Longmen Memoirs

"similar?"

Texas was silent for a while and replied: "...I might kill them and then remove their family from Syracuse."

The family will eliminate any risk that may pose a threat.

Just maybe is enough. For such a small force, they have no say in front of larger forces. In Syracuse, the law of the jungle has always been the universal law here.

"Wow, so cruel?" Snake exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Then you, if it's you." Texas asked calmly. She didn't use a questioning tone, but her slightly curious eyes fell on the back of the driver's seat.

The prerequisite for building trust between people is understanding, and language is the most convenient way, bar none.

"What I said...you saw it, I didn't kill them because they said they were businessmen."

The snake said so.

If it were in the past, he would probably have given the same answer as Texas. No, he might have done it more thoroughly than Texas said. Yes, he would do it because he had the need to do so.

"...However, even if they really have other ideas, they won't be able to catch up for a while." Snake said and turned his head with a smile.

Texas was stunned.

"Did you do something wrong?"

"Hey, don't say that. Everyone could see clearly when the engine started. In fact, there was nothing wrong with their car."

"Then you still..."

Texas suddenly understood something. She understood why the faces of the three people were so ugly, because the man named Snake in front of them had tricked them.

They wanted to take action but were afraid, thinking about retaliating later, but now it seemed they had no chance.

She couldn't help but feel a little funny in her heart. I think those three guys must be filming the car that actually broke down and scolding them angrily.

Bad stuff, Texas thought.

"I was kind enough to help them repair the car. It feels good to have made a fortune for nothing. There are good people in Syracuse."

When Texas heard him sigh like this, it was sincere, but it couldn't help but make people feel a little ironic.

Texas didn't say anything else. The girl just stared out the car window in a daze. The sunset in Syracuse slowly sank at the end of the horizon. Her deserted side face was reflected in the car window. She stared at the sunset outside the window in ecstasy. When the bleak dusk falls in her eyes, people suddenly feel that there is a touch of enthusiasm in those cold eyes, and they gradually return to calm as the light fades.

A long drive will eventually feel boring. Even if the scenery outside the window changes from time to time, it will still make you tired as time goes by.

Snake would occasionally say a few words to Texas.

She usually answers, but sometimes she chooses to remain silent.

Her answer was the same as her character, short and monotonous. The car was bumpy and the night was coming. When the snake looked back for the last time, the girl had fallen into a deep sleep.

She curled up slightly and clutched her shoulders tightly.

She seemed a lot gentler when she calmed down, perhaps because of her cold eyes, the lines on her face looked a little softer at this time.

The car stopped.

They failed to reach Valento at the scheduled time.

The door opens and closes.

The night sky in Syracuse has sparse stars, which are not very bright.

Chen Mo leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.

The smoke drifted away with the cool night wind, and within a few meters the traces could no longer be seen clearly. The remaining temperature of the car engine quickly cooled down during the night, and the faint howl of beasts could be heard coming from a very distant direction.

The girl in the car never believed in him, he could see that.

The suddenly quiet night reminded him of the battlefield in Kazdaele, with howitzers roaring and charging traps, so he walked into the deserted streets of the city with blood and flesh mixed with smoke and war. Under the gaze of a pair of uneasy and accustomed eyes, one building after another A city changes hands and changes its flag.

Negotiating, escaping, chasing, but most of the time still on the battlefield, usually at night, but also during the day [-

At that time, he was not as leisurely as he is now. He worked very late, and sometimes he had to rush to the battlefield as soon as he put down his pen. After executing the fleeing forces and nobles, he didn't even have time to wipe away the blood before he had to pick up the pen again.

War is a quagmire that makes people exhausted.

He never had a good night's sleep. Sometimes he would wake up after squinting for a while, thinking that he had forgotten something. He would call Mud Rock's name, and the adjutant would usually come over soon to report on the day's work.

From the Eastern Front to the Western Front, from the border to the central battlefield, there is no time to stop or even have a hot meal. There are loopholes everywhere, and people need to fill them everywhere. Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, this This war may not be so difficult to win. In their opinion, this outsider stole a high position in Kazdaele, at least his life should not be so bad.

Sometimes, even he himself felt that what they preached was so evil, as if he had really lived a certain kind of aristocratic life.

He has always been cautious, and even more so after becoming the leader of Li Ting. He is afraid that he will make a wrong decision and cause Li Ting to be in trouble. He is also afraid that because of his unfamiliarity with war, more people who should not die will die here. People pay with their lives.

Becoming a leader is not easy, especially in war.

Assassinations are nothing more than trivial matters. Invisible conspiracies and unknown trends are what really embarrass people. However, the Tower of Babel emphasizes its inclusiveness. However, most of the troops and supplies come from members of the parliament who have defected to the Tower of Babel and powerful factions from various places.

He had to find ways to ensure the supply of supplies outside the court, and sometimes even had to take them to the battlefield in person to raid the enemy's supply storage locations. It was common for him to be impeached in Parliament for this.

He doesn't know how to fight, as he said to Li Ting, he has never experienced a large battlefield, and has never directed a real war from the perspective of a commander, but there are outstanding people in the Tower of Babel. Generals have excellent scouts. Kazdare's long-term war and mercenary system have allowed them to cultivate a large number of middle and low-level commanders. The mercenaries are familiar with weapons, squad tactics, and battlefields.

Therefore, he knew his position very well, what he should do, what he should do when leaving the court, the stability of the rear, the supply and judgment of intelligence, raids in small-scale wars, even assassination and beheading tactics, and even interception of communications and reconnaissance. He was very good at being rebellious and cleaning up the outside forces and people who were investigating, but of course he was hated by others for it.

No one wants to have such an organization and such a person, unfettered, like a ghost appearing wherever they live at any time, and may kill them at any time.

Especially after the war is over, no one wants them to exist.

The doctor's opinions are always timely, and he also does a good job. The generals perform their duties, and Theresia acts as a check and balance. It is not easy to win this war, but after the victory, what remains of Kazdaele after the victory? Where should the large number of nobles and the materials needed for reconstruction come from? After losing their biggest enemy, who should those people target? These reasons are very clear.

It is not that there are no people in Kazdale who really want this land to prosper, but more people, no, it should be said that many people understand that the benefits obtained will not make people willing to let go.

So he killed many people, confiscated their property, and before the war was truly over and the army and mercenaries were mobilized, he cleared out a large number of underground black market strongholds in Kazdaele, thus offending many people involved. .

He had already predicted the outcome.

But as long as Theresia remains the Thearesia that Sakaz thinks she is, the royal courts will not dare to rebel, the war will be completely over, and everything can have a new beginning.

He never thought that he was unfair. If it weren't for Theresa's trust, he wouldn't have been able to go that far and do things he couldn't even imagine. But he didn't intend to do this, and Kazdel would have to face him next. They faced more difficulties, domestic and foreign, revival and embarrassment, which were no easier than war. Fortunately, they had a good monarch, Theresa was a good monarch, not to mention, she already had a "future".

After all, Sakaz's problems need to be faced by themselves, and the same is true for Victoria. No one can guarantee eternal stability, and no one is always indispensable.

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"It's been almost a day and there's still no result?!"

In the manor, the smell of incense mixed with cigars is a common feature of the Syracuse family. Of course, the same is true for the black top hat, black suit and white gloves.

"Chief, we were about to catch that guy, but a man appeared out of nowhere and rescued her. His move was too fast, and suddenly a wall of fire ignited. After we rushed over, people were , the person has disappeared."

The man below replied tremblingly. He was still wrapped in bandages and stained with blood, and there were burn marks on his coat. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"What are you talking about? One person, just one person, can make dozens of you look down on him and take him away from you right under your noses!"

The leader roared loudly.

"...Yes." The person below lowered his head.

"What does it look like?"

"D-I didn't see clearly." The subordinate stuttered. Looking at the gloomy face of the leader above, he hurriedly said: "Looking at the figure, he looks like a man."

"that's it?"

"Just, that's it."

"You want me to find a man whose face I don't even know, is that what you mean, Charles?" the leader asked in a low voice.

"No, I just..."

"……Understood."

"Now tell me again, what clues do you have?" the leader took back his hand and asked.

"The murderer was seriously injured. I can guarantee that they will go back to find a doctor, otherwise she won't be able to survive."

"Very good, Charles, then follow this line to check, go to the city to check, and find out all the movements of every doctor and clinic in the past two days."

"But... the municipal government." Charles said hesitantly. "If we do this..."

"This is not breaking the rules. The family member died in an assassination. If we can't find the murderer, this will be a big deal. It will be a shame that can never be washed away in the history of the family. Our reputation will plummet, and the entire family will be reduced to Syracuse’s joke, I want to find the murderer and crush her to pieces in front of the leader’s tombstone with my own hands!”

"But that's the guy after all, Rapp..."

"You didn't understand what I meant?"

"I understand." Charles replied hurriedly: "I'll go right away."

Charles walked out of the manor, and his men leaned close to him.

"Boss, do we really want to find it? How can we find it? And that person, that white wolf..."

"What else? You want to be expelled from the family, damn it, *Greetings from Syracuse*."

Charles looked back at the manor: "Who doesn't know that he is the happiest person now that the leader is dead? If you ask me, he just wants to kill us in this way, maybe... tut."

He ultimately didn't voice that idea out loud.

"Then we..."

"We will not sit still and wait for death. I will take people to find the doctor in the city. You take a few brothers to contact Patrick's people and say that the family needs a new leader."

"Boss, you do."

"The family does not need waste, but the family does not need ordinary people."

Chapter 6 The Man Called Snake

Texas slowly opened his eyes.

The thin fog in the early morning accompanied the sunlight shining into the car from the car window. He was covered with a thin blanket with residual warmth, and his eyes subconsciously swept across the car.

The front driver's seat was empty.

Texas looked up and looked out of the car. The car was parked on a cold street. There were sparse people on the street, walking in a hurry, and the early morning mist had not yet dissipated.

This is Taranto, the territory of the Trillin family, a satellite town of White City, and Texas recognizes the bell tower hidden in the mist in the center of the town.

She saw no sign of the snake.

Texas tried to get up from the back seat, but her movement affected the injury, making the girl frown slightly. She lowered her head and looked at the bandaged wound, which showed faint traces of blood seepage.

There was a knock on the car door from outside.

The voice attracted Texas' attention. She subconsciously made a defensive posture, but after seeing the face outside the car window, she was inexplicably relieved.

Snake stood outside the window, as if he had just withdrawn his hand. He raised the paper bag in his hand and shook it.

The driver's door was opened, accompanied by the chill of the morning.

"I bought you some food, bean cakes, tripe buns, and those other things. The names are very convoluted. The boss said they tasted pretty good. You know I don't speak Syracuse very well. land."

As he spoke, he unfolded the paper bag and took out a cup of coffee. The aroma of food spread to the tip of his nose, and Texas stared at the paper bag in his hand dissatisfied.

"This cup of coffee is mine," he said, and handed Texas the paper bag from behind.

Texas didn't pick it up, even though she was really hungry.

"What's wrong? Regular intake of energy is a must. This is what a weird Sarkota told me."

"where did you go?"

Texas' voice was slightly hoarse and weak, and her injuries were far from being healed.

"This question again?"

Watching Texas stare at her, that gaze was undoubtedly telling him that she wanted to know the answer.

"Alright alright."

He was a little helpless.

"Let's go sell some food and inquire about information. We have to go north and we have to know the road conditions ahead. The local messenger is much more reliable than ourselves in this regard." Snake explained: "Taranto has a special messenger channel and complete system procedures, although not very big.”

Contrary to what most ordinary people think, it is extremely difficult for logistics companies to have any development outside the country of registration. Even if the transit is legal, most civil logistics company business will be transferred to local partners or government messenger agencies. After all, information is transferred The cost of establishing a stable link is not low. Of course, this is only on the surface. Occasionally, messengers will also undertake some private work, or in popular terms, it is called a gray industry. The price is more expensive than on the market, but it is equally reasonable.

"By the way, I also got you a new legal identity, because we need to go through the immigration formalities later, go to Leitania, and then bypass the buffer zone and enter Ursus."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of identification from his coat pocket, as if to indicate that he was not lying, and put it between the fingers holding the paper bag.

"Are you familiar with this?" Texas asked.