjiang in the next life. " "What happened next?" Owen became more and more interested. "What happened later? The monk and the prefect were found dead in the cold storage of the hotel, buried under a pile of frozen beef. They were discovered by workers when they went in to move the goods. They were covered in blood and the smell of beef." "Why are you in a place like this?" "Who knows?"
Krupp spread his hands, "Maybe they wanted to try the taste of beef? But I always thought that these Tang people would prefer fragrant meat. In any case, the prefect and the monk fulfilled their wish and went to the afterlife." "What about you? Has your wish come true?" Owen asked. "My wish?" Krupp knocked on the table, "The place where we are now is the warehouse back then, and now my office." "Then I totally understand." Owen nodded and showed a mysterious smile. "So I'm looking forward to what will happen to the third person who rejects you." (End of Chapter)