Chapter 87 Who Is Not an Actor Anymore!

call!

Rodney took a deep breath and turned to look at Tanier.

Coincidentally, Tanier was also looking at Rodney at this time.

After the eyes of the two met, they understood at the same time.

The imposter in front of him not only wanted to make Jason the one on the 'mysterious side', but also the one in the eyes of ordinary people.

only……

Is it necessary to do this?

The 'mysterious side' is too far away for ordinary people.

Correspondingly, ordinary people are insignificant in the eyes of the 'mysterious side'.

There are even some extreme "mysterious people" who don't treat ordinary people as human beings at all.

It's like watching pigs, cattle and sheep.

So, how can ordinary people affect the mysterious side?

As for the 'night watchman'?

Before there is no definite evidence, they will not doubt their family members.

So, what does the other party want to do?

Tanier and Rodney were deeply puzzled.

Then, the two quickly adjusted their emotions.

Because they saw someone jumping down from the entrance of the passage.

Not the old Jason.

Instead, wearing a mask.

The body is majestic.

Seeing such a figure, Tanier was taken aback, and almost subconsciously shouted: "Jason?"

Later, when he saw the person on the opposite side take off his mask, Tanier rushed over directly.

However, Rodney raised his hand and grabbed Tanier's lapel.

"Is it true this time?"

The informant was a little uncertain.

"real."

Tanier said.

Then, walked over quickly.

Jason glanced at Rodney, then at Tanier.

"Have you found the safe house and the century-old grave?"

Jason asked.

"What time is it, you still care about this, do you know just now..."

"Know."

Jason interrupted Tanier's words.

Tanier was taken aback.

"you know?"

"You know someone impersonating you?"

The teacher of the Deer Academy and the second consultant of the Lord Police Department reconfirmed.

"Know."

Jason replied calmly.

"Then you don't even know who the other party is?"

This time it was not Tanier who was asking questions, but Rodney.

The chubby informant was staring at Jason closely at this moment.

There is a scrutiny in the eyes, and more exploration.

"Know."

Jason gave a confirmed answer again.

"You know this too?!"

Tanier and Rodney were surprised.

However, Tanier then became normal.

The person in front of him was Jason, but his omnipotent friend Jason, any impossible thing that happened to Jason would become possible.

Rodney's surprise lasted a little longer.

Then, the chubby informant opened his mouth cautiously.

"This is not what you planned, is it?"

When he asked this sentence, Rodney wanted to slap himself.

There is nothing wrong with him.

In addition to being greedy, he is also curious.

But curiosity will kill the cat.

If everything in front of him was really planned by this 'Blood Hunter' Jason, what would happen to him who asked this question?

Murder?

Destroy corpses and wipe out traces?

Such words instantly appeared in the mind of the chubby intelligence dealer.

Then, it quickly took root and sprouted.

So much so that before Jason could answer, the chubby informant spoke again.

"Safe house, I have it!"

"Century-year-old grave soil, I have it!"

"Forgive me!"

As he said that, the chubby intelligence dealer raised his hands, and at the same time, he kept beckoning Tanier to intercede with his eyes.

"I gave you my donut!"

"Help!"

Later, under the premise that his life was threatened, Rodney didn't care about other things, and said directly.

"Donut?"

Jason was taken aback.

"Well, it tastes good."

Tanier nodded.

"If you want to eat, let me treat you!"

"Safe House, I'll see you off too!"

"Century-year-old cemetery soil, I'll give it to you too!"

"Forgive me!"

"I'm just a greedy, curious fat man, there's no danger at all!"

Rodney reiterated.

"He has a scroll, which is his hole card."

Tanier on the side suddenly added.

Rodney wanted to strangle Tanier to death!

He didn't expect Tanier to sell him without hesitation!

However, when he saw Jason cast his gaze, he still showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and offered the scroll with both hands.

"Where's the safe house?"

Jason took the scroll, smelled it smelled pretty good, and asked directly.

Immediately, Rodney was refreshed.

Although Jason didn't say much, what Jason said in front of him was enough to inform him.

He can't die!

"You come with me!"

Rodney immediately led the way.

...

Turtle, South End.

Also known as a trade zone.

Here is the most prosperous commercial street in Teerte.

Adjacent to the quayside.

The crowd is dense and poses a responsibility.

Here, there are both successful businessmen and poor people begging for work. Of course, those gang members, habitual thieves and so on are also indispensable.

However, after all, it is the capital of Sivok, Tert. Under the deterrence of the secret police, the gang members are very restrained, especially the habitual thieves.

They don't want to go vacationing in a prison for undercover detectives.

Because, most of the time, there is no return.

Even if it comes out, it will become nothing.

Those secret police detectives are far more greedy than any gang member.

But not absolutely.

Matthew is a pretty good undercover detective.

Upright.

Do your duty.

He is still very responsible.

Therefore, whether in the gang circle in the southern district or in the circle of secret police detectives, Matthew is well-known.

And, very popular.

Because, Matthew just sticks to his own, but never stops others from getting rich.

Even, sometimes, they will help out.

With such a premise, Matthew is naturally welcomed by everyone.

Matthew, who is no longer a teenager, is not married.

I live alone at No. 112, Zhenglishu Street, South District, in a two-story house made of stone and wood. On Xiezaoshu Street, Matthew also has a shop—the rent of the latter has long been paid by Matthew, who is a bachelor. With a relatively affluent life, coupled with the salary of a secret police detective, Matthew's life, even in the eyes of some well-known businessmen, is not bad.

At least, at breakfast, they don't open a bottle of expensive red wine.

Humming a Siwok Southern ditty.

When Matthew sobered up, he made himself a simple breakfast.

Fried ham, chicken salad, fried fish, and a buttered honey bread.

It can be regarded as a breakfast only available to rich people.

It is also the mark that Matthew has always had.

As for wine?

That's a hobby.

After waking up, just as Matthew was shaking his napkin and preparing to serve dinner, there was a knock on his door, and then he was pushed open just like that.

The anger rising from the bottom of Matthew's heart disappeared without a trace when he saw the fat figure.

The rest is boredom.

and also……

A little helpless.

"Rodney, I told you, don't come to me directly, your and my identities...huh?"

Matthew said to himself.

Until he saw Tanier.

And Jason who was at the end.

"'Blood Hunter'?!"

Matthew is undoubtedly a well-informed person. He is very clear about what happened in Turt in the past 24 hours.

Moreover, he also saw Jason's portrait.

It's not that Matthew is outstanding.

Instead, the portrait of the wanted 'Blood Hunter' Jason had appeared in the hands of every secret police detective in Turt half an hour ago.

After recognizing Jason at a glance, the secret police detective subconsciously touched the revolver.

However, it was empty.

The gun appeared in Jason's hand.

Jason, who was still outside the door just now, had already appeared in front of him at this time.

The muzzle of the revolver that belonged to him was pointing at him.

Immediately, Matthew laughed.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

"I just reacted instinctively!"

"No malice!"

As he spoke, he glared at Rodney.

He wished he could shoot the fat man in the head.

Even when he had been caught by the other party and had to cooperate with the other party in a limited amount, he never wanted to kill the other party like he is now.

"I was also forced to be helpless!"

"We want to find a safe place!"

"Nothing is safer than here!"

Rodney said, as if he had returned to his own home, he pulled out the chair and sat at the dining table.

"Come on?"

Rodney picked up the red wine and asked Jason and Tanier.

The former shook his head and returned the revolver to Matthew.

The latter asked very simply.

"Do you have fried eggs?"

"The kind with black pepper."

"It's in the kitchen."

Matthew took the gun back, feeling relieved, at least he knew that the 'Blood Hunter' in front of him should have no intention of killing him, otherwise, there would be no need for such trouble.

It was enough to break his neck in one fell swoop.

Judging from the opponent's strength, this is not difficult.

"Do you need help?"

With the same cooperation foundation as Rodney, Matthew breathed a sigh of relief after temporarily confirming his safety, and returned to his usual smiling appearance.

"Can."

Tanier was not polite either.

If someone cooks, he can relax.

He knows how much his friends eat.

"Are you satisfied here?"

"Matthew, who used to be a 'financial crook', is now a 'Secret Detective', is an 'Assassin' Tier 3 professional 'Blurger', a guy who can be reassured for the time being - he will not betray us, unless, himself I don't want to live anymore."

Rodney said with a smile.

"What is temporary?"

"I can be trusted!"

Matthew emphasized.

"Those who were deceived by you also believed in you."

Rodney said bluntly.

"Century-year-old cemetery?"

Jason asked directly.

"Give me an hour, I've already arranged it."

Rodney started pouring himself a drink as he spoke.

Then, the chubby informant couldn't hold back his curiosity again.

"What happened?"

"Master Jason, why did that imposter frame you?"

"How strong is he?"

"He was able to kill two special Tier 5 'professionals' with ease!"

Like a machine gun, Rodney asked repeatedly.

Jason smiled.

But he didn't say a word.

He didn't believe the fat man in front of him.

Or……

When he found out the identity of the imposter, he wouldn't tell anyone.

Until, finally, the moment when the mystery is revealed.

Because, this is extremely beneficial to him.

The other party will never think that he has been exposed.

As for what the other party wants to do?

Jason had a guess.

However, more doubts.

Fortunately, he can wait.

After all, his patience has always been good.

As for how to find out?

He, Jason, is incredibly talented.

...

Prince Ruitai's residence.

Prince Ruitai's already stern face was even more icy at the moment.

The followers, waiters, and servants around were silent.

Of course they know why His Excellency Prince is doing this.

That bastard 'night watchman'!

Those followers of Prince Ruitai cursed inwardly.

As the attendants of Prince Ruitai, these attendants knew the 'mysterious side', and some of them even mastered the 'extraordinary power' and became 'mysterious side people'.

Of course, there are no 'professionals'.

Once you become a 'professional', you will be promoted exceptionally.

Entered into the organization secretly set up by His Excellency the Prince.

In the past, the greatest expectation of these followers was to enter this organization.

But today?

I feel grateful from the bottom of my heart.

If they entered, they would probably be killed by that Jason along with those guys, right?

ruthless!

Too cruel!

As the 'mysterious people', it's not that they haven't come into contact with the 'Night Watchman'.

Most of the 'Night Watch' are still easy to get along with.

Or bohemian.

Or taciturn.

Generally speaking, it is the kind of existence that if you don't provoke the other party, the other party will not pay attention to you at all.

Even if there is a conflict, there is room for maneuver.

Just show your sincerity.

However, Jason's appearance broke everyone's impression of the 'Night Watchman'.

There is no room for turning around at all.

It will be retribution!

It was just a guy who was 'touched' and was going to kill the other party's whole family.

How could such a guy be a 'night watchman'?

Exactly like those 'demon warlocks'!

Do not!

Even the 'Demon Warlock' is not so ruthless, it needs some 'followers of the evil god' to do it.

boom!

Just as these followers were guessing, there was another muffled sound.

Everyone shuddered in unison, and then saw Prince Ruitai smashing the desk in front of him again.

This is the fifth one for today.

The followers bowed their heads and dared not speak.

Prince Ruitai was panting heavily, obviously extremely angry.

And when it reached a peak, Prince Ruitai raised his hand to hold the long sword on the side, but in the end, he didn't pull it out.

He whispered in an extremely suppressed tone.

"Get out, don't come near anyone!"

Immediately, the people around left one after another as if they had received an amnesty.

At this time, no one wants to bump into the muzzle.

But when everyone left and there was no one around, Prince Ruitai, who was originally extremely angry, became extremely calm.

Not only was there no trace of anger on his face, but there was also a touch of indifference in his eyes.

He stood up and walked to the secret room behind him.

There are many items stored in the secret room.

However, these things are all cover-ups.

Even with the secret room itself.

Prince Ruitai pressed on one side of the wall, and a small space appeared.

A strapped, burly, gagged young man appeared inside.

The other party was staring at Prince Ruitai in front of him with wide eyes.

His eyes were full of panic and fear.

Young people really want to restrain such panic and fear.

However, it didn't work at all.

Even if he imagined countless times meeting alone with the man in front of him on weekdays.

In imagination, he was extraordinarily heroic.

And reality?

All he had left was panic and fear.

Even the young man couldn't even calm himself down a little.

The young man's body trembled unceasingly.

Because, young people are...

Sewerk VII!

And the man in front of him, Prince Ruitai's immortal Siwok VII!

Prince Ruitai looked down at his nephew, the indifference in his eyes dissipated slightly.

Not disappointed.

Nor was there any anger.

On the contrary, it carried a kind of gentleness that was completely absent on weekdays.

Not polite mildness.

It is the gentleness of the elders towards the younger ones.

Siwok VII noticed this kind of gentleness.

The young emperor was taken aback.

What puzzled the young emperor even more was that Prince Ruitai raised his hand and touched the top of his head.

warmth.

powerful.

very big.

It felt a little familiar, as if someone had been touching the top of his head like this when he was a child.

It's him?

Siwok VII raised his head and looked at the 'killing father and enemy' in front of him!

This man who confronts him tit for tat, embarrasses him all the time, and wants to kill him!

Siwok VII, the young emperor was in a trance.

Then, the door closed again.

Prince Ruitai walked out of the secret room.

He regained his stern face again.

He rang the bell.

"Your Highness!"

The head of the entourage immediately appeared in the study.

"Change a table."

Prince Ruitai said so.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The entourage immediately acted.

In less than ten minutes, a desk that was exactly the same as before appeared in the study room. The attendant bowed to look at Prince Ruitai, and the latter raised his hand and waved it lightly.

Immediately, the head of the entourage bowed again and walked out of the study.

At the same time, the door of the study was closed again.

When Prince Ruitai was left alone in the study room again.

The coldness on His Royal Highness's face quickly dissipated, and peace and indifference returned.

Then, he raised his hand and began to draw on the desk in front of him.

A simple ritual circle quickly took shape.

With the formation of this simple magic circle, the peace and indifference of His Royal Highness quickly disappeared, and turned into anxiety and anxiety - the trace of anxiety was well hidden, but one could always find it when one looked closely.

There was a flash of light.

A huge black shadow like a mountain appeared in it.

Even if it is a phantom, it still carries a suffocating pressure.

"What's wrong, Raite?"

A voice like thunder came from the phantom.

Then, the huge mountain-like black shadow moved slightly.

Immediately, a gigantic dragon head appeared.

Blood-red scales.

Teeth sharp as spears.

The golden vertical pupils carried an indescribable chill.

People look at it and unconsciously want to dodge.

dragon!

Red dragon!

Doyle!

Looking at his 'partner', Prince Ruitai hurriedly said——

"The plan had an accident!"

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