Durin's Diary

Chapter 132 Good Morning, Louis

Peck Nash finally found an unlocked window. The young man looked around and confirmed that there was a wall between him and the street. Then the young man disappeared - the next second, the young man appeared in the small building and sniffed the air.

The taste of blood.

He drew his revolver from his waist, walked up the steps and opened the door to the third floor.

Two unlucky guys died by the window, one with his head split open by a bullet and the other with his head split open by a hatchet.

interesting.

Peck Nash raised his head. In his field of vision, there were fallen figures and large areas of red in the space on the fourth floor.

Death is truly unrestrained.

………………

Du Lin came to the lynx cub. The boy was tied to the beam of the house. Not only was his nose and face bruised, but there were also many whip marks on his body.

"Yumi Salende." Dulin asked.

There were gunshots behind him, and it was obvious that Higgins was shooting the wounded man again.

The lynx cub's left eye was so swollen that it couldn't open. He squinted his right eye and looked at Du Lin: "I don't know you. Do you know Higgins?"

Standard Lynx slang with a slight northern accent.

Du Lin nodded and said, "Higgins, how about you come and meet him?"

"Let him die. I told him not to get involved with Northernism. Fabien was killed by his own stupidity. Now I really don't care about you, Yumi. You've killed too many people today." Higgins said as he walked up to Du Lin and pointed at the boy from the Irving family. "Look, they've come to our door."

"The Alvin family must pay with blood!" Louis covered the muzzle of the gun on his abdomen. Even though he was breathing out more than breathing in, his face still had a murderous look.

Du Lin was delighted and raised his gun. "The God of Vengeance has been so kind as to grant me this opportunity. When your mentor dies, you can reminisce about the past on the ferry across the Dead Sea."

After saying that, he pulled the trigger and the bullet made a hole in Louis' forehead.

Then he shot him twice more, one in the heart and one in the liver.

"Well done, damn it, this bastard!" The lynx cub opened his red lips and spat at the corpse.

At Dulin's signal, Higgins pulled out a dagger from his waist, stepped onto a chair, and cut the rope that tied Yumi - the big guys hung Yumi on the ceiling, and they couldn't cut the rope without the chair.

Du Lin looked around the room, considering the situation before finally reaching out and casting a healing spell on Yumi. "The Alvin family is large and powerful. Two people just left. They must have gone to the secret police headquarters. We must leave immediately. Is there still time to go?"

"My left leg is broken." Yumi struggled to sit on a chair. "They did say they would hand me over to the secret police. You should leave now. This is my karma."

"If you stay here, any non-pig secret police officer will be able to find Higgins through your connections. Your entire team will be in danger, and you won't be the only one to die." Du Lin said this, turning his attention to the fireplace. "I have a plan. It might be painful."

The method is simple. Use the transformation spell to transform the tools by the stove into props to fix the broken bones. Although it will be painful, it can at least allow the kid to stand up and walk a few steps.

"Is there anything more painful than me killing you?" Yumi said, panting and looking at Higgins: "Boss, I was wrong today. If you can't do it, just leave. Just don't leave me to those black guys."

He finished speaking with a smile.

The young people on this land are really courageous.

After Du Lin sighed, he looked at Higgins and hesitated: "Du Lin, what should we do?"

"A guest is coming, alone." Du Lin said as he pointed the gun at the floor.

Crossing the line of reality and illusion formed by the data, the uninvited guest downstairs raised his hands even though he could not see anything.

Come up, sir.

Du Lin spoke to the guest in a whispered manner.

It wasn't the secret police - if it were them, they would have rushed over like dogs by now.

Soon, the door was slowly pushed open, and Du Lin held down Higgins' hand that was holding the gun.

Du Linrang was stunned when the young man walked in. In his squinting eyes, the identity of the young man made Du Lin hesitate.

Peck 'Agent' Nash
Occupation: Level 7 Ranger/Level 11 Swordsman. You've leveled up again in just a short while. What a genius you are!

Yumi actually called out his name: "Mr. Peck!"

"It looks like your friends got here quicker than I did, which is reassuring." The young gentleman smiled and raised his hands.

Higgins turned to look at his younger brother: "How do you know him?"

"He led us to kill Robbie Irwin, the Half-Step Legendary boss." At this point, Yumi raised his head with an effort: "Mr. Peck, my leg is broken, you guys should leave."

"How can that be? I've prepared everything for you." The young man smiled and took out a... velvet dress from his pocket. It was very long. Du Lin took a quick look and found that the dress was even a little too long for Yumi.

But it’s good too, it can prevent the injured leg.

Higgins turned his head and looked at Yumi: "Does your mother know that you are having so much fun?"

Du Lin smiled and raised his hand to treat Yumi's face, eliminating the bruises on his face: "Yomi, change your clothes quickly and let Mr. Peck carry you away."

"I would never wear women's clothes!" The lynx cub made a sharp cry.

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Pushing open the back door of the small building, Du Lin walked out.

Higgins followed closely behind, looking at the small building behind him with some uneasiness: "Is that thing of yours really reliable?"

"Very reliable." Du Lin said as he showed Higgins the arcane remote control in his hand.

Mr. Peck, holding a rosy-faced lynx girl, lowered his head and made way for the door. He glanced at the door behind him and asked, "Do we really have to go this far?"

"Are we going to hand the scene over to the spellcaster, and then they will use scene reconstruction to find you all? It doesn't matter to me. I have declared to the God of Vengeance that they can't do anything to me. But what about you?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

"Okay." Mr. Peck quickly made a choice between trouble and relief.

Yumi was injured, and Peck wanted to take him away first. Higgins wanted to send Yumi out of Copenhagen, so in the end only Dulin came to the alley behind the cafe not far away, and climbed up to the third-floor rooftop along the rainwater pipe.

I found a cleaner spot, sat down and looked at the small building.

The second hand of the pocket watch in his hand turned eleven and a half circles, and Du Lin saw a Gintama parked in an empty parking space near the small building.

After using this vehicle, the secret police's reaction speed increased by at least twice.

This is what Higgins told Du Lin.

Du Lin deeply agrees with this - speed represents time, time represents life, this is correct.

Looking at the old man and his three subordinates on the Gintama, Du Lin smiled and pressed the detonator in his hand as the vehicle stopped.

The next second, flames burst out from several windows on the fourth floor of the building.

The silencer barrier lost its effect, and the sound of the explosion could be heard.

Various screams were heard from the cafe downstairs. A middle-aged man dressed like a wizard walked out of the second floor. He and his friends looked at the scene of the incident and did not notice Du Lin standing high behind them.

"I've only seen scenes like this in battles between mages before. You said this was the effect of a bomb, is that true?"

"It's true, times have changed, Li. It's technology that allows mortals to master powers that rival those of spellcasters. I had the honor of serving in the army of the Eastern Elf Territory, and they used this kind of technology to destroy the charges of the aliens and green orcs."

Durin smiled - everyone said that mages were at the forefront of civilization. They were born with an adventurous spirit and were more willing to embrace new things than anyone else, especially the little mages in the Eastern Elf Territory.

But they are still limited by the times, because people of this era would not believe that in the near future, science would enable mortals to master powers more terrifying than legendary spellcasters.

Machine guns would make a mage's Pyroblast pale in comparison; sniper rifles capable of hitting targets at two kilometers would make elven longbowmen pale in comparison; armored vehicles equipped with light machine guns would make the knights' charge look nothing compared to them, and artillery... this was the true king of war.

Not to mention the latecomers.

So, times have changed, gentlemen.

You are standing at the crossroads of history, still anxious about where civilization will go next, but you never imagined that the power of destruction is so close at hand.

(End of this chapter)