I Will Be The Crowned King

"We seem to be one step behind."

Looking at the door that was knocked open and the empty inquiries in front of him, Bronne, who narrowed his eyes, stared coldly at the gang leader beside him, his expression extremely ugly:

"Aren't you going to explain to yourself this situation that shouldn't have happened, Your Excellency Wissam?"

Wearing an exquisite striped coat and a round top hat, the sturdy middle-aged man called "Weissam" by Bloane seemed to be indifferent to this undisguised question, and the corners of his mouth, biting his pipe, grinned upwards, revealing a half-twisted mouth. Ugly yellow teeth:

"Explain? There's nothing to explain, little gentleman; you see, we didn't dare to neglect the order of the 'Black Mage' for a minute, and we rushed this way with people - but there's no way, who told the guards The scum of the army is faster than us."

"It wasn't because I was afraid of the scum that delayed the time and fell behind them."

He spread his hands and smiled as sincerely as a peasant who was questioned by the landlord about the harvest:

"So...what do you want to do?"

Bloun didn't answer, his eyes narrowed into a gap with a gloomy expression, and he looked at the other party's smile quite playfully.

Outside the gate of the newspaper office, where more than 20 strong men were gathered, the empty streets could be heard silently dropping needles; a group of gangsters were either surprised or malicious, staring at this thin young man.

However, the young bachelor did not have any self-consciousness of being "surrounded by circles", and his provocative eyes glanced at the newspaper office building behind him inadvertently; at that moment, those icy blue eyes showed a flash of surprise.

In just the next second, the young bachelor's expression returned to its original state, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Search, search the entire newspaper building from beginning to end." Bloane, who had an indifferent expression, glanced at the gang leader beside him, and said in an orderly tone:

"The guards came in a hurry, and there must be a lot of important clues left that they haven't discovered."

"Find them, find them, even if it's just a few words about Draco Veltus; bring the clues together, and Lord Black Mage will give you the reward you've always dreamed of."

"real?!"

The shrewd middle-aged man was shocked, and his eyes showed obvious greed.

"Of course, Your Excellency Wissam." The indifferent Bronne smiled uncharacteristically at the other party, although it was an extremely stiff but slightly hideous smile:

"The Black Mage will never treat those who serve him loyally, and I always think that you are the most loyal gangster among the gangsters who serve for the Black Mage."

After finishing speaking, the young bachelor with his hands behind his back turned and walked towards the door. The gangsters gathered around unconsciously made way for him, watching him board the carriage, and the shadows of the Mercedes-Benz cars headed towards the inner city. .

Looking at the back of the carriage leaving, the gang leader who was still smiling just a moment ago, with cold killing intent in his eyes, spat on the ground in disdain.

"What kind of thing... It's even a dog raised by the black mage, and he dares to yell at people!"

"Boss, that..." The thug with a stick on the side approached cautiously, and asked Wissam tentatively:

"Are you still searching?"

"Search, why not?!" Wissam glared at him fiercely, raised the old-fashioned horn gun in his right hand, and kicked the door beside him:

"Scrape me the whole building up and down, as long as it's written on it, don't leave me with toilet paper!"

………………

Here they come.

Hearing the villain's self-conscious "slogan" downstairs, and the messy and heavy footsteps up the stairs, Anson, who was leaning against the window, frowned.

The black mage...my beloved Professor Mace Hornard, as a tutor of the church college, he supports a group of gangsters. A history professor who engages in gang drug trafficking is by no means a qualified cult leader.

What really surprised Anson was Bloane's reaction.

Even the caster himself can discover the abnormality in this newspaper building. As a close friend of Mace Hornard, it is impossible for him to be ignorant, and to entrust such an important task to a gangster who knows that he absolutely does not trust it. , then leave decisively?

What is hiding in the attic on the top floor of the newspaper office?

Just when An Sen was thinking hard, outside the small dormitory door, the sound of messy and heavy footsteps was constantly approaching.

Sophia, who was squatting on the ground, stared at the door tremblingly, her trembling hands tightly clutching her delicate and small revolver, so nervous that she almost suffocated.

"Snapped."

A hand gently pressed her shoulder from behind, and the terrified girl turned her head sharply, almost pulling the trigger.

"Don't be nervous." Anson lowered his voice and said:

"They just climbed up to the second floor, and it's still a while before they find a room so far inside... We're safe for the time being."

"Safety……"

The pale-faced girl looked at him in disbelief, gritted her teeth and said, "You really can keep calm anytime and anywhere, Anson Bach."

"Yes, because it's useless to be nervous."

Anson nodded, and that natural tone made Sophia, who was extremely nervous, want to shoot him:

"What shall we do now?"

"It's very simple, we'll wait here." Anson smiled.

"Wait?!"

Sophia's eyes widened: "There are more than 20 of them, and there are guns!"

"So what?" Anson asked instead.

"We're only two of us, are you crazy - or are we all crazy?!"

"This question sounds familiar...but you seem to have misunderstood." Anson waved his hand and took away the revolver that the girl held tightly in his hand:

"It doesn't matter how many people there are, because the two of us can't beat dozens of gangsters with guns anyway; so you just need to hide behind me and run when you can."

Ugh? !

The girl's eyes widened, and another unbelievable gleam flashed in her astonished eyes: "Anson Bach, you, are you going to sacrifice yourself to cover my departure?"

At that moment, Sophia's eyes showed a touch of emotion and shame... The crisis in front of her was completely a mistake caused by her distrust of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now she wants the other party to sacrifice herself, this is really...

"Sacrifice? No no no... You misunderstood again." An Sen almost laughed, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover and glanced:

"Well, eleven forty-five... It should be almost there."

"It's almost there?" Sophia looked at him inexplicably, and didn't even have time to be moved for a minute:

"What's coming?"

An Sen didn't answer immediately, he stood up with a pistol, walked to the door of the dormitory on his own, and raised his gun at the top of the door near the center.

Boom!

The fragile door was kicked open from the outside, and the gangster wielding a stick had not had time to get excited about his discovery when he saw a black muzzle on his forehead.

"The reinforcements are coming."

With a half-smiling expression, Anson lightly pulled the trigger.