Chapter 49: People in Hell (Part 2)

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"You said that thing works! Bullshit legendary anti-magic weapon!"

"We have done so many things and searched for so many years!"

One of the six giants of the Brotherhood of the Black Street, Anton "The Ripper" angrily lifted Lancer the "Sleepless Eye" by the collar, and pressed him against the wall: "And now! Black Sword uses it to kill the Blood Demon Master Neng has countless holes in his body! It’s useless!”

"Your goal is to kill Hei Jian, right!"

"Calm down, Anton!" Morris, one of the six giants, held Anton's hand profusely: "We received a message from the crow in the north together..."

"Although he was seriously injured and his life and death are unknown, Hei Jian escaped, didn't he?"

"Even if that weapon doesn't work, but..."

"At least Heijian might still be alive!"

"Maybe alive?" Anton still resisted Lancer firmly, he turned his head angrily, and pointed at Lancer to Morris: "So can you forgive this guy!"

"Even if he uses fake weapons to frame Hei Jian?"

"Even under his guidance, our efforts for so many years have not paid off at all?"

Morris was momentarily at a loss for words.

Lancer snapped Anton's bandaged arms.

"Although Ramon is not here, I can't be sure... But it doesn't have to be the problem with the weapon. After all, we haven't even figured out the name and function of the weapon!" Lancer gritted his teeth and looked directly at Anton's angry voice. Eyes: "In the secret department, I have read related files. The blood magician is special. It cannot be directly sealed by ordinary anti-magic weapons... But this does not mean..."

"Go to your file! I won't believe a word of those secret subjects!"

"Didn't you see the message?" Anton cursed emotionally: "The so-called anti-magic weapon that you said can seal the magician-ineffective!"

"Two days ago, Black Sword almost died at the hands of the blood magician!"

"Maybe the weapon itself is what attracted us..."

"Impossible," Lancer stared at Anton, and said in a deep voice, "That news is related to that lady that Morat is also very afraid of..."

Anton's hand became tighter and tighter, he interrupted Lancer, and said harshly:

"Go to the fucking Morat Hansen! Go to the fucking kingdom secret department!"

"Don't forget who made us look like this back then!"

"Who turned us from... into what we are now, a black street brotherhood that abandons the bottom line for revenge, is devoid of conscience, and does all kinds of bad things, into a kingdom moth that can only linger in the shadows!"

Anton's eyes were flushed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Especially you, Lancer Keang! Aren't you the undercover Molat placed among us back then!"

"Hei Jian forgives you, but I don't!"

Morris, who was dragging Anton, trembled violently.

"Undercover?"

"Haha, it's been twelve years, and you've only come to worry about this now?" Lancer sneered hard, not caring about Anton's hand strength: "Then what did the past twelve years mean to you? Do you think we Founding a fraternity for fun?"

"The last twelve years? Fun?"

Anton seemed to have been stimulated to the most important nerves. His face was bulging with veins, and he was furious, roaring crazily: "Son of a bitch! Do you think I want to control a bunch of scum like thieves, robbers, and rapists?"

"Working with psychos like Cendara Rhoda and Larzen Faxel?"

"Are you a smuggler and murderer every day!"

Lanser's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help clenching his teeth as his brows kept rising.

"What kind of life have we lived in the past twelve years..." Anton continued to grit his teeth: "How much did you pay for your illusory news..."

"Then kill me here!"

"Take my head to comfort the dead,

Consolation to that grown-up! Lancer yelled, and interrupted Anton: "Treat me as the biggest enemy, as if you have revenge, feel at ease, you can go back and be a good man..."

"enough!"

A louder roar sounded from the side.

Anton and Lancer were shocked at the same time, and they turned to Morris who was aside.

"Lech Malone."

"Cabra Golightly."

"Drecoto Ellsworth." Trembling, Morris bowed his head deeply, clenched his fists, and names came out of his mouth one by one: "Kuldimo Fenway."

"Kilsters Desmond!"

"And that adult..."

Both Anton and Lancer were shocked!

"Remember them, remember the names?"

"The oath we made together back then! Find all the real culprits and avenge the dead!" Morris raised his head, and his eyes were flushed at some point: "At all costs!"

"Do you think you are suffering in silence alone? Skinny man!" Morris yelled, "Over the past decade or so, those of us who didn't know anything about gangsters or organizations have worked hard to build territory, build influence, infiltrate In the underground world, recruit everyone, fight against the Blood Bottle Gang, avoid the pursuit of the Secret Division, treat all suspects as enemies, track down Sariton and the Shadow Shield, and find out the truth of the year..."

"Isn't it all for one purpose!"

"boom!"

Morris punched the wall with all his strength, his lips trembling:

"I've never killed a child before..."

"But in the past twelve years, just the children who died in the abandoned house, from four to twelve years old, there are a total of 154--this is not counting the son of a bitch Rhoda two months ago. A family killed so many beggars!"

"These are all my blood debts!"

"I buried each of them with my own hands! I almost remember what each of them looked like!"

"The last one was a year ago..."

"A boy who ran away. In order to show our toughness and cruelty in front of our negotiating opponents, I suffocated him with a supernatural power!" Morris was in a state of uncontrollable emotion, his supernatural power was a little out of control, and even the surrounding air became unstable:

"God knows what our group of people have paid for and become in the past ten years!"

Anton closed his eyes, bit his lower lip tightly, and lowered his head.

Lancer laughed abruptly.

"Yeah, well said," Sleepless Eyes showed a weeping and laughing expression: "Hahaha, Anton Levanowski, you think we have done so many things to correct, atone for, or repay Create a better world for the sins of the past?"

"dream!"

Lancer, with terrifying eyes, cursed loudly:

"Go and see what we have done over the years! The Prison of Bones in Xihuang—that's where we should go!"

"But why are we here? Why didn't we accept the punishment that should have been inflicted on us?"

Lancer pushed Anton away violently, and shouted angrily:

"That's because on that day twelve years ago, from the moment we arrived at the gate of the Fuxing Palace, we have become a group of ghosts, a group of ghosts, and a group of breathing corpses!"

"The only, supreme, and absolute purpose of our existence is to drag out all the enemies and black hands, and then follow them to destroy them..."

"Only Black Sword understands best - we are already in hell."

The airtight soundproof room suddenly fell silent.

"Boom!"

Anton kicked the wall hard, then walked to the table, dragged out a chair, and sat down heavily.

Morris covered his face, his fist against the wall was already bleeding.

Lancer stared fixedly at the ground, his eyes motionless.

In the silence, only the suppressed, trembling or rapid breathing of the three men could be heard.

Until Morris was the first to break the silence.

"We have to believe in Black Sword," the fat man tried his best to calm down his emotions, and said slowly, "Even if he didn't pass on the anti-magic weapon, he still has the ability to escape from the magician... just like facing Ashida back then."

Lancer pulled back his scarlet cloak.

"Wait for his news." The brotherhood intelligence leader who was born in a secret department whispered: "When he recovers from his injuries, I want Hei Jian to try that weapon again."

"How to try!" Anton still didn't adjust himself, he frowned and said bluntly: "Is it a gamble with your life! Touching the blood magician again may be the death of Heijian!"

"No, I will tell him to stay away from the Blood Mage as far as possible before confirming the availability of that weapon." Lancer replied without any emotional ups and downs.

"Availability? How to confirm?" Morris wiped away the sparkle from his eyes.

"Do you still remember Gu?" Lancer said silently, "That man from the Far East."

"Gu?"

Anton frowned: "Before our mercenary group disbanded, that kid who came in last? The guy who was kicked out by Suye Wuyiwei?"

"It's him," Lancer said slowly, "he's in Exeter and brought me some news."

"Do you still have contact with him?" Morris bandaged his fist, wondering: "Gu and we are not in the same group... You said before that that guy has his own purpose, which is very suspicious."

"Our intelligence in the north is still a little insufficient, so we have to borrow local connections," Lancer shook his head: "And Gu—whether he is suspicious or not—seems to be doing well there."

"Wait, you said that you need to confirm the performance of the weapon...so..." Morris looked at Lancer blankly.

"That's right, Gu found an old friend in Exeter in the past few days..." Lancer raised his head with sharp eyes: "It's really an old friend."

Anton and Morris looked at each other in astonishment.

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