Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

"Okay, um, miss, I actually think that we can wait a little longer. Isn't it a bit too hasty to suddenly break up with Scareye?" the subordinate asked cautiously.

"You're right. With our resources, it would be safer to wait a while." Lin Yuxia admitted this without hesitation. Scarface was an outsider after all. Every day they waited, the force they could mobilize would become stronger, and their chances of winning would be greater.

"Ah, why?"

"It's simple. We can wait, but the people who will pay the price are the ordinary citizens of Longmen. You all know that Scar-Eye doesn't follow the rules, but do you know the reason? That bastard is using the safety of the citizens of Longmen as a threat!"

Book III: Chapter 49: Syracuse Style

Bai Lang did not return to the hospital immediately because she immediately thought of an important problem - she had no suitable weapon.

Weapons are an essential 'medium' for her Originium skills. Unfortunately, Tallulah left her ritual sword in Rhodes Island. In a sense, most of her strength lies in that sword. If she had carried the sword when facing the siege of the mafia last time, the result would definitely not be as close to death as before.

But where can I find a suitable weapon at this time of night? Has the Rat King never considered this problem? Could it be that the other party has learned about her Originium skills and mistaken her for a warlock?

Even if she is a warlock, at least she should be given a staff. She can also add Originium skills to the staff and become a Terra version of a melee mage.

It’s so miserable, so miserable. I have to go to the battlefield without a gun. I should have told the Rat King about my Originium skills at that time.

White Wolf sighed and looked at her palm helplessly. Although she knew there would be no reaction, she still held on to a strange hope and used her Originium technique a little bit, but the scene before her was completely different from what she had imagined.

Her palm was burning, no, it was the white glove that was burning.

After a moment of stunned silence, the White Wolf stopped practicing Originium Technique and checked his gloves in disbelief. They were still as smooth as new.

She tried to use the gloves to perform Originium skills again. With the deliberate regulation of the source energy, an orange flame appeared in the palm of her hand. The flame trembled and jumped in the breeze, and the color gradually changed from orange to red - she recreated the scene of the first time she saw Tallulah perform Originium skills.

This pair of gloves has an absurdly high energy conductivity, which is no worse than her pure D32 steel ritual sword. It is even more valuable because of its own special nature!

A thought suddenly arose in her mind that this thing could not have been given to her by Miss Lin.

The most likely possibility is that Miss Lin accidentally forgot them in the box, and because she did not realize how valuable the gloves were, she mistakenly took them as an ordinary small gift. When she first met Miss Lin, the pair of gloves she took off might have been this pair.

I wish I didn't have to return them. She caressed the magical gloves lovingly, and suddenly had this shameful thought.

No, no, Miss Lin treats you so well, how can you be so ungrateful? Tomorrow, I will return it tomorrow! Then, today, I will just use it for one night, Miss Lin should not mind, right? Yes, definitely not, how could Miss Lin mind such a small matter.

Bai Lang didn't have time to look for other weapons. She just wanted to seize the time to study the gloves thoroughly. As the number of test items increased, she became more and more aware of the preciousness of the gloves.

Using the gloves and her own Originium skills, she could easily throw back the fireball thrown by the warlock, or condense a handful of ice spikes from the atmosphere. Of course, the latter was temporarily a concept, because due to the previous overconsumption, she didn't have that much ice energy to squander. At normal temperature, the recovery speed of ice energy was very slow.

Of her two main Originium skills, only Fire is in its prime. Frost can be used barely, but not at the same level as before. In fact, there is also an Electric Originium, but this is generally only used during surprise attacks to add adverse status to the enemy. Since it has no actual killing power, she has classified it as an auxiliary skill.

After returning to the hospital, she searched through the medical equipment in the room and found a few scalpels, which she took with her. She also saw surgical needles, and she thought about it and decided to take them as well, in case of special circumstances. Then there was gauze. Should she take it? She might get injured like last time, or the helpers arranged by the Rat King might also get injured. She should take it to be prepared. She continued to look for disinfectants, bandages, hemostatic forceps and other props. These seemed to be quite useful, but the problem was, how could she fight with so many things?

Oh, this is too difficult. She sat on the ground in distress, looking at the pile of things in front of her with a sad face.

Forget it, forget it. Preventing everything is equivalent to preventing nothing. Preventing nothing is equivalent to preventing everything. Just take a scalpel for emergencies and throw away everything else!

She pushed all the stuff aside, then awkwardly picked up a bandage and put it away, telling herself that this little thing wouldn't have any effect on her movements.

After sorting out these items, the clock had already reached one thirty. White Wolf sat on the stool by the window, picked up a book, and prepared to use it to pass the time.

If only there was a pot of tea, she sighed with regret, then she would have felt like "Mount Tai collapses in front of you and you remain calm, a deer appears on your left and you do not blink." Unfortunately, there was only boiled water, and the book in her hand was a psychiatric analysis that ruined her mood. She could not calm down at all and kept thinking about random things.

This glove alone is not enough, a sword is better; what kind of person does the Rat King ask her to deal with? Who will the helper be, male or female? Bounty hunter or mercenary? Filin or Zalak? Speaking of which, is the helper really useful? What if he is a hindrance? Can we cooperate well?

She threw the book on the table impatiently, turned around and walked back a few steps, then fell on the soft bed in a free-fall posture. She turned over and looked at the ceiling, listening to the ticking sound of time flowing, waiting for the agreed moment to arrive.

Two o'clock was about to strike, and she left the hospital early and came to Dongmen Street. At this time, the city that never sleeps, which was full of lights and wine, was tired and quiet. The street was deserted, and there was no car in sight. The cold street lights cast a dim light, illuminating the place where the white wolf stood.

It is now 1:57. A black Corbin sports car drives over from the lonely street. This sports car is made in Victoria and is known for its performance and sturdiness. It is a favorite of the mafia and speed racers. The driver turns on the dazzling high beam, which makes White Wolf very uncomfortable.

But at least he came, she muttered to herself, and the other party was quite punctual, coming at this right time.

She waved at the sports car, and the people in the car noticed her and drove towards her, getting closer and closer.

The strange thing is that as the distance gets closer, the speed of the sports car does not slow down, and even suddenly speeds up!

The White Wolf realized that something was wrong instantly. She quickly dodged and nimbly jumped into the flower bed on the side of the road, then leaned over and rolled over to quickly change her position.

As expected, Corbin crashed into the place where she had been standing before. With a loud bang of metal collision, the tall lamppost slowly fell down and hit the flower bed.

The car windows opened, and the men in black stuck their heads out of the windows, holding crossbows and firing wildly at the flower beds in front of them.

Bai Lang leaned against the other side of the flower bed, panting with lingering fear. Her back shook a little, and she heard the muffled sound of a street lamp hitting the flower bed, and a smell of grass entered her nostrils. Flames began to condense in her hands, and she waited for the mafia to come over, but the gang didn't get out of the car. They fired the arrows in the crossbow, closed the car window, and drove away.

ps: I will make up the previous chapter in the afternoon, and will randomly add more chapters during the National Day.

Volume 3: Chapter 50: Mafia Arms Box

At this time, an identical Corbin drove over, but with the previous experience, White Wolf hid vigilantly in place and did not go out.

Corbin stopped in front of the knocked-down street lamp. The driver got out of the car, stood on the road, and shouted, "Ms. White Wolf, according to your promise to the Rat King, I am here to pick you up."

This young driver, Luper, looked very familiar. It seemed that he was the one in the old car two hours ago. Bai Lang felt relieved and walked out from behind the flower bed.

She checked her phone and it was exactly two o'clock in the morning.

At the broken part of the street lamp next to him, electric sparks were flashing, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt plastic. White Wolf couldn't help but feel secretly frightened as he watched: If he had reacted a little slower, the Rat King's people would probably have only found a body that had been shot into a sieve.

Is this the Syracuse style?

She was about to get in the car, but the driver asked her to wait a moment, then opened the trunk, revealing a large number of "prohibited materials". There were everything from protective clothing to cold and hot weapons, swords, bows, crossbows, staffs, pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, and Victors similar to those used by Nengtian. Of course, the Laterans generally called their specialty, the Originium-powered guns, Guardian Guns.

Bai Lang suddenly felt that she had been worrying about nothing before. When it came to arms, the mafia were the most professional. What surprised her now was that they could even get such a rare Lateran material as a sniper rifle.

She now had to choose the item that would add the greatest bonus to her abilities. The main weapon was naturally a sword, but there were only two sword-shaped weapons in it, one was a straight sword produced in Yan Country, and the other was a katana produced in Dong Country. She simply tested the energy conductivity of the two weapons and chose the katana, which was more adaptable to fire, as her main weapon.

As her second main weapon, she decisively chose the black light sniper rifle. Although its power was much smaller than that of a sniper crossbow, its technical requirements were also greatly reduced. When fighting in the city, crossbows still needed to consider wind speed or vortex issues, but Originium bullets had much less restrictions in this regard.

Then there was the Rutland standard pistol for medium and short-range combat. She picked one that felt better in the hand and put it on her waist. Since it was a spare item, she did not take the magazine. The nine bullets that came with it were almost enough.

The last thing was a dagger, which was pinned to Bailang’s thigh. After she had sorted these things out, she contentedly called the driver to take her away.

Driver Lupo looked very strange, or incomprehensible. He pointed at the ice-blue staff in the trunk and asked tentatively: "You, you don't need that staff? This is specially..."

"No, leave it to the warlock. These things are enough for me." White Wolf said indifferently. She opened the passenger seat and sat in it first.

The driver shrugged. Although the carefully selected staff was abandoned, it was not something he needed to worry about. After all, he was just a driver.

He closed the trunk, then sat back in the driver's seat, started the engine, turned the sports car, and drove straight ahead.

Bai Lang looked at the scenery on both sides that was rapidly receding and judged that they were heading towards the outer ring of Longmen. She turned her head and asked, "Are we going to the outer ring?"

"Yes Miss White Wolf, Mafia matters are usually dealt with in the Outer Ring, to resolve the issue before the Guard Bureau arrives."

"Then do you know that before you came, there was another car exactly like yours that almost tricked me."

"This happens all the time. Even now, we are not safe." The driver laughed and joked, "I might be hit in the temple by a bullet in the next moment."

Bai Lang didn't think the joke was funny. She frowned and said, "You're still in the mood to joke? This could very well cost you your life. I don't believe that you're not afraid."

"Of course I'm scared, Miss White Wolf, but some things must be done."

"I don't really understand. You don't look infected. Why would you do such a thing?"

The driver drove steadily around a corner and replied with emotion, "I grew up in Syracuse when I was a child, and later worked for the Rat King. You don't know what I've been through." He paused, as if he was worried about how to start. "You may not understand what I said, but in my opinion, it's okay to die for Longmen. In fact, Longmen's mafia is the most special, so special that it doesn't look like a mafia."

"I can sense your mood a little bit, but you're really frustrating when you talk like that. Please tell me more. I'm on the same side with you now." The White Wolf poked his fellow's arm with his finger, and was surprised to find that the other's face was gradually turning red.

"Well, let me explain a little bit." Driver Lupo blushed and looked ahead. "In fact, in everyone's eyes, the Guard Bureau represents the legal principles of Longmen, and what we uphold is the justice of Longmen. It's ridiculous, isn't it, that a group of shady guys actually think they represent justice."

"No, it's not funny at all." White Wolf propped up his chin with his right hand and said thoughtfully, "There are corners where the law cannot reach, but where there are people, there is justice."

Without waiting for the driver to reply, she rubbed her temples in annoyance and complained, "It's really terrible. Where did the Rat King find you guys? I was hoping to get some fish, but I don't feel comfortable with you saying that."

Driver Lupo said shyly, "It wasn't the Rat King who asked us to come. We wanted to go to him on our own."

White Wolf's thoughts spread out, and she thought of Tallulah from the driver's words. Many people also gathered around her spontaneously, but she was different. She helped because she was afraid that Miss Tallulah would cry. When she thought of this, she felt very happy and a little proud, and even the gloomy mood in the face of danger brightened a little.

The driver didn't know what Miss White Wolf was so happy about. He thought she had said something interesting and was mentally encouraged by it, so he continued talking.

The White Wolf just nodded intermittently, still immersed in his own fantasy, his eyes unconsciously observing the situation outside.

"Ms. White Wolf, we are approaching the outer ring. According to Lord Rat King's arrangement, your mission area is..."

A fatal arrow shot out from the darkness, instantly piercing through the bulletproof glass in front of the car and shooting into the driver's eye socket.

At the critical moment, White Wolf pushed the driver out, and the arrow pierced through the cushion with a thud and stabbed diagonally in the center of the car, with the arrow shaft halfway embedded. At the same time, the speeding Corbin left charred ruts on the ground, deviated from his route and crashed into a building on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly. He stepped on the brakes and quickly turned the steering wheel, successfully correcting the direction before the car hit the wall.

Volume 3: Chapter 51: The Long Bloody Night I

"That was a close call, Miss White Wolf. You saved my life." The pale driver thanked her breathlessly.

"It's not your turn to sacrifice for Longmen yet." Bai Lang said with a smile, "Park the car first, next to the building."

The current position is blocked by a building, which can avoid being hit by a second long-range attack.

The driver stepped on the brakes and stopped the car. Bai Lang turned her head to check the arrow in the middle of the car, and her expression became serious. Based on the shape of the arrow's tail feathers, it can be determined that it was a bow and arrow rather than a crossbow. From the angle of the arrow's landing point, the enemy's position can be determined, which should be high up in the left front. However, she remembered clearly that there were low buildings within about one kilometer in the left front. This arrow might have been shot from a high building one kilometer away.

Crossing a distance of one kilometer, accurately hitting a high-speed moving target, penetrating the bulletproof glass, passing through the seat, until half of the arrow body was embedded in the bottom of the car. This method can only be performed by a top archer with various Originium skills.

Although she had not met him yet, she was very clear that this was an extremely difficult enemy. Because of the street lights on the main road, walking on it would be tantamount to becoming a sitting duck.

"Miss White Wolf, I will speed up and we should be able to make it. The mission location is not far away. The other person assigned by Lord Rat King is waiting for you in front."

“No need.” White Wolf pulled out the arrow and shook his head as he looked at it. “This is not an ordinary enemy. Since the mission location is not far away, I can go there by myself.”

"But, that person still needs me to introduce him to you."

"Tell me what she looks like."

The driver knew that the white wolf in front of him had made up his mind, so he stopped insisting: "She looks a bit like you, her name is Rupert, the polite white-haired Rupert, and others call her Lapland."

"White-haired wolf, Lappland." The white wolf muttered in a low voice and jumped out of the car, "Go ahead and inform the Rat King of my situation. If there is anything, let him contact me directly."

After she finished speaking, she went straight into the streets. In the face of long-range enemy attacks, advancing through such a dark place was the best option.

At 2:33, she arrived at a dance hall in the outer ring of Longmen. In the past, such a shop would not close until dawn, but now the door of the dance hall was closed and chained. White Wolf squatted on the roof of the dance hall, hiding behind a billboard with a film dancer. She took out her mobile phone and saw the message from the Rat King.

This is a set of five photos. The people in the photos are the helpers Scar-Eye invited. The Rat King's people have confirmed their identities. Because there has been a conflict, the map where they last appeared is also attached. There are more enemy information that cannot be confirmed in the comments below. If they are found, they will be sent directly. Finally, it is a reminder that her identity has long been exposed and all attackers are enemies.

Bai Lang knew that her identity had been exposed. It had been exposed when she was working with Penguin Logistics. She looked through the photos of these people, then opened the map and located the first target - a construction site one kilometer ahead.

She put away her phone, jumped from the upper floor, and soon saw the construction site marked on the map. There was a five-story residential building frame, which was simply built and it seemed that it would take a long time to be completed. Under the building frame was a group of mafia with white roses on their chests.

These are all Scar-Eye's people. The identification feature of the Rat King is the white glove on his left hand. In order to hide herself, White Wolf does not intend to attack the mafia directly. Her main task is to deal with the people in the photo.

She was now on the rooftop of a sixth-floor building, high enough to overlook the entire construction site. She did not change her position, but lay directly on the edge of the building, took out the sniper rifle from her back, and at the same time, in order to avoid the scabbard rubbing against the building and making noise, she carried the sword with the scabbard on her back.

She slowly turned the scope, adjusted it to a relatively low magnification, and observed the construction site from all directions. But except for the whispers of the lower-level mafia, the entire construction site was silent. She looked at all the mafia, but did not find the Zarak shown in the picture.

At this moment, a white glove appeared at the edge of her vision. It might be the Rat King's men who came to the area to gather intelligence.

She had no idea how the mafia operated and was thinking about how to inform them that it was dangerous here. The next moment, a tiny sound of breaking through the air was heard and the man with white gloves retreated in panic, covering his shoulders.

There are crossbowmen hiding in the darkness launching an attack!

The subtle movement was enough for the highly alert White Wolf to determine the position. She quickly adjusted the direction and magnified the scope. A crossbowman who was leaning against the wall and half-crouching to change arrows appeared in the center of the crosshairs of the scope. The opponent was preparing to shoot another arrow at the White Gloves downstairs.

You probably have no chance, White Wolf thought. She prayed silently that the silencer would perform better, and decisively pulled the trigger at the enemy's forehead.

The Originium bullet flew through the air with a "puff" sound and hit the target accurately.

The result is certain. At a distance of less than two hundred meters, facing an unprepared enemy, a sniper rifle plus Originium bullets is almost an unsolvable killing situation. This is an absolute crushing victory in terms of equipment.

However, the sniper rifle equipped with a silencer is still a bit noisier than a bow and crossbow, but fortunately, the noisy mafia on the lower level did not notice anything unusual.

To be on the safe side, after confirming the hit, she quickly turned around and prepared to move to another place. The person in the photo had not been found yet, and the one she just hit was just an ordinary crossbowman.

She turned around and just happened to see the short man Zarak who had just climbed to the sixth floor. He held a dagger in each hand, raised his head and showed a cruel smile.

I didn't expect to find my first target this way.

Her arms were shaking as she hurriedly took out the bullets and tried to replace them, but her trembling hands could not complete this simple operation.

Zarak, with his ugly face covered with scars, twisted his neck and approached the panicked White Wolf holding his rifle with a grin. From the other party's white gloves, it can be identified that this Rupert is on the side of the Rat King. There is nothing easier than catching a lone sniper, not to mention that this is a guy who seems to have no experience.

He deliberately approached step by step, wanting to cause greater psychological pressure on the opponent. The opponent was so panicked that he couldn't even load his bullets. This kind of enemy was simply a spice on the battlefield. Every time he encountered one, he could feel happy for a long time.

But he didn't have that much time to waste here today. The task given by his employer was to kill a high-level Luper warlock, so he could just kill off this rookie sniper.

PS: The next update will be in the afternoon

Volume 3: Chapter 52: The Long Bloody Night II

With this in mind, Zarak no longer gave the other party time to reload bullets. He accelerated his pace suddenly, and the dagger in his right hand slashed directly towards Rupert's throat.