40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 14 14. Dance on a Rainy Night (1)

There are thirty-six sentries in total.

Khalil stared at the night scene below, and calmly rubbed the blade of the knife vertically downward against his wrist and palm with the index fingers of both hands.

This slight rubbing sound did not escape the ghost's ears. He lowered his head, glanced at Khalil's hands folded in the cloak, and nodded thoughtfully.

On the roof of the high-rise building, there was a howling cold wind blowing by. Tonight was different from the past, and it seemed to be even colder.

There are many spire buildings stacked on top of each other in a gloomy way below. Not far away is an apartment that seems to be deserted. It is now dilapidated, but this does not prevent Khalil from glancing at its former glory from a few details.

Above the main body of the apartment, there were a few surviving broken windows that reflected the brilliant brilliance of neon lights, reflecting an unpleasant and broken light. Several shadowy black figures flashed past behind.

The old town is like this, it's more gloomy than the new town, and there are no billboards from factories. In fact, in the old town, nearly half of the places don't even have electricity.

"Do you want to wait, Khalil?" the ghost asked softly, his voice hissing.

Khalil said nothing and breathed calmly, but his fingers rubbed the blade faster and faster.

The ghost gave him a worried look. In his opinion, Khalil became a little strange after the conversation about the 'countdown'.

He didn't know whether this change was good or bad, but he instinctively disliked it.

".No, we won't wait, Ghost." Khalil said after a long time. "However, our plans need to change."

The ghost nodded quietly, ready to listen.

"Along the border between the old city and the new city, these scum of the Honorable Warlords set up a total of thirty-six sentries along the way. They even set up heavy-fire machine guns, set up scattered patrol groups, and there were checkpoints on the highway. "

Khalil grinned half-smilingly: "Such a grand welcome ceremony is really flattering. Do you know what this means, Ghost?"

"I don't know," the ghost replied. "But what do you need from me, Khalil?"

His words made Khalil turn around. The ghost's expression at the moment turned out to be a little complicated - after a moment, he spoke slowly.

"This means that people from the Skolewock family are arriving tonight."

"There is only one road connecting the new city and the old city of Quintus. The Glory Warlord cannot block it for too long. Other gangs that are also backed by nobles also need this road to do their work."

"So, it's tonight, Ghost."

"What do you need me to do?" Ghost asked again. "I'm ready, Khalil."

"No, don't ask me what I should do, Ghost."

Khalil shook his head: "Everyone has his own opinion and his own thoughts. You don't have to rely on my plans all the time. This is just a job. You and I are partners and we have an equal relationship."

The ghost looked at him blankly.

"So tonight I want to give you free rein."

Khalil smiled slightly. "The thirty-six sentry posts are all handed over to you. No matter how you do it, Ghost, I will cover up your voice. As for the Skolywok family, let me handle it."

He laughed lowly, and his voice escaped in the cold wind of Nostramo late at night, like broken words or the low cry of a monster.

Then, with the blue light in his eyes, he jumped down and disappeared into the other side of the night within the sight of the ghost.

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Act alone.

the second time.

Play freely.

first.

The ghost blinked, his heart pounding. He quickly realized this, so he imitated Khalil's deep breathing pattern and took a few deep breaths.

The cold and smelly air entered his lungs, but after he exhaled it, there was no smell at all. It even turned into warm mist and dispersed in the air.

Ghost still doesn't know what this means. He just thinks it's interesting to do this, and it's indeed very effective.

However, thirty-six sentries.

how should I do?

The ghost squatted down and touched the gargoyle's head. He did not give the gargoyle a name, not because he disliked its corroded ugliness, but because of its mutilation.

It's missing a horn.

For some reason, the ghost didn't want to give it a name, not at all. He didn't want to replace the gargoyle in his mind with a code name.

In this way, he slowly stroked the pitted gargoyle under his feet. It was only after the latter's bronze head was completely warmed by the warmth of his palm that the ghost spoke and said goodbye to it.

"Goodbye, Mr. Gargoyle with a broken horn."

The ghost politely leaned down and said in the gargoyle's ear: "I'm going to clear out thirty-six sentries. Can you wish me good luck?"

The gargoyle didn't answer.

It was still staring down eerily, its fangs protruding from its bronze lips, and its sharp claws rubbing the heavy stone pillars under its feet. It didn't answer the ghost's words, but the ghost acted like it was listening carefully.

After a while, he blinked and suddenly laughed.

The ghost patted the gargoyle's head affectionately, then stood up and jumped down in the same posture as Khalil.

The rags fluttered in the wind, and the cold mist that was forced to condense hit his face, but he didn't even blink.

Soon, he landed. To be precise, he landed on the roof of a house. Then he started running, and this time, his footsteps were silent and soundless, and there was a stretching power blooming in his body.

Jump - climb - stay and observe. In the three-minute run, the ghost quietly came to the top of a spire.

Before that, Khalil had passed all the sentries with him silently, and the ghost silently memorized all the locations and any other things that might be useful.

Khalil said, be careful.

There was a faint voice coming from below, and two people were talking. The ghost listened patiently, trying to get some useful information, but got nothing.

He didn't want to know what methods should be used to please men and women respectively, which would not help him do anything next.

So he started to move on.

The ghost's movements were very cautious and careful, and his nails did not get stuck in the gaps between the bricks and tiles, but only pierced slightly. Before each descent, he would even repeatedly confirm whether the foothold could really bear his weight.

And he was lucky, the building materials of this spire were also solid.

Soon, he quietly climbed to the top of a window on the spire. The window was open, and a long, black gun barrel stretched out from it, and smoke lingered, pouring out of the window and spreading.

".Like I said, Bango, you are really not good at this."

A hoarse female voice said angrily.

"There are technical colleges everywhere in Quintus. Even if you don't want to pay, you can just go to the downtown area to find a few people to solve, and then you can sell them to the butcher shop to make money. Why do you have to chase that woman in the shantytown? She is as thin as a fucking rib!"

"She is different, Knowles, she is different."

Bango stammered in response. "I think she's special, really, her eyes are beautiful."

"All your fucking eyes are black! What can you see? Don't act like an idiot here, Bango. By the way, did you go to give her something a few days ago?"

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"Answer me, Bango!"

"Yes, I sent a smoked thigh."

"Whose goods?"

"Gerturis's."

"Damn it, you idiot, you actually gave the smoked goods from Gerturis to a civilian in the shantytown. The other gangs will laugh at us. I can't stand it. When this job is over, I will take you to find that woman."

"No, no, don't! Don't, Knowles, don't-"

"--Don't what? You are not the same young boy as before! You are now a member of the Honor Warlord. I tell you, Bango, you have no choice!"

Hearing this, the ghost frowned.

He couldn't fully understand what the two people were talking about, but he keenly heard an unbearable indifference from the woman named Knowles.

She didn't treat the workers and civilians in the shantytown as human beings.

This made the ghost very unhappy.

He didn't like it.

The ghost let go of his left hand, and his body rotated freely with gravity. The sharp and hard nails of his right hand left deep marks on the bricks of the spire, and as he rotated, it even became a deep circle.

Then, he jumped and entered the room through the window. The ghost didn't intend to hide his arrival, but he still overestimated the reaction speed of the two people. Or rather, he underestimated what he could do.

The first second he entered the room, the ghost had already strangled the head of the woman named Knowles with his slender right hand, and with a slight pull, blood splattered.

As for the man named Bango,

In the sight of the ghost, his expression had changed slightly. It was changing from worry and embarrassment to deep fear. His mouth was opening and closing, and it seemed that he was still at the stage of trying to persuade Knowles not to cause trouble for others.

"Goodbye, Bango."

The ghost nodded to him. "Khalil said that some of you were not born bad, but joined the gang because you had no choice. However, things were different after that, and we cannot forgive you on behalf of the dead." The ghost waved his left hand and ended Bango's life. He knew many ways to kill, but he chose to give Bango the fastest and almost painless sleep. There are still thirty-five. Throwing down Knowles's head, he wiped the blood with his robe. The ghost came to the window of the spire. He took a look at the black gun with a long barrel, stretched out his hand, and cut the barrel with his nails. He turned over, sat on the windowsill, and began to use the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to cut the front end of the barrel in turn. Half a minute later, it had changed from a heavy barrel to a sharp black spike. The ghost held it and waved the barrel like Khalil, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air flashed away. Its length actually did not meet the ghost's requirements. Khalil's knife could fit the wrist and palm with a long blade.

But it was enough.

The ghost smiled with satisfaction, then jumped down and disappeared into the night.

Tonight was still long, and there were still thirty-five sentries waiting for his visit.