Without even humming, the black man with the black knife fell down and lost his breath.
The man with the black knife immediately cursed.
Boom!
There was another gunshot, two shots fired at the same time, and the two bullets shot in the direction where Garen was dodging on both sides, and he was not allowed to dodge at all.
bang bang! !
Two more wine bottles behind Garen burst, and no one could see how he dodged.
"Damn!" The face of the leader of the black knife changed slightly, as if thinking of a possible group, he quickly nodded to his companion on the right.
That's what it means to be cruel.
In an instant, a little red light suddenly lit up.
Boom! !
Around the entire bar, around the center of Garen, four groups of bright red flames suddenly exploded.
The leader of the black knife flew out suddenly, and the two guns in his hands fired wildly like raindrops. At the same time, he is extremely qualified to make complex and subtle evasive gestures.
The sound of a large group of people gathering could be faintly heard outside the bar, and it was unclear whether it was people of primary color or people from other forces.
"Is there anything else interesting?" Garen's voice suddenly came from behind him.
The leader of the black knife was shocked, rolled forward, and rushed directly into the sea of flames, even if he shot two backhands, he didn't even look at it. He flew up with a stride, and passed through the black cloth-covered glass windows of the Pu bar.
With a crash, he rolled onto the street a few times before turning over.
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a little scarlet blood faintly emerging from the center of the white shirt on his body.
The blood color became thicker and bigger, and spread rapidly towards all sides.
"When?" He opened his eyes wide and tried to remember, but he couldn't think of when he was shot. Severe pain and a suffocating feeling that his lungs could not breathe quickly spread. He staggered to hold on to the lamp post, and his eyes soon began to faintly darken.
When he finally fell to the ground, he vaguely saw Garen walking out of the bar carrying a person. The whole bar was on fire, and no one inside came out.
As soon as Garen walked out, he saw a large number of people rushing towards him. Some were holding knives and some were holding guns, and the scene was a bit chaotic.
He looked back at the bar with a man in his hand, changed his footsteps a few times, and turned quickly to the side of the bar. A little black boy looked at him blankly, standing in the alley at a loss.
Garen carried the blood-stained man, smiled at him, and walked towards the back of the bar.
The large group of people in the alley behind him seemed to have never seen him at all, and the situation of turning a blind eye to him was extremely strange.
Crossing the alley, a bald man with a bloody arm was waiting behind with two people, and they were driving two cars.
"Boss." The bald head bowed his head respectfully, and the other two followed suit.
"Talk to this person. This guy is Vincent's representative. I let him escape on behalf of the original color. You can contact him later." Garen threw the person in his hand to the ground.
He noticed people from a distance around him watching them.
"Get in the car and get out of here."
"Boss, the people inside...?" The bald man swallowed his saliva and looked at the burning bar.
"Isn't it in front of you?" Garen replied casually.
The meaning is obvious, the only remaining person, the old man who is out of his original color, is represented by Vincent who was caught in front of him.
The bald head was a little frightening. The black knife mercenary group, which was only a little weaker than their Nighthawks, actually didn't last even a minute under the boss's hands, and they were completely dead. this means
"Get in the car." He didn't think about it anymore, turned around and got into the car with the man.
The two white cars accelerated slowly, one in front of the other, and drove away from the back of the bar.
On the other side, half of a black face slowly appeared at the entrance of an alley.
The black man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, he didn't even dare to take a big breath, he could only hold his breath tightly.
"Three minutes and twelve seconds," he said in a bitter voice.
There were several other reps in the alley who didn't make it into the bar at all.
The girl dressed as an office worker turned pale, and unconsciously clenched and loosened her hands, clenched and loosened them again.
"It's a good thing we didn't go in." The man wearing glasses said in a deep voice. "Let's notify the bosses of each family now."
The rest of the people nodded one after another, and no one wanted to face the ordinary-looking blond young man.
That guy is like walking in a picnic, going into a bar, and the bullets are flying everywhere, exploding everywhere, and he walks out without any damage or clothes.
"Where's Leiber?"
"The only answer to the deciphering mystery is in the hands of Cohen, and he is still tracking Cohen." The girl whispered. "Things are beyond our control. Hei Dao's people are dead. Nighthawk's strength is far beyond our imagination. I suggest to inform Vincent's big boss."
"Have you found out about that person before?" Someone asked.
"I'm just excluding the movements and whereabouts of famous people in the surrounding world, but if this person appears suddenly, then there's nothing I can do." The girl shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. That person is just an ordinary person. According to the rules, they cannot interfere with the order of the normal world at will." Glasses whispered.
"Shouldn't the waist be withdrawn?" The black man wiped the sweat from his face. "We don't need to risk our own life for an illusory legend. Report the timing and let the higher-ups send someone over to deal with it."
Several other people exchanged glances, and they all saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
It is indeed possible to report, but this also means that all their previous efforts and losses have been in vain, and being dismissed from their posts is still a light punishment.
"I'm afraid I don't need it," the OL girl said suddenly.
"The latest news is that Koenna and Leibo have chased into a remote village. There is an ancient force entrenched in that village. The secret of the lucky stone clock seems to have aroused their interest."
"what happened?"
"I don't know. But it's a good thing anyway. It seems that the secret of the lucky stone clock may have finally attracted some people's attention."
"I heard that as an archaeologist, Kohenna knows many mysterious people. The village he ran to this time may be where his friend is." Eyes frowned.
"I think it's best for us not to intervene, and wait for them to decide the outcome." The girl smiled wryly. "The situation is getting more and more complicated, and there are more and more forces involved."
The rest of the people nodded.
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In the pitch-black darkness, an old man with an old complexion gently lit a yellow oil lamp, and the hazy yellow light slowly illuminated the scene inside the wooden house.
The round windows have cross-shaped wooden slats, and a little moonlight shines in from outside.
The old man looked back at the bed in the wooden house, and there was a black figure lying there.
It was a man, wearing a black leather jacket, his body was tattered, with wounds and bloodstains everywhere, especially on his face, which was almost disfigured. However, through the scars, Zeng could still tell that he was originally a middle-aged man with good looks.
"Well" the man woke up from the bed. "How long have I been asleep? Rosedam."
"Not long, about five hours or so." The old man turned his head and smiled, his wrinkled face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Okay, Chrysanthemum asked, why do I think of this plant every time I see you?" The man rubbed his head and smiled wryly, "It seems that your situation is not very good. "
"Just a little better than you." The old man shook his head, picked up the oil lamp and walked to the bed. "I told you, don't come to me until the last moment. Because I may not only be unable to help you, but may also bring you greater danger."
"Of course I remember." The man smiled wryly, "But I really can't do anything now, and I have nowhere to go." He buried his head deeply, grabbed his hair with both hands, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"It seems that you are indeed very bad." The old man shook his head helplessly, "My friend, my situation is not much better than yours. If you don't mind, then stay with me."
"I hope you can give me some enlightenment." The man looked up with a hint of expectation.
"It's useless." The old man shook his head, "A powerful force surrounds me, and I can't use enlightenment." He looked at the man, "Korn, you will understand soon, whether enlightenment appears or not, the result Nothing can be changed."
"Are we seeing fixed results?" Kohenna asked.
"It's not fixed, but inevitable. It's a positive inference obtained by collecting information from nature. You have to understand that there is no accident in this world. The so-called accident is just the final result of the inevitable connection of martial arts." Old man Rossdam Said with a wrinkled face.
"Anyway, I'm relying on you. I have nowhere to go." Cohen was silent for a while, but still said with a smile.
"Is Liv dead?" The old man looked into his eyes and found that he was running away, avoiding his sight. "Not just Liv, but Corella, Byrne."
There was a dead silence.
"It seems that your situation can't be worse. Then come with me." The old man shook his head, "It's just a peaceful death, sometimes it's a good result."
"What are you talking about?" Cohen asked.
"Nothing." Rothdam put down the oil lamp, took out a vial full of fireflies, and carefully poured the fireflies into an earthen jar.
The strange thing is that the fireflies in the earthen jar flickered, but they didn't know to fly away at all.
He picked up the stone pestle and began to grind the fireflies finely, and sprinkled a little powder into it from time to time.
"What are you doing?" Kohenna noticed his strange behavior.
Rosdam smiled mysteriously, but did not answer.
Cohen got up from the bed in a slumber, picked up a bowl of mushy yellow stuff next to him, and drank it in one gulp.
How long he had been hunted down by Leiber, he couldn't remember clearly, the two had experienced countless hardships in the wilderness, fighting each other, the hatred had already condensed so hard that it could not be broken down. Of the two of them, one is doomed to die.
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(end of this chapter)