Slums, strongholds of the integration movement.
All the windows were closed and the room was extremely dark. Although it looks like a very common bungalow in a slum, the internal facilities are nothing like a slum. The moment the window was closed, the noisy sounds outside disappeared instantly. The whole room was dark and quiet, with only the sound of human breathing, like the sea at night.
The switch of the projector was turned on, and pale light shone on the curtain. Countless dust was revealed under the strong light. Occasionally a moth would fly in front of the projector, and someone would quickly kill it with a flying knife.
"Why should we set our base in the slums?" Mephistopheles frowned and pinched his nose. The smell of the slums made him very unhappy.
"Because this place is outside the city, close to the city wall, where fish and dragons are mixed together. It is a typical no-care zone." The regicide leaned on the chair and threw the throwing knife.
"The most important thing is that it is cheap. Originally, a large part of the funds was used to buy the source stone."
"But I can't buy it now..." W banged his head on the table, causing the projector to shake.
The Regicide adjusted the position of the projector and flipped the switch again. Due to financial reasons, this projector is also second-hand and has good and bad times.
"Now I think we can change our base and purchase some better equipment." Mephistopheles looked at the projector and his face darkened.
"This is very good. If you want to enter the city to find a stronghold, it will be very troublesome." The regicide raised objections.
"And money doesn't come from strong winds. If you can save a little, it will save the leader some trouble."
"I understand the truth, but why hasn't this projector started working? Why does it only emit white light?" Mephistopheles knocked on the projector.
"I think I can blow it up, maybe it will be better." W took out a small explosive bag.
The regicide looked at the two people who were incompatible with each other and felt very tired.
What the hell did I do to go on a mission with these two idiots?
ten minutes later.
After replacing a new projector, the picture was finally able to be displayed. The Kingslayer and Mephistopheles looked at the scene on the curtain, lost in thought.
W held the popcorn and felt that the popcorn was not crispy enough and wanted to pop it again.
"A medical warlock who can exchange places with the target...summon the spirit behind..." Mephistopheles said softly while looking at Valentine's performance in the image.
"This guy definitely has some secret... He shouldn't be so weak. Last time at Buttermore, he slaughtered nearly a hundred soldiers and killed the Avengers with a machete, but here... he acted too weak Yes." The regicide also spoke. The last time she disguised herself to negotiate with Valentin, the Regicide was fully prepared, fearing that Valentin would recognize her as having something to do with the Integration Movement. When she arrived at the negotiating table Previously, the Kingslayer's killer sense told her that Valentine was just an excellent medical warlock. The adaptability of Origin Stone skills might be excellent, but he would never be as good as her in other aspects. This puzzled her, and it was also the reason why she was sure to kill him with one blow.
Of course, the woman called the dragon was different. The regicide's instinct told her that she was very dangerous. If she fought alone, it would only be a 50-50 victory.
But when she saw this video, the Kingslayer knew that she had guessed wrong. She had underestimated these two people too much.
Valentine's move of transforming into a regicide was unheard of. As a senior killer, she had no idea what the Origin Stone skill was, and there was no similar spell in her memory. It's even possible that the weak feeling during the negotiation was deliberately pretended by Valentin, just to make her relax her vigilance.
The destructive power displayed by the dragon also exceeded her imagination. Every punch of the dragon fighting in the image was extremely powerful, and its endurance was also very long. Judging from the performance in the video, the regicide only has the weapon advantage in frontal combat and will be defeated within five minutes; if a sneak attack fails... there is only one outcome for the killer's failed sneak attack.
die.
Of course, she didn't regard the dragon as an opponent and asked the killer to fight with the warrior. Either the commander was mentally retarded or the killer didn't want to live.
The dragon was dealt with by someone else, like some idiot eating popcorn.
It would be better for her to just be a sneak attack nanny.
But the second half of the image also made him give up the choice of having a wet nurse.
Whose wet nurse can stand up to a berserker with a two-handed sword that is bigger than herself?
And the beating was back and forth, and in the end the berserker was hacked to death by the nanny? ?
Even through a screen, the cadres of the Integration Movement could feel the strong smell of blood coming from Valentine.
And the power shown by the last sword light that covered the sky.
"Another Avenger died."
Mephistopheles threw the crutch directly onto the table, and the projector was hit -1 HP.
"It's time to update our intelligence... There are too many secrets in this guy." The Kingslayer picked up the crutch that rolled in front of her and threw it to Mephistopheles. At the same time, he stood up and straightened the projector.
"Intelligence? The total information we obtained about this Waifan from Penguin Logistics, Chaolongshan, Extreme Network, and other intelligence dealers is only one piece of paper, and there are only a few useful sentences in it, which are almost identical. !”
Mephisto gritted his teeth viciously, and word after word came out of his mouth.
"Valentin, a Vaifan, left the Vaifan Alliance due to the war. During his escape, he showed extraordinary talent in Origin Stone skills. He was later absorbed by an unknown organization, most likely Rhine Life."
"Yes, that's all. He has no family, friends, likes and dislikes, etc. We don't even know what weaknesses he has. Hundreds of thousands of Longmen coins are just exchanged for a word."
"That's the price of intelligence."
The Regicide paid no attention to this matter.
"Last time in Buttermore, this time in Chernobog, this guy showed completely different fighting styles. He looked like two people."
"List him and the dragon woman as key targets. I have a hunch that when the plan is underway, these two people will definitely come out to cause trouble." The regicide gave the order.
"Tch, I'm obviously the commander." Mephistopheles was unhappy with the Kingslayer's tone.
"Well, when the time comes, you and your men will attack Chernobog, and I will watch from the sidelines." The Kingslayer looked at Mephistopheles with no emotion in his eyes.
Mephisto's face turned pale.
"Feel sorry."
"You guys are quarreling again..." W stuffed his mouth with popcorn and watched the two of them chewing it.
"This was just a friendly exchange between colleagues." The Kingslayer turned off the projector and left the room.
She had important things to do.
———————The Regicide flashes——————————
Valentine looked at the Rhode Island negotiator in front of him, his heart unmoved.
Why isn’t Kelsey the negotiator? Not Ami lv...ya? No matter how bad it is, Silver Gray Horn Peak will do, right? Why did you send Sister Zilan here?
Of course, Valentin didn't think Zi Lan was unattractive, he just felt that Zi Lan brought back some bad memories in his heart.
Bang, a black suitcase was placed on the table.
Valentine unzipped his zipper, and a white light blinded his titanium alloy dragon eyes.
"The leader of the preparatory action team A6, Zi Lan..."
SKIP, next.
"Preparatory Action Group A6..."
Next.
"Preparatory Action Group..."
Click, the phone screen is broken.
A howl spread throughout the neighborhood.
——This is how he feels now when he sees Zi Lan.
"Okay, Ms. Zilan. What did you mean by renting a clinic for infected people?" Valentin tried his best to get those bad memories out of his mind and pretended to be serious when talking to Zilan.
"In the next period of time, we will have a very special patient coming to Chernobog who needs professional medical equipment and medicines. The land aircraft carrier in Rhode Island is far away from here, and the patient's physical condition cannot Wait until he reaches Rhode Island for medical treatment."
"So you came to Chernobog?"
"That's right." Zi Lan nodded.
After hearing these words, Valentine knew who the patient was. Who else could it be besides the doctor? But to be honest in acting, Valentin still has to continue acting.
"It's just an infected person, why should the clinic not accept other patients during his treatment?" Valentin showed that this matter was strange.
Of course, he understood the real reason. Everything related to that doctor was normal no matter how strange it was.
"This is our secret." Zi Lan shook her head. "I'm sorry I can't tell you the truth."
"But I can assure you that the patient is indeed just an infected person, not a dangerous person or cargo. We just want to treat him. He is important to us."
"So..." Valentine took a sip of tea. "Someone or an organization is looking for that person, even if they don't hesitate to use force."
Zi Lan was silent for a long time and nodded.
"This is why Rhode Island came to you."
"You have five infected clinics under your command. The medical level of each one is at the forefront of Chernobog's medical technology, and you have hidden them all very well."
"We in Rhode Island have our own operators to protect the patient, so you don't have to worry about that."
"So, what about the price?"
Zi Lan handed Valentin a form, which detailed the various medicines and equipment needed by Rhode Island, as well as the patient's requirements after settling in, and finally indicated the price.
Looking at the string of numbers, Valentin couldn't help but admire: "What a generous move..."
"That patient is worth everything we give." Zi Lan nodded.
"The price is very good, and the request is reasonable." Valentine put the form aside and poured the cold tea into the storage bucket.
"But unfortunately, Ms. Zilan, we cannot provide you with any of the infected clinics on the form."
The corners of Zi Lan's eyes twitched very slightly.
"I want to know why, Mr. Valentine."
Her voice was full of incomprehension and questions.
"I am a casual person, Ms. Zilan. I find this matter very troublesome, even though the money is a lot."
"Dragon, see you off."
Looking at Zi Lan's retreating figure, Valentine sighed.
Don't blame me, Rhode Island, this is for your own good. If you don't go to Azazel, Herague won't join you, and Rhodes Island will lose a powerful six-star guard.
As for the operators who were later lost in the plot...Valentin thinks Herage is more important.
I hope that when I join Rhode Island in the future, I won’t be judged by others.
Valentin looked out at the scenery of Chernobog through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is spring now, and the trees and flowers have sprouted new buds. Many people are running for survival. The whole city is full of vitality. No one would have thought that a devastating disaster would come to this city in eight months. No one would have thought that Those gangsters they hate so much will become the first line of defense against disaster.
It's time to take action.
———————Valentine drinking tea——————————
In a hotel outside the city.
From the outside, this is a very ordinary hotel, with graffiti-painted exterior walls, some dilapidated and rusty doors, and a wooden front desk full of holes and pulp. The walls of the hotel lobby are covered with Ursus paintings. The girl at the front desk is playing with her mobile phone boredly, occasionally letting out a few laughs.
If you go to the second floor and open a certain door, you will find a house that is completely different from the scene downstairs.
The windows are closed here, and several cold light lamps emit a pale white light. There were colorful wires all over the floor and walls, and the chaos was enough to drive any electrician crazy. All kinds of equipment are placed in the house, which looks very messy. In the middle of the room, a Custer girl was sitting next to a freezer, staring intently at the people inside.
The person in the freezer was wearing a white hospital gown, and the exposed skin all over her body was as pale as her clothes. It is worth noting that the human lying in the freezer does not have any animal characteristics. The whole person looks extremely clean, like some kind of creature from ancient times.
With a heart-wrenching friction sound, the door to the room was opened, and the person who walked in was Zi Lan, who had left Valentin's office not long ago. She walked over to a table and slammed the portfolio onto the table.
"Miss Zilan?" The Custer girl's attention was attracted by the voice. She looked at the somewhat angry Zilan and asked, her voice as soft as cotton.
"I'm sorry, Amiya, for letting you see my current state." Zi Lan took a deep breath and smiled bitterly at the girl named Amiya.
"He...didn't he agree to our request?" Amiya's heart tightened when she saw Zi Lan's smile.
"Yes... the reward we offered was generous enough, but he still rejected us."
"It's precisely because he doesn't want to."
"Not willing?" Amiya didn't understand what she meant.
"Yes, there is no reason to refuse." Zi Lan put her elbows on the table and covered her face with her hands.
"What should I do, doctor..." Amiya looked at the people in the freezer, the light in her pupils dimmed, and her voice had a hint of crying.
"Calm down, Amiya. Even though he didn't agree, he still has other places to go."
"Although the conditions are a bit poor, we can only make do with the current situation."
Amiya's eyes regained their vitality, her ears twitched, and she looked at Zi Lan: "Where are you?"
"Still in Xicheng District, Azazel." Zilan said a name.
Amiya's heart sank suddenly.
Azazel.
Before coming to Chernobog, Rhode Island had conducted a detailed investigation and understanding of the city, and he also knew a lot about Azazel.
Chernobog has the longest history of the infected clinic, and it also has an extremely complex intelligence network. Its current attitude is not obvious, it is not biased towards any party, and it is in a neutral state.
But this infected clinic is much more dangerous than the ones under Valentine. The main reason is the owner of this clinic, Herage.
Herage's life can be called a legend: a general of the Ursus Empire army with more than 40 years of military service. He participated in several battles that were crucial to the Ursus Empire. He survived the great purge a few years ago, and He successfully retired from politics without provoking any retaliation.
That is to say, this kind of person will be discovered by others no matter how hard he hides himself. What is certain is that Azazel is definitely known to the Chernobog government. The clinic is on a tightrope, and any unnecessary action will push it to destruction.
Originally, Azazel was their last alternative, but now, for the sake of the doctor, they had to do this.
"When will we enter the city?" Amiya looked at the doctor in the cryocontainer and resumed her original state of a leader.
"The situation in Chernobog has been a bit tense recently, and it will be a week at the earliest." Zi Lan gave a result that Amiya did not want to hear.
One week……
"Can the doctor still hold on for that long..." Amiya was a little worried.
"Don't worry about this. We still have a lot of medicines brought from Rhode Island, which is enough for this week." The medical operator who had been silent on the side spoke.
"In this case, we will send the doctor to Azazel in a week. There must be no delay." Amiya nodded and gave the order.
"clear."
In the western part of Chernobog, a very ordinary community.
Anton was walking home with a pile of food in his arms. It is now 10 o'clock in the evening. For an experimenter, this is the most common time to get off work. When he used to work in the company, he returned home at 7 o'clock every day. Although he got off work late after arriving at the laboratory, Anton did not feel tired at all, but was very happy.
He just loves explosions.
Moreover, the working hours of the laboratory are usually at ten o'clock in the morning, so he has enough time to rest and will not feel tired. Normally, he would watch TV programs at home for a while before going to bed, but today he just wanted to go home and lie in bed as soon as possible.
The experimental team he participated in worked overtime for a month. They arrived at the laboratory before dawn every day and didn't get off work until midnight. Sometimes they would sleep directly in the laboratory just to complete the project as soon as possible.
Huangtian paid off. Just the day before yesterday, his experimental team finally completed the research project. A brand-new ratio and formula was developed. The power of the Originium explosive at the same equivalent equivalent was twice that of the old formula. So they get a rare break and don't have to stay up late at night.
Walking to the familiar door, Anton took out the key from his pocket, ready to open the door and end his happy day. At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Anton's shirt was instantly soaked with cold sweat. His whole body froze in place, his legs kept shaking, and his neck twisted back mechanically.
What caught his eye was a familiar face, and the long fiery red hair that was extremely conspicuous even at night.
Anton breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Don't be so scary every time you show up, okay? You will scare me to death." He removed the hand on his shoulder and turned to look directly at the Kingslayer.
"I need the results of your experiment."
The regicide showed no intention of making pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"How do you know our research is successful?" Anton found it incredible. This subject is kept secret, and no one except the laboratory personnel knows about it. Even Chernobog's government is not among the insiders.
"You don't need to know that."
The Regicide was tough.
Anton tilted his head and stared into the Kingslayer's eyes, trying to see something in her eyes. The Kingslayer's pupils were a deep red, as intense as fire like her hair.
Likewise, very beautiful.
Why is a girl with hair and eyes as hot as fire so cold?
Anton shook his head, took out his mobile phone and sent a document to the regicide.
"I sent you what you wanted."
The Kingslayer nodded and gave him a hug. Anton was so frightened by this sudden happiness that he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.
“To integrate the movement.”
The Kingslayer's voice reached his ears.
Anton was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile:
“To integrate the movement.”
Soon, the Kingslayer let go of him and disappeared into the night. Anton touched the Origin Stone bump on his wrist, waved towards the place where she disappeared, and turned to leave.
