Some carriages were heading towards Munihei, while others were trying to avoid people's sight and stay away from this place.
Amid the hustle and bustle of traffic, the characters in the story arrived at their respective destinations one after another.
The old butler Baird received intelligence from the prime minister on the way.
"dusk,
Your target will arrive at a dense forest thirty miles outside the city at 6:50 pm, and you need to get rid of the two eyes in the car.
The other party may have mysterious support, so please be careful."
Baird felt a little melancholy when he saw the last sentence.
It is obviously very difficult to secretly deal with two opponents who may be difficult to kill with one blow.
Using force directly is obviously unrealistic and stupid.
Baird thought about how to solve the problem, then took some things from his current hiding place and went out.
He brought a small backpack, and these readily available items were about to help him complete his mission.
Baird arrived near the dense forest in advance and took out a long rubber tube.
Use a knife to cut small holes on the long tube, and patiently put a five-centimeter-long metal nail into each hole.
Baird tied a rope to one end of the long rubber tube and tied the other end to a tree to secure it.
He carefully applied an earthy paint to make the long rubber tube look less noticeable.
Baird used his deft hands to make a series of traps out of ordinary branches and vines, but these were not his trump cards.
After working for most of the day, Baird wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, took out the water bottle from his backpack and drank a sip of water, then climbed up the tree and waited for the carriage to pass.
There is no other direct road leading to the Munihei Gate in the dense forest, and this is the only road that is most suitable for an ambush.
In order to prevent affecting other passing carriages, Baird also dug a small ditch on the road. Only by pulling up the long rubber tube could the carriage be stopped.
Everything was ready and the sky was gradually getting dark.
There were not many carriages passing by on this road at this time. The number of people coming to participate in the Munich Music Festival at this time has decreased. After all, inns and hotels that can provide accommodation need to be booked in advance, otherwise they can only stay on the streets.
With the sound of horse hooves coming from afar, the birds in the jungle were startled and flew away into the sky in scattered groups.
Baird narrowed his eyes and saw the streak of dust in the distance, which represented the running of the horse.
He specifically chose this tree because it was tall enough to make a good lookout point.
He climbed down from the tree nimbly, then squatted in the bushes by the roadside, holding tightly onto a section of the long rubber tube.
Two bald men sat in front of the carriage, chatting boredly. They were confident in their own strength and did not expect to be ambushed on the road.
Baird seized the opportunity and suddenly pulled up the long elastic rubber tube when the horse was about to arrive.
The horse's front hooves were obstructed by the long rubber tube and lost balance, and at the same time the iron nails on the long tube pierced into the horse's hooves.
The horses felt pain and stopped running, falling forward one by one.
The Hermann family in the carriage was at a loss. The sudden impact caused them to fall to the ground. Kirk even hit his head while protecting the child.
The two bald men outside the carriage also fell off the carriage, but they reacted quickly and immediately climbed up from the ground.
"ambush?"
"Well, it's better to be careful."
The two of them communicated briefly and then looked around.
"Come out, you mysterious fellow.
Don't you dare to fight us fair and square? Coward! "
One of the bald men shouted loudly, raised his middle finger and gestured around.
Baird let out a soft click but did not show his face. He pulled the vines beside him.
Behind the vines was a set of simply made disposable crossbows with a poisoned arrow on them.
As Baird moved, the arrow that had been stretched tight was shot out with a whoosh.
The sound of the arrow breaking through the air made the bald man who tried to provoke with words change his expression, and then he rolled to the right.
Baird smiled when he saw this, and thought to himself,
"You've fallen into the trap!"
Baird estimated that there were inconspicuous traps placed around the location where the carriage was parked, and the traps readily available to jungle hunters were the most deadly threat that was easily overlooked by ordinary people.
There was an open trap in the direction where the bald man rolled over. The purpose of shooting that arrow was never to kill with one shot, but to test.
The man stepped on it, and the strange touch made him feel that something was wrong, and his face changed drastically.
The mechanism of the trap was activated by the man's foot, and the bite force that could break a brown bear's paw clamped the man's calf.
“Wow!”
The sharp teeth of the trap dug into his flesh and broke his fragile leg bones.
The wound immediately bleeds profusely, and the other man seeing this rushes towards the injured man anxiously.
"Idiot! Run!"
The man trapped in the trap saw this situation and loudly warned his accomplices.
The man who went to support ran two steps and understood what the other party meant, but it was too late.
At this time, Baird pulled the vines on both sides. These vines were tied into a bundle, with about ten vines in each bundle, and at the end of each vine was the same arrow device.
Dozens of arrows flew out at the same time, forming a spectacular rain of arrows.
The two men tried their best to curl up their bodies to avoid being hurt by too many arrows, but the poison on the arrows was not ordinary stuff.
Baird used a compressed mixture of dozens of natural toxins mixed in a military laboratory, including toxins from the African arrow poison tree and green poison baby, sand scorpions from the Gobi Desert, and toxins from the fangs of various venomous snakes.
These complex neurotoxins are mixed with corrosive toxins and can reach the brain's nerve center within seconds just by scratching the surface of the skin, while also paralyzing the motor nerves.
Due to its high cost, it was not used on a large scale in the war, but the cautious Byrd decided to proceed with caution and use this toxin with multiple properties.
The two men were inevitably injured by arrows in the rain of arrows, and the man caught in the trap was hit by several arrows.
Baird did not show up immediately, but waited cautiously until both men died before emerging from the bushes wearing a hood.
The Hermann family in the carriage were already trembling with fear and dared not move. Although it was quiet outside, Hermann, who was a serious person, stopped everyone from leaving the carriage.
"Be careful, the enemy may not have left yet."
Herman held Kirk in his arms and spoke to Eugene in a low voice.
Eugene, who was a bit more cautious by nature, was just about to open the door of the carriage to check, so Hermann couldn't help but give him a reminder.
Baird naturally anticipated this scene, but he still put on a hood to hide his identity.
Baird walked carefully towards the two bald men lying on the ground and used a long branch to turn them over so that they were facing the sky.
Judging from their green complexions, both of them seemed to have been affected by the poison and died, but the brooches hanging on their chests were flashing a silver-grey light.
When Baird saw this, his face changed under the mask and he quickly took out a large bottle of liquid from the backpack behind him.
The pot is filled with gasoline.
He poured gasoline on the bodies of the two men and lit a match, preparing to destroy their bodies.
The brooches on the chests of the two bald men stopped flashing, and their bodies turned into a pool of meat paste affected by the toxin.
The meat paste was entangled with each other, as if it was about to form a bloody monster.
Baird immediately threw the match on the meat paste. The raging fire burned the meat paste, causing an unpleasant burnt smell to waft out, mixed with the stench of toxins.
A painful scream came from the meat paste, like the noise of fingernails scraping back and forth on glass.
Baird did not stand there stupidly. Instead, after lighting the meat paste on fire, he took out his knife and cut down some drier branches around him.
Holding a branch, he walked quickly to the burning meat paste, and then threw all the firewood in his hand into the fire at once, making the fire burn more vigorously.
The screams in the meat paste became weaker as the flames grew stronger, and then fell into permanent silence.
After doing all this, Baird still felt uneasy, so he used the last weapon in his bag, a flintlock rifle, and fired two consecutive shots in the direction of the meat paste.
“Bang! Bang!”
Two loud noises echoed in the jungle. Pieces of meat were burned by the flames into pieces as fragile as charcoal, and were splashed to the ground by the impact of bullets.
The old butler Baird walked to the side of the carriage and knocked gently on the wooden door twice.
"Come out again in ten minutes if there's no sound outside."
After saying this, Baird turned and left.
Hermann and Eugene looked at each other, and both felt something was strange.
"Do you think that person's voice is familiar?"
Eugene asked Hermann.
Hermann nodded.
"But I can't remember who it was."
"It doesn't matter who it is, he's obviously not a robber."
Kirk broke free from Herman's arms, handed the sleeping little Albert to Herman and stretched.
"You have a point. He didn't take anything that belonged to us. He only targeted those two Milan guys from the beginning to the end."
Eugene analyzed.
"So I understand this person is our friend?"
Hermann asked.
"We shouldn't make a decision too soon. I can only be sure of one thing."
Eugene said solemnly.
"What's up?"
Herman and Kirk both asked nervously.
"We have to walk back with all these things."
"Ah? Screw you."
After Eugene's jokes, the atmosphere in the carriage became less serious and their solemn mood relaxed a little.
Ten minutes later, Eugene opened the door of the carriage a little and looked outside.
"How's it out there? Are we safe?"
Kirk asked nervously.
"There's nothing. If you want fresh charred human flesh, there's some on the ground."
Eugene spread his hands and said.
At this time, Baird had already walked far away. He would return to Eugene's mansion in advance and wait for his master to return home.
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Cyclops
"Did you find anything?"
Holding a cup of hot coffee, Joe Butran was waiting for everyone's report in Paul's room.
“I got nothing except some feet that stink worse than my grandmother’s.
Holy Light! Why do some people not like to wash their feet! "
Old Gary, who followed Second Mate Paul to check, complained.
Jobtran turned his attention to Professor Robert, who had volunteered to join the search, and Professor Robert shook his head slightly.
“That’s great news, it seems like everything is back to square one.
We can only wait silently for the news of Aldridge's death."
Old Gary rolled his eyes and spread his hands out dramatically.
Joe Butran stepped forward, patted old Gary on the shoulder, and said with a smile,
"No, we have new clues."
Everyone looked at Jobtran in surprise, but Jobtran smiled mysteriously and took out a key from his pocket.
"Look what I found?"
Joe Butran gently tossed the keys to Paul.
Second mate Paul placed the key in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.
"This... should be the key to the warehouse where the restaurant stores food. Why is it with you?"
Paul asked in surprise.
"I found it. It seems that someone deliberately wanted to hide this key from us, so they secretly hid it in a guest's room. I am the person in charge of that floor."
After saying this, Jobtran smiled apologetically at Sif.
"I clearly went with you, how come I didn't notice?"
Sif asked in confusion, holding her head with one hand.
"Remember when I squatted down to tie my shoes? That was when I did it."
Jobtran told a small detail to help Sif recall.
"But I don't remember there being a key on the floor of the room?"
Sif said with a frown.
“Because it was hidden under the table and taped down.
Most people naturally don’t observe this blind spot, except for me.”
As Joe Butron spoke, he observed the people present.
Professor Robert seemed to have some ideas about Jobtran's discovery and said,
"Should we go to the grain warehouse now? If this is what the prisoners left behind, this should be where First Mate Aldridge is."
"Alas. There's no point in going now. Aldridge is dead."
Jobtran sighed and said.
Paul's face flushed when he heard this, he slammed the table hard and stood up immediately.
"I don't believe it. I want to go and see."
"Wait a minute. I didn't tell you it was safe in there."
Joe Butran held Paul down and turned to wink at old Gary.
"What do you think? You should be very familiar with that warehouse."
Old Gary scratched his head.
"I only went in a few times to steal some wine. But speaking of danger, there's a lot of barley and barrels in there, and if there's a fire it's very dangerous."
"Oh. I see. A murder in a closed room plus a death trap."
Sif exclaimed with her eyes wide open.
"Are you saying that the murderer deliberately killed Aldridge in the warehouse and then left a trap so that we could be caught in one fell swoop when we try to crack the secret room?"
“That’s absolutely right. To you, what do you think the murderer’s mentality is now
Are you taking it easy because you are not suspected of anything, or are you fighting for your life because you know your identity is about to be exposed?"