As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 123 Dead by Daylight

Xu Yan spent the entire afternoon deep in the garbage dump.

A total of five training cards were given out.

As the sun gradually sank into the horizon and the garbage dump was swallowed by dusk, he reached a detailed agreement with "Crazy Cat" Chris, and met all the backbone members of the Crazy Cat Gang and the more combat-capable strong men in the Buffalo Gang who were willing to work for the patrol or the Rolling Stone Club.

Just as he was stepping on the sewage that was as sticky as blood and was about to go back to find Long Jianhuan and Ms. Leiliana, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a squirming thing in the garbage pit in the distance.

It's "Buffalo" Bill.

The former overlord of this northern garbage dump is still alive?

Xu Yan walked over leisurely.

The burly man with thick skin and flesh like a bison turned into a bloody monster.

Besides having one of his eyes poked out by Chris, he also rolled down the garbage mountain, was covered in bruises and bled almost dry.

His limbs had also suffered severe blows, his hands and feet were twisted abnormally, especially the fracture of his left ankle. The sharp broken bones pierced the flesh and blood, and the white bone fragments were exposed to the air.

The extremely toxic and highly corrosive sewage seeped into the flesh and blood through the wound. In just half a day, the wound turned black and showed signs of corruption.

Such a tragic situation was obviously not caused by Chris alone.

Instead, it was those garbage bugs who were angry at "Buffalo" Bill who ganged up on him, beat him up, and left him here to die.

I didn't expect that his vitality was even stronger than that of a real bison.

It was dragging its shattered body and wriggling among the garbage dump like a crippled beast, searching for any hope of survival.

Sensing someone approaching, Buffalo Bill raised his head from the garbage dump, widened his swollen eye, and identified the identity of the visitor.

When he discovered that the person looking down at him was the disheveled outsider whom he had ignored more than a month ago, the indifference deep in his one eye finally collapsed, and a complex light burst out.

Hatred, pain, annoyance, regret, anger, and unwillingness.

All the negative emotions of humanity, like a torrent, violently conflicted in his one eye.

The two looked at each other.

"Buffalo" Bill had a steel bar as thick as a finger stuck in his neck, causing his throat to swell and making it impossible for him to speak.

Xu Yan didn't say anything either, but just silently assessed "Buffalo" Bill's desire to survive and physical condition.

He was somewhat surprised to find that "Buffalo" Bill actually showed signs of being a corpse-driver of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect and learning the introductory body-building techniques.

This guy, did he secretly learn his aerobics?

It's a pity that I didn't learn it all, no wonder I can't be a match for "Crazy Cat" Chris.

Xu Yan shook his head, sneered with contempt, and left the garbage dump without looking back.

This sneer turned the torrent in Buffalo Bill's eyes into a whirlpool.

The former overlord of the northern garbage dump struggled to pull up the corners of his mouth, but was unable to respond with the same sneer.

He stared at Xu Yan's back as he gradually merged into the darkness for a while, and was about to lower his head again to look for food scraps and relatively clean mud and water, trying to survive this long night.

Even if I could live one more day, or even one more second, it would be great.

Suddenly, the last rays of dusk's light reflected brightly on the garbage dump caught his attention.

That was where Xu Yan had just stood.

"Buffalo" Bill ignored his bursting wounds and used his hands and feet to crawl over.

He found an unusual, almost mint training card.

Buffalo Bill's pupils and heart contracted together.

Seeing that there was no one around, he clutched the training card in his palm, pressed it under his body, and gasped for breath.

well.

At least at this moment, he is not dead.

As long as you're not dead, you haven't lost.

He can still continue to fight against his own destiny and this damn world!

……

Dawn City.

Under the dim smog that has lingered over the city for more than half a century.

In a corner of the steel jungle, the Security Bureau's explosion-proof armored vehicles blocked the street.

Yellow warning lines printed with "No Entry" crisscross like a dragnet, surrounding an inconspicuous gray building.

The tough-looking heavily armed operator escorted the suspect wearing a black hood and a large amount of evidence onto a heavy explosion-proof vehicle equipped with reactive armor and a rotating turret.

An extended black sedan with a special license plate stood across the intersection like a ghost, blocking the way of the heavy explosion-proof vehicle.

Dark flames rolled on the surface of the stretched sedan, and the machine soul could explode at any time, turning into a flaming chariot from the past.

Director Hawke trotted and crawled to the front of the car and personally opened the door for the back passengers.

His bald head was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and he seemed more nervous than the other person.

"Mr. Blackrock, please listen to my explanation. We really didn't intentionally investigate Liming Heavy Industry!"

Without waiting for the back passengers to get out of the car, he began to explain in a panic.

Blackrock, who was wearing a black fur coat, narrowed his eyes and glanced at the gray building. He was somewhat surprised to see a large number of reporters squatting at the end of the street.

He raised his eyebrows, and when he turned back to Director Hawke, his eyes were filled with even more anger.

Then, without another word, he returned to the car and slammed the door shut, nearly pinching Chief Hawke's fingers.

"Mr. Blackrock, I have no idea how the reporter got here. I swear, it wasn't the Security Bureau who sent them here!"

Chief Hawke was anxious, clinging to the car window and said, "A few days ago, the Fort Rolling Stone patrol accidentally destroyed an underground laboratory and obtained some clues.

"We followed the clues and found this place, but halfway through the search we realized something was wrong. This black workshop that manufactures banned cards seems to be related to Liming Heavy Industries.

"I called you immediately, hoping to handle this matter according to your wishes, but I didn't expect the reporters to show up out of nowhere. Someone is deliberately trying to sabotage the relationship between the Security Bureau and Liming Heavy Industries!"

"Director Hawke, watch your words. What do you mean by 'seems to be related to Dawn Heavy Industries'?"

Blackrock stared straight ahead, his expression cold and indifferent. "Dawn Heavy Industry is the pillar of Dawn City, and the Blackrock family is a prominent figure in the Heroic Alliance. If there are truly greedy scum within the group who have committed illegal activities without our knowledge, we will naturally use the most drastic measures to thoroughly deal with them without the need for the Security Bureau to intervene.

"Of course, since the Security Bureau has already intervened, we will follow the laws of the Alliance and handle the matter impartially and severely.

"I just ask you to keep your eyes open. If you're going to investigate, get to the bottom of it. Bring the criminals to justice and clear the innocent completely. Don't act rashly, or you'll stir up a storm in Dawn City and even along the entire border. Do you understand?" "I understand, absolutely. This investigation is a complete misunderstanding. I don't believe Dawn Heavy Industries or the dignified Blackrock family are involved in the production of banned cards."

Director Hawke smiled widely, wiped his sweat, and vowed, "The work of the Security Bureau is inseparable from the strong support of Liming Heavy Industry. I promise to keep pace with your investigation progress at all times and handle this matter flawlessly!"

"Humph!"

Blackrock looked at the handprints left by Chief Hawke on the car window with some disgust and told the driver to close the window.

The Ghost sedan accelerated silently, almost crushing Chief Hawke's toes.

In the rearview mirror of the car, the servile Director Hawke and the messy investigation scene gradually disappeared into the distance.

Even when the car drove onto the main road, Blackrock was still furious. He slammed his fist hard and overturned a glass of bloody ice wine onto the expensive handmade carpet.

"Hawk, you pig."

His secretary ventured, "I don't know how he got to be the head of the security bureau."

Blackrock stared deeply at the secretary.

"Hawk is not a pig, but a smiling tiger. Anyone who takes him lightly will be gnawed to pieces by him at any time."

Blackrock snorted coldly, "He said something about exiling Long Jianhuan to Rolling Stone Castle to reflect on his actions. I think he did it on purpose. Everyone knows that Long Jianhuan is a mad dog he raised since he was a child. Maybe he deliberately allowed this mad dog to tear apart our underground laboratory in Rolling Stone Castle."

"what?"

The secretary became nervous. "You mean, Director Hawke has set his sights on Liming Heavy Industries? Does the Security Bureau have such a big appetite?"

"Of course not under normal circumstances, but in Dawn City right now, it's hard to say..."

Blackrock stretched out his slender fingers and tapped his temple lightly.

The Ghost car drove into the tunnel.

Dawn City's mines have dried up, its finances have deteriorated, and only one-third of the lights in the tunnels are on.

He kept switching between light and darkness, and only the quail egg-sized gem on his index finger was always emitting a dim red glow.

"This guy is too dangerous."

Blackrock concluded, "We can't let him continue to act crazy and stupid in Dawn City."

"receive."

The secretary immediately said, "I'll arrange for someone to kill him right away!"

Blackrock glanced at the secretary with a very strange look.

"Do you know what you're talking about? We're law-abiding citizens. How can we openly discuss killing the director of the Security Bureau in public?"

Blackrock said, "What I mean is, find someone to lobby for it and have a good talk with Chief Hawke. If he's willing, we can help him get a promotion and transfer him to a safer and more promising city."

"My subordinate understands."

"That's good to hear. Now that you've become my secretary, you have to change your bad habit of always calling for violence and killing. We're legitimate businessmen, not born killers!"

"What if Chief Hawke disagrees?"

"Don't be too blatant, though. In this world filled with the remnants of the old souls, countless accidents happen every day. Do you understand?"

The secretary hasn't responded yet.

The driver in front couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Blackrock was slightly startled.

Suddenly I discovered something very strange.

The tunnel got longer.

The tunnel that used to take only one and a half minutes to drive out of took at least three minutes today, but I still didn't see the light of the exit.

I don't know when the light at the top of the tunnel went out completely.

They seemed to be swallowed by darkness.

I couldn't hear or see anything going on in the lanes to the left and right.

Blackrock's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously wanted to activate the seal card.

There was a sharp pain in my wrists, elbows and shoulders.

Looking down, he found that the wriggling black silk, like a living plague, spread all the way from the driver's seat to his feet.

It then snaked up his legs, embedding itself into his flesh, entwining his tendons, and hijacking his nerves.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck."

The secretary beside him let out a strange groan.

Blackrock turned his head and saw that the secretary's body was covered with thousands of sharp black hairs as sharp as needles.

There are hundreds of densely packed holes in the two eyeballs and the brain tissue behind them, enough to cause intensive phobia.

This secretary is a veteran spirit master who has experienced many battles.