In an instant, the sudden "army" strangled the exits at both ends of the alley, raising their weapons with ferocious killing intent.
"Look who we caught? Two big fish! The Sicilian sissy young master, and the sneaky professor!"
The short man at the head laughed loudly. He was carrying a heavy flame-shaped sword, his face was covered by a horned helmet, and his voice was hoarse and cold.
"'Dwarf' Werner?"
Lorenzo finally understood who was coming... These guys were not an army, or in other words, they were no longer an army.
They are Asgardians!
This group of born pirates, madmen who knew nothing but killing, wandered around the world after the disarmament of their motherland, making a living from the edge of the knife, and were famous for their ruthless hands and their refusal to survive.
Under the leadership of their original leader Warner, a group of lunatics landed in Avalon and became one of the cancers in the lower city.
"Yes, it's me."
Werner laughed: "The professor is right, none of you can leave here today."
Lorenzo was bewildered.
He had always known that these guys were crazy, but he didn't expect them to be so crazy. There are so many weapons hidden! This equipment is enough to attack Scotland Yard's headquarters! Where do they think Avalon is!
"Are you crazy!"
His face was twisted and his tone was almost deafening: "Scotland Yard will never make it easy for you!"
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. We spent some money and the guards will pretend not to see it."
Werner stroked his epee, the guy he was eating:
"Don't forget, Asgardians never leave their 'cutlery'. Now it's time to eat. Do you Sicilian sissies have anything else to say?"
Lorenzo laughed angrily: "Do you think you can eat us with these seventy tin cans?"
"My good boys will tell you the result."
Warner smiled crazily, his eyes bloodshot. The war dog that resided on his body had awakened, filled with desire for corpses and blood, and raised the flaming sword high.
"Have your sweet dream!" Lorenzo looked livid as he drew out his staff and sword. Behind him, the Sicilian thugs were ready to fight to the death.
But in the tense and tragic atmosphere, a hoarse and mocking voice sounded.
That's the professor standing in the center.
It was clear that he would be chopped into pieces by people on both sides in the next moment, but he had no fear, and there was a hint of ridicule in his voice:
"Everyone, if I were you, I wouldn't be so impatient. After all... the friends on the roof haven't spoken yet."
As soon as he said this, the whole place fell silent.
"roof?"
Warner and Lorenzo reflexively raised their heads and looked at the high walls on both sides. There, there was a scalp-numbing sound... It was the sound of bowstrings being tightened, so dense!
As a result, everyone's bodies became tense.
Even Werner, who was hiding under the tin can, was sluggish, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.
"Fuck!" he couldn't help but whisper.
They could almost imagine the crossbow being slowly pulled open on the roof.
While looking up, thin figures appeared from the roof one by one, with open crossbows aimed at the "guests" at their feet.
There are a total of sixteen military crossbows, which are well maintained and exude the pungent smell of maintenance oil. Such a crossbow is so commanding at such a distance that it can penetrate even iron armor. Sixteen pictures, although few, are enough to turn all of them into hedgehogs!
"Oh, have you been discovered?"
On the roof, a stooped and short figure hid his body behind a large shield, carefully revealed half of his face, opened his mouth to the professor, and smiled:
"Mr. Professor, I didn't expect you to have a dog nose."
"Rat can?"
Werner and Lorenz finally understood the identity of the visitor. They did not expect that this group of bastards who did dirty work for the nobles would also want to wade into this muddy water!
Appearing on the scene at this moment is the biggest smuggler in the entire Avalon, a lackey of the nobles, and the leader of the Rat Society - the Rat King: Sam Rowe.
"Despicable! Absolutely despicable!"
Lorenzo was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Sam Rowe, do you still know your shame!"
"Oh, young master, what are you talking about!"
The man named Sam Rowe seemed a little aggrieved. He waved his crossbow indignantly: "You are all heroes who dare to fight, but we, the Rat Club, live on the crumbs of the big shots. Poor people! If we face you head-on, we will definitely die, okay? I have no choice but to run to a higher place."
He paused, shook the gadget in his hand, and smiled happily: "As for this thing is only for self-defense, please don't care. Just pretend that I don't exist, everyone continues, everyone continues..."
In the alley, everyone was silent and already looking for a way out.
Professor Viper, Eagle of Palermo, Dwarf Dog, Rat King...
In such an awkward and strange atmosphere, the leaders of various forces in Xiacheng District gathered together for the first time in a long time.
The situation is tense.
…
"Mr. Luo, there is one thing I want to remind you."
Faced with the Mouse King's ridicule, the professor just shrugged: "Do you think we are really stupid enough to fight on the spot and let you reap the benefits?"
"Oh, how could you miss me so much? I'm a pacifist. I hate fighting and killing. I'm the most annoying!"
The Rat King rolled his eyes: "Aren't we all here for the same purpose? I have a suggestion, why don't you all listen to it?"
Lorenzo and Werner looked at each other and squeezed out a word through their teeth.
"explain!"
"Look, we all came here because of that little bastard from the East, so there is room for negotiation. You want something from that brat, but we are different. Arthur's treasure is too ethereal. As long as we can see it Something tangible."
Lorenzo asked coldly, "What do you mean?"
"It's simple, we want his life."
The Rat King Lao Luo grinned, "The Rossi family lost an important heir in his body. In order to get rid of him, they paid us a large price."
He paused and looked at the professor: "It's just that there are too many of us, and it's not easy to divide the cake... How about we get rid of the weakest one first, and then talk about the ownership of that little oriental bastard?"
The weakest here
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on the professor in the middle of the alley.
Although they knew that this guy was sowing discord, the eyes of several people couldn't help but heat up:
Indeed, the professor is usually very elusive. Although he has no direct subordinates, he holds many terrifying secrets.
If you want to completely solve this scourge, now is indeed the best opportunity...
After all, he is only one person, right? Why do you want to take the cake away from them? Avalon is already too small, maybe it would be a good thing to get rid of a guy who is in the way
Lorenzo swallowed, and Werner held the flaming sword, his eyes eager to try.
"What's going on? Everyone suddenly looked at me."
The professor sighed: "It seems that I am the weakest one?"
"Isn't it?"
Rat King Lao Luo smiled conspiratorially, raised his hand, and when that palm fell, sixteen powerful crossbows would turn this guy into a hedgehog!
"I think it's better for you all to think carefully before taking action. How about - I perform a magic trick for everyone to enjoy?"
The professor chuckled, raising his hands in his robes and clapping softly. The crisp sound of clapping echoed in the quiet alley.
In everyone's stunned eyes, the air behind him fluctuated.
Where there was originally nothing, a "monster" instantly appeared!
-Yes, it’s a monster!
Just behind the thin professor, a huge shadow suddenly appeared.
Like the descendant of a giant, that ferocious shadow is three meters high! It's like just stretching out your hand can smash the rat king on the roof into pulp! If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, almost everyone would be unwilling to believe that that thing was actually a person!
Yes, he is actually human...
In the alley, the monster wore an exaggerated and funny donkey head mask and squatted behind the professor. He was holding a folded bone saw in his hand, like a butcher who had just gotten off work from the vegetable market.
But everyone present felt a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.
The giant's upper body was only covered with a dirty apron. The linen apron was layered with dried blood stains... layer after layer, the rotten yellow apron was almost dyed dark red!
On his arms, the bulging muscles were beating together with his heart, and the bulging blood vessels on the scarred skin could be vaguely seen!
In the silence, there was only the sound of everyone swallowing saliva. Someone opened his mouth, murmured the name, and screamed in fear:
"—Blood, flesh and blood butcher!"
The undead, the monster, the butcher, the son of the evil spirit, the horse-faced man, the evil shadow of the bloody night... Of course, the most famous nickname is the flesh and blood butcher.
With an exaggerated and terrifying figure that almost looks like a giant, and an exaggerated victory record that leaves no one alive and fears no enemy, rumors about this monster spread like a nightmare in the streets of London.
No one thought that the professor actually hired this monster and hid him beside him...
Lorenzo took a few steps back without leaving a trace, his eyes fearful. He had personally heard from his father the terrible rumors about the consequences of this monster once it went on a killing spree.
Warner was much more straightforward and quickly retreated. All the heavily armored thugs raised their weapons and stood ready.
But compared to the terrifying rumors of the Flesh Butcher, seventy heavily armed soldiers... seemed a bit underwhelming.
"damn it."
This time it was the Rat King's turn to curse.
…
Now, in front of everyone, the violent monster emerged from stealth, but it did not go on a killing spree. Instead, it raised its head and took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of blood.
Then, in the heartbeat like a drum, "his" or "it"'s skin turned red. A ferocious smile appeared on the funny donkey head mask.
Under his feet, countless insects suddenly emerged from the cracks in the blue bricks and fled in all directions crazily, as if they sensed the arrival of a terrifying monster and began a desperate escape.
In the silence, it remained silent. It just picked up the bone saw and stood up from the ground. In an instant, it was in front of the Rat King on the roof, staring intently at the rickety man hiding behind the big shield.
The hollow eyes on the mask are bloodshot pupils. His eyes were like looking down at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
He is obviously a human being, but he looks like a demon. It is a monster raised by the darkness and blood under this city, a demon summoned by the ugliest side of this city.