They all call me master

Malinda was startled when she saw the serpentine cracks on the bones.

This picture was something she had not expected.

And before she could think more, something happened suddenly——

hiss!

The night sky hissed, and dark snakes suddenly rose.

The snake pattern on the leg bone seemed to come alive at this moment. With an evil twist of body, it jumped out of the realm of leg bone, opened its mouth and bit Malinda.

Ms. Changye didn't even look at the snake shadow that was so close. She raised her hand and threw the leg bone out. The smoke ring condensed in mid-air turned into an arrow and shattered the leg bone.

The snake shadow that rushed in front of Ms. Changye dissipated and turned into nothing.

'snake? ’

‘How come these guys are in South Los Angeles? ’

'Since when did Nanlos become so chaotic? ’

'I always feel like some guy who is born to cause trouble has come to Nanlos! ’

Malinda's eyes were solemn as she murmured to herself.

Then she patted the car.

Immediately, Edwin flicked the reins and set the carriage in motion.

As for 10 Clara Street?

There will be dedicated personnel to handle it.

Leave the corresponding matters to the corresponding dedicated personnel to handle.

Maltz has known this for a long time.

Therefore, after recording the gold and silver jewelry at No. 44 White Bird Street, the police chief handed them all over to the housekeeper to rearrange them - he did not want to challenge his partners with his own aesthetics. .

"Dico, do you want to go back to the police station?"

After boarding the police station's special carriage, Maltz unexpectedly learned that his subordinate was going back to the police station.

"Aren't you going to go back and see little Ellie?"

Maltz looked confused.

He knew very well that the man in front of him was a guy who loved his daughter extremely, was afraid of his wife, and was filial to his mother - it was precisely because of this that he chose him in the first place.

A person who is filial to his mother, afraid of his wife, and loves his daughter will never be too bad no matter how bad he is.

After each mission, Dicko always went home immediately.

But yesterday this subordinate seemed to have returned in the middle of the night.

What happened?

Just as Maltz was guessing, the next moment, the police chief saw his men's eyes began to turn red, as if tears were about to fall.

"What's wrong, Dicko?"

Maltz was startled.

"I'm hated by little Ellie!"

Dico whispered about what happened last night, and Maltz couldn't hold it back.

"Pfft."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it!

Normally, I can hold it back.

It’s really...hahaha! "

When the sergeant looked at his subordinates who had become vicious because of the scars on their faces and looked aggrieved, he couldn't hold back anymore and laughed loudly.

After more than ten seconds, the police chief patted his subordinate on the shoulder.

"Leave it to me!"

"I remember that little Ellie likes small animals, right?"

"Just in time, I'm going to the 'Amanda Cat Friends Home' to choose a cat that suits me. You can also choose one for little Ellie. With the cat here, little Ellie will definitely accept her old father again—— Don’t worry, all costs will be borne by me.”

Maltz promised.

Dicko's eyes lit up.

The police department's special carriage drove into Huayuan Street and stopped in front of No. 17 Huayuan Street North.

Maltz pointed to the wooden signboard 'Amanda Cat's Friends Home (founded in 1552, 245 years ago)' and said with a smile.

"Arthur recommended it. It's an old store with a long history and is trustworthy."

Dicko nodded immediately.

The fat fifth-level police officer has great trust in his own adviser.

The two got off the carriage, but there was a pause in their steps - a pedestrian happened to pass between them and the 'Amanda Cat Friends Home' at this moment.

The two of them didn't pay attention to this.

Although it was already dark, there were still many pedestrians on Garden Street at the moment because it was close to Simok Avenue.

But the pedestrian slowed down slightly when passing by the two of them.

Then, he turned around sharply and looked at the two of them.

Maltz and Dico were stunned.

Then, the two of them smiled as if they were seeing acquaintances.

"What happened at 10 Clara Street?"

the pedestrian asked.

"That guy James wanted special paper and ink for making checks, but the Auburn he sent had other plans and started his own plan directly."

Maltz said matter-of-factly.

"what's the plan?"

"have no idea."

"What role do you play in this?"

"Arthur and I just hope to expand our power."

"What do you know about Arthur?"

"Arthur, Arthur, he..."

When passers-by asked Maltz questions about Arthur, the smooth flow of questions and answers was interrupted. Maltz showed struggle on his face and his speech became stammering.

Immediately, the pedestrian was ready to use stronger measures.

Although it will cause Maltz and Dicko to suffer some irreversible damage.

But the other party obviously didn't care.

The recited pictures and words, combined with the gestures, just when the secret technique is about to be cast——

Woo!

A low and elongated voice suddenly sounded from behind the pedestrian.

That's the cat's warning sound.

The icy chill flowed from the top of the pedestrian's head straight to the soles of his feet, the hairs stood up from his back, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

The invisible pressure made this pedestrian afraid to move.

The secret art was forced to cease.

The backlash made the pedestrian's mouth bleed.

However, the moment the pressure relaxed slightly, the opponent didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even dare to look back. He just bypassed Maltz and Dico and rushed forward.

Dazed for a second.

Maltz and Dicko returned to normal.

The two were a little surprised, but they didn't think much and walked directly into the 'Amanda Cat Friends Home'.

"welcome!

Do the two guests need anything? "

Amanda's gentle voice came from the shop door that had not yet been closed.

Arthur, who was standing in the shadow, squinted and looked at the wooden sign——

Amanda Cat's Friendly Home (founded in 1552, 245 years ago)!

‘245 years? ’

‘It’s so long! ’

Arthur sighed in his heart.

Since James had 'spoiled dirty water', Arthur naturally thought that his partner would be in danger - after Malinda left, Arthur went out with half a heated sausage.

The young 'psychic medium' hid in the dark and followed Maltz all the way. When he saw the pedestrian, he knew that he needed to take action.

However, what followed was an unexpected scene that surprised Arthur.

‘The cat’s warning cry…

Will it be Cat Pie? ’

Arthur guessed, but did not show up.

Now is not the best time.

Ten minutes later, Maltz, who was holding a cow cat, and Dicko, who was holding a black cat, walked out of the 'Amanda Cat Friends Home', holding cat food, cat bowls, cat litter and cat litter boxes in their hands—— Obviously, this is a one-time package deal.

But it can be seen that the two of them are very happy.

Especially Maltz, who was holding the cow cat and said directly.

"Sheriff, Sheriff, your name is Sheriff."

Dicko did not name his cat. He wanted to give the naming rights to his daughter.

When the carriage arrived at Eyre Lane, the two parted ways.

Maltz walked straight into 19 Eyre Lane.

He lives alone, his wife died young, and his son is studying in Neiwan, so he chose a one-and-a-half-story house suitable for living alone and very close to the police station.

After settling the sergeant, Maltz went to the study and bedroom on the second floor.

Taking out paper, pen and ink from the drawer, Maltz was about to write a letter to one of his old friends. However, as soon as he picked up the pen, the sergeant's thoughts began to flood.

He recalled the days of the Seven Years' War.

Those precarious days.

Subconsciously, he bent down and pulled out a long box from under the bed.

There wasn't a speck of dust on the box, but it had a lock.

Maltz took the key from around his neck and opened the lock.

The long box was opened, and inside were a heavy matchlock gun, a saber and a medal.

Heavy arquebus with Y-shaped brace.

Saber with sheath.

The medal has long since faded away from its golden color, leaving only an iron piece.

‘Thirty years...has time gone so fast?

I thought it was yesterday! ’

Picking up his two old friends, Maltz's eyes were filled with memories. His fingers caressed the heavy matchlock gun, and his fingers paused slightly at the end of the gun handle.

There are ninety-nine tiny scratches here.

Each scratch represents an enemy.

Every enemy represents a life and death battle.

As for not killing a hundred enemies?

He doesn't care.

None of that matters.

At least, he's still alive.

At least, late at night, he could still sit here and caress his two old friends, whispering about past memories and current changes.

He spent thirty years like this.

No!

Thirty-seven years, to be precise.

"Old man, you know what?

Now your descendants don't need match ropes, they have become Suifa.

Haha, are you also lamenting that you are getting old?

It doesn't matter, the three of us are old guys. "

The old sheriff said with a smile, not noticing outside the window.

The previous passer-by appeared there quietly. He stood on the eaves of Wu's first floor, staring at the two outdated antique weapons in Maltz's arms with disdain in his eyes.

The matchlock gun has long since been eliminated.

Flintlock guns are now the mainstream.

What about the swords of the Musketeers back then?

It was replaced by a ceremonial sword with a narrower blade.

‘Let me send you and these two antiques into the dust of history! ’

The other party was thinking in his heart and started to use the secret technique again.

The other party wants to finish what was unfinished before.

The other party was engrossed in staring at the old police chief in the room, and did not notice at all that the four invisible palms were slowly approaching.

What the other party also didn't notice was that the heavy matchlock gun and saber in the old police chief's arms gave off a different kind of brilliance under the candlelight.

The other party's secret technique is about to be completed.

However, the abnormal noise appeared again.

This time, though, it's not a cat's warning call.

Instead, guns roared——

boom! boom! boom!

One shell after another hit the pikemen's phalanx.

Each shell was capable of taking away a column of soldiers.

But no one backed down.

As a death camp, they waited fearlessly for the bombardment to end. Under their layers of protection, one hundred and twenty musketeers clutched their heavy matchlock guns.

Da da da!

The bombardment was over, and the cavalry on the opposite side began to charge.

The musketeers hidden in the phalanx of the death camp picked up the stands, rushed to the front, set up the matchlocks, blew the matchlocks, and with the sound of "fire", the musketeers all pulled the triggers.

Bang bang bang!

Projectiles flew and the charging cavalry fell to the ground.

Also falling to the ground was the person outside the window.

There was a deep bloody hole between the man's eyebrows.

The man's eyes widened, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in his life.

At the same time, a small scratch appeared silently on the handle of Maltz's heavy matchlock gun.

Exactly, one hundred.