Chapter 13: . Party in the Shadows

In the capital, the lanterns are in the early moonlight and the moonlight is cool.
The covered bridge port at night was still crowded with people, and the two teenagers who had left the bookstore slowly walked out of the rail station platform, one after the other, following the flow of people to the west. I don't know why the two who claimed to be studying at the South Island Military Academy were in the port of the capital, and why they had to hide from Jiehai.
Virut walked ahead with a straight stature and a moderate pace. He tried his best to control the exemplary military posture cultivated in the long-term military training and slowed down. About one meter behind him, Saiker followed with a huge oil paper bag in his hand. He was eating all kinds of spicy barbecued meat skewers in the bag with relish, while looking around.
The young red pupil walked in silence, thinking about the reason for coming to the capital this time. He was still a little surprised why the teacher had to give himself such a task, as a newcomer to command the team to complete such a difficult task, even if he was calm as he could not help but feel a little nervous. However, it is useless to think more about the matter now, and now he is most worried about the unknowing partner behind him. Just now he was about to gather some information with the boy in the bookstore, this idiot didn't realize it at all...Oh! Thinking of this, only a sense of powerlessness remained in Virut's heart, and his steps were a little stiff.
The two of them kept a delicate distance back and forth, and quickly crossed Xiangpa Avenue, past rows of metal warehouses, and turned north at the T-junction, and then walked for a few minutes to the port work and residence area. This old low-rise building is specially designed for sailors and workers working in the port. As the bridge port has become more prosperous in recent years, the newly built apartment buildings can no longer meet the growing demand. The Port Authority has to open up new accommodation areas year by year. . It is precisely because of this that the residents here change frequently and there is a mixture of fish and fish. How to maintain law and order in the work and accommodation area has always been a major headache for the police.
At this time, the work and lodging area was busy, and the sailors crowded together in various restaurants and taverns, chatting loudly while enjoying cheap and mellow ale, indulging in the coolness of the autumn night. The two teenagers paced away from the crowded streets, and quickly walked into the narrow lanes deep in the old district.
The lights in the alley were dim and silent, and Velut slowly walked to a small bush at the entrance of the alley, staring at the sparse yellow branches and leaves as if waiting for something. Saiker followed him into the alley. He pulled the rest of the barbecue into his mouth, threw away the paper bag, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and stood against the wall in the shadows. I saw a burst of black light suddenly appeared all over his body, and the whole person instantly dispersed into the black shadow like a mist.
It turned out that this careless young man was actually a powerful man. His supernatural power turned out to be a shadow control technique, which was really rare. He swiftly swam in the continuous shadows like a fish, circled far along the alleyway, and found no abnormalities, so he appeared from the same place.
Virut caught sight of his appearance, and immediately took out a small white ball from his trouser pocket and threw it concealed to the corner of the intersection. When the white ball fell on the ground, it emitted a faint gray mist, which soon obscured the entire intersection.
The two teenagers speeded up their pace. They ran over several small buildings, turned left and right into a dark alley, and finally tapped 6 times on the sealed wall at the end. A half-person-high round hole suddenly opened in the middle of the wall, and the two men quickly bent over and got into the hole. The stone wall instantly closed tightly, as if it had never been opened.
Inside the cave is a flat and narrow stone path, with a little fluorite embedded on the top of the head, and a thick sound-absorbing carpet on the ground. Stepping on it quietly. Velut glanced at the familiar silent tunnel and walked along the carpet. He heard strange laughter and some vulgar slang in front of him. He remained silent, and led Saiker forward without expression, and quickly passed through the tunnel to the huge rotunda hall.
The hall was very empty, only a large black stone round table was placed in the center, and 12 chairs were placed on the side according to the time. A small simple white lamp hung on the top of the stone table to illuminate the only one in the secret room. Settlements.
There were already several figures in black cloaks by the stone table. One of them was turning his back to the two teenagers, laughing piercingly, and performing burlesque. The man also had short silver-white hair. He turned around subconsciously when he heard the sound of light footsteps coming from behind. Under the pale white light, his face was exactly the same as Virut.
Saiker was still lazily reminiscing about the spicy barbecue skewers. Seeing this, he was furious. He rushed forward and strangled the man's neck with one hand and lifted him high with one hand.
"Always! Don't be in front of me! Pretend to be Virut!" The blue-haired boy gritted his teeth and roared viciously, his eyes as if a falcon staring at the disguised man, his blue pupils gleaming coldly.
The disguised face was so purple that his eyes were almost protruding, and he quickly waved to the onlookers for help. There was a wave of tremor on his face, and the divine power disguised slowly to reveal his true face. This man is probably over 30 years old, looks very wretched, with thin eyebrows and small eyes, with a sparse beard.
On the contrary, Verutt had a calm expression, he walked slowly to the table and sat down, loosened his collar and stroked his cufflinks. He didn't even look at the hideous man, staring at a crack on the stone table with interest, and whispered, "Let him go...".
Saiker pursed his lips and frowned. Although he didn't understand why Virut was not angry, he still subconsciously followed his judgment. The angry young man snorted threateningly, and threw the pretender to the stone table with his hand.
"Cough! Cough!" The man who had survived coughed embarrassedly. He climbed onto the opposite stone chair with his hands and feet together, picked up his legs and shrank between the tables and chairs, and dared not move.
Saikor clapped his hands in disgust, then he cursed secretly, then pulled the stone chair beside Verutt and sat leaning on it. He took out the small black dagger from his waist and played around intently, as if he had no interest in the things in this hall.
The hall fell silent, and Virut folded his hands and looked around on the tabletop. In addition to the hapless pretender, four other participants were present at the party.
Sitting on his left hand is a big dark-skinned bald man with short, thick eyebrows and a thick lion's nose grinning with a big mouth of blood, looking scared. Sitting next to him was the only young woman in the room, with a delicate smile on her face, giving people a rightly gentle feeling.
Opposite the two sat a white-haired old man with a thin face and yellow skin, short curly hair close to his ears, and a neat beard around his mouth, with a serious expression. There was also a young boy sitting closest to him, with long black hair tied into a bun, and strange red, green and green patterns painted on his face, which looked very uncomfortable.
Few people had little reaction to Virut's arrival, only the yellow-faced old man bends over at him respectfully.
There was still no sound in the conference hall. Virut looked around, squinted his eyes and smiled gently, and asked as if nothing had happened, "Why are everyone not in high mood? This is the first formal meeting for everyone. Concerns, just speak up if you have anything."
There was another silence around, and after a while, the painted youth broke the deadlock with a loud voice. He lowered his head and fiddled with his thin fingers, his face was mocking, Yin and Yang said in a grotesquely sour manner: "How dare you have any worries... Your honor has made it clear that you want you to command, you can just say it, you can still make me happy? ?"
"What are you talking about!?" Saiker slapped the table and stood up. The dagger in his hand slammed straight through the table. He stared at the painted face with a bad expression, lowered his voice and shouted, "You have the courage to say it again!"
"Hehe...Others are afraid of you, I am not afraid of wild ghosts!" The young and young man who claimed to be wild ghosts sneered, "Aren't you going to say it straight? Why, you don't like to hear it after you say it?"
"X's..." Saiker couldn't resist his provocation. As soon as the anger came, he was going to move forward, but Velut suddenly reached out and patted him on the back, cooling the nameless anger.
Saiker turned his head in a puzzled manner, and saw that Velut glanced at the painted teenager with a smile on his face, rubbing his thumb and slowly said: "To be honest, I am a newcomer who has just arrived. Although I have no experience, I know some rules... …If someone is confident that they can do the job, you might as well give you this command order. I’ll explain it to the teacher...it’s just..." He paused and looked around at the crowd, smiling gradually, "If it gets messed up in the end ...Don't blame me for not being affectionate then."
Ye Gui stagnated for the hidden killing rod. Although he was jealous, he knew that he was not commanding that piece of material. He could only lower his head again, muttering a few words vaguely, with a reluctant expression on his face.
Saiker glared at the wild ghost a little bit more and then drew out the dagger. He sat back on the chair and stared at the crowd with a straight face. The dagger in his hand flew up and down, as if anyone would dare to say a word.
The yellow-faced old man made a round when he saw this. He stroked his short beard and smiled: "What the young master said! They are good at fighting and killing these few, so if you want them to use their brains, it's really... right? , Foreman?" He winked secretly at the rough man, and motioned to him not to upset his young master.
The black-faced man named Foreman knew his heart. He touched his head and laughed loudly, and gruffly replied: "Our brother is a vulgar man. Your honor has given orders. Let's listen to the young man's idea. Yeah, we have no objection!"
Virut looked at the coquettish woman who was always smiling and silent, until the other side nodded slightly at him, and then smiled again. He glanced at the pretender who was shrinking on the stone chair opposite, and sighed softly: "We are all good partners who share the same joys and sorrows. Living in a foreign country, we should unite with each other. You don't have to worry about everything before. In the future, I hope you all can Sincerely cooperate and complete the task successfully."
Hearing what he said, some people laughed and said yes, while others were silent. Virut kept smiling for a while and then asked the pretender: "Snake skin, has the target been confirmed?"
"Confirmed... Confirmed, young and old!" Snakeskin replied tremblingly, "I will stay in Presidential Suite No. 501 that night. I have asked several times, and it will never be wrong!"
Weilu nodded and asked the woman sideways: "Demon Bee, are all the ideas to be deployed in the field ready?"
The coquettish woman still didn't speak, she only smiled charmingly at him, and slowly lifted her right hand and opened her sleeves to signal. I saw that her white and smooth arms were densely covered with nail-sized bees, squeezing and humming lightly, and the scalp was numb.
"Thanks for your hard work... Foreman, have you delivered everything you need?"
"Let's put it away! This time we got a lot of good goods, please let go of it, hehe!" The black man smiled triumphantly, showing his white teeth.
"Hmm..." It seems that the preparations are progressing smoothly, and Virut casts his eyes on the painted face boy, "Wild ghost, this time the feint is still to you... Be careful not to make any extravagance."
"..." The wild ghost lowered his head and said silently, and I don't know if he listened.
Velut had expected that he would not pay attention to himself, and was not annoyed. He looked at the white-haired old man and asked softly, "Uncle Seven, is the boat ready?"
"Don't worry, Master, the newly developed Shadow Sail, with a top speed of 22 knots, driven by pure magic, will never find a rival in this capital!"
Weilu nodded his head and smiled unabated. He looked around again, and finally warned everyone: "Everything is going well at the moment. Everyone continues to lurch and wait for the opportunity. This action must be a hit. I hope everyone is cautious. Cause unnecessary trouble."
Everyone said yes, the commander started to walk towards the small secret door in the hall. He turned the stone door and let out a long sigh in the shadow that everyone could not see. The partners are still not in harmony, but there is not much time left. I just hope that everything will be as he expected and there will be no more accidents. Virut thought to himself, and continued to walk towards his lounge.
The stone table in the hall fell into a weird silence again, and Saikor glanced at the wild ghost provocatively, only to see that he had taken out a newspaper at some point and looked at it with interest. A photo of the dilapidated village was printed in the newspaper, underneath it was written in large characters: "Death in mountain villages occurs frequently, how can the disaster of giant beasts be resisted?
Saiker stood up with his lips curled in disdain, and mocked him in a low voice: "Dirty! Only worthy of dirty work!" He pulled back the chair to catch up with Virut, but after walking a few steps, a wild ghost came. With the laughter on the side of the side, he turned his head to look. The painted face sneered at him with his head tilted, his eyes full of ice-like chill: "Who is killing someone? You can get there? Shadow kill... Cole..."
Saiker looked at each other indifferently with the wild ghosts, the gray-blue pupils were rarely deep, he finally said nothing, turned and strode away.
The wild ghost snorted triumphantly, and then lowered his head to look at the newspaper. He smiled and stretched out his right hand and swayed slightly in the sky. A flame floated on the newspaper, and it burned to black ash in a short while. The painted face boy nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards the entrance tunnel with a humming lightly.
Soft singing echoes in the empty stone hall, accompanied by the four lonely figures at the table.