Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 57 57. Amateur Assassination

Lan En shook off the blood drops on the Bear School steel sword, wiped it clean with a rag and put it back into the scabbard behind his back.

The ground was littered with corpses, just like the first small camp he traced through scent.

 “This is the fourth one. It should be enough.”

 The young witcher muttered to himself.

 The Mentos in his mind confirmed his estimate.

“A 73% chance, sir. That’s big enough.”

“In the final analysis, they set up sentries on a two-day shift basis. In order to avoid people’s eyes and ears, they cannot use smoke warning. This cannot achieve the effect of quickly transmitting information. It is just interception and warning.”

“Clearing the four sentry posts is enough to ensure the smooth flow of this passage.”

 After speaking, Mentos added something rigorously.

“Of course, this probability only takes effect after you actually successfully save someone. And as you are injured and affect the efficiency of your actions, this probability will drop off a cliff.”

“I understand, but you also know that this kind of thing doesn’t scare me.”

The dense forest rustled, and amid the swaying of the branches and leaves, the footsteps of the witcher sounded, and his back slowly disappeared into the shadow of the trees again.

 All the way downhill.

Relying on the information obtained through interrogation at the four sentry posts, Lan En already had a rough understanding of their base camp, the secret port.

The standing number ranges from forty to fifty people, some of whom are members of the cannibal group, but some are unknown to the cannibals.

According to them, “This is a buyer found by the ‘Head Eater’. The business is very big, so it is normal for them to send a group of people to follow them.”

Thinking of this, Lan En sneered.

 The cannibals must have lost their minds to believe this.

  Most of the cannibals who are the main force in the business are sent to outlying posts, and a small number are only allowed to return to the port when they take a break.

 This is called "sending people to follow"? This is basically treating cannibals as wage earners!

  But for the witcher, these are not the most important things.

 Child trafficking, cannibalism. Either one deserves death.

Lan En's traveling speed was planned, and he followed the enemy's confession and arrived at the base camp just when the sky was getting dark.

The peripheral defense here was not as complete as imagined, which allowed Lan En to hunch down and look through the trees at some scenes in the camp.

 Presumably, they have set up many sentries around the perimeter.

Human resources are also precious resources. It is outrageous that a criminal gang with hundreds of people can exist in Willen.

 The resources of an organization are limited, and it is normal to consider one thing at the expense of another and weigh the pros and cons.

“The situation is far more optimistic than expected. Mentos, it seems that the two of us don’t have to fight anymore.”

The pair of amber cat eyes turned intelligently.

 The area of ​​the camp is not large, about 300 square meters.

 A small port was built towards the sea, where several small boats that could swim in the shoals were docked.

It is estimated that the way they transport goods is to load the goods on small boats at the port, and then arrange for large ships to pick up the goods in distant deep water areas.

In the camp, most of the armed personnel live in simple tents. The living quarters are crescent-shaped and half-enclosed in a dark wooden cage-like prison.

  There is the largest tent in the middle of the crescent moon, which should be the position of the leader.

 They did not care about the lighting of the prison area, because the prison area was not surrounded by the sea on the other side.

And before civilization developed electric lights, light at night had always been a luxury.

 Candles, lamp oil, firewood. These inconspicuous things are all bright money!

Whether it was Zhinao or Lan En, they seemed to have forgotten this matter in their nervousness.

So in the eyes of a modern man like Lan En, not only was the prison area dark, but even the accommodation area for the armed personnel could only be called "dark."

Several fixed fires and a dozen or so patrol personnel each holding a torch, this is all the lighting measures.

 Darkness is the demon hunter’s advantage.

Mentos suddenly relaxed as soon as he saw the camp.

 It’s so dark in here. It’s just great!

At least the subject doesn’t have to fight so hard now.

"The rescue success rate has increased by 30%, sir. But I think you should still secretly eliminate more than one-third of the armed personnel in this camp to be safe." Damn it, you bastards! Do you know that when I looked at that mood graph, I felt the same as looking at the fuse of a bomb? !

 Let me die in peace!

 There is no doubt that biological brains can learn swear words.

  It’s just that according to the People’s Federation Education Law, they cannot be stated verbally during communication with children.

Lan En could hear a little excitement in Mentos's intelligent voice.

But he himself felt the same. The target he wanted to rescue was in that dark prison area. He was very close now.

 He took off the silver sword behind him and placed it on the ground.

Tightened the scattered iron buckles on the body again, so that the armor and scattered equipment would not jingle due to movement.

 Finally, Lan En took out a bottle of potion from the alchemical leather bag.

 The overall texture is translucent milky white, but there seems to be a black sticky sediment at the very bottom.

 Poison [Cat], giving the witcher low-light vision.

The witcher has a pair of cat eyes, but under normal circumstances it only increases observation ability. Only by drinking the magic potion can one temporarily gain super-sensitive vision.

“Huh-I didn’t expect that apart from the grass trial, the first potion that enters the body would be this.”

Lan En exhaled lightly, then raised his head to drink from the bottle with the mouth of the bottle facing his upper lip.

The strange feeling of the potion entering the body was strange and familiar. Lan En's mouth twitched slightly, and the pain caused by the poison was endured.

 From under the collar of the armor, the black poison, or medicinal power, spread all the way from the blood vessels to the face.

 Finally, near the eye socket, this dense point of blood vessels converges.

Lann's face is pale now, his eye sockets are dark, and he looks more like a monster that should be hunted by him.

This is because the potion you drank is not very toxic, and even your eyeballs will turn pure black.

This face after taking drugs can also be regarded as a major reason why demon hunters are discriminated against.

 He took out his hunting knife from his waist, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and spread it on the blade and his steel arm guard.

 This is one of the few exposed reflective spots on his body.

 “Here we go, Mentos!”

Lan En bent over and approached the secret port. The thick armor made him look like a tiptoeing black bear.

If anyone has actually used a torch at night without auxiliary lighting, they will understand that this thing is really weak as a light source.

A patrolman followed the route and walked to the outskirts of the camp. He stretched out his torch and glanced around before preparing to change places.

Lan En was less than ten meters in front of him, watching quietly as the man turned around.

 He could even see the oil reflected from the guy's hair.

The witcher's physical fitness is stronger than the normal level, allowing Lan En to walk faster than ordinary people even if he is hunched over.

Hands stretched out from the darkness, and arrogantly covered the patrolman's mouth and nose from behind, pulled him over, and cut his throat with a "stab" sound.

 Just like the killer in the movie.

 Lan En thought so.

  But there are also "points" that are different.

 The struggling human beings seem to have unleashed greater strength in the first few seconds of their dying state.

 His body began to instinctively resist, scratch, and twitch.

Lan En even had to wrap his hands around his hands and tie his legs around his legs to prevent him from making too many movements.

The hand holding the torch was held directly by the demon hunter to prevent the torch from shaking.

 Slitting the throat cannot cause death immediately. Lan En has not paid attention to this problem before.

 Because he is more proficient in head-on sword fighting. He can cut his throat and then stab his chest and behead him without dying. It only takes half a second.

But during the assassination, the half-minute-long struggle after cutting his throat left Lan En's cotton armor coat more than half wet with blood.

 He had cleared four camps before, and the enemy did not even touch him during the battle.

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