I Will Be The Crowned King

"I said, who can tell me how this is done?!"

In the smoke so thick that it was impossible to see the silhouette, Wissam, who was hiding under the "bunker" composed of two corpses and the blown-up gate, shouted loudly, and the flintlock horn in his right hand kept shooting in the direction of the gate.

This old-fashioned "Flint Shotgun" has a deterrent effect comparable to a grenade in a narrow environment. Dozens of lead bullets spew out from the outwardly expanding muzzle, and it spreads in the hall like raindrops; Four or five trumpet guns shot from different directions in turn, smashing pieces of sparks on the walls and floor.

Under such uninterrupted "deterrence by fire", the guards, who maintained three columns, stopped their approaching steps outside the gate of the newspaper office after harvesting the last few unfortunate heads, and the soldiers began to move freely into the hall. shooting.

The lead bullets flew around in the gushing smoke, and the firepower was dense enough to smash a large living person into a sieve, so that the offensive and defensive sides formed a very short-lived and fragile "balance of terror".

It was short-lived because neither side had enough ammunition to fight for a day; it was fragile because the Guards did not intend to attack from the very beginning.

In order to save money, buildings like the newspaper office are designed to have two front and rear sides. The center of the building is cut with a load-bearing wall, so that one building can be used as two.

On the other hand, unless the gangsters have artillery or weapons that can blast walls, as long as they are blocked by the guards in the house, they will be a dead end.

"boom!"

A stray bullet passed through the hall, smashed a spark on the wall, got into the temple of a hapless man crouching behind the wall, and drilled through the entire brain from left to right, and the gushing blood left a long-like appearance on the wall. Pattern of horned demons.

"What a bunch of scum, I'm going to spit it out for dinner!"

The cursing Wissam raised his horn gun, pulled the trigger at the direction of the gate, and shouted: "Gentlemen of the guards, make a price!"

"We are also law-abiding citizens of the kingdom, and it is our honor to take the initiative to pay taxes!"

What answered him was a neat volley of volleys.

Damn, what a damn!

Wissam, who was so beaten that he didn't dare to show his head, lay under his brother's corpse, still swearing, his trembling tooth crown couldn't even bite his pipe, and he fell to the ground inadvertently. Burned a bad seam.

Damn it!

This group of scumbags of the guards who don't know what to do is going to drive them out here!

The head of the gangster with a numb scalp even forgot to pick up the pipe that had fallen on the ground. His trembling right hand was still instinctively reloading the horn gun in his hand, and the screams of his brother falling to the ground kept coming from his ears.

He also has a wife at home who, like himself, was driven out by the landlord and worked in the factory covered by him. You were only six or seven years old and had already learned to stick a matchbox, and went to a hotel four blocks away early in the morning to take out flowers. and newspaper daughter.

He has only just arrived in this city that the country folks call "heaven" for four or five years, he has just moved from a shack full of mud and stinky gutters to a cheap apartment, and he has just got a place close enough to Old Wall Street. The money for renting an apartment, I just learned that there are thousands of people in this city, living a good life that I could not have imagined before...

He doesn't want to die yet!

"Dang bang."

Just then, an inaudible voice fell from his burnt-out striped jacket.

It was a delicate transparent glass bottle with complicated patterns engraved on the sterling silver hoop at the mouth of the bottle, and a dark red primordial rune on the top of the cork; the dark green translucent liquid stood still in the bottle, flickering. with a faint glow.

The moment he saw it, the panic-stricken Wissam expression suddenly froze; in the pupils that flickered with a strange light and trembled, a figure wearing a monocle and a thin top hat was reflected.

………………

"Black Mage?"

In the middle of the street of Old Wall Street, a guard officer with a smirk on his back, with his hands behind his back, looked vigilantly at the three people who suddenly appeared:

"Sorry, but I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You don't need to understand, Your Excellency." The leader of the three stepped forward. He was a middle-aged man who was not very tall. He wore a three-cornered hat that was not common in the Clovis Kingdom and a leather black coat. Faces are hidden in shadows under towering collars:

"In fact, you don't need to know anything, you just need to know that you have to get out of the way immediately, take all your soldiers away, and pretend that you haven't been here today, let alone met us... that's enough."

Listening to the other party's seemingly polite but in fact unceremonious words, the face of the guard officer was extremely ugly.

"It's impossible." The guard officer said coldly:

"We have received information that this newspaper building contains important clues about the murder suspect of the Steel Sky, Draco Wilters - even with the authorization of the Privy Council, the entire building will be searched thoroughly by the Guards. No one is allowed to enter until it's over!"

"Don't forget... this is the Kingdom of Clovis, not the holy capital of the Church of Order, the three judges of the Inquisition!"

The roar of the guard officer made the middle-aged man at the head show a slightly surprised expression:

"You know us?"

"I have to wonder."

The guard officer lowered his head and spat: "As long as you guys show up anywhere, there will be nothing good."

As if the middle-aged man didn't hear what he said, he turned his head and glanced at the other two behind him, nodded tacitly with each other, and made the guard officer take a step forward:

"Hey, what are you doing? I said this place is already under the control of the Guards, you... ah!"

Before he could react, the middle-aged man slammed his elbow into his face, and the screaming officer fell to the ground, covering his face.

"Now that you know, I don't need to explain any more."

The voice sounded like a gentle middle-aged man who spoke softly, took out a revolver that was twice as long as a normal pistol from under the leather coat, and put the dark muzzle directly on the officer's forehead:

"One last repetition: take your soldiers away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter who asks you, pretend you haven't been here today, let alone met us."

"Trust me, some things are not known...it's a blessing."

The middle-aged man's voice was mixed with a helpless sigh.

at this time……

"boom--!!!!"

A loud noise without warning came from the lobby of the newspaper office, which was also mixed with exclamations of soldiers, continuous gunshots and some kind of beast-like roar.

"team leader."

The other judge standing behind the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, his soft voice mixed with a little anxiety: "We don't have time."

"Okay." The mild-mannered middle-aged man lowered his head, stared, and pulled the trigger of the revolver with deep regret:

"…I'm very sorry."