I Will Be The Crowned King

"Sorry, can you wait for me?"

Outside the darkened factory gate, Cole Dorian suddenly raised his hand to stop Rifle's cronies beside him, and looked at him seriously:

"I remember... I seem to have lost my cane here just now."

"A cane?"

The young man who turned around frowned. Seeing the confused expression on his face, Cole didn't explain much, and pointed to his right eye with a blindfold.

The young man suddenly realized, but still scratched his head in confusion:

"I don't think you are quite normal, why do you still have to use a cane?"

"Adapting is getting used to it, but it's just a little bit unaccustomed-and that cane is quite valuable."

The second-class judge smiled at the other party, turned around and began to search in the dark; the young man who wanted to leave him here alone remembered the "rifling" order, but had no choice but to stand there and wait for him.

After fumbling for more than a minute, Cole, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly stood up, with a cane that looked very delicate in his right hand:

"Hey... I thought I couldn't find it, it seems I'm lucky!"

"Oh?"

The young man who was attracted by his business looked sideways, and under the urging of curiosity, he pretended to be kind to Cole and said, "Can you lend me a look?"

"of course can."

The second judge answered enthusiastically, standing on the spot deliberately, holding the handle of the staff and reaching out to hand it over.

Just as the young man walked in and stretched out his hand, Cole quietly turned the switch of the cane, and a bunch of afterimages popped out from the side of the cane with a "clang!" sound.

Um? !

The pitch-dark night perfectly concealed the sharp blade of the stick gun, but the young man still sensed something ominous and tried to dodge subconsciously.

However, in the face of a talented person who has also activated the power of blood in a full state, it is not enough to just "subconsciously".

"Pfft!"

The long silver blade flashed from his wrist, and the young man with his pupils shrunk stared at the right hand that was separated from his forearm. The intense pain instantly spread through his body like an electric current, and a shrill whine exploded from his chest. .

"Ah...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!"

Before the young man let out a scream, Cole's left hand had already held his mouth; his entire body flew backwards under the force of his face.

"boom!"

The nearly two-meter-long cane spear pierced the young man's chest with a shriek that ripped through the air; along with a gust of black smoke, the spear tip and the masonry on the ground smashed a flash of sparks.

One second before his heart was shattered by the cane, the young man who endured the pain finally finished casting the spell.

"Mist of the Undead, are you a conjurer?!"

The excited light flashed in Cole's pupils with the corners of his mouth raised, and he grabbed the handle of the cane with one hand and slammed it backwards.

"Clang!"

The tip of the gun collided with the young man's right fist with [Rifeng] rubbed together, and the air wave blew away Cole's bangs, revealing his ghost-like face painted by old Alfred. .

The ferocious sense of oppression even caused the other party to be absent for a short time, losing the last chance to call for help and escape.

Cole, who seized this opportunity, held the handle of the cane and quickly drew closer to the young man. His intact right hand was stretched into his arms at the same time.

This is to draw a gun?

Is he crazy? !

The young man with furrowed brows endured the severe pain, and the left hand that dissipated [Rifeng] had begun to rub the next magic, and his body dodged to one side.

As long as you dodge the opponent's first shot, the sound of the gunfire can attract the people in ambush around you, and you will be safe!

Just as he chuckled, the grinning Inquisitor pulled out from his jacket pocket not a pistol, but a smoking cylinder with a fuse.

The young man's eyes froze instantly.

"Fuck!!"

With his backhand, he threw out a translucent sharp blade, and the young man drained all the potential in his body, desperately rushing out of the blast range.

The sparks that collided with the metal caused a piercing thunder to explode in the air; the billowing smoke instantly enveloped everything within a three-meter radius, blocking the sight of the two of them.

But...the expected explosion and fire did not appear.

The young man, who immediately guessed what was going on, flashed a look of horror on his face. He hurriedly got up from the ground and stretched his left hand towards the pistol in his arms.

"Pfft!"

The dull cane spear pierced the smoke and penetrated his heart. Even the left hand holding the spear was nailed to the chest with a long blade, and the whole body was knocked against the wall behind him.

The shocked young man glared at the cane gun in his chest, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

"What I like most about conjurers is the mysterious confidence of your group."

The smiling Cole Dorian stared at the young man who was still struggling, but his tone was unparalleled:

"As long as you figure out your 'little tricks', it's easier to kill you than to kill a few mutant monsters."

"You... the inquisition... the hydra..."

The young man with wide-eyed eyes stretched out his severed hand to the second-class judge in vain, and blood continued to overflow from his closed mouth; the only luster left in his eyes gradually dissipated in this dying struggle.

The smoke dissipated, and the young man's weak body hung on the long blade of the wand.

Cole suddenly pulled the stick gun from his body, and immediately waved backhand.

"Pfft!"

The cold light flashed, and the headless corpse fell limply to the ground; the shadow of a spherical object fell to the ground, and with a crisp sound, it rolled and disappeared at the entrance of the empty alley.

Between the dissipating smoke, the second-class judge with a gun dragged a long shadow behind him.

Cole Dorian looked down at the corpse on the ground with a grim expression.

The stern expression only lasted for a second and was quickly replaced by helplessness. Then, he quickly put away the useless weapons and started cleaning the scene that was messed up by smoke and plasma.

Usually, this kind of thing does not need to be done by the inferior judge personally, but now it is obviously a little different from usual - and he not only has to clean up the scene, but also find a way to notify the surrounding storm groups as soon as possible, and think about it. The way to make "Old Pocket Watch" and "Cigar" two spellcaster gang leaders unsuspectingly walk into the military factory without doubting themselves...

Yes, Cole Dorian finally understood the "sorry" smile on Anson's face when he came to him.

This guy did it on purpose!

Thanks to himself, he was lucky enough to think that it was just an accident that he found him... He definitely knew that the person on duty yesterday was him!

If it was Sera, she would definitely not be allowed to do this kind of hard work!

After laboriously wiping off the last blood stains on the ground, the second-class judge who finally breathed a sigh of relief stood up, leaning on the "just picked up" cane, and walked towards the long alley full of complaints.

………………

As the night got darker, the gangsters who had completely controlled the military factory began to act: carriages entered the factory in an orderly manner. The strong-flavored canned food made almost every gangster who passed by the carriage couldn't help covering their mouths and noses.

Although the stench is unbearable, it is a very necessary means for gangsters who often need to smuggle to avoid censorship: as long as the management is in place, all levels and guards will not stay in front of these carriages for even a minute longer.

And the poor people living in Xiacheng District don't care about the lingering smell of salted fish on the boxes of tobacco, alcohol or opium tincture bought at a low price.

The war between Clovis and the Empire has caused the entire outer city to be plunged into soaring prices, closed shops, and purgatory for workers to lose their jobs, while at the same time the gang business is booming.

The tavern owner has to place twice as many orders for moonshine as usual to stand up to the daily sales. How much tobacco and opium tincture can be sold out in one day; casinos big and small are bustling every night like a festival; A homeless man with complete limbs, willing to kill for his employer with only three pounds of brown bread and a glass of water...

"But everyone knows that such 'good days' cannot last long."

Inside the empty warehouse, "Rifle" muttered to himself in a hoarse voice:

"The tolerance of the nobles in the inner city is only temporary. When they stop fighting for power and profits, they will keep their eyes on this side; they all know how profitable the tobacco, alcohol and casino business is, and it's only sooner or later to strangle us. matter."

"The old pocket watch is the smartest one among us. He found a channel to communicate with those big people very early. It is said that he has some relationship with the 'black mage', so when he proposed to cooperate, we all agreed. ."

"We dare not deal with that black mage, he is too dangerous; but we do need money, so we join forces with him time and time again, and gather a bunch of homeless people to riot in the inner city."

"The most moving one was the one at St. Isaac's College recently, as well as the former Bogner family's factory, and... oh... and Clovis Cathedral on Red Brick Street, haha!"

While talking, the relaxed "Rifle" even laughed out loud, and the indifferent face under the black soft hat showed a relaxed and happy expression.

Resisting the urge to ask the other party about the Black Mage, An Sen, who maintained his character, frowned slightly and turned his head to look at "Rifle":

"You seem to have suddenly become more talkative."

"That's right, because I'm a little nervous now."

He laughed dryly, and the corner of Rifle's mouth twitched as he shook his head:

"To be precise, I should be so nervous that I'm dying!"

"Among the four people still alive, I am the one who knows the old pocket watch best; it is because of knowing that I know how dangerous he is, and I am afraid it is more dangerous than I thought."

"Because the old pocket watch in my impression can never kill the whispers without the slightest movement under my nose!"

Looking at the slightly trembling cheeks under the black soft hat, An Sen nodded lightly, pretending to be indifferent: "That's why you need me?"

"Just in case."

"Rifle" said very frankly: "A cigar is a **** that only puts a cold shot in the back. Unless I and the old pocket watch decide the winner, he won't do it."

"Of course, because this guy is so annoying, he must die."

Anson suddenly liked this guy a little bit. It was the first time he had met such a frank gangster and a spell caster himself.

Although this doesn't change the fact that he and the other two guys have to die.

"Wait a while when the two **** come over, hide in the warehouse and don't show up, I'll take care of them."

Rifle, who didn't know what Anson was thinking, sighed and said with a serious expression:

"The old pocket watch is very cautious. We must have made him vigilant by sending someone to find them. It is a little difficult to sneak up on him; so I will tell him that you are the guy who set a trap in secret to distract him."

Anson nodded to show his understanding, pursing the corners of his mouth tightly to prevent himself from laughing.

"The fighting style of the old pocket watch is rather strange, not the same as the black mage who generally likes to hypnotize and create hallucinations, but a bit similar to the conjuration mage; the cigar is a relatively ordinary blood mage, and the body has been greatly strengthened, and it can also be improved from You get power from your blood, so be careful not to be sucked by him."

"Rifle" continued: "I would deal with them at first, and then deliberately choose to fight with cigars beforehand, and then drag the old pocket watch into the battle."

"You should try to hide as much as possible, and when the time comes, cooperate with me to launch a surprise attack on the old pocket watch."

"Then how do I know when the time is right?" Anson asked.

"I'll tell you later." He spread his hands calmly:

"I can't say it right now, otherwise if you were really the guy who killed the whisper, or cooperated with any of those two bastards, I would have lost all my last cards... This is just in case."

Looking at that undisguised skeptical expression, Anson liked him more and more:

"Can."

"Rifle" also nodded and pressed the brim of his hat: "Then it's settled."

The two turned back and forth and walked in the opposite direction. "Rifle" stood beside the door with the brim of his hat pressed, while An Sen walked into the warehouse, lurking silently in the shadows, locked with the corner of his eye. Every move outside the door.

On the one hand, of course, it is to avoid arousing the vigilance of the two gang leaders. On the other hand, Cole Dorian will come back at any time, so try to avoid exposing in front of him.

Alas... It's really hard for me.

Fifteen minutes later, two figures appeared outside the gate of the warehouse, and they approached in a hurry.

"What happened~www.wuxiaspot.com~rifling?"

With the gentle voice of questioning, "Old Pocket Watch" smiled and walked up to "Cigar", and sincerely took off the sunglasses on his face.

"Rifle", who raised his head slightly, looked at them, his expression changed slightly: "Why are there only two of you?"

"Yes, didn't you say something happened?"

Recalling what Cole said when he found himself, "Cigar" with a happy face shrugged:

"There's a small problem, and we need to come over to see it... Since it's something we need to come over to solve, we can't let more people know about it, right?"

"Rifle" slowly looked sideways and nodded towards him:

"That's right, I'm just asking."

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" looked at "Rifle": "Where is our new friend, where is he?"

"In the warehouse, check the goods while you wait."

"Oh, then don't keep him waiting, let's go in."

"Okay."

After the exchange, the three nodded to each other and walked towards the warehouse.

The moment he turned around, "Rifle" pulled out his pistol without warning and aimed it at the back of "Cigar".

Then he fired six shots in a row!

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