The Kingdom of Wolf is worthy of being the birthplace of mercenaries and assassins on the Green Sea Continent. Although the country's fortunes are currently declining and its soldiers are sparse, many civilians are direct descendants of Wolf King Lonto Guy's first-generation regiment.
Keeping a low profile and biding their time not only did not smooth out their warlike and bloodthirsty nature, but instead continued to accumulate a strong folk custom. Iron-blooded regiments famous in the mainland continued to emerge in the kingdom, and there were many families of assassins that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
"Whoosh!"
Abby shot a slender iron arrow with her eyes closed. Abby has been immersed in the long bow in her hand for many years. The long bow has long become an extension of his body. Three years ago, Abby secretly sneaked into the palace of Kate Kingdom.
After lurking for half a month, he finally found an opportunity to use this longbow to kill three military hawks in the Kingdom of Kate. After the mission was completed, Abby successfully escaped without any danger, and immediately became famous in the killer world.
Now Abby is no longer satisfied with using skills and sharp eyes to control bows and arrows. He pays more attention to the cultivation of senses, hoping to make further progress in martial arts practice.
"Take it!"
The sharp arrow pierced the wooden wall panel hard, making a dull sound.
Abby shook her head in disappointment, and then without warning, she quickly pulled out three iron arrows from her back and put them on the bowstring. She stretched the bowstring with her right hand like a full moon in her arms. After adjusting the angle, she quickly released her fingers.
"puff!"
The sound of arrows penetrating flesh came, and Abby's sensitive ears could tell the extremely small difference in the time when the three iron arrows hit the target. But obviously this result made Abby very satisfied with herself.
Abby pulled off the cloth that blindfolded her eyes, walked to the wooden wall and pulled out an iron arrow.
"Bah!"
As the arrow was pulled out, a stream of blood shot onto Abby's face. Abby wiped it without mind and pulled out three more iron arrows one after another.
Abby's archery targets were three naked living people tied to the wooden wall in a large shape. Two of them were middle-aged men in their forties, and the other one's eyes were full of horror and dirt.
The target turned out to be a seven or eight-year-old little girl. Except for the arrow that missed the target and was stuck on the wall, the other three arrows were accurately nailed into the forehead of the target, and the three mouths were tightly stuffed with rags.
Each of the tight fleshy targets had their eyes wide open and their eyes were about to burst, refusing to close their eyes.
Abby stretched out his deft and powerful right hand and touched the eyelids of the three people one by one. He closed his eyes and kissed his fist to pray for the three people. The blood kept flowing from the foreheads of the three targets, flowing down their cheeks and necks, and
It passed over the chest, abdomen and thighs, and hit the ground along the toes. The long and narrow room was filled with a disgusting fishy smell.
There was a sound of fluttering, and a gray falcon flew in from the skylight and landed on Abby's shoulder. Its scarlet eyes stared at the three corpses on the wall. Abby stroked the falcon's wings and lifted them from her paws.
Unwind a narrow roll of paper.
"We have work to do again!" Abby said to the falcon, pointing her finger at the little girl's body. The falcon let out a cry of joy and pounced on the girl's body to eat the fresh flesh. Abby smiled.
Watching the falcon eating, he gently wiped the bloody arrowhead in his hand with a piece of white cloth.
… … … …
In a mansion in the western suburbs of Delma City.
"Harder, harder, oh my god, I'm about to fly into the sky!"
On a finely carved camphor bed, a pair of naked men and women were tightly intertwined. The muscular man lay on top of the woman, breathing heavily and squirming constantly. The woman moaned and moaned under him.
## The room shook violently. The woman's ten sharp nails scratched the man's back hard, scratching countless blood marks on the shiny back.
After a moment, the man groaned and thrust his waist a few times. The woman also tilted her head back hard, and her body spasmed with bliss.
The woman had delicate facial features and long brown hair that curled around her chest like a siren. She lay contentedly in the man's arms, stretched out her hand to touch the man's chest, and said softly: "Beate, my dear
Brother, you are the best man in the world."
Beate bent her head and kissed the woman's delicate red lips lovingly, then casually covered her with a thin gauze dress: "Barbara, my sister, you are also the only love in my life."
Beate got naked and gently served Barbara to dress and groom her. Her fair face actually looked exactly like Barbara's.
Barbara sat in front of the mirror, combing her thick hair with a white ivory comb, and said coquettishly to Beate, who was hugging her waist: "That fat employer is really disgusting. He gave the money to others."
Sometimes, he would stare at someone's chest with a pair of evil eyes, as if he wanted to swallow someone's chest with a gulp of water."
"That's because my sister's breasts are so beautiful." Beate said softly, then put on a very sinister expression and said fiercely, "But I don't allow other men to have obscene thoughts about you. We
How about killing him?"
"Okay, my dear brother." Barbara said happily, "I like the bead on his hat very much. After you kill him, use that bead to tie me a beautiful necklace."
Beate nodded fondly and said: "Yesterday afternoon, the middleman gave us an assassination mission. The reward is very generous. After this mission is over, we will accompany you to collect that bead. I can imagine wearing such beautiful jewelry.
The way it looks on my sister’s chest, my God, I can’t wait.”
Barbara's face was a shy burgundy color, extremely charming.
After cleaning up, the twin siblings left the bedroom sweetly holding hands. Under the exquisite wooden bed, the original owner of the mansion had fallen to the ground and stopped breathing. A narrow wound in his throat was bleeding out.
Stretching outside the door, the huge courtyard was strewn with corpses, making it look like a hell on earth.
… … … …
On the pier, a bald man in tattered clothes carried a log weighing nearly a thousand kilograms on his shoulders and stepped heavily from the springboard onto the wooden platform by the river. The man was three meters tall, with a square face and round eyes, and his whole body was as hard as iron.
Compared with the bald man, the already tall and powerful Cannon and Amu looked like two children playing house.
The weight of the logs and the weight of the bald man's body shook the wooden platform. The thin overseer with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was picking his ears leisurely. The vibration made his eardrums sting. The overseer was furious, swearing and waving his whip fiercely.
He slapped the bald man on the ground a few times, and the tattered coarse clothes on the man's body were broken a little more. The man was not angry, he just grinned and giggled a few times, and continued to move forward with the log on his shoulders.
The supervisor was still angrily scolding him: "You little guy, if it weren't for your strength, I would have crushed you to death. I don't know what the boss thought about finding a fool to do the job."
A luxurious carriage galloped to the dock and stopped. The driver jumped off the shaft and respectfully opened the brocade curtain. A middle-aged man with bright eyes poked his head out of the carriage. Because he couldn't stand being on the dock.
The middle-aged man frowned and pinched his nose as he smelled the fishy smell, and waved to the bald man from a distance. Upon seeing this, the bald man walked towards the carriage with a silly smile.
The middle-aged man whispered a few words to the bald man, ordered the coachman to lower the curtain and walked away. The bald man thought for a moment, then threw down the log on his shoulder and strode towards the city.
"Hey, idiot, where are you going? We haven't finished the work yet. Are you itchy again?" The sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked supervisor jumped up and shouted while holding his whip.
The bald man suddenly turned around, his face no longer as stupid as before, and approached the supervisor with a ferocious look. The supervisor was shocked, shivering and stepped back, and asked stammering: "You, what are you going to do?
, you idiot, don't mess around, you..." The supervisor's voice was cut off instantly, and the bald man had already pinched his neck and lifted him off the ground. The supervisor's face turned red from suppressing it, and he tried hard with both hands.
He had to pry the fingers of the bald man apart and kick his feet randomly in the air.
"What do I want to do?" The bald man said with a ferocious smile, "I want to crush you to death, hehe."
The bald man exerted force on his hand, and there was a snap sound of his neck being broken. The overseer's head hung softly, and the body was thrown into the river by the bald man.
"Idiots are killing people!" The laborers on the dock were so frightened that they fled in all directions. Some of them were so frightened that their legs became weak and they fell into the river with a splash and struggled to the shore.
"Hehehe..." The bald man resumed his trademark silly smile, stretched out his hand to drag the laborer who fell into the river to the shore, turned around and strode towards the city.
………………
"What? You said you missed it?" A figure covered by a shadow stood up and slapped the table hard, causing the dishes on the table to rattle.
"Replying to the master, I didn't miss, I didn't make a move at all." A man in black with an extremely ordinary appearance stood aside with his hands lowered, large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and a pair of short-handled spikes stuck out of his back.
, it was the assassin in black who was ambushing on the roof and wanted to kill Amu, but in the end retreated silently.
"Oh?" The figure hidden in the dark sat back on the chair and said slowly, "It will prevent your ghost from finding a chance to take action. It seems that there is something hidden. I allow you to explain."
"Thank you, Master!" Ghost Shadow said with sincerity, "At that time, those people in Dragon Thorn were accidentally discovered by the target I wanted to deal with. Except for the wild dragon who could barely hold on for a moment, the other six Dragon Thorn masters were all attacked by the target.
To kill, he didn't even use his fighting spirit, he killed everyone purely by relying on his strength."
"I know the strength of those people in the Wild Dragon. If it is true as you said, the target person is indeed too strong." The owner of the ghost couldn't help but feel horrified.
Ghost Shadow continued: "Before Yelong's people took action, another group of people launched an attack at the target location. Later, for some reason, even the people from the patrolling city guard and the palace guard also participated with great fanfare. The subordinates didn't have any
When I found an opportunity to take action, I had no choice but to retreat."
"Okay, stop talking." The figure in the darkness said coldly: "We have accepted a large commission from our employer, and this mission must continue until death, otherwise who will come to us for cooperation in the future?" The figure bit.
Gritting his teeth, "Since the target person is so powerful, I'm afraid it won't help if you go alone. This time I will ask Phantom to fully cooperate with you. Don't let me down again."
A graceful figure suddenly appeared next to the ghost. It turned out that the ghost was a woman. The ghost knelt down on one knee and solemnly promised: "The ghost will obey the master's orders."
"You two go." The owner said coldly, "If you can't succeed this time, you two should not come back again."
The ghost and the phantom shuddered at the same time, and both accepted the order and left.
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At dusk, at the edge of the forest, there is a simple restaurant.
Five burly, shirtless men gathered around a table and barked out orders. Bowls of poor-tasting ale kept bottoming out. The owner of the restaurant, an old woman with a stooped waist, struggled to lift a large pot.
Putting the ale on the table, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
"Damn it, why haven't I been served the food I asked for? Do you want to starve me to death?" a big man with a sinister face yelled.
"It'll be ready soon, don't worry, don't worry, I'll bring it to you." The old woman walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of yellow things in each hand.
"Get away, I feel disgusted when I see you so ugly. How can I eat this food?" The big man glanced at the old woman's face and kicked her away. The old woman had a huge aquiline nose, and her face was full of
The loose wrinkles are as ugly as the legendary witch.
"Bah!" Another big man with freckles on his face spit out the food he just put in his mouth on the ground. "No matter what the hell you make for us, the shit I poop is more delicious than this."
He stood up, rolled up his sleeves and was about to attack the old woman.
"Don't bully my grandma!" came a childish voice.
The pock-marked man followed the sound and saw a five or six-year-old little girl standing at the door of the kitchen. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and a round face. She was holding a dirty black cat in her arms, as cute as a doll.
With tears in her eyes, the little girl ran over to help the old woman up, raised her face and said to the pockmarked man: "Don't hit my grandma. If you want to eat something good, I will go to the kitchen and get it for you."
Although the pockmarked man had a cruel nature, he couldn't keep his face down and look like a pretty little girl. He raised his fists high in the air and watched helplessly as the little girl ran into the kitchen.
After a while, the little girl ran out of the kitchen holding a roast goose. He stood on tiptoes and put the roast goose on the table with great effort: "Here, you can eat. This is originally Uncle Brenda from the town."
I’ve given you the dinner I ordered, please don’t hurt my grandma.”
"Humph, you have some eyes!" The pock-marked man also felt that bullying the old and weak was meaningless, so he tore open the roast goose and distributed it to his companions. He picked up one of the hind legs and gnawed on it until his mouth was full of oil.
"Ho...ho..." The pock-marked man suddenly threw away the half-chewed goose leg in his hand. He fell to the ground rolling with a painful expression on his face, and a lot of blood foam poured out from the corners of his mouth. The other three big men also fell one after another.
On the ground, rolling around in pain.
"Little bastard, what did you put in the roast goose?" The big man with a sinewy face was addicted to alcohol. Because he kept drinking, he didn't have time to touch the roast goose. Seeing the appearance of his companions, the big man angrily
He took out a knife and pushed towards the little girl.
The little girl hugged the black cat tightly in her arms and backed away timidly. Suddenly, the little girl looked behind the big man and shouted: "Uncle Brenda, you are here!"
The big man heard the sound and looked behind him, only to find that there was no one behind him.
"Oops!" The big man was shocked to realize that he had been deceived by this little goblin. He quickly turned around and rushed forward with a knife. The little girl did not run away. She just retreated to the burning stove, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the little girl's mouth.
, he let go of the black cat in his arms, picked up a pot of boiling hot water from the stove and poured it on the big man's head.
"Ah! My eyes!" The big man let out a shrill scream. He covered his eyes tightly with his hands and squatted on the ground. He cursed fiercely: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, little bastard!"
"
"Push!" The big man's yelling stopped abruptly, with the short knife he just dropped on the ground stuck in his heart.
The little girl's delicate fingers slowly let go of the handle of the knife, beckoning the black cat to return to her arms. The old woman stroked the little girl's hair and encouraged her kindly: "Angela, you did a good job. You used the type of poison well."
It’s very correct, and the location where the knife was inserted is also very accurate. It seems that grandma can feel completely relieved during the operation at night!”
Angela flashed her eyelashes like two small brushes and showed a naughty smile to the black cat in her arms, so full of innocence and innocence.