Mysteries: Arcana Wars

These thugs are not equipped with many hot weapons. It seems that both sides are still relatively cautious and dare not use limited ammunition first. No one wants to be used as a living target by the other side after running out of bullets.

...the one with the yellow scarf...the bald guy in overalls...

Klein was the first to notice the bearded man with the yellow scarf. He stared at the bearded man with the yellow scarf who was fighting with several thugs, and then held the spirit line in the air with both hands.

The yellow scarf man's movements suddenly froze. The thugs fighting him didn't realize what was happening, they just saw the right moment and chopped the yellow scarf's head with their machetes.

The broken blade stabbed into the back of Huang Lingjin's head, halfway inside and stuck. As blood spurted out, Huang Lingjin fell straight down, holding his wound.

The machete man was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he had beheaded the other boss, and he pulled out his machete and screamed. But before he could get excited for long, he was shot in the head by the yellow scarf's minions.

Since casualties had already occurred, the last bit of dignity was completely lost on both sides, and they all pulled out their guns and fired at each other.

The scum fell one after another amid the gunfire. However, due to limited firepower, in the blink of an eye, the two sides returned to the original fight.

The bald man in overalls was worthy of being the gang leader. He hid in a corner and avoided the exchange of fire. Klein took out a napkin and turned it into a soldier. He stared at the bald man and attacked him all the way. Finally, in the puppet-like stiffness, he nailed the napkin blade into the man's neck.

The bar suddenly became quiet.

The surviving minions on both sides immediately stopped fighting. They suddenly realized that the leaders of both sides had died in the melee.

This stern-faced man seemed to be a foreign aid invited by the other side, but in fact, he used almost crazy means to kill the leaders of both sides in one fell swoop.

According to Klein's memories of the Fifth Epoch, when redeeming bounties or completing resuming missions, the default approach was always to remove the target's head.

So he didn't delay, holding the napkin blade tightly and twisting it vigorously, removing the head of the leader of the Coke Gang. He originally wanted to reduce the contact area and just hold the hair, but then he remembered that the leader of the Coke Gang was bald. In the end, Klein could only choose a less disgusting posture to hold him, and forced himself to walk calmly to the other side of the battlefield.

After being blasted by bullets, the body of the Cinder Gang leader under the table was already a sight to behold, and the machete was almost splitting his head in half. Klein picked up the machete, chopped off his head, and took off the man's yellow scarf. He carefully bandaged the head that was about to be broken in half, and did not forget to poke the brain hanging outside into it.

...Ugh...this is really disgusting...please don't let it fall on my leather shoes...

Just like that, Klein carried one and hugged another, walked across the battlefield with a normal expression, and went straight to the bar.

The survivors stepped back in fear, and no one dared to come out to stop this madman.

“Our commitment is fulfilled.”

As he spoke, the adventurer placed the two heads steadily on the bar.

"Next it's your commitment."

The bartender, with blood coming out of all his orifices, stared at the two bloody heads for a long time. He couldn't help but wipe the blood off his face, then took the heads and fiddled with them up and down.

"I have a question, just out of personal curiosity. This is outside the scope of the transaction, you can choose not to answer it."

the bartender asked with interest.

"Why did you cut off both of their heads for me?"

Wait, so now when delivering assassination missions, you don’t need the target’s head?

Klein suddenly realized that he seemed to have done something very stupid, but when he met the bartender's eyes, he felt that this had some unexpected effects, like a blessing in disguise.

"I like to express my respect to the Lord of Evernight Harbor in some traditional ways." Klein pushed his glasses. "I hope you can understand our sincerity in this transaction. Any questions?"

When he saw the bartender raise his eyebrows, Klein realized that he had just asked a question.

According to Leonard's popular science, the rule of Evernight Harbor has always been equal exchange. Different intelligence must be exchanged for money or wine of different prices. Of course, when necessary, intelligence can also be used to pay off debts. The basis of exchanging intelligence for intelligence is to exchange problems for problems.

That is to say, after you answer a question asked by the bartender, you can use it to ask the bartender to answer an equivalent question. However, Klein just asked a rhetorical question, and the opportunity slipped away before he knew it.

“My answer is: no problem.”

The bartender studied the two bloody heads, glancing at the adventurer from time to time.

"It's just that your method is a little too traditional. When I took over Evernight Harbor, the previous boss mentioned to me that this practice of exchanging heads for bounties is still a practice in the electrical age. It is said that this practice was already very popular in the Fifth Epoch before the Doomsday Disaster. By the time of my predecessor, he had only seen two or three organizations that still exchanged heads for bounties in his life.

“Nowadays, some organizations like to have killers record a video or something to prove that they really killed the target.

"As expected, you are a traditionalist."

The bartender put his head down, leaned on the bar and said to the adventurer.

“But you’ve killed someone in front of me, and you didn’t have to do that, I saw it all.

"Besides, I don't need you to tell me who killed whom."

Klein thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. In this age of advanced information technology, it seemed that there was no need to prove one's actions to the bounty seeker. If you kill someone, the news will soon reach the ears of the intelligence organization. In the aboveground world, you can't deceive the information system; in the underground world, news still spreads faster than you think, especially in places like Evernight Harbor with convenient transportation and intelligence business.

However, in some isolated underground cities with simple facilities, the degree of information blockade may be only slightly better than that in the Fifth Epoch.

In this era, having basic communication facilities means the flow of information.

But there is one exception.

"Unless your bounty involves a high-level extraordinary power."

Klein continued.

Extraordinary power is still the biggest variable in this mortal technology. Low-level extraordinary abilities have limited influence on the information network built by technology, but high-level extraordinary power can be devastating to mortal technology.

"Don't worry, we in Evernight Harbor rarely issue bounties, and we won't provoke those forces living deep in the dungeon. Not to mention hunting down those big shots - as long as it doesn't harm the interests of Evernight Harbor, Evernight Harbor won't take action.

"However, since we get along fairly well, I'll give you a friendly reminder: don't underestimate the power of 'information'."

The bartender no longer looked at the adventurer and the detective and continued to fiddle with the two heads on the bar, placing them together and resting his hands on them.

Then the two heads began to move strangely, and blood, rotten meat, and hard bones all mixed together to form a soft and sticky liquid like bean paste. Then the bartender lowered his head, and a pair of thin and twisted strange hands stretched out from his throat, stretched his mouth open, grabbed the rotten meat and drank it like porridge.

Is this...flesh and blood magic?

So the real boss of Evernight Harbor is actually hiding in the body of this bartender?

The terrifying hand, like a dead branch, shrank back into the mouth along with the last bit of flesh and blood.

The bartender seemed to have just woken up from a dream. The pain from tearing his mouth and the discomfort in his esophagus made him bend over and retch continuously. Headache and dizziness followed one after another. Some kind of gurgling sound echoed in his chest, and in the end he seemed to spit out some liquid and mucus.

Finally, the bartender stood up again and wiped the blood off his face. He returned to his initial state of dull eyes and numb expression, only now his face was even paler.

“The boss said that Naven will take you to [Hazel Street].”

The bartender's words were weak. A man dressed as a waiter came out of the room behind the bar, holding a mop and a bucket. He nodded slightly to the detective and the adventurer, and then calmly began to clean the bloody lobby.

It seems that this is the Naven.

"When you are ready, just come to the front desk and find me."

The adventurer nodded to express his gratitude.

The detective wanted to say more, but he found that the adventurer turned around and walked quickly to the side.

"…Wait, where are you going?" the detective asked.

"bathroom."

The adventurer didn't even look back.

"My coat is dirty."