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The Bartessa family.

He started his business by relying on underground human trafficking, wandering in the gray area of ​​rules all the year round, and has a stable financial relationship with most underworld families.

At night, in the party hall with rich clothes and shadows, mellow red wine is filled in transparent goblets, and the glasses make a short crisp sound when they are lightly collided, and the bright purple liquid in the glasses reflects their faces.

This is a private banquet celebrating collaboration.

The leaders of the two families toasted and drank together with their own ulterior motives.

Suddenly, there was a huge roar from the outside. The people who were chatting with smiles stopped their voices, and the music played in the hall also stopped. Everyone looked at the door at the same time.

A few seconds later, the sound of hurried footsteps quickly approached.

Then slammed the door open.

The bodyguard in charge of the security of the banquet covered his injured shoulder with blood flowing down his knuckles. He shouted to the crowd in panic: "Outside! A few strange people broke in outside..."

Before he finished speaking, a bullet suddenly pierced his head.

Scarlet blood spattered out immediately.

The people in the banquet were stunned for half a second, then burst into terrifying screams, the exquisite and delicious food was roughly thrown to the ground, and they rushed to the exit to escape from this place.

In the courtyard outside, a dark figure appeared.

"Two-handed machine gun."

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of dense bullets, and the group of people who rushed out of the banquet were all shot to death. The bloody smell instantly permeated the entire resplendent banquet hall, wrapped in a strong sense of death.

A tall and burly figure appeared outside the banquet. His body was hunched over, and he made a splashing sound when he stepped on the blood on the steps.

"Franklin, you won't kill those people, will you?"

A blond young man poked his head out from behind him, and fiddled with the phone in the shape of a little devil: "You have to ask them for the book that the leader wants...Ah! Even the people I control are killed by you Already!"

"Leave a few, the people you control are too slow."

"Well...that's true."

The blond young man thought for a moment, agreed decisively with his partner, shook his phone and said with a smile: "But there is no way, Feitan and the others are not here, after all, now is not the time for group activities."

They entered the hall while they were talking, their eyes glanced around very quickly, and they were fixed in a dark corner, a pair of feet were hiding behind the heavy curtains, and the trouser legs of the suit were trembling weakly.

The blond young man stepped forward and opened the curtains. After comparing the photos, he patted his chest and exhaled: "Great! Fortunately, he is still alive!"

"I said it all. I kept a few people."

"Huh? I'm just worried about the Buttesla family."

They were talking as if no one else was there, and the leader of the Bates family in front of him was ashen-faced, with deep vigilance and fear hidden in his eyes.

He originally wanted to hide in the corner and wait for the bodyguards to deal with the outsiders, but he didn't expect that all the bodyguards were dealt with by these two people, and even the guests he invited were all killed. After that, he must face the pressure from the gangster family , maybe you need to give up the profit again, damn it...

He closed his eyes and suppressed the anxiety in his heart for a while.

Now is not the time to worry about that...

The most important thing should be to find a way to save their lives. Since these intruders have something they want, it means that they can talk.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard steady footsteps coming from outside, and then a young man who looked like a college student walked in, and the blond young man immediately waved to him: "Captain, I've caught him."

The young man was wearing a white shirt with a little blood on the collar.

"Huh? Nomibi? Buttesla?"

A white bandage was wrapped around his forehead, and when he walked towards the light, his whole person seemed to be enveloped in an elegant and dark temperament.

Like a poppy rooted in the abyss of hell, charming but dangerous.

"Excuse me, I want to ask you something."

The young man smiled softly.

It is completely impossible to see that they are the companions of the two murderers.

He leaned down and lowered his head, flipping the cover of the book in his hand: "I heard that the Bates family has the lower part of this book, right?"

Nomibi, the leader of the Ba Tesla family, was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously answered the young man's question in a calm tone: ""Empress Gulinami"? This book was completely extinct ten years ago. There are less than a hundred copies, and there is no market for it, so we have not collected this book."

"Ah, is it..."

Seeing that the young man fell into deep thought, Nomibi suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth tightly, and asked in an almost absurd tone: "Just because of a book...you will kill all the people here!"

"You are a bunch of lunatics!"

But the young man didn't respond to his anger. He slightly bent his index finger against his chin, and after thinking for a while, he said calmly, "Then there is no other way."

He lowered his head slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead poured down from the top of his head, looking like a child who was innocent and unaware of the world, and then the corners of his lips were bent, revealing a light darkness on his face.

"Forget it. I'll go find it myself."

He smiled and turned to go up the stairs: "Xia Ke, get rid of him."

The blond young man smiled all over his face: "OK, leader..."

Nomibi Bates suddenly became frightened, and rushed out of this corner to catch up with the young man on the stairs: "Wait..."

He paused in hurried steps, then fell crookedly to the ground.

The library of the Bartesla family is so large that it is three floors high, and each floor is filled with rare books and translations from all over the world.

It's not because of love, but because I want to monopolize and resell at a high price.

The young man entered the library alone, while the blond young knight and the burly man Franklin stayed outside and waited.

"Does the leader want to search through so many books alone?"

The knight glanced at the scene in the library. The dense books made his scalp tingle, and he quickly turned his head back: "This is not a workload that can be done easily."

Franklin was sitting in the corner with arms crossed boredly, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes and looked at the knight: "Why don't you go and help the leader?"

"Ah, please forgive me."

The knight raised his hand to press his forehead, with a look of headache, "I don't like reading since I was a child."

Hearing the word "childhood", Franklin became slightly interested.It is said that Ma Qi and the leader of the knights acted together in Meteor Street when they were young, but the knights were not the first group when the brigade was formed.

However, the knight did not continue to talk. Half an hour later, the young man came out of the library, carrying the unique ink smell of books and the smell of old rotten wood.

"Head, is there no volume [-] of that book?"

"Well, not in there."

The young man is holding a hard-shell book. The cover is dark red, surrounded by golden patterns, and in the middle is an ancient text protruding with a special binding method. The translation is "Empress Gulinami? Shang".

"Just now, I thought they were trying to hide it. After all, the market value of this set of books is very considerable now. I didn't expect that there are really none."

He sighed rather regretfully.

But it's not that he sighed because he killed everyone, it's just that he couldn't find the book he wanted to read.

"Huh? Bates is the family that collects the most ancient books."

The knight got up and followed the young man, kept throwing up the phone and catching it again, blinking: "If you don't even have them, it will be hard to find them."

"Well, that's true."

The young man opened the book in his hand. It was well preserved, and there were traces of folding and recording on it. His eyes stayed on the page he was most curious about: "Knowing the fate, but still choosing to fight against it..."

【The army of the new king has already approached the city. She sits high on the throne, the emerald crown surrounds the golden hair that is as bright as the sun, and the firm belief and desperate consciousness flow out of the emerald green eyes...】

His slender fingers brushed across the text, a smile hung on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were inexplicably dark: "Human beings are really... intriguing."

Just as they were about to leave the second floor, the knight turned his head to the right casually, and suddenly found a strange decoration. After running over with small steps and tossing a few times, a door suddenly appeared in front of him.

He said cheerfully, "Hey, Captain, there is another room here."

Kicking open the door violently, the light in the room was very dark, and there was a huge glass tank in the middle, which was filled with water, reflecting sparkling waves under the light.

In this clarity, a tail of icy blue floats in it, floating and undulating along the water waves like seaweed, like an exquisite treasure.

Perhaps it was because the banquet lights that broke in suddenly were too dazzling.

"Treasure" raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The young man clasped the spine of the book, his originally calm and indifferent expression became turbulent, and his eyes showed a gleam of interest: "Oh? Mermaid?"

In the glass water tank, the dark blue fish tail swayed gently, and a touch of green eyes appeared between the gaps between the slender fingers. The light fell inside, like dewdrops in the forest dotted by the sun.

He hooked his lips and smiled, turned around and ordered at the same time: "Take it away..."

……

Fick Friends City.

The city center is a few kilometers away from the suburbs.

The place is bustling and noisy, and people live leisurely, unaware that a tragedy just happened in a suburban villa a few kilometers away.The culprit drove away as if nothing had happened after changing his clothes.

A large truck was parked on the side of the street, with two knights sitting in the front row.

The back of the truck was covered with a ball of black cloth. Passers-by thought it was a common cargo, and quickly looked away after glancing at it.

The young man was not in the car, he was walking alone on the street.

The warm warm wind gently stirred his ear hair, the bell tower rang the time to tell the time, and the sound of a boy selling newspapers could be heard from afar, together with the yelling of stalls in the streets and alleys, half of them were overwhelmed by the honking of the busy traffic. The sound is covered, and the other half is carried far, far away with the wind.

He seemed very laid back, with one hand in his pocket.

Walking unhurriedly on the busy street, small vendors passed by holding balloons, and children were noisily chasing and playing.

Everything is full of earthly smoke and fire.

But it has nothing to do with him, full of indifferent scrutiny.

An old man sits next to the fountain in the middle of the square. He is the manager of the nearby rescue center. He will ask for charity here every Sunday and buy some white bread for the children living in the rescue center.

The young man stood in front of the old man curiously, and there was no special emotion in his dark eyes.

After seeing the old man warmly thanking everyone who stayed, he suddenly curled his lips, like a child who saw something interesting, and took out the gold coin he had just picked up from the Ba Tesla family and put it in front of the old man.

The old man was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "This is too precious..."

He stood up indifferently, put one hand in his pocket, with a smile in his eyes, and said gently, "It's okay, it's not important to me."

"Thank you very much for your generosity." The old man sighed softly, "May I know your name?"

It's a normal thing to ask for a name from a generous backer so that it can be easily recorded behind the source of funding.But the young man suddenly smiled as if he heard something interesting.

"A name? Yes."

He stood in front of the old man in a leisurely manner, his white shirt was clean under the sun, like a college student on vacation: "Kurolo..."

The peddler beside him slammed on the iron pot, and the sharp sound made the white pigeons in the square fly high, and the white feathers flew across the blue sky. The young man stood under the pure white, smiling purely and sincerely.

A faint shadow appeared on his face: "Kulolo? Luxilu."

……

A large truck in the distance.

Xia Ke and Franklin sitting in the front row saw this scene.

"The leader is doing charity again." Franklin said.

"It's not a big deal." The knight was playing a mobile game with a smile on his face, "Anyway, robbery and charity are similar to us, so we can do whatever we want."

Worldly rules of good and evil cannot bind them.

It's personal preference.

The knight suddenly raised his head: "Ah! Speaking of this!"

He said excitedly: "Last time, Fei Tan and I helped the elderly to cross the road, and she praised us as model youths, haha!"

Franklin was noncommittal: "It doesn't matter, just be happy."

The knight nodded: "That's what happened."

After waiting for a long time, Kuroro had no intention of coming back. Franklin was so bored that he folded his arms and leaned on the seat: "Captain...is he always so casual every time he moves freely?"

Hearing this, the knight rolled his eyes: "Aren't you bored waiting?"

He raised his phone and laughed triumphantly: "I downloaded a lot of games on my phone in advance, just to pass the time."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head again: "Thank you for your hard work this time. In the past, Maggie and Pike were by his side more often, but during this time, Maggie has something to go back to Meteor Street, and Pike went with her. "

Among all the members of the brigade that existed since the establishment of the brigade, Fei Tan had his own business to do, while Nobunaga and Wo Jin met to fight with people they knew before, and only Franklin had free time.

Franklin also knew these things, so he didn't refuse. He looked at the knight and asked, "You and Ma Qi grew up with the leader, right?"

The knight was busy pressing the keys with one hand, and waved the other hand back and forth: "Growing up together? It's not really, it's just that we all studied with the same person for a period of time, and then we left together from there."

"Study with the same person?"

"Hmm! That's right, I was forced to read a lot of books at the time."

Seemingly thinking of something terrifying, the knight trembled and patted his chest with lingering fear: "It's really scary. How can someone like reading books as much as the leader? Speaking of which, the book in the leader's hand seems to be Taken from her."

It is very common to learn skills with adults who are willing to shelter children on Meteor Street. Franklin nodded: "So that's the case. So you left after learning?"

The knight paused while playing the game: "Finish the study? That's right."

The bright smile on his face remained unchanged, "After all, she is dead."

Franklin turned his head to look at him, and didn't find any special emotion, but he didn't ask any more questions, and naturally moved to another topic.

"Then why were you not there when the brigade was first established?"

"Oh, I went to the hunter exam at that time!"

The knight took out the hunter certificate that he carried with him and shook it: "You can also take the test if you need it. This thing is really useful. You can find a lot of special information on the hunter website."

Before Franklin could speak, someone knocked lightly on the window next to him, and the young man opened the rear door and sat up, with a lingering interest on his childish face.

"Have you been waiting long? Let's go."

The knight put his hands on the steering wheel, but didn't move. He turned his head and reminded: "Commander, the mermaid you took away is still left behind, and the oxygen tube is pulled out. If you don't open the glass cover, it will soon suffocate to death."

Kuroro paused while reading the book, pondered for a moment, raised his hand to cover his lips falsely, and showed a hypocritical smile: "Ah, I forgot."

He turned directly from the back row to the position of the cargo box, lifted the black cloth, and there was the beautiful blue mermaid lying in the special glass tank. She was lying on her side and sleeping in the corner, and the little crab was resting beside her.

knock knock knock...

Kuroro tapped lightly on the glass wall.

The mermaid didn't wake up, but woke up the crab. It jumped up suddenly, waving its two claws, and then timidly hid in the nearby stone.

no respond.

He thought thoughtfully: "Is it dead? Then I can only sell it..."

As soon as the words fell, the figure lying in the corner suddenly moved, and the dark blue tail swung over, hitting the solid inner wall of the glass jar, and he met a pair of green eyes.

"Are you still alive?"

Kuroro laughed again, with a childish expression on his face that seemed to be a successful prank, and he spoke in a tone of admiration.

"Well, it seems that it can be sold at a more expensive price."

At the same time, he raised his hand to break the glass cover, and a special book suddenly appeared in his hand, and he was flipping through it.

And he tilted his head, as if thinking about whether to do something to prevent the mermaid from escaping, and finally gave up: "Forget it. If you escape, just kill it."

Kuroro tapped the glass lightly, and said to her innocently and harmlessly: "I'm still very interested in creatures like mermaids, don't run away for now, or the blood will become very noisy on the street."

Close the book, and the book suddenly disappears.

He bent back to the back seat, and the big truck finally started again.

In the sound of swaying water, the mermaid swam to the edge of the glass with its beautiful long tail, put its hands on it, and glanced at the three people sitting in the car seat one by one.

The knight and Kuroro who were driving did not respond, but Franklin looked back at her keenly, his eyes were calm and cold, and a strong and dangerous aura gradually exuded from his body.

The mermaid looked at him for a while.

Flicking its tail, it sank back into the sloshing water.