abnormal mutation

Chapter 122 Slaughter and Confiscation of Property
Roland took off his coat, which was covered in blood and dust, and put it back on. He suppressed his spirituality and leaned against the shop entrance, pretending to be badly injured.

By eliminating the enemy's spies and sending Charles and the others away, the night watchman would be unaware of the battle's progress and unable to ascertain his strength. Coupled with his extremely simple attire, it would be easy to mistakenly believe he was no ordinary person.

Seriously injured, alone, and carrying a huge sum of money... all the elements are there.

The old man finally understood his intention, his expression worried, and he hesitated to speak.

At that moment, a flurry of footsteps sounded outside, and a dozen men in black uniforms swarmed in, each armed with a gun, surrounding the shop and courtyard.

A large crowd of onlookers had gathered further away. They weren't fearless; they were simply looking to see if there was anything to gain.

The lead night watchman carefully examined the "injured" man at the door and immediately spotted the green thing in his pocket. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the messy courtyard, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you rob a bank in the market? Drop your weapon immediately, cover your head and lie down, or you'll be shot dead." He felt that even hesitating for a moment was disrespectful to money.

"Who else could it be but you!" The night watchman's voice was loud, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him. "How dare you! I deal with several batches of people like you every year."

"I was saving people!" Roland urgently defended himself, turning to look at the old man and giving him a subtle wink.

The old man understood, and with his grandson's help, he walked to the door, his expression perfectly conveying, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! He was helping us..."

"Shut up! You're actually protecting a villain. It seems you're all in cahoots." The night watchman shouted, interrupting the old man, his tone fierce.

Roland's lips curled into a smile. The plan was working!
It’s better for a stupid person to have a sudden inspiration than for a bad guy to rack his brains!
He communicated via telepathy: 'Mandy, notify the Chamber of Commerce that... someone wants to kill me.'

'receive. '

Is there a more plausible excuse than someone trying to double-cross someone and kill a member of the Chamber of Commerce?
Now it depends on whether the Chamber of Commerce is willing to take this opportunity to cause trouble.

Roland, of course, would not reveal his identity, but instead continued to escalate the conflict: "The night watchmen of the Thistle Merchant Guild accept bribes, sell intelligence, and disregard the lives and deaths of merchants."

Now that I've apprehended the robbers, you're accusing me of robbery? Do you still intend to seize my tens of thousands of German dollars for yourselves?

The night watchman, who had just been envisioning how to divide the money, was struck dumb upon hearing this. His pupils constricted, his expression froze, and his eyes were filled with shock.

The onlookers, accustomed to the darkness of the world, were not filled with righteous indignation, but rather somewhat bewildered. They knew about the Upside-Down House, but were unaware of its connection to the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild.

But they quickly put that question aside and focused their attention on the tens of thousands of German dollars. Many people secretly swallowed hard; the number was quite enticing.

"You're talking nonsense!" The night watchman realized that the other person knew too many secrets and dared not let him continue. "Kill him."

"Bang bang bang-"

A barrage of gunfire echoed through the black market, causing wooden walls and doors to crackle and splinter, sending splinters flying everywhere.

But the entrance was completely empty; there was no one there!

Roland stood stealthily at the doorway, watching the bullets glide past his intangible body without causing him any harm.

Unless you use a magic-piercing bullet, or the bullet has extraordinary abilities, you can't hurt him at all.

He stealthily moved to the back to prevent them from escaping: "Kill them all!"

"Bang bang bang-"

Mandy had long been unable to contain herself. She swung the gun and fired repeatedly, six long bullets tearing through the air and night, whistling almost imperceptibly, towards the lead night watchman.

At the same time, Shire, Drake, and the two wolves appeared out of nowhere behind the crowd.

The battle situation suddenly changed, catching everyone off guard. The night watchman felt a chill run through him and hadn't even figured it out when the crisis struck.

With no time to dodge, he shouted as the three bullets that were about to hit him exploded one after another. At the same time, he twisted his body to avoid vital organs like his heart.

Bang! Clothes tore, a bloody crater appeared on his chest, and a deformed bullet was embedded in the broken bone.

Before he could even feel relieved, two bullets struck in quick succession, piercing his chest cavity, shrapnel tearing his heart apart, and blood gushing out like a fountain.

The captain fell to the ground, but the other night watchmen were already too busy to help themselves. The steel warhorse leaped several meters, crashing into the crowd with the force of Mount Tai, piercing through several living bodies like skewers of meat with each thrust of its spear.

A black wolf, nearly three meters long, transformed into a black terror, roaming among the crowd, its sharp claws slashing through people in two.

Drake stood calmly on the periphery, throwing a spinning axe, and the battle was over. He could only click his tongue in exasperation and look at the crowd of onlookers behind him.

The crowd, who had just been eyeing the people with greedy looks, were so frightened that they retreated in fear.

Of the dozen or so night watchmen, only the captain's body was relatively intact; the others were scattered all over the ground, which was a dark red patch with rising heat. Bones, flesh, internal organs, and other debris were spread across the ground.

In the darkness, the flowing blood reflected the flickering lights, creating a scene straight out of hell.

A gentle breeze carrying moisture swept by, bringing with it a strange, pungent stench of blood that reached people's noses, causing many to gag.

"You all heard and saw it. My master was wronged and was forced to fight back." Drake stood in front of the crowd, spreading his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The atmosphere was tense; the onlookers were consumed by greed, unwilling to stay but also afraid to leave.

Roland instructed Drake to keep them calm while he quietly appeared at the Upside-Down House. Retaliation and killing were acceptable, but looting would damage the business empire; it was best to do it secretly.

He looked around carefully and found only four people in the shop: a shop manager, a guard, and two employees. The shop manager and the guard were extraordinary individuals.

With a flick of his left hand, he drew a longbow, nocked an arrow, and four blood-red arrows shot out silently, flashing through the air and piercing the heads of the four men in succession.

After launching the attack, he inevitably lost his invisibility and was exposed to reality, but no one saw it. Before the others could even turn their eyes, he completely lost consciousness.

He didn't use the "Stealth" trait; that was reserved for powerful enemies, and these trash weren't worthy of it.

'Hehe, I like crushing victories.' Ordinary low-sequence extraordinary beings can hardly trouble him anymore.

With the high-end combat forces of both sides estimated to be arriving soon, he had no time to hesitate and began to plunder the spoils of war. Anything extraordinary, gold, or coins that could be brought into the spirit world was packed into the chessboard.

There were quite a few items, but they were mostly low-sequence items and not particularly valuable.

Roland felt something was amiss, so he went into stealth mode and checked from the top floor down, going through walls and cabinets to see if there were any hidden compartments.

Sure enough, he found a hidden metal box behind the second-floor shelf. It was about a foot square and a dozen centimeters thick, with a magic circle drawn on it that could block spiritual detection. If one could not pass through the wall, it would be difficult to find.

Not having time to check, he violently pulled the money box out and continued his search, eventually finding a secret room in the cramped basement.

The metal door gleamed faintly, firmly blocking his path, as did the top; even in his invisible state, he couldn't pass through. However, the walls of the secret chamber were made of stone, capable of stopping others but not him.

He first constructed a suit of golden armor from divine metal, then entered a state of invisibility and circled around to the side into the secret chamber.

As soon as he entered, a terrifying and chaotic spiritual tide forced him out of his invisible state, shattering his mental barrier instantly.

'A sealed artifact?!'

It was completely dark inside, and waves of frenzied spiritual energy assaulted his soul and mind. Fortunately, his divine golden armor and mental barrier helped him withstand most of the pressure, and the remaining impacts were not enough to break through his resistance.

The Golden Eyes were activated, and two magical items came into view.

He didn't have time to examine it closely; his golden hand reached out, grabbed it, and tossed it into the spirit realm chessboard to seal it away. The liquid divine metal was being consumed rapidly, losing a kilogram in just a short while.

Get rich!
I'm not afraid of strong negative effects, I'm afraid of low levels, otherwise I won't be worthy of my equipment reforging device.

He quickly searched again and found a key and a mysterious item on the shopkeeper. After confirming that nothing was missing, he hurried back.

Because fighting has already broken out over there!

(End of this chapter)