There are thirty-six sentries in total.
Khalil stared at the night scene below, and calmly rubbed the blade of the knife that was vertically downward and close to the wrist and palm with the index fingers of both hands.
This slight rubbing sound did not escape the ghost's ears. He lowered his head, glanced at Khalil's hands folded in the cloak, and nodded thoughtfully.
On the roof of the high-rise building, there was a howling cold wind blowing by. Tonight was different from the past, it seemed to be even colder.
There are many spire buildings stacked on top of each other in an eerie way below. Not far away is an apartment that seems to be deserted. It is now dilapidated, but that does not prevent Khalil from glancing at its former glory from a few details.
Above the main body of the apartment, there were a few surviving broken windows that reflected the brilliant brilliance of the neon lights, reflecting an unpleasant and broken light. Several shadowy black figures flashed past behind.
The old town is like this, it's more gloomy than the new town, and there are no billboards from factories... In fact, in the old town, nearly half of the places don't even have electricity.
"Do you want to wait, Khalil?" the ghost asked softly, his voice hissing.
Khalil said nothing and breathed calmly, but his fingers rubbed the blade faster and faster.
The ghost gave him a worried look. In his opinion, Khalil became a little strange after the conversation about the 'countdown'.
He didn't know whether this change was good or bad, but he instinctively disliked it.
"...No, we won't wait, Ghost." Khalil said after a long time. "However, our plans need to change."
The ghost nodded quietly, ready to listen.
"Along the border between the old city and the new city, these scum of the Honorable Warlords set up thirty-six sentries along the way. They even set up heavy-fire machine guns, set up dispersed patrol groups, and there were checkpoints on the highway. ....."
Khalil grinned with a half-smile: "Such a grand welcome ceremony is really flattering. Do you know what this means, Ghost?"
"I don't know," the ghost replied. "But what do you need from me, Khalil?"
His words made Khalil turn around. The ghost's expression at the moment turned out to be a little complicated - after a moment, he spoke slowly.
"This means that people from the Skolewock family are arriving tonight."
"There is only one road connecting the new city and the old city of Quintus. The Glory Warlord cannot block it for too long. Other gangs that are also backed by nobles also need this road to do their work..."
"So, it's tonight, Ghost."
"What do you need me to do?" Ghost asked again. "I'm ready, Khalil."
"No, don't ask me what I should do, Ghost."
Khalil shook his head: "Everyone has his own opinion and his own ideas. You don't have to rely on my plans all the time. This is just a job. You and I are partners... We are An equal relationship.”
The ghost looked at him blankly.
"So tonight I want to give you free rein."
Khalil smiled slightly. "The thirty-six sentry posts are all handed over to you. No matter how you do it, Ghost, I will cover up your voice. As for the people of the Skolywok family... let me handle it."
He laughed lowly, and his voice escaped in the cold wind of Nostramo late at night, like broken words or the low cry of a monster.
Then, with blue light in his eyes, he jumped down and disappeared into the other side of the night within the sight of the ghost.
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Act alone.
the second time.
Play freely.
first.
The ghost blinked, his heart pounding. He quickly realized this, so he imitated Khalil's deep breathing pattern and took a few deep breaths.
The cold and smelly air entered his lungs, but after he exhaled it, there was no smell at all. It even turned into warm mist and dispersed in the air.
Ghost still doesn't know what this means. He just thinks it's interesting to do this, and it's indeed very effective.
However, thirty-six sentries.
how should I do?
The ghost squatted down and touched the gargoyle's head. He did not give the gargoyle a name, not because he disliked its corroded ugliness, but because of its mutilation.
It's missing a horn.
For some reason, the ghost didn't want to give it a name, not at all. He didn't want to replace the gargoyle in his mind with a code name.
In this way, he slowly stroked the pitted gargoyle under his feet. It was only after the latter's bronze head was completely warmed by the warmth of his palm that the ghost spoke and said goodbye to it.
"Goodbye, Mr. Gargoyle with a broken horn."
The ghost politely leaned down and said in the gargoyle's ear: "I'm going to clear out thirty-six sentries. Can you wish me good luck?"
The gargoyle didn't answer.
It was still staring down eerily, its fangs protruding from its bronze lips, and its sharp claws rubbing the heavy stone pillars under its feet. It didn't answer the ghost's words, but the ghost acted like it was listening carefully.
After a while, he blinked and suddenly laughed.
The ghost patted the gargoyle's head affectionately, then stood up and jumped down in the same posture as Khalil.
The robe made of rags rustled in the strong wind, and the cold mist that was forced to condense hit his face, but he didn't even blink.
Soon, he landed. To be precise, it landed on the roof of a certain house. Then he started running. This time, his steps were silent and soundless, and a kind of stretching power bloomed in his body.
Jump – climb – stay and observe. During the three-minute long attack, the ghost quietly arrived at the top of a steeple.
Before that, Khalil had passed all the sentries with him silently, and the ghost silently noted down all the locations and anything else that might be useful.
Khalil said, be cautious.
There was a faint sound of voices below, and two people were talking. The ghost listened patiently, trying to get some useful information, but found nothing.
He didn't want to know what methods should be used to please men and women respectively. This would not help him in what he was going to do next.
So he moved on.
The ghost's movements were very cautious and cautious. His nails did not get stuck in the cracks of the bricks, but only penetrated slightly. Before each descent, he even double-checks whether the foothold can really bear his weight.
Fortunately for him, the building materials of this steeple are also solid.
Soon, he climbed silently to a window on the steeple. The window was open, with a long, dark gun barrel sticking out of it, and smoke was lingering, pouring out of the window and scattering in all directions.
"...Like I said, Bangor, you're really out of your depth here."
A hoarse female voice said bitterly.
"There are jiyuan everywhere in Quintus. Even if you don't want to pay, you can just go to the downtown area to find a few people to deal with it. After that, you can sell them to a butcher shop to make money. Why do you have to chase that shantytown? You won’t let go of the woman in the district? She’s as skinny as her mother’s ribs!”
"She...she's different, Knowles, she's different."
Bangor stammered in reply. "I think she's very special, really. Her eyes are beautiful."
"You damn...everyone's eyes are black! What can you tell? Stop pretending to be an idiot here, Bangor. By the way, did you go to give her a gift a few days ago? Something?"
"..."
"Answer me, Bangor!"
"Yes, I sent a smoked thigh over..."
"Whose product is it from?"
"From the Gerturis family."
"What the hell, you idiot, you gave the Gerturis smoke to a civilian in a shantytown... The other gangs will laugh to death. I can't stand it anymore, wait for this trip After the work is over, I will take you to find that woman."
"No, no, don't! Don't, Knowles, don't-"
"——What else? You are no longer the young boy you were before! You are now a member of the Glory Overseer. Let me tell you, Bangor, you have no choice!"
Hearing this, Ghost frowned.
He didn't fully understand what the two people were talking about, but he keenly heard a kind of indifference from the woman named Knowles that he couldn't bear.
She did not treat the workers and civilians in the shanty towns as human beings.
This made Ghost very unhappy.
He doesn't like this.
Ghost released his left hand and his body rotated freely according to gravity. The sharp and hard nails of his right hand left deep marks on the masonry of the minaret, and even formed a deep circular shape as he rotated.
Then, he jumped and entered the room through the window. Ghost had no intention of hiding his arrival, but he still overestimated the reaction speed of the two people. In other words, he underestimated what he was capable of.
The first second he entered the room, the ghost had already strangled the head of the woman named Knowles with his slender right hand, and pulled lightly, causing blood to splash.
As for the man named Bangor...
In Ghost's sight, his expression had changed slightly. Concern and embarrassment were changing into deep fear. His mouth was opening and closing, and it seemed that he was still at the stage of trying to persuade Knowles not to cause trouble for others.
"Goodbye, Bangor."
The ghost nodded to him. "Khalil said that some of you were not born bad, but you just joined the gang because you had no choice but to join the gang. However, things were different after that, and we cannot forgive you on behalf of the deceased."
The ghost waved his left hand and ended Bangor's life.
He knew many ways to kill, but he chose to give Bangor the quickest and almost painless sleep.
Thirty-five more.
Throwing down Knowles' head, he wiped the blood with his robe. The ghost came to the steeple window. He glanced at the dark gun with a long barrel, stretched out his hand, and cut off the barrel with his nails.
He turned over, sat on the window sill, and began to use the index and middle fingers of his right hand in turn to cut the front end of the gun barrel. Half a minute later, it had transformed from a heavy barrel into a sharp black spike.
Ghost held it, imitating Khalil's example and swung the barrel of the gun, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air disappeared in a flash. Its length actually does not meet the requirements of the ghost. Khalil's knife can leave a long blade while fitting the wrist and palm.
But that's enough.
The ghost smiled with satisfaction, then jumped down and disappeared into the night.
The night is still very long, and there are still thirty-five sentry posts waiting for his visit.
