Chapter 327 Beheading

High in the sky.

The clouds were hazy.

A monoplane slightly smaller than the X-1 biplane transport was flying at high speed.

The wings cut through the air, making a loud rumbling sound.

At this time, there were two men and two women sitting in the cabin, a total of four young men and women.

One of the men and one woman, Gillan had met once in the investigation committee hall on the 70th floor of the Triumph Building. They were the reserve "Thorns" members of the ancient secret cult "Midnight Rose".

The four of them all wore the same ruby ​​ring as Gillan, which was a symbol of their status.

"Holden, I heard that you and Celine have met the 001 "Thorns"?"

A young man with small eyes and medium-length hair asked the man with a short haircut opposite him.

The short-haired man, Holden, turned his head and looked at Miss Celine with short brown hair next to him, and then nodded.

"Well. Although I only saw him from a distance, Mr. Gillan's strength should not be underestimated."

Holdan sighed.

Celine ate a washed red berry and added in a low voice with a tone of admiration:

"I heard that it was because of him that the top leaders of the secret cult were willing to break the rules and establish a reserve organization like the 'Thorn Clan'."

"Is it so exaggerated? Make an exception for him alone?"

The small-eyed long-haired man who asked the question chuckled.

"I have actually heard of Gillan. He was the illegitimate son of an earl's family, but this family was completely banned a few months ago for suspected cult activities... As for him, he is now working as a team leader in the Mysterious Investigation Committee, so that's it."

"Buweig, he has another identity, that is, the empire's 'gravedigger'."

The pigtailed woman sitting next to the long-haired man took a sip of coffee and said lightly.

"What does this mean, Halidan?"

Buweig shrugged.

"We are all Level 3 Spirit Mystics and are all Secret Cult Reserves. I really don't understand why the Secret Cult sent us to assist him... Is it because he is No. 001, so he is more special than us?"

"Although I am reluctant to be his assistant, this is the Secret Cult's mission."

Halidan put down the coffee cup and said calmly.

Buweig squinted his eyes, hugged his elbows and turned his head, looking at the clouds outside the porthole, and said:

"When I first received the 'hotline', I felt strange... If it was a joint operation, I would have no objection, but I just obeyed a reserve of the same level."

"What else are you talking about? Let us, the reserve, come here to broaden our horizons..."

He said with a laugh.

No one spoke anymore, and the atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

The buzz cut man named Holden sighed and advised:

"I don't know why Mr. Gillan is valued by the esoteric religion... But I have been working in the field of mysticism for more than ten years before I finally seized the opportunity to join the "Thorn Clan". I know that some people are always special."

"I think we should have awe of the strong."

Celine nodded slightly, agreeing with him.

However, Halidan did not say anything about this, and Buweige laughed and retorted:

"Then I hope he is really a strong man, not a "Pigeli" with only appearance."

At this time, the plane began to slowly land in the gray sky.

"Finally, we are here, let's go and see the "famous" No. 001 "Blood Owl."

Buweige stood up first, stretched his waist, and put his hands in his pockets.

…

…

Inside the dock, the open space of the factory.

The body of Congressman Royce fell in a pool of blood, his head torn apart by the fierce firepower of the alchemical revolver, splashing a conspicuous brain and blood on the ground.

Everyone was shocked.

No one expected that Gillan would shoot without hesitation and kill the town councilor on the spot.

"First, sir, we are just following orders!"

The secretary in a suit and tie was so scared that his legs went weak and he raised his hands tremblingly.

"Please don't shoot!"

Even the staff on the side were full of fear and cold sweat. They were afraid that the blond young man in front of them would kill indiscriminately.

Gillan glanced at a few people indifferently and lightly put the revolver into the holster.

The weather in December was a bit cold. Although the local area was in the warmer south, the temperature was only a few degrees.

The "residue" of Congressman Royce was still steaming, but Gillan's attention was not there.

He looked in front of his sight without leaving a trace.

The colorful lights formed several lines of crooked handwriting, which only he could see:

"Trigger mission: Beheading."

"The local council of Deep Autumn Town colluded with the Blood Harbor Gang, but they didn't know that there was someone else behind the gang. Under the cover of the council, the Blood Harbor Gang continued to secretly collect the "Red Whale Heart" to facilitate the secret research of the "No. 7 Golden Force."

"Right now, due to the outbreak of the miasma disaster, Deep Autumn Town has been in turmoil, the population has dropped sharply, and order has collapsed. The Blood Harbor Gang has become the underground ruler of Deep Autumn Town."

"The arrival of the second group of gravediggers seems to have aroused the hostility of local forces. The parliament and the Blood Harbor Gang will continue to hinder your actions."

"Kill more than half of the members of the Deep Autumn Town Council, or kill the leader of the Blood Harbor Gang and its high-ranking officials to clear the obstacles."

"Time limit: 72 hours."

"Reward: moderate improvement in spiritual knowledge, spirituality, and physicality (choose one of the three)."

"Task accepted."

The task texts in front of him are derived from the new ability "Golden Sigh" of the "Player" essence. It is also the first time he has been triggered after being promoted to level 4.

'All my actions and motivations in reality may passively trigger this ability...'

Jilan's eyes were thoughtful.

'Beheading is just what I want. '

He retracted his attention, and the colorful text disappeared.

He immediately turned to look at the gray-haired person in charge and said in a deep voice:

"Ms. Theresa, you also heard the communication with the chairman last night... I have obtained temporary privileges, and I can act flexibly under the premise of taking the grave digging task as the first priority."

"Well, I know."

Ms. Theresa glanced at the corpse on the ground, but did not blame Gillan for being cruel, but sighed:

"So what do you think about the current situation?"

"The local parliament is obviously deeply involved with the Blood Harbor Gang. If we don't deal with it, our mission will be difficult to carry out... I plan to take action and strike against these two forces."

Gillan said as if no one was around.

"It just so happens that we are currently lacking ships and energy to sail, and the other party must have what we need."

As soon as these words came out, the secretary and the staff collapsed to the ground and trembled all over.

Even Lieutenant Colonel Torre and his adjutant changed their faces and dared not breathe for a while.

They all knew that the Empire's special operations department specializes in mysterious disasters and has extraordinary mysterious powers.

The blond young man in front of him was targeting the town council and the Blood Harbor Gang by name, so he was definitely not taking it lightly.

"Well... okay."

Ms. Theresa thought about it and didn't refuse.

She knew that in the current situation, Gilan's suggestion was the best choice.

"Gilan, which side are you going to attack?"

"The Blood Harbor Gang."

Gilan seemed to have a plan in mind.

Ms. Theresa nodded and said:

"Then I will be in charge of the council... How many people do you need?"

"Let Lieutenant Colonel Torre lead a company of 100 people to follow me."

Gilan thought about it and said.

Ms. Theresa frowned slightly and reminded:

"Don't underestimate the Blood Harbor Gang. They must have mysterious power. It may be difficult to deal with them with just you and a company of troops... I'll let Maiev and Kaya act with you."

"Well." Gilan nodded in agreement. "In fact, Chairman Pala has also dispatched support, and they should be here soon."

Ms. Theresa raised her eyebrows.

As if to confirm Gillan's words, there was a roar of a car engine outside the dockyard.

Then, there was the sound of the engine shutting down and the door opening and closing.

A soldier guarding outside ordered:

"No passage is allowed in the military-controlled area."

"The investigation committee has temporarily certified that we are ordered to come to support."

A man's calm voice sounded immediately afterwards.

After a vague conversation, there was a sound of footsteps.

Four young men and women walked in with their heads held high.

"Hello, Mr. Gillan Ilos."

A 1.8-meter-tall, burly man with a short haircut strode forward and smiled at Gillan.

But his physique was half a head shorter than Gillan's.

"I am Holden Nigati, we have met in the committee hall."

The man stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Holden."

Gilan also extended his hand and shook it politely.

During this process, he noticed that Holden intentionally or unintentionally nodded the ruby ​​ring on his index finger, hinting at something.

Gilan nodded imperceptibly.

He understood that the other party was hinting at their identities. The four were all "Thorns" reserve sent by the secret cult "Midnight Rose".

"This is Celine, and there are Buweig and Halidan."

Holden introduced the three people around him to Gilan.

"Our numbers are from 002 to 005."

"Thank you for coming from afar. I just need your help next."

Gilan smiled.

At this time, Buweig, who was standing beside Holden, chuckled and said:

"Mr. Gilan, let me tell you in advance that it is difficult to fight for life and death. We are just here to assist, not to sell our lives."

"Then Mr. Buweig, what can you do?"

Gilan asked with a smile.

"Investigate the enemy situation and guard the rear."

Buweige said calmly.

"My essence is 'reporter', you won't let me charge into battle, right?"

"Well, I see... It turns out that you are not only a coward, but also a waste."

Jilan nodded, looking enlightened.

"Then why are you staying here? Go back to where you came from."

"You..."

Buweig narrowed his eyes.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"Haha, that's what you said. We followed orders to come to support, but you didn't accept the good intentions."

Buweig smiled and turned away.

The braided woman beside him, Halidan, also spoke at this time and said:

"My essence is 'merchant', I'm afraid it's difficult for me to take on the heavy responsibility. If Mr. Gilan doesn't need it, then I'll leave too."

"It's up to you." Gilan said calmly.

Hearing this, Halidan turned around without hesitation and followed Buweig, intending to leave the dockyard.

But at this moment, Gilan said lightly:

"It seems that our organization still needs to raise the threshold. Why do we only recruit useless things?"

Pada!

Buweig and Halidan both stopped at the same time.

They turned around slowly, both with expressionless faces.

Buweig said bluntly:

"If we are useless, then what are you?"

"Gilan Ilos, you just joined the organization before us, which does not mean you are superior. We cannot disobey the orders of our superiors, but it does not mean that we will accept your insults for nothing."

Halidan said coldly.

"Insult?" Gilan raised his eyebrows, very surprised. "I am just stating the facts."

"In addition, you two obviously do not accept the transfer. In this case, you might as well stop staying in the organization."

"What qualifications do you have to decide this matter?"

Buweig laughed in anger.

Beside Gilan, Miss Celine with short hair curled on the side looked embarrassed and said:

"Mr. Gilan, how about..."

"Celine."

However, Holden quickly pulled her hand, shook his head with a very serious expression, and signaled her not to interfere.

Celine shut up and took a step back.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre and all the soldiers present were silent, not daring to interfere. Even Ms. Theresa and the other gravediggers looked like they were watching a show.

Gillan had a calm expression.

He suddenly heard a "ding".

A golden exclamation mark lit up above his head.

Colorful words appeared in front of him, and the essence ability "Golden Exclamation" was triggered again.

"Triggering mission: Deterrence."

"The reserve members sent by the ancient secret cult "Midnight Rose" are not convinced by you, and are even more unwilling to obey your orders."

"Deter the 004 member of the "Thorns", Buweig Murray, and the 005 member, Halidan Mora, so that they obey you."

"Time limit: 2 hours."

"Reward: A slight improvement in spiritual knowledge, spirituality, and physicality (choose one of the three)."

"Mission not accepted."

Gillan said in his heart:

'Accept. ’

The colorful words then changed to "Task Accepted".

Jilan looked at the two young men and women and said calmly:

"Qualification?" He spread his hands. "In the field of mysticism, strength is qualification."

"I'll give you one chance. If you two can make me move even one step, I won't pursue the matter... If you can't do it, apologize to me and obey my orders obediently."

Jilan's eyes were deep and his tone was cold.

Buweige grinned.

"You really think you are a big shot."

Swish! !

As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved.

At the same time, he activated the mysterious power "I Potential" common to third-level spiritualists.

Halidan beside him was also angered by Jilan's "arrogant" words and rushed out almost at the same time.

The expressions of the two were blank, but their eyes were cold.

Together, they flashed in front of the blond young man, one punched, the other kicked high, attacking the other's left face and right neck.

Woo——

Strong wind blew in the face, and the afterimage flashed.

Jilan didn't even blink, and raised his hand to swing.

He put his index finger and middle finger together, and he was the first to arrive, tapping the elbows and ankles of Buweig and Halidan.

Puff! Puff!

The Gemini Sword, Pisces Sword, Capricorn Sword and Aquarius Sword of the Twelve Secret Swordsmanship merged into Jilan's fingertips at this moment, instantly disarming the two.

Buweig and Halidan's faces changed.

They couldn't even feel their arms and calves!

Then, they saw Jilan's arms stretched out together and grabbed the necks of the two!