The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

The gentleman seemed not to notice all this. There was still a smile in his silver-gray eyes. He continued in a nonchalant tone:

"Oh, you know, he is Bastar Lansta's illegitimate son, usually using his mother's surname as a cover to prevent outsiders from coveting him..."

"From this perspective, he should be called Jackson Williams. This is a very common name, and it is probably difficult to pick him out from the crowd..."

"Luckily, I have more information, for example... his mother was once Basta Lansta's personal bartender. She was praised and rewarded by Basta for her exquisite Cannoli skills... Although she later fell into poverty, she is still likely to make a living by mixing drinks, and may run a..."

The gentleman raised his head, glanced at the wooden ceiling covered by orange-yellow light, and smiled:

"...a bar?"

When the gentleman said this, the bartender had already reached under the bar and grasped an iron gun handle. He stared at the gentleman with a little sweat on his face.

At the same time, the candle on the bar suddenly flickered a few times, as if there was wind blowing.

"What do you want to do with him?" The bartender's voice trembled a little, but he still maintained his dignity.

Seeing his state, most of the customers in the bar understood what he meant and reached their hands under the table, staring at the gentleman closely.

"The reason is, of course, business, and..."

The gentleman still had an indifferent expression on his face. When he heard the bartender's question, he paused for a moment as if to ponder the question, and then spoke quietly:

"I want to try the cannoli he made himself, is that not okay?"

After saying this, the gentleman tilted his head with a smile, and a gold coin appeared between his fingers.

He quickly flicked the gold coin up, and after it landed in his palm, he flipped it over and it suddenly turned into a silver dagger.

"Put him down!"

Jackson Williams roared, whipped out the revolver from under the bar, and tried to aim at the gentleman.

But just as he raised his hand, the gentleman's knife suddenly stabbed down -

"Ahhhhh!!"

The silver dagger flashing with red light instantly nailed Jackson's gun-holding hand to the table, causing him to scream in pain.

It happened in a flash. After completing this action, the gentleman stood up calmly, holding his hat with one hand and pointing behind him with the other hand -

——I don’t know when it started, but he had a black revolver in his hand!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Six gunshots were heard, and the six people who had just stood up at the table didn't even have time to scream before their heads exploded like watermelons and fell to the ground.

"Fuck you!"

Several people in the corner of the bar stood up, picked up their shotguns, and aimed at the gentleman——

——But he’s gone!

The bar was empty, with no sign of the gentleman. Only Jackson, the bartender, was screaming in pain behind the bar, trying to pull the silver blade out of his hand.

"Where are the others? How..."

Before the bald thug finished speaking, he heard a sneer from the side:

"Too slow."

Before the gangster could turn his head, he felt a strong wind coming -

"boom!"

The gentleman emerged from the shadows behind the gangster and swung his fist, instantly smashing the gangster's egg-shaped head into pieces.

Without giving the others time to react, the gentleman's hand shook, he pulled out the black revolver, and quickly pulled the hammer -

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Each bullet landed accurately on a head, shattering it, and all of a sudden, everyone in the corner of the bar fell down.

The gentleman spun the gun and made it disappear like a magic trick. He turned around and faced a figure who was throwing a bench at him.

“Very brave.”

Seeing this, the gentleman smiled slightly, then shook his wrist, and a silver dagger was held in his hand, and he slashed it with the momentum -

"bass--"

The gentleman's slashing blow with a dagger had some incredible power. The gangster who was holding the bench was cut in half in an instant. His upper body fell to the ground with a scream. After rolling a few times, his eyes rolled back and he died in a pool of red below him.

The blast caused by the knife knocked over most of the tables and chairs in the bar. The fragile ones turned directly into wood chips and scattered all over the floor, making the entire bar suddenly messy.

"The thorn bombs are coming!"

The gentleman turned his head and saw a gunman breaking in from the back door of the bar - he was holding a shotgun in his hand, and the muzzle was flashing red light, obviously the thorn bullet was charged.

"Oh, it's more important than I thought."

Facing the bullet that could penetrate the strong factor, the gentleman twisted his shoulders unnaturally, and his free hand groped in the air for a while, then suddenly grabbed -

"Shhh-"

From the shadows behind the gunman, several tentacles suddenly shot out and pierced his body from multiple angles in an instant!

“Ah…Ah…”

The gunman twitched slightly for a moment, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. After confirming that he was dead, the gentleman smiled and retracted his hand, causing the shadow to dissipate.

"..."

The rain was still drizzling outside the bar. At this moment, except Jackson Williams, there was no survivor left in the entire bar.

Special) Chief (Part 3)

After confirming all this, the gentleman flicked his wrist lightly, and the dagger disappeared like some kind of magic trick. He immediately walked to the counter, sat down very calmly, picked up the wine and drank half a glass in one gulp in front of the bartender Jackson who was still struggling.

"Very authentic Cannoli," the gentleman smiled politely, raised his glass and toasted towards Jax, "It's worth the price."

Jackson's hand was still nailed to the bar by the silver dagger. He gasped heavily and stared at the gentleman in fear, his mouth trembling slightly:

"You...you are...Suleiman Agust..."

Jackson recognized the man from the characteristics he had shown during the fight:

[Black Angel] Suleiman Agust, Chief of [Blade of Babel].

This made his mind go blank, and for a moment he even forgot the pain in his hand and just stared blankly at those silver eyes.

After hearing the news that Itrisna Lanstar was killed by the Scavenger, Jackson had already foreseen the occurrence of similar events and had taken adequate precautions. He knew that his father, Bastar Lanstar, was not a fool, and that the academy and Lanstar Industries would more or less have some conflicts, and he, who had some intelligence from Lanstar Industries, would naturally be implicated.

But what he didn't expect was that the visitor would be the [Blade of Babel], and the pinnacle among them, the [Black Angel] Suleiman Agust.

A character of this level could even handle a frontal local war alone, and now, he actually came to this tavern in person?

Jackson's expression gradually twisted, as if he had met his fate. Seeing this, the gentleman just gently adjusted his hat and smiled politely:

"You are very knowledgeable."

He did not deny that he was Suleiman Agust, the chief of [Blade of Babel] and the pinnacle of the Federation's combat power.

"You're thinking... thinking about why I would visit you in person, right?"

Looking at Jackson's dull expression, Suleiman just curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and then pushed up his round-frame glasses:

"The truth is... I am very interested in Lansta Industries... more than you think," Suleiman said elegantly, holding up the Canoli. "Forget about that episode just now. Our deal still counts. Let's talk."

"Trade..." Jackson said tremblingly, "What do you want..."

"Something I got from you," Suleiman nodded politely, and then seemed to remember something, "Oh! By the way, this is the reward!"

After saying that, Suleiman poured the remaining half cup of Cannoli on Jackson's hand that was nailed to the bar. The stimulation of alcohol made him scream:

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

While doing all this, Suleiman's expression remained elegant and polite.

After finishing, he placed the cup neatly on the table and said:

"I told you that I can find a lady on the spot to present Canoli to. Look, aren't you my best choice? How do you think? Do you like the gift I carefully prepared?"

"What on earth do you want!!" Jackson yelled heartbreakingly, his voice already hoarse, "Quick! End this! Quick!"

"Shh...don't worry..."

Suleiman stood up calmly, and like a magic trick, a gold coin appeared quietly at his fingertips.

"Let me see...how's your luck..."

After saying this, Suleiman turned the gold coin over and over again on his fingertips, very skillfully. When the gold coin was turned over between his thumb and index finger, he suddenly flicked it, making the gold coin fly high up and land on his hand again.

——It is the front, engraved with a pair of angel wings.

"Oh," Suleiman nodded in surprise and glanced at Jackson with a smile, "It seems that you are lucky."

After saying that, Suleiman's cloudy silver eyes condensed, and Jackson suddenly felt that the shadows in the entire bar became darker.

He saw Suleiman's hand lightly grasp the air, and then, as if grasping something, he pulled it violently -

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

On a rainy night, at the edge of the city, screams were drowned out by the rain.

After a long time, the lights in the pub suddenly dimmed, and the classical gas lamps on the entire street went out one after another, and the edge of the city was completely shrouded in darkness.

......

On a rainy night, the moon was at its highest point in the sky, but it could only cast a few fragmented rays of light through the clouds, and was completely unable to penetrate the neon light network.

At this moment, outside the Lansta Industrial Zone, cordons have been set up one after another. The federal police and the military have mobilized a large number of forces here, and one police car after another has deployed long factor energy light barriers, and the red and blue police lights are flashing at different frequencies in the rainy night.

The sheriff was standing in front of the car lights, holding a walkie-talkie, reporting the situation of the Lansta Industrial Zone in real time. Half an hour ago, when the city defense artillery of the Lansta Industrial Zone quietly targeted the Academy Building, the federal military, which was secretly observing, quickly responded and took a lot of emergency measures.

However, they soon discovered that this industrial area was almost an impenetrable fortress: no matter whether they tried to use hackers to infiltrate the activation system of the city defense artillery or secretly dispatched special forces, they could not find a penetration point from any corner of the fortress.

The police had not yet received any negotiation request from Lanstar Industrial Headquarters, which brought the entire situation to a stalemate. Even though the rainy night in Weiser was getting colder and colder, the sheriff could feel that something was heating up invisibly and could explode at any time.

After all, this is Lanstar Industries... The sheriff put down the walkie-talkie and looked at the square building that looked like a relic of ancient civilization in the heavy rain dyed by neon. He subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist, and naturally imagined the logo on it in his mind:

Lanstar Industries.

All the equipment of the Weiser Police Department, whether it is firearms... armor... bullets... communication equipment... or even police cars, comes from Lansta Industries.

Let alone invading this fortress, even if all the police equipment from Lanstar Industries exploded and killed them, the sheriff would not be surprised at all... Thinking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly and pressed the button on the intercom:

"VCPD-091 calling headquarters, estimated time has arrived, awaiting further instructions."

At this point, the sheriff didn't think the inspector could do anything big: God knows what's in the Lansta Industrial Zone, and even if the sheriff doesn't know a lot of confidential things, he can roughly guess some of them.

For example, the biochemical mechanical giant used by Itrisna Lansta in the "Tower of Babel Competition".

I can only hope that the military can come up with a better solution... The sheriff sighed and looked at Wiesel in the rainy night. Through the gap between the building and the neon lights, he saw a little girl curled up in a warm room and couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"......"

The intercom was filled with chaotic sounds, occasionally mixed with some electromagnetic interference. The sheriff was not impatient, but waited patiently, waiting for the order from his superiors.

After a long time, the headquarters finally sent back a message, but it was only a short sentence:

"The [Blade of Babel] has been deployed."

......

Special) Chief (Part 4)

On the top floor of the Lansta Building, Basta Lansta's bed had been moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, and he just sat there motionlessly staring at the city outside the rain.

Behind him stood an entire team of elite guards belonging to Lanstar Industries - including three elite soldiers named "Silent Ones" equipped with "Redstone". They themselves were modified life forms with physical performance far superior to that of humans. In a head-on battle, they had the power to defeat at least a hundred enemies at once.

The atmosphere in the room was frozen in solemnity, with only the sound of raindrops and the life detector beside the bed making some noise.

After a long time, footsteps came closer and closer. The guards made way for a young man in a formal suit to walk to the bedside.

"Speaker, the military has once again requested negotiations. How do we respond?"

The speaker's assistant half-knelt beside the bed and whispered in Basta's ear:

"Same as before?"

"Yes," Basta nodded slightly, "If Laplace hadn't explained it himself, we would have activated the Dead Hand when dawn came."

As he said this, Basta looked out the window at the rows of city defense artillery: most of these square honeycomb missile launchers were aimed at the college building, and some were aimed at the sky. After being launched to a certain height, they would cruise to a predetermined position and detonate.