Durin's Diary

Chapter 173 Blood-stained

When Fisher led his team to the scene, there was no one else in the entire park except the corpse.

The bastards in Building B were killed all over the floor. This was not surprising. Jason Kane, the best gunman in the Northern Kingdom at that time, once killed two secret police clearance teams in an alley with only three revolvers.

Later, as he grew older, he made many achievements in mathematics and humanities and was no longer the front-line leader in the Northernist camp.

Under His Majesty's care, the secret police and Northernism reached a tacit understanding that Jason was no longer the target of assassination by the secret police in exchange for his promise not to attack anyone again.

This oath was even completed under the witness of the original creator.

Not a bad ending for the exposed members of Northernism.

But today, everything is ruined.

Jason Kane lay dead on the bench, shot dozens of times and drained of blood.

But he had used up all the bullets in his three revolvers... He was so confident that he didn't even leave a single bullet for himself, as if he had already understood that this was his last battle and he was destined to die.

The nine young men in Building B were too confident. The number of people they killed together was not even as many as Jason killed in a year when he was young.

Before they die, they must be wondering why his gun is so accurate.

Because this was fed by hundreds of secret police at the cost of their lives.

Thirty years ago, in an era that can never be returned, Jason Kane and his gunmen have always been the most fierce northernist wandering souls in the northern land.

They dared to fight with the secret police in the streets and assassinate legendary nobles, exchanging life for life and blood for blood.

Fisher had been assassinated more than once, but fortunately he was lucky and the bullets never hit him.

The dwarf came over at this time: "I found some grains."

Fisher took a deep breath, followed the dwarf, and saw his junior lying on the ground.

This young man was brave and resourceful. Although his shooting skills were not very good and his mouth was a little talkative, Fisher always regarded him as his successor.

The secret police is His Majesty's sword. Fisher is old, with wrinkles on his forehead and his hands. Old age is no longer a distant future for Fisher, but a problem that needs to be faced urgently.

So, he needs a clean young man to be the new director.

This person must be loyal enough to Your Majesty and not be biased towards any prince.

This young man is a principled young man.

Unfortunately, he died too.

Fisher took off his coat and covered the young half-elf's face.

As for the jerk nearby who was hit in the back with an axe, he was Winston from the Churchill family... a traitor who was not worth mentioning, a villain.

Then he walked up to Professor Jason and squatted down, looking at the young man in front of him - Fisher was over ninety years old, and in his eyes, Jason was indeed just a young man.

He picked up his three guns for the young man and placed them one by one on his lap.

From today on, the secret police and Northernist assassins will have to work overtime all night, and everyone will face death.

Because the tacit understanding was broken, people who shouldn't have died died.

Every family member and descendant of a secret police officer will have to face the sharp edge of Northernism. This is revenge, and no one can blame or avoid it.

All this is just because you two bastards who grew up without a mother and have no family education at all. Your old father is not even dead yet, but you are already thinking about what will happen after you take the throne.

In Fisher's opinion, it is better to choose the fifth child than to choose the eldest or the second child, or the third or the fourth child.

His Majesty's first wife gave birth to two sons and then died in a Northernist assassination.

The second wife gave birth to two more sons and died of illness.

Then, His Majesty, who refused to accept his old age, had a fifth child with a half-elf.

This young man does not have the eldest and second brothers' madness for power, nor does he have the third and fourth brothers' heavy sense of responsibility for the country. He is a man who is only interested in making money and wants to live a good life for himself and his subjects.

He was very close to Duke Alkin, and both of them were smart people who knew how to make money.

It’s a pity that he is too young and has four older brothers, so it’s never his turn.

But if Fisher were to choose, he would definitely choose the fifth one.

"Boss, the wizard in charge of on-site reconstruction is here." The one who came over was Shawnee, another young man that Fisher had high hopes for. His nickname was Six Fingers - because he had six fingers on his left hand.

"Please ask him to come over," Fisher said, pulling a cigarette case from his pocket. "Also, after this is over... give Zaliang a decent funeral. The bureau must pay for his children's future education and living expenses. Six Fingers, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Yes, boss." Six Fingers nodded and ran towards the exit.

Soon, the red-robed mage arrived. He took a look at the scene and said, "It's a bit chaotic. To be honest, I don't have any confidence, but I heard that my brother died too, so I'll do my best."

"It's okay, I believe you. Your brother died for his country and deserves respect." Fisher comforted the middle-aged man.

Things have come to this point, he can't possibly go back to look for Du Lin and his girlfriend.

Not to mention anything else, Lord Karl Malone of the Mage Tower will definitely come to him. He is older than Ish, and now he is the only person in the world who can call Duke Ish "little brother", and Duke Ish can still call him "older brother" with a smile.

I haven't had enough of living by disturbing Mr. Du Lin and his girlfriend's sweet vacation.

Thinking of this, Fisher moved out of the casting distance.

At the same time, a subordinate under the name of Prince Kelar of Building B stood beside him. "He asked me to lend him Winston from the Churchill family. Now that everyone is dead, I don't know who to turn to. Anyway, when His Highness asked me, I had to tell him the truth."

The subordinates under the name of the Crown Prince who followed him had dark faces.

Fisher was not at all happy with the two juniors - your prince has not even become king yet, and you are already thinking about fighting for power and profit. You are not worthy.

The red-robed wizard quickly completed the reconstruction of the scene.

At the beginning, it was Jason Kane who was shooting at the nine assassins from Building B who were chasing him. Although the old man was also shot, the assassins died faster.

"I've always thought that Jason Kane's story was just an excuse you made up to cover up your incompetence. Now it seems that it's really not your problem. He's 54 years old and not even a mid-level transcendent, but his marksmanship is so good that the bullets are just short of turning." The second prince's subordinates laughed - the dead were not his people anyway, so he was happy to watch the fun.

But soon he could no longer laugh. When the last two people standing, Zaliang, turned their guns towards the empty space, Winston Churchill raised his gun and shot Zaliang.

Fisher smoked a cigarette butt.

My most promising child was lost in the most insignificant place.

(End of this chapter)