On the surface, Qiao Dun always spares no effort to show off his wisdom and alertness, but in fact he is just a smart guy. He thought that if they were both powerful ability users, they would be at least close to each other in terms of victory or defeat, but he didn't know that at the same level, the use of abilities and combat experience would widen the gap in strength. What's more, Gambling Snake has already learned about Qiao Dun's abilities through the Book of Hearts of Gilson II. For such an experienced assassin, if he knows himself and his enemy, he will never be in danger in any battle.
When the distance between the two was less than two meters, Gambler turned behind Qiaodun in an instant and stabbed with his hidden sword. Qiaodun was not unable to keep up with the speed. He turned around and gave way, grabbing Gambling's wrist. At that moment, Qiao Dun even felt that he had won.
His ability is mental infection, which takes effect immediately as long as it touches the target for more than two seconds. Sure enough, Gambler immediately showed something strange. He shouted loudly, used brute force to break free of the clamp on his wrist, and then backed away from a distance of more than ten meters. His whole body was trembling, and the expression on his face was no longer calm, but flushed. , blue veins were exposed, and after more than ten seconds, he seemed to be unable to suppress it anymore, and suddenly burst into laughter, his expression twisted, and he waved the hidden sword in his hand randomly, like a drunken madman .
A sneer appeared at the corner of Qiao Dun's mouth. He was very satisfied with this reaction. Those affected by his ability behaved very much like a drug overdose, except that they would not foam at the mouth or die due to poisoning.
It's like taking fifty pills of methamphetamine on a mental level. An average person can be high for at least five hours with just a little bit of this drug. Just imagine, the effect is dozens of times higher in one day. It broke out in an instant, and the behavior of gambling on snakes was reasonable.
Qiao Dun smiled proudly and said to Gilson II: "Your Majesty, he is basically unconscious now. Every inch of his muscles is moving with high intensity and blood is rushing in his blood vessels. I will take you to safety now. Take shelter in the house and let him make trouble here alone. Most people who are affected by my ability will faint from exhaustion in an hour at most. People like him probably won't be able to hold on for a few more minutes. When the time comes, you can Capture him alive, and then..." The following words, it goes without saying, it is naturally a purgatory-like torture.
A sick smile appeared on Gilson II's face, as if he had gone from hell to heaven in an instant: "Hahaha... you have today too!" He roared at Gambling Snake, who was waving his hidden sword randomly on the spot alone.
Qiao Dun said: "Your Majesty, let's leave here first. He is still dangerous in this way." What he said is right. Although the mental infection destroyed the other party's sanity, the instinct is still there, and It is very likely that he was aroused to be more sensitive. Qiao Dun had already secretly feared the snake gambler in his heart. The current snake gambler was something Qiao Dun never wanted to get close to.
He bent down and reached out to help Gilson II up, but at that moment, a hidden sword penetrated the back of his neck and protruded from his throat. The tip of the sword was almost touching Gilson in front of him. Mori II's eyeballs are gone. Qiao Dun's blood dripped down the blood groove on the sword and onto the earl's cheek, making him understand that he had not escaped from hell, but had fallen to the lowest level.
Gambling Snake said in the ear of the opponent who was still breathing: "If you don't understand, I can explain. I had taken a large dose of sedatives before coming up. The sword I just stabbed you also slowed down. Deliberately giving you access to me.
Therefore, you underestimated my fastest speed, were convinced of my crazy drama, and finally did the stupid act of turning your back to an assassin holding a weapon and letting down your guard. "
He drew out his hidden sword, and blood spattered all over Gilson II. Qiao Dun's throat gurgled, but he couldn't speak. Gambler stabbed him in the back again, and then threw the body away until the other person died. Go aside.
Gilson II's face was ashen, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, facing a hungry wolf without any resistance, no, a devil.
"My teacher once taught me that if you have something to say to your prey, wait until the other person's throat is cut before you start talking. I have always done this." Gambling Snake said as he turned around , walked towards the bundle of hemp ropes that had been thrown on the ground.
"But I want to make an exception for you, Mr. Earl." Gambling Snake picked up the rope: "Because seven years ago, you already asked me to make an exception. The people I want to kill will always die. But you, I was lucky enough to survive." He approached step by step: "Fortunately, now, I still have a chance to make amends and end this matter that should have ended long ago."
"You..." Gilson II only uttered one word before being interrupted by Gambling Snake.
"I know what you are going to say. I have seen that expression of yours once. If I were the kind of person who could be bribed with money, I would have been bribed by you seven years ago." Gambling Snake squatted down and looked at her. Gilson II said flatly: "You and I are not about money, we have to rely on our lives to solve it."
"Why... you should have ceased to be Qian Ming's assassin a long time ago... Let me go! I admit that I made a mistake in chasing you. You should understand. I swear from now on..." Gilson II was interrupted again .
"Of course I understand you." Gambler took out a book from his body. It was a black book with no words on the cover. "I understand you far more than you imagine. "As he spoke, he lit the book with a lighter and threw it aside. "If there is anyone in this world who can find even a shred of qualities worthy of mercy or worth of redemption in you, that person must be it's me."
Gambling Snake's eyes and tone became colder and colder: "There is such a story. One day seven years ago, nearly a thousand people surrounded Earl Gilson's Mansion to protest. They were just ordinary people who couldn't bear the partition order, but they We couldn't change the policy, so we could only get together, hold signs, shout slogans, and curse the count's family for a bad death." Gambling Snake said: "So, many of them were arrested. Not by the police. Go, but be arrested by you, a noble's private armed force.
About a hundred people were arrested that day. Later, without exception, they disappeared from the world, leaving Double Eagle County shrouded in a shadow of terror, and most of the voices who dared to resist disappeared in an instant.
Qian Ming naturally knew the whereabouts of those people. All of them died in the end without exception. They were executed secretly by you to vent your anger, and they were actually charged with treason. How ridiculous...
As a member of your party, the governor at the time paid no attention to the dead. He acquiesced and even helped cover up this wanton massacre.
It was this incident that directly led to our action in December. "
Gilson II recalled what happened at that time, and looked at him several times, and then said: "Do you want to avenge those people? What does they have to do with you! They are just a bunch of untouchables! Is it just for this reason that I Do I have to die?!" He shouted hysterically. In his opinion, his life was indeed much more valuable than civilian gold. In fact, the values of many civilians are actually consistent with his. This is an era where there is no justice and axioms. The measure of a person's value is no longer moral character, but money and status.
Gambling Snake did not answer this question, but continued: "My mentor, the great master of Qian Ming, Giovanni Petrach, although he is not a high-ranking capable person, he is an elder respected by each of our brothers. , he taught us the spirit and skills of assassins, taught us to shoulder the killing and darkness for the sake of justice and light, and carved the mark of Qian Ming in our souls.
It was such a person that that year, when the leader of the organization determined that the task was impossible to complete, the teacher decided to go alone to rescue the one hundred people. "Gambling Snake paused here and adjusted his breathing: "He is over sixty years old. His skills and will will eventually be defeated by time. The aging of his body and the accumulation of years of pain defeated him. The rescue failed. He was arrested. "
Something flashed in Gilson II's eyes. He seemed to remember something very unfavorable to him.
"You tortured him and tortured him, but you couldn't ask a single word, so in the end, he still had to die. But maybe it was on your whim that you chose to hang him, and you hung his body in your home afterwards. Showed to the public in the yard.”
Gilson II no longer dared to look directly into the eyes of the gambling snake, but the other party's explanation continued: "You shouldn't do this. You strangled your civilians who opposed it and despised their lives. This is unforgivable. But if you hang an assassin, it is an insult to him. You have trampled on the honor of the teacher.
You know, the noose is for sinners. "
The moment these words were spoken, a hemp rope was put around the count's neck.
Gilson II finally understood what led to that bloody night many years ago, and what made Gambler, a killing machine with all kinds of means to take human lives, choose to hang himself with a rope outside the clock tower. .
Killing people and setting fires with gold belts, repairing bridges and repairing roads without corpses, maybe this is true in most cases, but sometimes, in this world, there will really be retribution.
The square in front of the hotel was already full of police cars. Looking down from the top of the building, you could see evacuated guests, hotel staff, passers-by, and a large number of police officers.
At this time, a beam of light suddenly lit up on the roof of the hotel, and a red flare lit up the sky like fireworks.
Everyone looked up, only to see a man with blood all over his body being thrown from the roof of the building. His neck was strangled with a thick hemp rope, and he was hanging dozens of floors outside as if being hanged.
The corpse was swinging in the wind at a high altitude, with a hideous and frightened face, and it refused to rest in peace. That face was telling a horrific and lengthy story, a seven-year story about revenge...
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