The golden shuttle penetrated the villain's chest, and blood sputtered with the grooves on both sides. The villain's drunkard was running towards the door of the tavern, his body softened and hit the dining table.

The dining table was greasy, dirty dishes and a few meat bones were thrown on it. As the impact hit, the dining table fell, debris scattered, and the ground became even more messy.

The tavern was quiet, and the bodies of all directions fell down in various twisted postures. The blood overshadowed any other smell and became stronger.

The sticky blood gathered and dripped from the blade, leaving a bloodline on the ground. The bulky iron boots moved among the corpses, kicking away the improper objects from time to time to check whether there was still a living mouth.

The smoky "Moldova" tavern has always been a gathering of snakes and rats. From bartenders to waiters to customers, no good person will appear here. When the magic of "detecting evil" comes, red lights lit up on everyone's forehead.

In just one or two minutes, a massacre came. The strong bartender fell on the bar, and the machete in his hand was weak. The villain drunkard grabbed the table and chairs at his hand and fought stubbornly, but his body and head were cut apart.

The famous ruffian Harry just came in and was attacked before he had no time to take a sip of wine. He tried to identify the identity of the attacker and attacked him, but he did not even escape and was cut in half.

Once a person dies, the red light disappears.

The wine flowed out of the broken bottle and fell to the ground drippingly, making it even quieter in the claustrophobic environment. The heavy iron boots walked a few steps and a call came out, "Check if there are any items worth taking away."

The villains in the tavern may not be of high level, but they have extremely rich experience in melee fighting. Being able to solve these people in a short time can only say that the attacker has the advantage of crushing combat skills.

Powell was still at the back door of the tavern, staring at the two pieces of the ruffian Harry's body, and his heart stopped in shock. He forced himself to hold his breath, trying not to make any noise, and tore open the invisible scroll in his pocket to save his life.

Waiting for his figure to gradually disappear, a sound of flapping his wings came from the back door. It seemed that a careless little guy also flew out invisibly, glanced around and shouted "It smells so smelly", and then went back.

Powell didn't know whether he should be glad he had lost his luck. The back door has always been used as an open-air toilet by alcoholics. The long-lasting urination and drowning made the place smell so bad, which obviously caused the invisible little guy to run away.

After holding my breath for a while, a sound of "Let's go, go to the next place. It's raining, we'll be very busy tonight." He quickly left with heavy steps.

Powell did not dare to stop anymore, and rolled and crawled away from the alley outside the back door. Back on the main road of the city, it was dark and the soldiers guarding the intersection were about to execute a curfew. He took out the ID of the Supervision Office and asked the soldiers...

"Who passed by this just now?"

The soldier glanced at the document with the magic mark, stood attentively and replied seriously: "Report to your Excellency, a carriage passed by just now."

"What kind of carriage?"

"Uh..., a very ordinary carriage."

"It's going in that direction?"

“It turned to the east of the Craftsman District.”

Powell's heart thumped and chased him in the direction guided by the soldiers. He wanted to know who was so bold and arbitrary, and he was fighting in the cold wind city before dark. There was a vague guess in his heart that he needed to confirm.

Chasing from the west to the east of the Craftsman District, it could not be traced anymore. The carriage entered the interior of the Craftsman District, and the houses built randomly and complicated roads became obstacles to tracking. The certificates of the Supervision Department were not easy to use in the Craftsman District.

Powell had to take out a few copper coins and ask the homeless man who was wandering around if he saw a carriage. The homeless man said he had seen it, and then he showed the way randomly. Anyway, he could get the money after pointing the way.

After wandering around the craftsman area for a long time, Powell suddenly heard someone shouting "It's on fire." The craftsman area is dense and afraid of fire. People crawled out of the sank like ants, carrying buckets to put out the fire.

But when people see clearly where the fire is on, they can't watch them all, and even gloat. The fire is on fire. It is a two-story building that is deliberately separated from the surrounding shacks. Although the fire in the building is large, it cannot spread.

Powell squeezed through the crowd and recognized at first glance that the building that caught fire was a gang den in the Craftsman District. Dozens of brave and fierce villains formed the "Gray Squirrel Gang". They colluded with tax collectors in the city, specifically bullying the market, forcing them to buy and sell forcing them.

If there is any disobedience, the villains' methods are extremely cruel. Pulling their tongues and digging their eyes and cutting people's heads is too ordinary, and they can do anything to publicly punish them when making trouble. This den is also the offline of the Supervision Department.

But now, there are flames in the den. From time to time, people scream and escape, rolling all over the ground like a fireman, calling for help. But no matter how they roll, the flames cannot be eliminated like a gangrene attached to the bone.

In just over a dozen seconds, the person on fire will fall to the ground and no movement, allowing the flames to burn through the flesh until a big hole is burned in the corpse. The unextinguishable flame is too scary and will surely die as long as it is touched.

The crowd of onlookers retreated continuously. With the light of fire, Powell recognized several people who escaped from the sea of ​​fire.

Among them is the leader of the "Grey Squirrel Gang" in the Craftsman District, a powerful and powerful background who dares to hang the sheriff on the city gate and threatens the city inspection office to release the arrested accomplices.

But the number one person who "stops the child crying at night" fell in a stinking ditch like a dead dog. There was a thick black colloid burning on his back. He soaked himself in water and could not extinguish the hot flame until he was burned to death.

It was not only Powell who saw this scene clearly. The people around him were even more surprised and whispered to each other.

"The boss of the Grey Squirrel is dead, the Grey Squirrel is finished."

"Didn't it mean that the Grey Squirrel Gang has anything to do with the city's Supervision Office?"

"Who is so powerful? Are you not afraid of the nobles in the city taking revenge?"

The fire quickly burned the entire gang den to the sky. The inspection office in the city was worried that the fire would spread and finally sent people to put out the fire. The whistle of the inspector, the shouts of the firefighters, the shouts of the officials, and the onlookers quickly dispersed.

In the messy crowd, Powell recognized a man who was sneaking along the shadows of the street corner. He stepped forward and grabbed the other party, and asked viciously: "Who attacked you?"

The one who sneaked was a thief, the remnant of the Grey Squirrel, who should have been as lucky as Powell, so he saved his life. He turned around and looked at Powell and said in a panic: "It's a guy wearing a mask. He suddenly broke in and killed everyone he saw.

We were no match for a dozen of us siege. He kept throwing a terrible fire-driving bomb, and the bursting flames could not be extinguished. He killed two of the leaders and escaped. The rest were unknown."

Powell asked again: "How did you provoke such an enemy? Didn't the attacker say who he is?"

The stealth thieves were about to cry, "We have too many enemies in the Grey Squirrel. God knows who came to the door? Before our boss died, we also asked who the attacker was, but we only heard the other party say something inexplicable."

"What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!