The nights in Wolf City are now very brightly decorated with lights, but after all, this is not Dragon City or Bunas, so most of the streets are still dark.
A carriage drove slowly along the relatively clean street, and the gas lamp on the carriage gave off a drowsy light.
This kind of carriage is gradually being eliminated by the times, but before it was eliminated, it was still the most important means of transportation in the world.
Two horses pulled the carriage through the not-so-bright streets, and then stopped in front of an alley.
A thin man jumped out of the carriage, twisted his neck, and then looked around with squinted eyes.
The nights here are not lively, or in other words, compared with other cities, the nights here are no different, they are all gloomy.
The nearest street lamp was dozens of meters away, and the fragile light it emitted could not illuminate the entrance of the alley.
The man looked around, then gave way to the carriage door, and another man got out of it.
He also moved away from his position and looked around cautiously. He was very strong, much stronger than the thin man before.
The two men clamped the carriage on the left and right, and they looked professional. Then, a tall and thin man emerged from the carriage.
The man's appearance was covered by a hood, and most of his body was covered by a black cloak.
However, when he stepped on the ground with one foot and landed with the other foot, he made a moderate impact sound.
One of this man's feet is a fake, and the iron shoe cannot replace his original leg, so he walks a little bumpy, one high and one low.
The three people did not stop and walked directly into the depths of the alley. The carriage did not stop here either, but went around in a circle and stopped next to the street lamp.
Most people will choose a bright place to wait for someone. If they deliberately choose a dark place to park, it will arouse the suspicion of the patrol police. Therefore, the carriage driver skillfully found a bright place. This kind of caution can only be seen by a veteran who often lurks.
The tall and thin man limped to the end of the alley and knocked on the familiar wooden door three times.
Nowadays, many of the doors of Bunas' apartment are covered with iron sheets. The heavy reverberation when they are knocked on them makes him very annoying as he often robs houses.
What about the most basic trust between people? Why use iron as a door? Isn't wood bad? Shouldn't this kind of door that opens with a kick always be retained?
After a while, the door was pushed open from the inside. The man who opened the door gave up his position, and the three of them walked in.
Before closing the door, the thin man who was the last one to go in poked his head out again to make sure no one was outside, and then closed the door.
Surprisingly, there was electric lighting in the room. Such brightness made the three visitors who were accustomed to darkness somewhat uncomfortable.
"You will enjoy it." The tall and lanky man, whose whole body was covered by a cloak, sneered, and then used a hook to open his hood.
A face full of scars and an extremely ugly face was revealed, and those weird tattoos made him look a bit scary.
This man is none other than Chumluo, the man who was blessed with great fortune and survived even though he lost a leg and a hand.
Before, his body was as strong as a bear, but after being injured twice, he was left with only a tall and thin body.
"I have to be in a state that is consistent with my status...otherwise what will I do if others doubt me." The owner of the room motioned for the three people to sit down casually: "It's not easy to come all the way, isn't it?"
"It's indeed not easy. Those people are hard to deal with...but we are even harder to deal with." The strong follower sneered, sat down on the comfortable sofa, and stared at the man who greeted them: "Who are you...this
Where has the original owner of the room gone?”
He seemed to be sure that something was wrong with the owner of the room, and his hand had already touched his waist, as if he was about to take out a pistol.
"Huh..." The man shook his head, dismissive and even unwilling to deal with the strong man who was pretending to take out his dick.
Chumro didn't speak the whole time. He just looked at the high wall of the room, where a portrait hung, a portrait of Count Ronin Fisherow.
Without looking back, he said to his men: "Okay! If he has any problems, there will be at least 20 Silver Fox people waiting for us here."
After saying that, he turned his head, looked at the other person, and introduced himself: "My name is Chumluo! Where is your Excellency?"
After hearing the name Chumluo, the owner of the room was obviously a little uncomfortable, but he recovered after a moment, but did not introduce himself.
The other party stared at Chumluo nervously, lowered his voice and yelled: "How dare you come here! Do you know that almost everyone here wants your life?"
"I know! I'll kill him." Chumluo grinned. He had just seen the man's unnatural expression, and he already had murderous thoughts in his heart. However, there was nothing wrong with the other person's subsequent reaction, so he confirmed it now
The other party should really be arranged by Cyric.
"How dare you come back after knowing this?" the man asked bitterly.
"Because... I'm here to kill his daughter." Chumluo replied with overwhelming hatred: "I will kill her, kill Tang Mo, and kill everyone who made me look like this! Hey, hey
hey-hey!"
"You have the guts!" The man seemed to be impressed by Chumluo. He lowered his head and said with emotion: "Are you the only ones?"
"No! I brought 15 elites this time! Each one was personally selected by me! In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, we will take action tomorrow night." Chumro replied.
While he was talking, the thin man unexpectedly found the ID of the owner of the room without knowing where he was.
He walked to Chumluo's side, handed the ID to Chumluo, and then said with a sinister smile: "This thing is really convenient. It has a name on it and... yes, that portrait, exactly the same."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That's a photo!" the owner of the room reminded the other person with a look of disgust, and then took his ID from Chumro's hand: "Remember
, my name is Marvel now."
"Food is prepared in the kitchen..." Marvel collected his documents and said, "You can have a good rest here."
"No, we'll leave as soon as we get our things."
"Okay." Marvel nodded, then leaned down and lifted up his carpet. Under the carpet was an old floor.
He lifted up a few wooden floorboards that looked the same, revealing a box hidden inside.
"Yesterday it was delivered...it had special sealing paint on it...the task was not to open this box in advance, so I never opened it." Marvell said while motioning for two followers to come over and help.
The strong man, the attendant, and the thin man came forward and worked hard together to lift this special box out.
After seeing the box, Chumluo showed a cruel smile on his face. This box was transported through special channels, but he had personally packed the things into it before.
He grinned, then carefully checked the sealing paint, and only after confirming that no one had opened it during transportation, he took out the key.
He used the key to poke the sealing paint open and unscrewed the lock. Inside was a pile of handguns piled messily. These handguns were all old revolvers manufactured by the Datang Group. In addition, there seemed to be a dozen more in the box.
K2 lever rifle.
Of course, the gaps between these guns were filled with dense bullets. Chumro pulled out a pistol, made an aiming motion, and then handed it to Marvell.
"Thank you for your hard work! Leave the rest to us!" Chumluo said proudly. While he was speaking, the strong man and the thin man had each selected two pistols and started loading bullets.
Marvel took the pistol and began to help Chumro load bullets - after all, it was really not convenient for Chumro to load a revolver with only one hand.
"More than a dozen people just want to break into the Earl's Mansion. Isn't it a bit exaggerated?" Marvell chatted while loading.
"It doesn't matter, we have a detailed action plan." Chumro is very confident in his action plan: "Now the security forces around the Earl's Palace use pistols. We have long guns, and the firepower is stronger than them. They are
You can’t beat us.”
Although the K2 lever rifle is not as good as a submachine gun, there is no problem in bullying opponents who only have short guns. It has higher accuracy and a good rate of fire, and its advantages in close combat are still obvious.
What's more, they calculated mentally and unintentionally, and the other party was unprepared and would immediately fall into chaos. Their chance of success was still very high.
In the past, the Earl's Mansion was difficult to attack because soldiers and police were not separated. The soldiers stationed at the Earl's Mansion were serious soldiers. The enemy had strong firepower, so it was naturally not easy to attack.
But now, the regular troops in Beiling are no longer stationed in the city, and all security work in the Earl's Mansion has been taken over by the security forces. They are only equipped with pistols, and their firepower has obviously been greatly weakened.
"Operation tomorrow night?..." The voice that spoke was Marvel's.
"Hmm...we will dress up as delivery people...and start at the back door...setting fire while taking advantage of the chaos." Chumro answered.
Then, there was the heavy sound of moving boxes.
These sounds could also be heard vaguely in another room separated by a wall. Dozens of men carrying Thompson submachine guns stood there with stern expressions and said nothing.
The leading man leaned against the wall that was deliberately made thin and listened clearly to the conversation on the other side.
However, they did not take any action until Chumluo and others left with the box and carriage.
