I Will Be The Crowned King

In the narrow and stinky carriage, Anson and Cole looked at each other, and exchanged their feelings with each other with slightly bewildered eyes.

The "cigar" sitting opposite the two had Erlang's legs crossed, looking cheerful as if his proposal of "black eating black" just now was just a joke.

After being silent for a minute, An Sen, who pretended to be indifferent, slowly raised his head and looked at "Cigar":

"why?"

"Because I don't want to die yet."

Deliberately made a very exaggerated "cigar" and leaned in front of An Sen, lowered his voice and whispered:

"This business, or all the previous 'businesses'... Although we did it together, in fact, the channel has always been held in the hands of 'rifling' and 'old pocket watch', and no one wants to fight The idea above."

"You may not know that our circle was first built by these two people. At that time there were about a dozen spellcasters; now..." He spread his hands:

"There are only five of us left."

Anson and Cole looked at each other quickly.

"Even this time, do you think you really betrayed us by whispering?" "Cigar" whispered and continued:

"This guy is almost the most timid among us. He has always been very obedient and never crossed the border... Why did he die inexplicably this time?"

"You mean..." An Sen frowned slightly:

"His death wasn't an accident?"

"Whispering is the leader of the largest slum in the outer city, and his eyes are everywhere in the outer city; so it is very likely that the two old **** were worried that their channels would be discovered by him, and simply took this opportunity to kill him."

"Cigar" nodded solemnly:

"All the spellcasters in the outer city know that compared with this kind of big business, those smuggling gambling and the like are just 'small games'; those two old **** relied on this channel, either bribed or killed directly. Those gangsters, gather all the spellcasters in their own hands!"

"So my good hydra brother, if you don't want to become the subordinate of those two old bastards, or get killed like a whisper... We have to unite and grab their channel!"

This sounds like a very reasonable explanation - of course, it doesn't rule out that he really just wants to be black, so he just made up a reason.

But this is a good opportunity.

If they can eat the black for the sake of profit, and they and their subordinates are still a group of recruits, they will be able to deal with this group of social scum more easily.

"What should I do?" Cole, who was beside him, asked for him.

"If we want to grab the channel from those two old bastards, we have to win over at least one of them."

"Cigar" was very satisfied with the reaction of the two:

"Although the two of them seem to be united, as far as I know, they are not actually a group - the channel to deal with those noble lords should be in the hands of the 'Old Pocket Watch'; but the 'Rifle' is a trade unionist,' The old pocket watch wants to recruit enough homeless people who dare to make trouble, but he can't get around him."

"Then who do we win over?" Anson, who pretended to be indifferent, looked at him and said.

"Both of them are drawn together, we have to let them bite the dog." The grinning "Cigar" said proudly:

"Only kill one of them, and the remaining one will quickly take over the other person's gang and contacts; only by killing both of them at the same time, can the remaining people have no choice, and we must rely on us to continue this business!"

It seems that this should not be because of his temporary intention, but has been planned for a long time... Anson nodded.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I have a perfect plan, but I've never had a chance -- until now."

Taking a deep breath, "Cigar"'s expression became serious: "First and foremost, we must separate these two people."

"When we start working, Rifling will definitely propose to keep one or two people to guard the carriage, and the others to go to the factory to move goods. At that time, we will each focus on one, and win the other party to cooperate with ourselves, creating a gap between the two. "

"We have to let each other know that another person has cooperated with us to further separate them."

"But that's not enough, because their interests are closely tied; so when we start carrying rifles, we have to let everyone into the factory, cause some commotion, and then take the opportunity to kill them both separately!"

At that moment, a wicked gleam flashed in the corner of the happy face of "Cigar".

Anson frowned slightly.

What can I say, this plan is a bit...

"Is it too simple?"

Cole couldn't help but said, "Even if we can bring two people into the factory, how can you make sure that the second person doesn't leave alive after killing the first person?"

"There's no guarantee."

The innocent-looking "Cigar" spread out his hands: "Since it's a big business, there's always a risk to take - as long as one person leaves the factory alive, we will all die. This is the biggest risk."

"So...do or not?!"

he asked excitedly.

………………

On the dark and empty street, more than a dozen carriages separated at a fork and scattered in five or six alleys in different directions; the crowd behind them, under the cover of shadows, swaggered towards the factory gate in the dark night. near.

Anson and Cole followed behind "Cigar" and got off the carriage, pretending to be leisurely and at the same time not forgetting to distance themselves from him - their current "personality" is a relatively indifferent, greedy but also towards the people around them. Veterans who remain vigilant do not initiate contact with others.

About five or six minutes later, the four people came to the gate of the factory with their deputy and cronies. There was no sign of carriages and homeless people on the empty street.

"The carriage and manpower are ready."

Seeing Anson and "Cigar" coming, "Rifle" holding his shoulders said solemnly to everyone:

"We are lucky. I have stepped on this Leiden Arms Factory before. They got off work two hours earlier than usual today, and there is no one in it now."

"What about the factory guard team?" An Sen asked coldly:

"This is an arms factory, so there aren't even a dozen security guards with guns, right?"

"Of course there is, but don't worry."

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" greeted Anson politely: "Because our dear brothers have already arranged everything, tonight's plan will go very smoothly."

Everyone's eyes turned to the middle-aged man wearing a black soft hat.

"Rifle" who raised the brim of his hat nodded silently:

"I told that group of people this morning that I would bring a group of people here to do some 'small business', and promised them ten gold coins, plus one case of cigarettes and three cases of wine to be sealed."

"So I have to have someone come with me later, and by the way, go to inspect the goods and see if the junk that is holding the stock can still be used."

As he said, his eyes hidden under the brim of his hat swept to Anson silently.

"I'll go with you, and my brother Cole." Anson, who understood it, said coldly:

"Everyone here, no one should know better than the two of us."

When the words fell, Anson and the "Cigar" next to him quickly looked at each other and understood each other.

"Rifle" nodded lightly, and "Cigar", who was smiling all over his face, also raised his hands: "I have no objection, not to mention that this was originally the idea of ​​our good brother Hydra!"

"Very good, that's the decision."

The "Old Pocket Watch" with folded hands looked at everyone:

"Rifle and Hydra took care of the convoy and inspected the goods by the way; the rest followed me and the cigars, leaving a few to follow on the streets, and the rest were responsible for transportation and loading."

"As long as all the carriages are full, leave immediately, and all of them will be whispered..."

The "Old Pocket Watch" that suddenly realized something stopped abruptly, and showed an apologetic smile: "Sorry, it's all gathered at the 'Rifle' site and sent to the union's underground warehouse, can you hear it?"

A group of people nodded tacitly, and the gathered crowd quickly dispersed.

Anson and Cole followed Rifle left and right, and walked towards the factory gate with a dozen gangsters holding wooden boxes; as the crowd approached, the outline of the factory in the distance in the dark gradually became clearer .

Soon, the security guards outside the factory gate immediately noticed their presence; they all hung their rifles on their shoulders and walked towards them with kerosene lamps.

"Rifle", who was smoking a pipe, raised his right hand, and the gangsters behind him immediately stopped.

"Hehe...you guys are lucky!"

A guy who looked like a captain stepped forward and patted "Rifle" on the shoulder with a smile on his face like an old friend: "Today, a machine in the factory broke down, and no one can repair it, and the vampire of the foreman turned out to be He actually quit work early!"

"I guess it's probably because the workers' riot in the factory recently frightened this group of people. If it were changed to the past, the kid who broke the machine would have to be beaten to death..."

Looking at the captain who kept babbling, "Rifle" squeezed out a smile under the brim of his hat, beckoned to the people behind him, and the gangsters carrying wooden boxes walked towards the factory guard team.

Smelling the smell of alcohol and tobacco in the air, the captain and the security guards of the plant protection team all smiled.

The next second, the thugs opened the box in front of everyone; taking advantage of the excitement of the security guards, they pulled out a revolver from a pile of wine bottles and tobacco boxes in the wooden box.

"boom--!!!!"

In an instant, countless gunshots rang out in the empty streets; the security guards, who didn't even realize what happened, were blasted one by one in the head.

The gushing plasma, along with the transparent liquid spilled from the broken wine bottle, flowed recklessly on the floor together, and the icy air exuded an intoxicating aroma.

The sudden sound of gunfire caused the captain's expression to change in shock. In response, he held down the revolver that "Rifle" took out from his arms, and patted his shoulder with his right hand, and stretched towards "Rifle"'s neck:

"you this……"

"boom!"

The moment the gunshots sounded, the words froze in the captain's mouth.

Shrinking pupils stared at the gunshot between the captain's eyebrows, "Rifle" turned his head, and An Sen, who was indifferent behind him, still kept his shooting posture, the dark muzzle of which was emitting blue smoke.

"Next time, please hurry up."

"Rifle" frowned slightly: "I was almost strangled by him!"

"Then you should give me a signal in advance." Anson put away his gun with a pretense of indifference:

"We are just a cooperative relationship, and there is no obligation to guess what you are thinking."

The bad-faced "Rifle" and Anson looked at each other for a few seconds, then nodded:

"No problem, let's go."

"Okay."

Just as the two were talking, the gangsters had completely dealt with all the security guards outside the gate; the big hands skillfully picked up the dead bodies, and after stripping away the valuable bits and pieces from them, they placed them neatly. on the side of the street.

In two or three minutes, apart from the smell of blood and alcohol, there was no trace of fighting and gunfights on the streets.

With the sound of a few buckshots and the door lock colliding, the heavy factory door was opened with the sound of a "squeaky" door shaft, and the gangsters with spring breezes carried their tools and filed in.

In the dark factory building, flashes of fire continued to light up, mixed with screams of gunfire echoing in the open environment; the security guards stationed inside were killed one by one.

The thugs skillfully walked through the darkness, approaching their respective goals silently; almost all of the "Rifle" men were born in trade unions.

A security guard who heard the gunshots stood up in shock, and before he could pick up the rifle at his feet, the guy who had touched his back smashed the back of his head.

Throwing away the blood-stained hammer in his hand, the thug skillfully picked up the rifle on the ground; the companion next to him immediately walked away tacitly, and deliberately made a loud noise.

After a few seconds, a figure with a gun in his hands jumped out of the machine tremblingly, and was pushed against his temple by the rifle.

"boom!"

The sudden light of the fire reflected a security guard who was running away quietly. With a cry of exclamation, he immediately got up from the ground and ran wildly in the direction of the factory gate amid the countless gunshots.

Amid the shrill screams ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the **** security guard fell to the ground, dragged his broken body forcibly and crawled for a few meters, and finally swallowed his breath when he was about to hit the edge of the gate.

"Sweep the whole factory, don't let anyone escape alive, come with me again!"

Stepping over the twitching corpse on the ground, Rifle gave the order and walked towards the warehouse, followed by Anson and Cole who looked at each other.

The group came to the door of the warehouse, and the indifferent "rifle" didn't wait to get close, and shot the guard outside the door first; the familiar took out a bunch of keys from the corpse, turned to look at Anson and Cole, and he brought 's cronies.

"That's it. When the Hydra and I go in to inspect the goods, you two will watch outside."

The four of them didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Boom!"

The door to the warehouse opened.

Anson and Rifle walked into the door with a kerosene lamp, and slowly stepped in by the dim light.

The dark warehouse...it's empty inside.

Um? !

A slightly different surprise flashed across their faces at the same time.

"Crack!"

The sound of the hammer clattering sounded, and the stunned two were simultaneously aimed at their heads by each other's bullet holes.

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