Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

There were two figures standing on the iron frame next to them, wearing black night clothes and holding longbows. The man and woman both had blue hair, and half of their faces were blurred in the shadows, but they were Qingjin of the Wuzhou League.

"I won't be scared by you two now. If it was a few years ago, I wouldn't even dare to look at you... But what I've experienced is unimaginable to you two. As for you two, I suggest you leave quickly. Leaving this city will be good for your life safety. Even if the salary is high enough, there is no need to sell your life."

Xinteleya still didn't even look at them, completely ignoring them. This made the two Qingjins become suspicious and didn't dare to act rashly.

"Have you suddenly become so powerful? But I don't think you can kill us all at once. You are alone and helpless now. If we kill you here, who will know?"

Roy calmly spoke to test the water. The two of them were originally going to carry out a mission for the Chamber of Commerce today, but on the way they met a small member who had defected a few years ago. He remembered it very clearly because he had personally assigned an important mission to the other party.

"I'm also curious, can this gentleman answer a question for me? If I kill both of you here, who would know?"

"!!!!!!!!!"

A deep voice sounded behind them. The sudden excitement almost made the two jump up. They turned their heads in panic and saw a slender black knight standing silently only one meter away from them. There was no movement, not even the sound of breathing, just like a dead object.

As a killer, if someone approaches them at this distance, their lives are no longer in their own hands. Moreover, Roy knew very well who this knight was. The last failure was still vivid in his mind, which made his face pale instantly.

"...Sir...let's make a deal."

"I'm a little interested."

"We make a lot of money in this business, so we have a lot of money in our account. It can be transferred to your account within three minutes. Can you please let us go?"

"It's very tempting, but I refuse. If I catch you two and torture you severely, won't the money still be mine?"

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Two minutes later, the Qingjins were tied up like dumplings. Claude gave a look to Xintlia, and they each carried one and prepared to leave.

"I just advised you, you see, you didn't listen to me, so you have this fate."

When she lifted up the blue-haired Kuranta woman on the ground, Xinteleya couldn't help but taunt her. But the other party couldn't answer her anymore, after all, her mouth was sealed tightly, which made the smile on her lips more obvious, and she seemed to be in a very happy mood.

PS: I have finally written this point. After reading the plot of Long Night of Light, I had this idea in my mind, that is, let New Traiya take revenge on those two Qingjin.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 142: A man of insight is a wise man

In the dark alley under the neon lights, two figures, with two twisting sacks on their shoulders, hurriedly crossed the alley and came to the back door of a house.

Boom!

The tall figure in front reached out and knocked on the door, then leaned against the door and said something. The heavy security door was slowly opened, and the light inside temporarily illuminated the alley.

Claude reached out and knocked hard on the head of the sack that was twisting continuously, making it quiet down immediately. Cintria behind him followed suit, and the two of them hurriedly moved the sack into the house. The figures on the roof immediately dispersed in all directions, carefully observing the surrounding environment to make sure there were no followers.

A few seconds later, the security door closed again, and the alley fell into darkness again. Only the moon in the sky knew what was happening here.

And this city is destined to have two people who will not be able to sleep the entire night. No, the outcome may be even worse than this.

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It was a dark secret room without any windows but only a small door. He was tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. The person who tied him up was very experienced and tied his thumbs together with steel wire, so that no matter how strong he was, it was difficult for him to break free.

The only free organ in his body is his ears, and his ears can still hear sounds.

"These two guys are quite valuable... interrogate them thoroughly... don't let them die..."

"Where are my tools? ... These pliers ... these will do."

"Ask them separately...don't give them a chance."

Intermittent voices came from the next room, but the content was not good. It sounded like one or two guys with gloomy faces would come in and use all kinds of torture instruments on him. Although he was an experienced killer, he didn't want to experience the end of a killer so early! !

He had to escape quickly. Fortunately, he had made preparations. There was a blade in the interlayer of his wrist guard, which was prepared for this situation. He just needed to use it to cut his rope... Roy put his middle finger into the interlayer of the arm guard and felt for a long time, but felt nothing. He was stunned.

Damn it, it was taken away, when did it happen? ! ! I didn’t even notice it! ! Cold sweat covered his forehead, but he forced himself to calm down.

It doesn't matter, luckily he has a second plan. There is a communicator in his scarf. As long as he can contact Monique, maybe they can discuss a way to escape. He began to rub his chin towards his scarf, trying to find the communicator inside with his tongue, and then he was surprised to find that his scarf seemed to have been taken away when he was unconscious.

These people are so uncultured!!! Just because they are prisoners, they can steal! ! You have ruined the reputation of an underground dark organization! !

He struggled twice more, and the wire that bound his thumb began to dig into his flesh, making him afraid to move any further. Otherwise, even if he escaped, he would be useless if his thumb was crippled. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and only his voice echoed in this small secret room.

In the darkness, fear inevitably grew from his heart and began to entangle his heart. He knew very well what would happen to a killer like him if he was caught by others. If he was just killed without suffering more pain, it would be the most fortunate thing.

Thinking back to the shattered colleagues he had seen, his breathing became heavy.

In this state of fear and agony, he desperately waited for his fate. Time passed by minute by minute, and with each passing second, the pressure in his heart increased. Even though his mental toughness was far beyond that of an ordinary person, the mental torture of such waiting was far beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.

When the iron gate was opened, he even felt a sense of surprise, but it immediately turned into fear.

The iron door slammed shut, causing his heart to skip a beat.

The black cloth covering his eyes was removed. As he expected, there was no other light source in the house except the lamp. He could not help but close his eyes when he suddenly looked directly at the bright light.

The cloth in his mouth was thrown to the ground. "Will you put it in my mouth again later?" He had this bad thought in his mind.

Two people stood in front of Roy, but what puzzled him was that both of them were wearing plastic raincoats. They covered their faces with black masks, but wore thick military uniforms. Although there were no signs, it was easy to tell that they were soldiers.

As if they understood where his doubts came from, one of them spoke, and his voice was as cold as Roy had expected.

"This is the experience that the person I respect and admire the most told me. After killing someone or getting blood on your body, you can quickly clean it up by putting on a plastic raincoat beforehand without revealing any flaws. Afterwards, just throw the blood-stained raincoat into the fire and burn it, and most of the evidence will be removed. By the way, you can see that we have covered this room with plastic sheets."

As he spoke, he pulled out a briefcase from his arms, opened the buckle on the briefcase, and revealed a variety of sharp weapons inside. There were 12 of these sharp weapons in total, most of which were various knives, flashing a chilling light. He continued to open a box behind him and took out a complete set of life-support equipment from it.

Seeing the well-trained and well-prepared opponent, Roy felt his scalp tingling and every hair on his head stood up. The cold sweat on his back instantly soaked his thick clothes. His face was as pale as a dead person, and his heart was beating as if it was going to burst out of his chest.

"You know what? My position is called the executioner. The duty given to me by that lord is to execute the evildoers and let them receive the punishment they deserve."

"In most cases, my job is just to hang the prisoners on the gallows or chop off their heads. But I actually have another responsibility, which is this situation. This is my first time, and I have no experience. Please bear with me. Of course, even if I hurt you, I won't apologize."

"He is my assistant. We have always worked well together. I hope you will be satisfied with our performance today."

Roy's eyes were about to burst, tears could not stop flowing out of his eyes, he shouted at the top of his lungs like he was collapsing:

"Why don't you ask? I'll tell you everything! Why don't you ask? How can you punish someone without asking?!!!!!!"

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 143: Iron-willed (Not)

The executioner was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Roy who was on the verge of collapse and asked.

"Are you willing to confess?"

"Of course!! I'm just working for money! None of you asked me why I'm being tortured!! Take these things away now!!"

Roy felt like he was going crazy. These people were just a bunch of lunatics, a bunch of perverts. They hadn't even asked him anything, but they acted like they were going to torture him. He was just a killer who was paid to do something. How could he be so stubborn? Couldn't you just ask them? Maybe he would tell them everything if they asked him!

"Has no one asked?"

"No one seems to have asked, and the general didn't tell us."

The executioner looked a little embarrassed when he stood up, but he quickly adjusted himself.

"If you're willing to cooperate, then it'll be easy. Okay, tell us everything you know. We need your help no matter what it is."

"Take these things away if you don't need them anymore! Why are you still leaving them here?!!"

"If you lie to us, won't these things come in handy again? It's hard for us to move them, so please be considerate of us."

As he said this, he put the torture instrument in his hand on the ground and took out a notebook from his arms.

"Your companion is also being interrogated. We will compare what you two say, so before you say what you know, think carefully and see if it's worth the risk. I'm not very fast at taking notes, so I'll speak slowly to give you time to think. As long as you ensure the accuracy of the information."

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At the same time, Monique was also being interrogated by the executioner. Both of them were paid assassins who accumulated wealth through salaries and bonuses from the Business Federation and performance commissions. Of course, they were not loyal at all, and after a little intimidation, they confessed.

Both of them have high positions in the Wuzhou League, second only to the legendary Xuantie. So they know most of the information, but they still know very little about their elusive boss. But this is the most important information, so the executioner did not give up and continued to interrogate them.

The interrogation of these two guys will probably continue until tomorrow morning, but if they are willing to cooperate, Claude is not going to kill them, and will just put them in jail for a few years after everything is over. But if they are unwilling to cooperate, then there is nothing we can do.

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The terminal sounded a reminder, and Claude, who was enjoying his dinner, took his mobile terminal. When he opened it, it turned out to be a message from old Mr. Cyril. The old man was very fast, and it only took him a few hours to complete all the matters for joining Silver Spear Pegasus. It was as if he was afraid that he would regret it, and he made everything final, even sending the equipment to him.

According to him, he had delivered the armor, weapons and uniforms that Silver Spear Pegasus needed to him, and placed them in Old Martin's tavern, asking him to pick them up quickly and report to No. 8 in the Central Block on time at 00:36 tomorrow morning. Seeing this news, he quickly sped up his meal. Of course, he was very curious about Silver Spear Pegasus's equipment. It was made by the country's highest military technology and should be better than the armor he was wearing.

He finished eating quickly and looked up to see that everyone else was still eating. Ceobe and Hart needed some time to finish because they had too much to eat, while Hinterea ate slowly because of her body. Considering that he still had to meet up with his old friends and might eat late, he didn't hesitate too much, said hello to his friends, and left the house alone.

The crossbowmen took turns to scout around, which made it easy for him, at least he didn't have to do the hard work of scouting. Standing on the busy street, he thought about it and decided not to use his speed. Although he could get to his destination faster, it would be troublesome if he bumped into someone on the way. With his current strength and physical strength, being hit by him would be like being hit by a high-speed bus.

But even so, it only took him 10 minutes to get to Old Martin's bar. After not being back for a year, the bar had been renovated more luxuriously and the size of the store had been expanded. The surrounding vacant land should have been bought to expand the entire building. Now this bar not only has old customers, but also many other people from Casimir who come to this bar for entertainment.

The bar was busiest at the moment, with customers coming in and out one after another. They all saw the knight standing at the door.

The tall knight was majestic and imposing, and his outstanding temperament quickly attracted the attention of a large number of guests. Many girls were already looking at him with red faces. If he didn't go in quickly, they would come up and ask for his contact information.

Without further sighing, he pushed open the door of the bar, then walked directly to the bar, leaned over and knocked on the heavy wooden tabletop.

The smiling bald boss, who had been watching him from the beginning, picked up a huge wine glass and poured four or five bottles of beer into it. Then he put the huge glass directly on the table, making a dull sound.

Then he gestured to Claude with his chin, a smirk on his face.

Claude didn't hesitate, picked up the huge glass, and drank it in one gulp. The onlookers who didn't know what was going on were still applauding and cheering for him, watching him drink four or five bottles of beer in one breath. When he put the glass down, there was no change on his face.

"Ha, I finally earned your money on alcohol. I thought about it a few years ago, but I didn't have the chance at that time."

Claude didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head. Then he signaled to Old Martin with his eyes, and the other party came out from behind the bar. His assistant immediately took over the bar, and he took Claude into the back room. Sure enough, there was a big white bear waiting for them in the room, and he was stroking the white armor on the table with an admiring expression on his face.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 144 Old Friends

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a great thing! I have never seen such great technology, such a great design, and such a strong material in my life. Why is it so light? It's incredible. What is the formula of the metal? Why don't I take it to the workshop to study it before Claude gets here? Anyway, as long as he doesn't damage it, it will be fine."

The big white bear squatted in front of the table, muttering to himself, but because of his strong lung capacity, the sound was very small for him, but Claude could hear it very clearly. Seeing that the other party was about to put it into practice and stretched out his hand to pick up the armor on the table, he patted the other party's shoulder.

Then... Claude realized for the first time that Ursus people could blow up their fur so fluffy. Koval's entire body exploded like a huge ball of fur. His swollen and strong body jumped up, causing the floor to vibrate slightly. He then turned around at a very fast speed, but when he saw Claude, his face showed a complex expression, with anger, shame, and a little bit of guilt.

Don't ask how Claude could sense so many emotions from such a hairy face. The only thing he could ask was his basic skills as a third-level transcendent, which allowed him to perceive the other person's emotions like an intuition.

"How come you're like a ghost! You came in without making any sound, and you almost scared me to death!"

Koval was quite angry and embarrassed. After all, he had just planned to do some research on other people's armor, but he was caught by others. At the moment, he felt very nervous.

"If we have time, I would actually like you to study it, but I have to wear this for a report tomorrow. I'm sorry, Koval, I'll find a chance for you to study it later."

Koval's expression froze. Although he knew the other party would hear it, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. Now this last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly annihilated, which made him even more embarrassed. He couldn't help scratching his head, letting the fine hair fly in the air.

"If you're molting, don't scratch me! It's hard to clean up here."

Old Martin couldn't help but complain to the other man as he saw those tiny hairs about to fall on his sofa. Koval immediately stopped scratching and helped him clean up the fluff on the floor. Claude naturally couldn't just stand there, so a group of people suddenly got busy, and soon all the fluff on the floor was cleaned up. Koval also carefully put on a hood to prevent the fluff from continuing to float on his head that was exposed outside.

"This is the trouble with people like me. I shed hair every year. Now I am too lazy to clean my house. I will wait until all the hair sheds. Then we can deal with it together."

Koval sat on the sofa in front of the table, and Claude came to his new armor. He leaned over and looked at the smooth silver-white armor with the Silver Spear Pegasus logo on it. The design of this armor was very precise, and each joint had exquisite armor plates overlapping each other. The heavy armor did not affect the user's movements at all, ensuring sufficient flexibility, but the silver-white light was still a little too conspicuous.

Seeing the familiar winged helmet on the table sprayed in silver-white, Claude smiled and picked up the helmet. It seemed that old man Cyril was really thoughtful and even knew about this matter. No wonder he took his helmet with him when he left.

Maria made some slight changes to the helmet, adding the black tassel unique to the Silver Spear Pegasus, which makes it look better overall.

Along with the armor, there was also Silver Spear Pegasus's military uniform cape and a set of carrying gear. Because they knew he had his usual weapons, they didn't give him the standard weapons. Although he knew that this was designed according to his body parameters, he still put it on with the help of Koval.

Claude was born to be a clothes hanger, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs. He looked even more amazing after wearing this suit. The whole room was illuminated by the silver-white armor, and he looked like the bright moon in the sky. Even Koval and Old Martin couldn't help but be amazed.

After putting on the carrying gear and the black cloak, the originally flamboyant Silver Knight suddenly became a little more low-key and restrained. The joints with excellent armor design and high technical level made only tiny sounds when he was operating it, and it hardly looked like a set of heavy armor at all. After installing all his weapons, he was now ready to charge into the battlefield at any time.

After a while, Claude took off his equipment again and put it back into the box. After all, this set of equipment was not suitable for walking on the streets at night when the traffic was the busiest in the Knight Territory. Otherwise, with the popularity of Silver Spear Pegasus, it might cause a stampede here.

"Don't even think about running away. We haven't seen each other in the past few years. We have to have a good reunion tonight. I'll call Batbayar and those guys and ask them to come over quickly. Oh, and Ms. Zofia and Lin Guang as well. The bar will close early today, so let's have some fun. Although Mayenna hasn't had such a heavy workload in the past two years, he still rarely comes to my bar. He can't run away today. Koval, come to the kitchen to help me. We're going to cook a big meal today."

A smile appeared on Claude's lips. He had not thought about going back early when he came here today. It was a rare opportunity to get together. If Xintlia was not unwilling to come, he would have brought her with him.

"I'll come and help. I don't know how long it will take for you two to be busy. At least I can cook a little."

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A few minutes later, the bar closed early and the guests left the bar, which quickly changed from a business place to a place for friends to have dinner. A huge wine barrel was placed on the dining table, and next to it was a pile of thick glass cups, each of which was enough to hold four or five bottles of beer, the one that Claude had just drunk.

Four tables were put together to form a large table, surrounded by chairs, and delicious dishes were continuously delivered from the kitchen to the table. The door of the bar was pushed open again and again, and one by one, Claude's old friends came in, saying hello. They were all surprised and happy about Claude's arrival.

As everyone arrived, the atmosphere reached a climax, everyone toasted each other, and someone played music nearby. In this atmosphere, Claude couldn't really say that he would only drink one glass, so he could only rely on his strong physical ability to drink one glass after another.

The aroma of food mixed with the aroma of wine made people even more intoxicated under the warm light. Everyone got drunk one after another and fell on the table. Only Claude persisted to the end. But the alcohol content of the fine wine collected by Old Martin was not low. He really drank too much. His eyes were blurry. His condition was too bad at the moment, so he didn't have the energy to do anything else. He fell on the sofa, picked up his terminal and set an alarm for himself, and then fell asleep peacefully. After all, this little bit of alcohol should be metabolized quickly, so he wouldn't be late for the first report tomorrow.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 145: Claude's Departure

Just before the alarm rang, a slender hand quickly turned it off. Claude rubbed his head with a headache and slowly sat up from the sofa. His long-term strict requirements and self-discipline played a role at this time. He woke up accurately under the urging of his biological clock.

The alcohol in his body from yesterday could no longer affect his nervous system, but he still felt a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his temples and prepared to stand up and pour himself a glass of water. He looked around the store and saw that other people were still lying on the table or on the floor because of last night's hangover. He didn't make much noise, so no one was alarmed.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little pressure on his legs. He looked up and found a blonde figure lying on his legs. The white cloak on her shoulders like wings made him recognize her identity. Margaret didn't know when she moved here.