I Will Be The Crowned King

"Everything is arranged?"

In the dim street, "Old Pocket Watch" looked back at "Cigar" walking through the crowd, and said kindly.

"Don't worry, everything is arranged."

The smiling "Cigar" shrugged, looking indifferent:

"It's not the first time this kind of thing has happened to me. It's not difficult - as long as nothing goes wrong, thousands of boxes of goods will be shipped out in an hour."

"There's nothing wrong with tonight's event."

The gentle "Old Pocket Watch" said with emphasis: "This is not smuggling of tobacco, alcohol and food...Dear cigar, your attitude makes me a little worried."

"Of course, I understand, I understand."

"Cigar", who raised his hands, trembled nervously, and immediately laughed along with him.

In the middle of the night when the cold wind is howling, the dome shrouded in lead clouds has no light at all. In the narrow alley, there are only a pair of eyes hidden in shadows and corners, emitting a faint light.

Not long after, there was a loud gunshot in the direction of the factory not far from the alley, and then quickly dissipated without a trace.

A short gangster came in from the alley, galloped all the way to the "Old Pocket Watch", and said something in his ear.

"Very well, Rifle and our 'new friend' have succeeded."

The corners of "Old Pocket Watch"'s mouth rose slightly:

"In another ten minutes, our new friend will find an opportunity to cause a commotion in the factory as you and him agreed; then you...smart cigars, will propose to me 'go in and have a look'."

"In the dark and the chaos, let dear Rifle die in this accident; and cigars, you will join forces with our new friend to kill me before I escape from the factory... I have Do you remember something wrong?"

"No, no!"

The smiling "Cigar" twitched at the corners of his mouth, shrank his neck and continued to laugh: "I didn't expect you to remember so clearly at your age."

"As a black mage, spying on people's hearts is the foundation of the foundation." Shaking his head, "Old Pocket Watch" didn't care:

"I always think that only by knowing a person thoroughly can you really decide whether to be friends with him or not; unfortunately, my friends have always been very few."

"Like Rifle, he is a very good friend - honest and reliable, never framed others easily, never involved in the interests of others; if there is even the slightest possibility, I will not make the decision to kill him."

"But it's a pity, no matter how I hinted, he refused to give up the rights of the trade union completely; obviously I have made a promise to him, no matter what, I will save his life... Sigh."

A low and helpless sigh echoed in the deep alley.

"In comparison, dear cigar, you are special."

The "Old Pocket Watch", who bowed his head and lamented, suddenly changed the subject, making "Cigar" almost scream in fright:

"I can't see through you at all, much less understand what you're thinking - to be honest, if you didn't tell me your plan, but actually joined forces with our new friends, there might have been a hint of killing me at the same time. and rifling opportunities."

"What made you decide to betray him?"

Looking at "Cigar" with fear written all over his face, "Old Pocket Watch" said softly.

"What is it, hehehe..."

The corners of the trembling mouth of the joyful "Cigar" rose slightly:

"It's nothing, I'm just scared."

"Scared?"

"Yes, because you are too scary, old pocket watch... I still remember that in the earliest days of our 'small group' there were a dozen people and dozens of gangsters large and small; what about now? If we talk about the hydra It's an accident, so what do other people say... You're too scary, old pocket watch, rather than killing you, I think it's safer to rely on you."

"Cigar" laughed miserably: "At the very least... even if I die, I won't die in your hands like a whisper."

"What's more, how can I put all my hopes on a guy who suddenly appeared and is so dangerous?"

"Whisper?"

As if hearing something incredible, "Old Pocket Watch" was startled: "But I didn't kill Whisper."

"What?"

"Cigar"'s complexion changed: "Wait, it's not you...you and Rifle...give him..."

He looked at the "Old Pocket Watch" in surprise, stammered and gestured, and quickly made movements like wiping his neck and hanging him.

"Cigar, whether you believe in it or not." The "Old Pocket Watch" with a dignified expression shook his head slightly:

"Whisper was not killed by me and Rifle. I can even testify for Rifle, because I was next to him at the time... At least I didn't hide the slightest bit from you and our new friend in this matter."

Um? !

"Cigar" froze.

"It's not you... It's not me... It's not the rifling..." He murmured in a low voice, his frightened eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of the factory:

"Then... who did it?"

……

"Is it a whisper that you killed?!"

With the gun hole on his forehead, the "rifling" that opened the revolver glared angrily at Anson, staring at his every move.

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

An Sen replied with a blank face, quickly judging the current situation in his mind - the warehouse is empty, and only the five people at the dining table know what happened tonight... If it's not "Rifle", then it must be one of the other three people. one of.

Whisper, old pocket watch... In addition to himself and "Cigar", there is at least one abacus who is trying to eat black.

"You arranged the location tonight, Rifle, how do I know it wasn't a trap you set?!"

An Sen, who spoke coldly, raised the kerosene lamp, and the dim yellow light shone on his frightened and hideous face under the black soft hat.

"Because I don't really need it!"

"Rifle", stimulated by the light, squinted his eyes subconsciously, gritted his teeth and roared, "If I plan to kill all of you, do I still need to evacuate the warehouse in advance?"

"Wouldn't it be easier if dozens of people waited behind the gate with guns?!"

"That's not a whisper that I killed!"

An Sen pretended to be angry and suddenly burst out, and deliberately stepped forward to make the other party's gunshot on his forehead a little away:

"I don't even know where he is. If you didn't say I didn't know he was dead!"

"Okay, that hydra, put down your gun and prove it to me!"

"Why didn't you put the gun down?!"

"You think I'm stupid?!"

"You think I'm stupid?!"

The two who looked at each other stalemately stood on the spot, holding the trigger tightly against the gun hole on their heads, daring not to let go.

This confrontation lasted for a minute. Cole and Rifle's cronies, who finally found something wrong outside, rushed in, and both eyes froze in place at the same time.

But the experienced two immediately regained their composure, and found the best solution to deal with the situation at hand - they drew guns decisively, and then aimed at each other's heads at the same time.

"What's happening here?!"

With the gun hole on his temple, Cole Dorian opened his hammer and looked at Anson. There was an unspoken subtext in his surprised eyes - are we exposed? !

"I'm not sure, but it looks like we were treated as the prisoners who killed Whisper."

An Sen replied without turning his head - don't worry, they haven't thought of that level yet.

"Anson Bach, don't take others for fools!"

The roaring "Rifle"'s entire face was contorted with anger: "I know where you came from!"

"Boss, he's the new Hydra..." The cronies on the side couldn't help reminding him.

"You so shut up!"

"Rifle" shouted violently:

"Suddenly appeared and killed the Hydra all at once. As soon as it came, we killed two brothers, and this mess in front of us - you are actually a member of the Tribunal, right?!"

"Of course I'm not!"

An Sen stared at him indifferently: "I dare to swear to the Primordial Ring, do you dare?!"

"Then you swear!"

"I, Anson Bach swear, if I'm from the Inquisition, let me be shot by the man I trust the most!"

Anson turned around abruptly as he spoke:

"Cole, you help me testify!"

"Cough cough cough cough...!!"

The second-class judge, who was coughing violently, almost didn't catch his breath, and nodded at the other three again and again:

"Yes, I can testify that he is by no means a member of the courthouse!"

Of course, because he's actually a member of the church... Cole couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Maybe it's because Anson's attitude is very sincere, or maybe it's because he really can't find any evidence... Rifle was stunned for a moment, and slowly put away the revolver that was on Ansen's head.

"So... it's really not you?"

"Of course it's not me. I don't even know how many times I have to explain it before you can understand."

Anson deliberately showed a somewhat impatient look, and at the same time put the revolver in his arms but did not let go.

Cole and Rifle's cronies also put away their weapons, and the tense atmosphere in the empty warehouse finally subsided a little.

"So it's not you, it's not me..."

Looking at the empty warehouse with a puzzled face, Rifle said to himself:

"Who would have done that?"

"Shouldn't you tell me this?" Anson asked angrily.

"why me?"

"Because I only met you **** yesterday!"

"...Sorry, I forgot about it."

"Rifle"'s face was a little ugly, and there was anger in his voice: "But I know two things."

"First, only the five of us know about this, so no matter who it is, it must have something to do with the five of us!"

"Second, if we continue to stay, we will definitely fall into the trap of some bastard!"

"Then... retreat?"

Anson, who glanced sideways at "Rifle", suggested: "According to my experience, the faster you retreat at such times, the smaller the loss."

"That's right, but that's on the battlefield—at least you don't have to worry about being shot by a brother in the same trench."

"Rifle", who snorted coldly, looked at Anson mockingly:

"This is the outer city of Clovis City. The rule here is that as long as there is money to be made, a penny can sell a friend for nothing - and you must betray him before he betrays you!"

"Anson Bach... or a hydra, if you want to hang out in the outer city, you have to change your mind and think about how to avoid being sold by others."

"Rifle" reminded.

"what do you mean…"

"We have to let the two people outside come in too." He pointed behind him and looked at Anson meaningfully:

"No matter who did it, only face-to-face can guarantee that we will not betray each other; even if it has nothing to do with them, we have to let these two fall into the trap with us!"

Anson was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

In terms of how to treat people with sincerity, these gangsters and casters from the outer city are indeed much more experienced than themselves.

After having a plan for the next step, the two tacitly did not leave, but asked each other's "confidants" to inform the other two - although it was confirmed that it was impossible for the other party to do it, but that was different from trust.

"You told the old pocket watch and cigar that there was a small situation here. Don't explain it in detail. Just tell them that the four of us need to solve it together."

The cautious "rifle" instructed his cronies.

"Be careful, and come back quickly if there is any accident." On the other side, Anson looked at Cole meaningfully:

"Or find a way to notify me, or run away... All in all, life is the most important thing."

"Understood, don't worry."

The second-class judge immediately understood what Anson meant, smiled knowingly, turned side by side with Rifle's cronies, and walked towards the factory gate.

When the two figures were gone, Rifle suddenly took out two magic books from his arms and handed them over without looking back.

An Sen frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"

"A little apology."

"Rifle", who turned his head, stared straight at An Sen, and said very simply: "You are the boss of Hydra, I wronged you, but I don't want to be enemies with you and your people... That's all."

"And we are all conjurers, this thing should be the most suitable gift."

An Sen paused for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant.

The core of the conjurer's battle is all kinds of strange magic, so of course, the more magic the better; in addition, the opponent gives himself the magic book, which is also revealing his details, which is a kind of gesture.

"Why?" An Sen, who took the magic book, took a few casual glances and stuffed it into his arms:

"I only got the position of the boss of the hydra yesterday, and it's not at the same level as you gang of local snakes - I can't understand how the old man will toss the new man."

Anson never forgets his current "personality".

"Yes, but that was before."

Rifle's eyes suddenly flashed a killing intent: "But I just suddenly figured it out."

"The only person who knows this place is me, plus a few cronies around me; the only explanation is that someone around me betrayed me."

"So I thought about it very seriously, whether there is a 'good brother' around me who can kill the whispers without leaving a trace, and who can quietly buy my cronies; then I found out that there is indeed one."

He sneered: "Old pocket watch... It can only be him!"

"So I plan to join forces with you to ambush this old **** in this warehouse—although I'm not afraid of him, but after all, one more person means more confidence, and there is also a madman like Cigar... Both of them have to die!"

"If you agree, the two magic books just now are considered deposits, and we will share the business equally after the matter is completed."

Facing the invitation from "Rifle", An Sen showed a smile without any hesitation:

"Of course!"

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