Chapter 364 Reconnaissance (for Subscription)

Pulmouth, the abandoned city.

Percy wore a tight black trench coat and walked cautiously among various buildings.

"According to the investigation bureau's information, the 'Blood Clothes Club' was severely punished due to its involvement in the 'Podium Massacre', and the nobles involved were dealt with severely, and a bunch of bad things were turned over..."

The original 'Blood Clothes Club' had a strong aristocratic background, and even became a semi-official organization. Even the Bureau of Investigation was helpless.

However, after the 'Podium Tragedy', the royal family of Sodom, the great nobles, and the military had the same attitude, and these so-called aristocratic backgrounds disappeared immediately.

"Without the protection of political power... Those 'gourmets' are now active in Xiling District, Lower City, etc. where the flow of people is complicated... But the most likely place to have a stronghold is the abandoned city!"

Due to the strange curse of the abandoned city, it was once inaccessible, and later became the headquarters of gangsters and secret organizations, and even the best place to start battles!

Although there is not much traffic, the level of complexity and danger may be ten or a hundred times that of the downtown area!

"I heard that the curse here will also affect fertility and the health of offspring..."

Percy's shoulders shook, he quickened his pace, got into a crumbling old building, and opened a certain room familiarly.

In the room, there was only a man who looked like a homeless man, roasting a small animal that looked like a mouse.

He has a scruffy face, can't see his true face clearly, his hair is disheveled, and the only impressive thing is that he is missing one ear.

"Black Rat!"

Percy lowered his voice.

This is an informant from the General Bureau of Investigation, and he often has some mysterious information in his hands.

"Who are you?"

The black rat touched his waist vigilantly, and the next moment, his movements stopped, because Percy opened his collar, revealing a badge of the Bureau of Investigation.

"So it's the black skins...why is it you? Wasn't James in charge?"

The black rat continued to roast the rat meat indifferently.

Percy already had enough experience in dealing with this kind of bastard.

boom!

The next moment, he pressed the opponent hard against the wall, pointed a gun barrel at the opponent's head, and said coldly: "You are not my informant. In this kind of place, killing a person is like killing a mouse." What's the difference?"

"Hey! I'm my own, my own!" The black mouse cried out in pain, and immediately raised his hands: "I surrender, what do you want to ask?"

"News from the Bloodshirt Club or Gourmet." Percy pulled a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, fished out a cigarette, and lit himself.

The black mouse seemed to want to ask for one, but he was a little afraid, so he could only answer with a smile on his face: "There are indeed some sneaky guys in the nearest Xiling Wharf area and the lower city. They like to sell a kind of Very fragrant meat, the customer's evaluation is good... But I feel something is wrong, it seems to be addictive... And the meat processing factory seems to be in the abandoned city!"

"Exact location?"

Percy's spirits lifted.

"This...you know, in our line of business, even if you kill me, I have to take my share."

The black rat swallowed his saliva and rubbed his thumb and forefinger.

Percy glanced at him coldly, and immediately took out two cans of meat and a roll of banknotes from his coat pocket without saying a word: "If I know you lied to me... I have the ability to find you!"

In order to add persuasive tone, Percy also flew out a knife and shot it at the wall behind the black rat.

On the blade, traces of blood emerged.

The black mouse touched the opening on its cheek, trembling in its voice: "Don't curse me with my blood... I will definitely not lie to you... That meat processing factory is in the abandoned Church of the Holy Spirit to the east !"

In the original abandoned city, of course, there was also the Church of the Holy Spirit, but it was later abandoned.

"Using the church as a meat processing factory, those people are really talented!"

Percy swears, throws the supplies to the black rat, and turns to leave.

...

It was night.

Near the abandoned church.

Percy hid in the shadow of a broken wall, and silently took out his notebook to make surveillance records: "Two groups of people have already entered, and it really is a secret stronghold inside, but I don't know if it is related to the 'Gourmet Association'?"

Puchi!

Puchi!

At this moment, his inspiration was suddenly touched, and he looked up at the sky.

In the dark sky, a black shadow of a bird flew over and stopped on the dilapidated bell tower of the church.

"owl?"

Percy's pupils shrank: "No...it's a crow!"

He felt that it might be an ordinary natural crow. Although it was a bit strange in the abandoned city, it was not uncommon.

But the next moment, Percy knew that this crow was something special.

It hovered over the bell tower for a while, and then fell to the edge of the window, looking around.

That kind of tiptoeing feeling seems to be a thief who is very used to this line of work, or... a voyeur!

"That's not a simple crow, but a contracted creature raised by Extraordinary? Is there someone else eyeing this place?"

Percy was just about to check his surroundings when there was movement in the dilapidated church.

boom!

With a gunshot, all the glass shattered.

The crow was completely fine, and quickly flapped its wings and flew out of the church area. Behind it, there were several Extraordinary people with cold faces who had activated the effect of 'red' to increase the speed!

Originally, Percy was still a little interested in watching the show, but when the crow flew towards his hiding place, his expression became very exciting: "Damn, this dead bird!"

He quickly took out his gun, weighed the difficulty of shooting birds and people, and finally aimed at those Beyonders, and pulled the trigger.

bang bang!

The bullet specially made by the Bureau of Investigation landed on the head of an Extraordinary, directly causing his head to explode, and the others couldn't help but stop chasing: "Is there an ambush?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Percy immediately threw a spell, hiding his figure in the darkness, and quickly retreated.

...

After some fuss, Percy fled out of the abandoned city in a panic and entered the lower city.

"It's all to blame for that dead bird. It's a good infiltration mission, and it's completely messed up!"

Percy tidied up his mess and cursed bitterly.

"Hey... who dares to scold Uncle Bran?"

A high-pitched voice came from a nearby lamppost.

Percy raised his head and saw the culprit, the crow. Its feathers were black and smooth, and there was a red mark between its eyebrows.

"Can talk? Extraordinary creature?"

Percy held a gun in one hand and a charm in the other, looking around vigilantly.

This crow is not scary, what is scary is his hidden master!

At this moment, a young man came out from the corner with an apologetic expression on his face: "Sorry, sorry... There is something wrong with my stupid bird's head, please don't bother with it!"

Percy: "..."