I will be crowned king

"Has everything been arranged?"

In the dim street, "Old Pocket Watch" looked back at "Cigar" walking through the crowd, and said kindly.

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged."

The smiling "Cigar" shrugged, looking indifferent:

"This is not the first time this has happened to me. It's not difficult - as long as there are no mistakes, thousands of boxes of goods will be shipped out in an hour."

"Tonight's matter must not go wrong."

The gentle "Old Pocket Watch" emphasized: "This is not smuggling tobacco, alcohol and food... Dear Cigar, your attitude makes me a little worried."

"Of course, I understand, I understand."

"Cigar", who raised his hands, was nervous and trembled all over, and immediately said with a smile.

In the midnight when the cold wind howled, there was no light in the dome shrouded by lead clouds. In the long and narrow alleys, there were only pairs of eyes hiding in the shadows and corners, emitting a faint light.

Not long after, a burst of fierce gunfire came from the direction of the factory not far outside the alley, and then quickly dissipated without a trace.

A short gangster entered from the alley, rushed to the side of "Old Pocket Watch", and said something in his ear.

"Good, Rifling and our 'new friend' have been obtained."

The corners of "Old Pocket Watch"'s mouth raised slightly:

"In another ten minutes, our new friend will find an opportunity to cause a commotion in the factory as agreed between you and him; and then you...smart cigar, will make a suggestion to me, 'Let's go in and have a look'."

"Taking advantage of the darkness and chaos, let my dear Rifle die in this accident inexplicably; and Cigar, you will join forces with our new friends to kill me before I escape from the factory... I have Did you remember something wrong?"

"No, no!"

With a smile on his face, "Cigar"'s mouth twitched, he shrank his neck and continued to smile: "I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly at your age."

"As a black mage, spying on people's hearts is the foundation of the foundation." Shaking his head, "Old Pocket Watch" didn't take it seriously:

"I always believe that only by thoroughly understanding a person can you truly decide whether to be friends with him or not; unfortunately, I have always had very few friends."

"Like Rifle, he is a very good friend - honest and reliable, never easy to frame others, never involved in other people's interests; if there is even a slight possibility, I will not make the decision to kill him."

"But it's a pity that no matter how I hinted, he refused to completely hand over the rights of the union; I have obviously promised him that I will save his life no matter what...sigh."

A low and helpless sigh echoed in the deep alley.

"In comparison, dear Cigar, you are special."

"Old Pocket Watch", who was bowing his head and lamenting, suddenly changed the topic, making "Cigar" almost scream out in fright:

"I can't see through you, let alone what you are thinking - to be honest, if you didn't tell me your plan, but really joined forces with our new friends, maybe there is indeed a trace of killing at the same time. My chance with Rifling.”

"What made you decide to betray him?"

Looking at "Cigar" with fear written all over his face, "Old Pocket Watch" said softly.

"What is it, hehehe..."

The corners of the happy "Cigar"'s trembling mouth slightly raised:

"It's nothing, I'm just scared."

"Scared?"

"Yes, because you are too scary, old pocket watch... I still remember that our 'small group' had more than a dozen people in the earliest days, and there were dozens of gangs, big and small; what about now? What about the hydra? It was an accident, so what do others say... You are too scary, old pocket watch. Rather than killing you, I think it is safer to surrender to you."

"Cigar" laughed miserably: "At the very least...even if I die, I won't die in your hands like a whisper."

"What's more, how could I place all my hopes on a guy who appears out of nowhere and is so dangerous?"

"Whisper?"

As if he heard something incredible, "Old Pocket Watch"'s expression was startled: "But I didn't kill Whisper."

"What?"

"Cigar"'s expression changed: "Wait, it's not you...you and Rifling...give him..."

He looked at the "old pocket watch" with a surprised expression, stammered and gestured, and quickly made movements such as wiping the opponent's neck and hanging him.

"Cigar, whether you believe it or not." "Old Pocket Watch" shook his head slightly and said solemnly:

"Whisper was not killed by Rifu and I. I can even testify for Rifu because I was right next to him at the time... At least I didn't hide anything from you or our new friends about this matter."

Um? !

"Cigar" froze.

"It's not you...it's not me...it's not Rifle..." He murmured in a low voice, his horrified eyes looking in the direction of the factory involuntarily:

"Then...who did it?"

…………

"Is it the whisper you killed?!"

He put his forehead against the hole of the gun, tapped the "rifling" of the revolver hammer, and glared at Anson, staring at his every move.

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

Anson replied expressionlessly, quickly judging the situation in his mind - the warehouse is empty, and the only people who know what happened tonight are the five people in front of the table... If it's not "Rifling", then it must be the other three people one of them.

Whisper, Old Pocket Watch... In addition to himself and "Cigar", there is at least one other person who is planning to take advantage of others.

"You arranged tonight's location, Rifling, how do I know this is not a trap you set?!"

Anson, who spoke coldly, raised the kerosene lamp, and the dim light shone on the frightened, angry and ferocious face under the black soft hat.

"Because I don't need it!"

Stimulated by the light, "Rifle" subconsciously narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and growled: "If I plan to kill all of you, do I need to empty the warehouse in advance?"

"Wouldn't it be simpler to just have dozens of people waiting behind the gate with guns?!"

"That's not a whisper I killed!"

Anson pretended to be angry and suddenly burst out, deliberately taking a step forward to deflect the bullet hole on his forehead a little:

"I have no idea where he is. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known he was dead!"

"Okay, Hydra, put your gun down and prove it to me!"

"Why didn't you put the gun down?!"

"You think I'm stupid?!"

"You think I'm stupid?!"

The two people, staring into each other's eyes, were frozen in place, pressing the gun holes in their heads and holding on to the trigger, not daring to relax in the slightest.

This confrontation lasted for a minute. Cole and Rifling's cronies, who finally noticed something was not right outside, rushed in, their eyes froze at the same time.

But the experienced two men immediately regained their composure and found the best solution to deal with the situation at hand - decisively drawing their guns, and then aiming at each other's heads at the same time.

"What's happening here?!"

Holding the gun hole on his temple, Cole Dorian cocked the hammer and looked at Anson. There was an unspoken subtext in his surprised eyes - have we both been exposed? !

"Not sure, but it looks like we are being treated as the prisoners who killed the Whisperers."

Anson replied without looking back - don't worry, they haven't thought about that level yet.

"Anson Bach, don't treat others like fools!"

The growling "Rifling"'s whole face was twisted with shock and fury: "I know where you come from!"

"Boss, he is the new hydra..." the confidant on the side couldn't help but remind him.

"Shut up!"

"Rifling" shouted loudly:

"You suddenly appeared and killed the hydra in one fell swoop. You killed two of our brothers as soon as you arrived. What's more, you're actually a member of the Tribunal, right?"

"Of course I'm not!"

Anson stared at him indifferently: "I dare to swear to the original ring, do you dare?!"

"Then you swear!"

"I, Anson Bach, swear that if I am a member of the Inquisition, I will be shot to death by the person I trust most!"

Anson turned around sharply as he spoke:

"Cole, testify for me!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough...!!!"

The secondary judge almost lost his breath after coughing violently, and nodded to the other three people:

"Yes, I can testify that he is definitely not from the trial court!"

Of course, because he is actually from the church... Cole couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Maybe it's because Anson's attitude is very sincere, maybe because there is really no evidence... "Rifling" was stunned for a moment, and slowly put away the revolver that was placed on Anson's head.

"So...it's really not you?"

"Of course it's not me. I don't even know how many times I have to explain it to you before you understand."

Anson deliberately showed a bit of impatience, and at the same time put the revolver in his arms but did not let go.

Cole and "Rifling"'s cronies also put away their weapons, and the tense atmosphere in the empty warehouse finally calmed down a little.

"So it's not you and it's not me..."

Looking at the empty warehouse with a puzzled expression, "Rifling" said to himself:

"Who could have done that?"

"Shouldn't you tell me this?" Anson asked angrily.

"why me?"

"Because I just met you bastards yesterday!"

"...Sorry, I forgot about it."

Rifling's face was a little ugly, and his voice was filled with anger: "But I know two things."

"First of all, there are only five of us who know about this matter, so no matter who it is, it must be related to the five of us!"

"Second, if we continue to stay, we will definitely fall into some bastard's trap!"

"Then...retreat?"

Anson glanced sideways at the "rifling" and suggested: "According to my experience, the faster you retreat at this time, the smaller the loss will be."

"Yes, but that's on the battlefield - at least you don't have to worry about being shot in the dark by your brothers in the same trench."

"Rifling" who snorted coldly looked at Anson very mockingly:

"This is the outer city of Clovis City. The rule here is that as long as you have money to earn, you can sell all your friends for just one copper coin - and you must betray him before he betrays you!"

"Anson Bach...or hydra, if you want to live in the outer city, you have to change your mind. You have to think about how to avoid being betrayed by others."

Rifled reminded.

"you mean……"

"We have to let the two people outside come in." He pointed behind him and looked at Anson meaningfully:

"No matter who did it, only face to face can guarantee that we will not betray each other; even if it has nothing to do with them, we have to let these two people fall into the trap with us!"

Anson was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in deep understanding.

In terms of how to treat others with sincerity, these gangsters and spell casters from the outer city are indeed much more experienced than me.

After coming up with the next plan, the two people who knew each other tacitly did not leave. Instead, they asked each other's "confidant" to inform the other two people. Although it was confirmed that it could not be the other party, that is different from trust. .

"You tell Old Pocket Watch and Cigar that there is a small situation here. Don't explain it in detail. Just tell them that the four of us must solve the matter together."

The cautious "Rifling" ordered his cronies.

"Be careful. If anything happens, come back quickly." On the other side, Anson looked at Cole meaningfully:

"Either find a way to notify me, or run away quickly... In short, staying alive is the most important thing."

"I understand, don't worry."

The inferior judge immediately understood what Anson meant, smiled understandingly, turned around side by side with Rifling's cronies, and walked towards the factory gate.

When the two figures walked away, "Rifling" suddenly took out two magic books from his arms and handed them over without looking back.

Anson frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"

"A little apology."

"Rifling" turned his head and stared straight at Anson, and said very simply: "You are the boss of the Hydra. I have wronged you, but I don't want to be enemies with you and your people... That's it."

"And since we are all conjurers, this should be the most appropriate gift."

Anson paused for a moment and immediately understood the meaning of his words.

The core of the Conjurer's battle is all kinds of weird magic, so of course the more magic the better; in addition, the other party giving the magic book to him is also unknowingly exposing his background, which is a kind of goodwill.

"Why?" Anson took the magic book, looked at it casually and stuffed it into his arms:

"I just got the position of the boss of the hydra yesterday, and I'm not at the same level as you local snakes - I know very well how the old man will torment the newcomer."

Anson never forgets his current "persona".

"Yes, but that was before."

"Rifling" suddenly flashed a murderous intent in his eyes: "But I suddenly figured it out just now."

"The only person who knows this place is me, plus a few cronies around me; the only explanation is that someone around me betrayed me."

"So I thought carefully about whether any of the 'good brothers' around me could kill anyone who whispered without leaving a trace, and could bribe my cronies quietly; and then I discovered that there was indeed one."

He sneered: "Old pocket watch... it can only be him!"

"So I plan to join forces with you to ambush this old bastard in this warehouse - although I am not afraid of him, after all, one more person means more certainty, and there is also this madman named Cigar... both of them must die!"

"If you agree, the two magic books just now will be regarded as a deposit. After the deal is completed, the two of us will split the business equally."

Facing the invitation from "Rifling", Anson showed a smile without any hesitation on his face:

"certainly!"