Chapter 149 A fight
Watson spent the next few days repeating the boring life of hospital, dormitory and underground hall. He could only sleep for two or three hours in the evening every day.
But he didn't feel too obvious fatigue from staying up late every night. Perhaps it was the effect of the 30 ml of extracted nectar he drank late every night. The vitality contained in the thick, light golden drink was enough to relieve most of his fatigue. Tired from work, his heart only needed two hours of light rest to continue beating vigorously, supporting him to continue working at night.
Of course, it is more likely that because the job of acting as Clovette's assistant is so easy, Watson even found time to learn a little bit of the Fucino language, also known as the language of dryness.
Thanks to the high similarity between Fucino and Latin, his learning progress was very fast, and he could already read the hidden world classics written in Fucino, and he also learned about it. Lots of hidden world knowledge.
Watson now knows that there is an antagonistic relationship even between Sichen, just like the opposition between Colonel Sichen/Scar Tribune of the Blade and the Lionsmith... However, he has never known why the two are antagonistic.
He now also knows the information about the first three areas of Mansu, knows that behind the Pure White Gate are the Wise Knight's Cabin and the Orchard of Light, and also knows that behind the Stag Gate are the River in the Painting and the Stairs of Blades, but he still has I haven't found a suitable opportunity to embark on the dream journey again.
However, the inner secret nature is steadily improving, and will soon reach the limit that can be achieved at the first level, and then continue to advance to the next level.
However, even the seemingly enlightened Crossroads Order will not easily grant second-level forbidden knowledge to its followers. Even your voluntary application will be rejected. You must have certain merits before the Order will allow you. Application for further education.
And this achievement obviously does not include voluntary work for the hospital without any compensation, but refers to those more dangerous illegal activities.
In the words of Nello Bacchus - Sir, this is not that Mr. Winfrey is deliberately making things difficult for you. This is also the rule that has been in place since the establishment of the Order. After all, those secret resources are also the secret resources of other members who have gone through many hardships. It took a lot of hard work to get it, but if it was given casually, wouldn't it mean that all their sweat and blood would be in vain? Then who would want to go out to perform those dangerous tasks in the future? Everyone would think that they only need to hide in the underground hall and work peacefully, waiting for others to retrieve further secret transmissions.
Watson also nodded understandingly, and then asked Nello if there were any dangerous tasks that he needed help with recently, and he just needed to use blood and killing to practice the code of the blade.
As expected, Nero responded quickly, saying that there will be an operation tomorrow night, and sir, you can also participate.
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It's night, it's windy and snowy.
In such a cold night, the sailing ship and tobacco tavern were still in full swing. The falling snowflakes rushed towards the glass windows that leaked dim light, trying to soak the thin glass with the cold frost, but in the The shouts and curses were heard and the cheers dropped.
The cold wind only feels that it is being treated indifferently... On such a cold night, you mortals are still gathered inside this tavern instead of curling up in bed to resist my blow? ! Do you look down on the wind too much? ! ! !
Then suddenly a gust of wind blew open the thin wooden door of the sailing ship and tobacco tavern. The old door panel covered with knife marks and bullet holes immediately let out a squeaking scream and shivered open, letting the icy cold wind Rude intrusion.
The cold night wind roared wantonly, sweeping back and forth in the tavern that was filled with the smell of alcohol, nicotine and sweat, blowing out seven candles, overturning three cards, knocking over two dice, and arousing a wave of anger. There were wailings of curses and sounds of joy.
The gambler with rosacea who had just opened the dice cup looked at the chaotic dice numbers under the cup and couldn't help but cursed angrily: "I obviously got three sixes, why did it become two sixes now?!"
The gambler who was about to start a killing spree had just thrown out the cards in his hand when he saw a strong wind blowing and blew his two cards that were about to reach the greasy table to the ground, "Farke! Where is my queen card?" ! Why is it missing?
The Mediterranean gambler who was about to lose his pants happily smiled and said: "Hey, you blew this card to the bottom of the stage. Who knows if you are planning to change the cards below, this one does not count. , let’s play the next one.”
"Fake, your mother, I changed some shitty cards, why doesn't this count? I'm a pair of fucking queens!" The rosaceous gambler who had just picked up the cards threw the cards on the table in anger and put his palms on the table. The two people sitting on the table shouted angrily: "Pay the fuck right now, don't think about making excuses to refuse the bill!!!"
"Pay?" The Mediterranean gambler looked at the few pound coins he had left on the table, his eyes rolling, and then he immediately stood up and cursed: "Pay your mother!!! God knows you kid Did he squat under the table to change the cards? Hey, Martin, I doubt that this kid was doing some tricks just now!"
Martin is the security guard of the Sailboat and Tobacco Saloon, also known as the ring guard. He is responsible for maintaining order in the tavern's gambling industry, such as beating up losers who refuse to pay and searching those gamblers who may be out of pocket. guest.
As soon as he heard someone calling his name, he immediately put down his beer glass, took off his coat to reveal a sweater bulging with muscles, walked over fiercely, and shouted in a voice that he thought was extremely majestic and oppressive. road:
"Which blind guy dares to cheat in the tavern that I, Martin, am in charge of?!!! You are simply looking for--"
boom!
Before Martin could fully utter his threatening words, a whirling projectile shot out of the darkness outside the open door, accurately hitting his forehead and easily penetrating his forehead bone. The copper bullet was in the thin air. The brain was rolling and swimming freely, splashing out gray and red liquid playfully.
The sound of gunpowder exploding was still reverberating in the narrow and crowded tavern, and several more gunshots rang out outside the door. This time, the targets were the strong men sitting near the bar, who were about to take out their firearms and fight back. Men.
There were three more crisp and tiny cracks of bones. The security guards of the tavern had already fallen down with their eyes wide open before they even took out their short guns from their belts. Only the old bartender who had experienced many battles quickly fell down. The thick bar counter was used as a cover to temporarily save one life.
Before the gamblers had time to let out deafening screams, the oil lamps in the tavern had exploded with a bang, and the broken glass was mixed with burning oil and splashed. The gambler closest to the oil lamp was really unlucky, causing the still-flaming oil to splash and roll to the ground wailing and screaming.
In the sailboat and tobacco tavern, which suddenly became dark, only the faint light leaked out from time to time due to the rolling of the burning gamblers, reflecting the figures of the two masked gangsters, but this moment of brightness also followed the gamblers. The flames on his body went out and became completely dark.
The timid gamblers were already crying and running out of the pub while some of the bold gamblers groped quietly and picked up a few handfuls of banknotes and coins before squatting down and leaving with satisfaction. .
When the other gang members living upstairs heard the big commotion, they picked up oil lamps, picked up their spears, and ran down the stairs. However, the light source in their arms could not only illuminate the chaotic environment inside the tavern, but also It can also illuminate their own form.
The moment they stepped onto the first floor and their bodies were completely exposed, the attackers who were already hiding in the shadows of the corner of the tavern opened fire at the same time in tacit agreement, beating the quick-acting rescuer into a sieve of flesh leaking blood and intestines.
The fallen oil lamp also exploded, and bright yellow flames filled the stairs, preventing other gang members from going downstairs.
But the clever gang members jumped from other passages to the road, quietly hiding in the shadows and heading towards the tavern, vowing to kill these damn attackers here and use their blood to wash away the Burton Brothers Gang. Shame!