Vol 3 Chapter 324: Inadvertently broken

Meeting Philip at this time was something that Down and Johia didn't expect. But with so much information, the next shopping trip naturally got cancelled.
The two quickly returned to the streamside tavern and found Inok who was still studying the negotiation strategy according to the conditions. They discussed the impact of the other party's complex negotiation team on this side, and whether there would be any opportunities.
At the same time, some undercurrents caused by the city have begun to formally scroll under the impetus ...
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Nancheng District, a remote street.
This is now a place taboo for mountain dwellers, because a fierce battle happened not long ago. Hundreds of police cavalry battled a dozen bounty hunters. There were no victors in that battle, the bounty hunters were annihilated, and the cavalry soldiers suffered heavy casualties.
Later, I do not know when a rumor gradually spread in the city. It may be because there were too many people dead at the time, so at night here I would hear some voices similar to the fighting with the sword and the cry of the dead soul ... whether this rumor is that an elderly person with a problem in the ears will say it freely, anyway Now it has been shrouded in a terrifying aura, and even tramps will consciously avoid it.
Of course, there are always people who do n’t believe in evil, or some people do n’t care about it at all ...
"Burney, did the mole say No. 38 or No. 83?" Rubbing his red nose, Bowes frowned, trying to distinguish the house numbers on the abandoned houses on both sides. He asked impatiently. Road.
"Don't ask me, I don't know." Bernie on the side was obviously upset. Skipped his mouth: "If it wasn't for your heavy hand, you would have killed the mole with a punch. Why would you need to tangle this problem now."
Powes scratched his head and spread his hands helplessly: "How could I know that the Mole was so unbeaten that he couldn't even carry a punch ... I don't understand. Such a man is also a Mole and it is too shameful. Well. "
The cause of the matter is simple. When Bowers and Bernie became the security chief and chief of the cavalry of Mountain Creek, they naturally started their business and came to the trouble of moles. But I don't know if it was too big because of the last time. This makes them famous now, and the moles in the city have disappeared collectively.
Yesterday, I managed to catch a clue, waiting for a torture to ask other moles for clues, but was shot and killed by excited Bowes, and finally left such an embarrassing question for the 38th and 83th.
These two house numbers appear to be separated by more than fifty houses, at most a few hundred meters. But assassins are so keen, once they choose wrong. Seeing the guard cavalry hundreds of meters away, the other party promised to escape.
"Your mother!" "Damn ..."
After approaching the street, Bowes and Bernie suddenly found that the street turned in the middle, and No. 38 and No. 83 were separated on both sides, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of successive hunts.
"Divide troops." Bernie patted his forehead, but reluctantly suggested. "You and I each have a team to see who is lucky."
Bowes nodded and pulled out his big sword: "I chose 83, hey, I have a hunch that Mole must be there."
"A hunch again ..." Bernie squinted. Make a hand gesture: "Don't forget that you are just a warrior, not an astrological fortune teller!"
"Haha. It's hard to say, maybe I will do this when I get old."
"Oh, it must be Bran's worst fortune teller. Well, act in ten minutes!"
After that, Bernie led half of the cavalry through the right lane.
Bowes is not far from the 83 house, and without a lot of trouble, with a wave of his hand, the guard cavalry is slowly approaching the destination under the cover of the row of abandoned houses.
"Well, the last house at the end of the street is No. 103, this should be No. 100, rub, and there is a collapsed one, counting ... this is No. 90, oh, found it."
With lame calculations, after a few minutes, Bowes and his cavalry successfully found House 83, a fairly complete two-story attic.
Bowing his nose, Bowes grinned, "Haha, at first glance you know that there must be moles hiding here ... give me a ring, who dares to make a little noise, and I crush his leg."
The cavalry heard an excitement, nodded silently, and lay on the ground and surrounded them carefully.
Bowers has been in Mountain Creek for some time, and everyone knows his way of doing things, and he was completely different from the incumbent Demps. This kind of harsh words is not just talking.
Fortunately, after another few minutes, Bowes and his cavalry successfully surrounded the two-story attic.
"How long?" Powes whispered, watching the situation in the attic carefully.
"It's about two minutes, Master." A cavalry next to him looked at the hourglass in his hand, and gave an inaccurate but not much time.
Bowes licked his lips: "Explain, go on the crossbow and shoot me a round first."
"Yes!"
The crossbow is not a standard feature of the police, but the longbow is. However, after suffering this pain in Down's hands, whether in Riva City or the current Mountain Creek City, Bowes first came up with this kind of killer with short killing distance but short attack time.
In fact, according to the assassin's explanation, there was only one assassin who temporarily lived in it, and it should be able to solve the problem by surrounding it. However, in order to train his cavalry, Bowes decided to be a bit more troublesome.
Bowers squinted at the hourglass of fine sand falling from the hourglass, waved his hands, and yelled, "Attack!"
嗖, 嗖, 嗖 ...
Dozens of crossbows flew out, shot through the weak wooden doors and windows of the second-floor attic.
嗖, 嗖, 嗖 ...
The cavalry holding the crossbow was divided into two echelons. When the fast-mounted crossbow was fired in the previous round, the latter round followed quickly. Although there was a pause in the middle, this did not affect the coherence of the attack.
Bang, the attack still brought the effect, and a black figure beside the window on the second floor dropped several arrows.
"Haha ..." Yangtian laughed a long time, and Bowes rose from the hiding place, listening to the cross-bow sound from the street not far away, and laughed wildly. No mole has shot a hairy hair ... "
Bang bang ...
In the stuttering tone, in the eyes of Bowie's open mouth, the second-floor atrium trembled with tremors, and dozens of bangs sounded almost simultaneously. A series of dark shadows emerged from the Quartet, breaking through the wall and rushing towards the thin line of defense formed by the surrounding cavalry.
What's the situation, isn't there only one ... thoughts are fleeting, and Bowers quickly responded and yelled, "Give me around ..."
Before the words fell, Bowes closed his mouth automatically, his face pale.
The men in black were quite capable, and after rushing into the cavalry's line of defense, dozens of colorful fighting spirits lit up one after another. This is undoubtedly horrible, because it represents an equal number of combatants. However, it may be because of the instant attack and a little panic, so these men in black did not do more entanglement, and some of them broke away and quickly rushed out with injuries.
The guard cavalry side is mostly just ordinary strong men. It is very rare to be able to explode, and they can't stop these people. Without waiting for Bowes to rush forward to leave one, the other party has formed a comprehensive breakthrough. Although they can still be seen, the terrain here makes it impossible to round them up.
"I fuck!" Boom ...
Bowes threw out a red swordman, smashed a low wall, and stopped chasing, his face was gloomy and watery, and scarlet eyes were about to spit fire.
It happened too fast, originally thought it was to kill a mole, but unexpectedly it was a string. And after hurting a few people here, Powells can now only watch the other side run away, how can this not make him angry.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and Bowes undulated his chest, then turned and walked toward the shadow that had fallen earlier.
Night clothes, black face towel, standard thief, assassin dress.
He took off his towel rudely, stretched out his fingers and stopped for a few seconds before the person's nose. Then he touched his neck unconsciously, and finally Bowes retracted his arm and his face became more ugly.
"What are you doing, search me, search, search!"
In the fierce roar, the cavalry rushed into the second-floor attic, but found nothing except food, blood, and a sword.
Obviously, no one was killed except for the crossbow that was shot in the previous rounds, except for the unlucky guy who was standing too close to the window.
"This ... uh, what's going on?" Not far away, Bernie turned around the corner with a moaning middle-aged man, and then looked at the chaos here, startled.
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With the news on both sides, things naturally became clear.
Bernie threw the injured middle-aged man to the ground, and said a little depressingly: "Old Bao, this is the mole that was explained before, we have not been overcast. Well, it should be that you accidentally hit something ... so much Man, Mole meeting? "
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Bowers turned around and looked at the sword in his hand. After a moment of silence, he looked up and said, "It's strange ... they shouldn't be moles."
There is no real basis for inferences, but from the words of Bowes, who has worked with assassins for decades, it is almost a conclusion.
Bernie frowned, "Oh? Is it a bounty hunter?"
"Who knows?" Bowes straightened his back, took a deep breath, his right eye flashed coldly, and his sword was thrown out inadvertently: "No matter who ..."
"Ah ..." A short scream, the middle-aged man lying on the ground was nailed directly to the heart by the sword.
"Since I am in Bowie's eyes, I must stay!"
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