I Will Be The Crowned King

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots sounded without warning, and six bullets were accurately sent into his cranial cavity from the back of "Cigar"'s head.

The stunned "Old Pocket Watch" turned his head back for a moment, and the scarlet blood plasma instantly filled his entire field of vision; the unresponsive "Cigar" body slowly collapsed to the ground, and the happy smile solidified on his face forever.

The expressionless "Rifle" threw away the revolver that fired the bullet, and raised his right foot at the head full of bullets.

The sound of the hammer clasping echoed between the two of them, and the cold muzzle pressed against Rifle's chest, aiming at the position of the heart.

"I need an explanation."

The corpse that was still spewing blood on the ground twitched slightly, and the corners of the "Old Pocket Watch"'s mouth that had lost its smile also trembled:

"Rifle, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?"

Glancing at the pistol on his chest, the "Rifle" who slowly raised his head looked at him with a smile:

"Didn't you see it all?"

"Or did your presbyopia and deafness deepen again? Well, old pocket watch?"

The indifferent "Old Pocket Watch" said every word with murderous intent in his narrowed eyes.

"I... need... an explanation!"

"I don't need any explanation."

"Rifle" looked at him unceremoniously: "If you decide to kill your friend who saved your life, then shoot your old bastard!"

"saved me?"

"This scum is a group with our 'new friend'. Tonight's military factory is a complete trap - go in and see, the warehouse is empty!"

"what?!"

The frightened "Old Pocket Watch" immediately turned his head and walked into the door, which was completely empty.

"how so?!"

"Because it's what you see!" The gnashing "Rifle" growled:

"It's all a trap planned by our new friend - he's known 'Cigar' for a long time, that's why this **** beat the Hydra to death last night so that he can take over as the new Hydra!"

"Do you know why Whispering died? It's because he is the most well-informed of all of us - the first time he saw this guy, he found out that he was a member of the Inquisition!"

"Where is the Hydra now?"

"Old Pocket Watch", who was still angry, said coldly, the pistol in his right hand was still aimed at the position of "Rifle"'s heart, and he did not relax his guard because of his words:

"You should ask where Anson Bach is."

"Rifle" snorted irritably:

"He ran away, the first time he came in, I didn't have time to catch him."

"Run away? Then why did his cronies say that the two of you were together when he came to find us?"

"Because it was before we entered the warehouse, and he brought it up, and the most important thing is that I guessed that the cigars belonged to him, so I didn't act rashly - you old **** asked me to explain when?!"

The hysterical roar of "Rifle" echoed over and over again in the empty warehouse. The indifferent "Old Pocket Watch" still didn't put down the gun in his hand, but obviously he no longer had the urge to shoot.

Inside the dark warehouse door, two people with different complexions stood beside the corpse of "Cigar" that was still twitching slightly.

Wonderful, so wonderful.

At this moment, An Sen, who was hiding in the shadow of the warehouse and locked the position of the two with his peripheral vision, expressed his admiration for the acting skills of "Rifle" from the bottom of his heart.

The scene in front of you is simply the "foreplay" of the most standard black-and-black plot.

While the two were still facing each other, An Sen peeked at his pocket watch, and the pointer reached eleven thirty-five.

In twenty-five minutes, the storm regiment hidden two streets away will complete the blockade of the military factory, and the siege will begin in thirty-five minutes.

He had to kill the remaining two within forty minutes.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Old Pocket Watch" solemnly watched every move of "Rifle":

"If this is the trap of the Inquisition, then at any time a group of inquisitors will rush in and chop the two of us to pieces, or put them in some eternal dark prison."

"The premise is that they can really catch us." Rifle sneered at the corners of his mouth.

"What's the meaning?"

"It means that if you are someone from the Inquisition and deliberately set such a trap that you can understand at a glance, what would you want us to do?"

Before giving "Old Pocket Watch" time to answer, "Rifle" continued:

"You would want us to be like mice, fleeing from the military factory in a panic, and even killing each other desperately to seize the way to escape, and then you can kill us all one by one!"

Slowly put away the pistol, "Old Pocket Watch" tapped his forehead: "You mean..."

"We won't run away."

"Rifle" looked serious: "Not only that, we have to pretend that nothing happened and complete tonight's plan step by step."

"As long as we are still united, what can we do with a court?"

The surprised "Old Pocket Watch" was startled at first, then a smile appeared on his orange peeled cheeks:

"Makes sense... As long as we believe in each other and stay united, we'll never be defeated."

"So tonight's plan and that business..."

"Well, I'm afraid I have to give up; but that's okay, Rifle, even without these weapons, we still have a way to get the thugs to break through the blockade of the inner city - like pouring an overdose of opium tincture on some guy, and then giving him Get some spirits and dynamite..."

"Old pocket watch, you are indeed the smartest among us."

"No, dear Rifle, you are the smart one between us."

The two facing each other looked at each other and smiled, their expressions and eyes were so sincere; they even turned around in front of each other without warning and handed over to their most trusted friend.

"boom!"

At the moment when the two were back to back, two gunshots exploded in the warehouse at the same time.

The screeching lead bullet passed by, and at the same time tore the "rifling" brim, it penetrated the "Old Pocket Watch"'s eyebrows as if it had touched smoke, leaving a flash of sparks on the wall behind him.

"Rifle" didn't show any surprise on his face. At the same time as he fired, he took out a short sword from his pocket in his right hand, and the blade of the sword that slashed towards the figure of "Old Pocket Watch" left a silver-white trail in the air.

Jian Feng swept past the figure of the "Old Pocket Watch" who returned fire with a gun, but dazzling sparks exploded behind him; the figure that was swept across gradually became transparent and dissipated in the air.

The "Rifle" holding the sword in the backhand quickly swung behind him and fired three shots into the air at the same time.

"Clang!"

The lead bullet exploded sparks in the air, and the figure of the "Old Pocket Watch" emerged from the dark shadow: holding a gun in the left, wielding a rapier in the right, maintaining the action of just deflecting the lead bullet, his eyes were full of invisible pupils. blood color.

"Dear Rifle, do you know where your flaws are?"

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" sounded as soft as ever, and the rapier in his right hand exuded a dark and eerie light gray, wrapping around the entire blade like a poisonous snake:

"Your words... it's too much!"

The moment the voice fell, the harsh gunshots exploded again.

The golden-red gun flames reflected the faces of the two at the same time, and the "rifling" that kept pulling the trigger moved quickly with agility that almost surpassed the naked eye. The screaming lead bullet could only capture his afterimage. Jianmang attacked the "Old Pocket Watch" with the afterimages.

"Fuck!"

The stabbing sword wrapped in lavender light caught the blade at an incomparably precise angle, and the smiling "old pocket watch" retreated with agility and reaction completely different from its appearance, while parrying the storm-like offensive of the "rifling", the sharp edge. A series of friction sparks exploded between the two.

There is something wrong with that sword... An Sen, who was hiding in the dark, said silently in his heart.

With the strength of swinging the dagger with "rifling", and the possibility of imprinting magic such as [Rapid Wind], it is definitely not something that an old man with weak arms can easily block.

Anson didn't know much about black magic, but if he guessed, it was very likely that the "old pocket watch" had imprinted magic such as "mind reading" or "prediction" on the sword, allowing the rapier to complete the block action on its own.

This is not the same as the black mages that Anson has seen - such as Mace Hornard and Bloane - but as mentioned by "Rifle" before, the "Old Pocket Watch" is more unusual, and the fighting style is more like a conjurer.

"Dear Rifle, you are as cautious as ever."

The corners of "Old Pocket Watch"'s mouth rose slightly:

"Based on what we both know about each other, this level of testing is obviously unnecessary."

Before he finished speaking, the expressionless "Rifle" suddenly snorted coldly, and with his left hand he threw the depleted revolver towards the chest of the "Old Pocket Watch".

"Boom!!!!"

The violent explosion filled the entire warehouse with dazzling light.

The light dissipated, and the "Rifle" body that turned into smoke gathered in place and recovered its original state. At the same time, he took out a brand-new revolver from his arms, and fired three shots in front of him without looking at it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three firelights exploded one after another in the air, and An Sen realized when he noticed the unexpected expression in his eyes - "Rifle" just didn't see the three crossbow arrows flying towards him, it was purely instinctive.

"It seems that the two of us really know each other better than we thought."

Unsurprisingly, "Old Pocket Watch" hid the delicate hand crossbow in his arms, smiled and waved the stabbing sword wrapped in purple light to meet the attacking "Rifle", his free left hand pointed at him and gestured quickly. A series of complex gestures.

In an instant, "Rifle"'s eyes suddenly solidified; the flexible figure also became sluggish, and his hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead.

But his speed didn't slow down in any way, and the dashing figure rushed straight to the tip of the sword that the "old pocket watch" aimed at his forehead.

"Pfft!"

Just one second before the stabbing sword pierced between his eyebrows, Rifle, who was clenching his teeth, suddenly clenched the short sword that Zhe was about to swing with his right hand, tearing a trace on his left shoulder.

The pain caused him to regain control of his body, and he held the revolver tightly and fired the remaining bullets in the magazine against the head of the "Old Pocket Watch".

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The rapier quickly deflected the incoming lead bullet, and the gray-purple light that wrapped around the sword seemed to be a little dimmer than before.

"Rifle" didn't take advantage of the momentum to attack, but grabbed the gap to dodge back, and the left hand that threw away the pistol "Crack!" snapped his fingers.

The next second, the three lead bullets bounced off by the rapier suddenly lit up and exploded into a thick white fog in the air.

The "Old Pocket Watch", shrouded in fog, raised his brows:

"Breath of Destruction? My dear Rifle, how many times do you have to repeat it to understand that this kind of hallucination and the like means nothing to me."

"And you just now gave me a chance to read minds in order to crack the Sleeping Charm. I even guessed your next move."

The "Old Pocket Watch", who had not finished speaking, had already taken two steps back. Almost at the same time, a translucent blade shadow whirling in place suddenly exploded where he had just stood, clearing the surrounding fog.

"Rifle", who didn't care, sneered: "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

Without any warning, the silver-white dagger attacked the "Old Pocket Watch" standing on the spot again, and the sharp blades that collided and intertwined kept making loud or harsh sounds.

He was using this method to tell himself the fighting style of the "old pocket watch"... Anson in the shadow nodded lightly.

Judging from the process of the confrontation between the two just now, the "Old Pocket Watch" is not only good at "mind reading", but also reaches an almost bizarre level in "psychedelic" and "hypnosis" - not only can it create a false self, it can even be able to Hypnotize items.

In other words, ordinary offensive methods have lost their meaning to the "Old Pocket Watch". If you want to kill him, you must use some unexpected means to complete a one-hit kill on the premise that you are not hypnotized.

"Dear Rifle, I'm curious."

The long and narrow stabbing sword kept blocking the violent silver light, and the smiling "Old Pocket Watch" fell on the sword, which was already full of gaps, and the purple light attached to it had dimmed to the point where it was almost impossible to see:

"What promise did our new friend make to make you choose to betray your friend?"

"Clang—!"

The silver sword glow fell head-on like a thunderbolt~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The piercing sword full of gaps was finally overwhelmed, and was broken into two pieces from the center.

The next second, the dagger stopped at the throat of the "Old Pocket Watch".

"There is only one reason."

The indifferent "Rifle" opened his mouth slowly, and the smile of "Old Pocket Watch" was reflected in his scarlet eyes:

"From the beginning, I never believed in you old bastard!"

"Yes?"

"Old Pocket Watch" smiled and loosened the hilt of his right sword, leaving only the half-broken sword that fell vertically from his leg.

At this moment, "Rifle" stabbed the dagger sharply into his throat.

"Pfft!"

At the moment when the blood spurted, "Rifle" was shocked without warning.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the tip of the knife that penetrated through his heart and protruded from his chest; he turned his head and stared at the smiling "cigar" behind him with his wide eyes in shock.

He didn't die? !

"Oh, my dear Rifle."

The "Old Pocket Watch", who sighed softly, used **** to poke the dagger against his throat:

"You should trust me more."

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