Abyss Express

[Part① Please enter the urn]

In the dilapidated winery, Lan Yinglong's headgear was removed by Xue Ming, and a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he immediately woke up from the state of dementia and trance.

"Who are you? Why did you tie me up?"

Mr. Lan still doesn't know the real purpose of the enemy.

"How much does it cost? How much does it cost to buy my life? Just open your mouth."

The address Xueming chose was the workshop and tool room of the winery that was restructured and bankrupted more than ten years ago. The movement from the basketball court.

Lan Yinglong's body had undergone blood transfusion, and the wound had stopped bleeding on its own, but the shrapnel still remained in his body, causing dull pain and itching in his arms and thighs—forcing him to straighten up unnaturally on the chair.

Xue Ming did not speak, and sat in front of Mr. Lan, holding hands with his lover.

The hands of the two of them are still stained with plasma, and it will be difficult to wash them off for a while.

They sat on two chairs, both brought from the lobby of the nightclub, with a small table between them, and the ashtray turned upside down as armrests, just like that, their fingers intertwined, and their hearts of steel touched each other.

The light of King Xin can illuminate the sea of ​​Pompeii, and see the scenery on the other side of Shambhala thousands of kilometers away.

When the last bit of sunlight disappeared, the upper bodies of Xue Ming and Xiao Qi were hidden in the darkness.

In the dark night, only the sound of breathing could be heard, and the mountain-like mental pressure almost crushed Lan Yinglong. He started yelling hysterically.

"You want to find my godfather! He did everything! It has nothing to do with me! I'm right!"

"I'm a victim too! I'm innocent!"

"Don't kill me, without me, there will be other people to take over my business!"

"It's all the fault of that bastard in Shicun! It's all his fault! I was forced to help him!"

"Master Waiter."

Jiang Xueming: "Where is Ishimura Takuma?"

Lan Yinglong: "Mobile phone! Give me your mobile phone! I'll help you get in touch!"

Bai Qingqing: "I don't believe you."

Lan Yinglong: "Godfather doesn't have a fixed residence! If you want to meet him, you can only trust me!"

Jiang Xueming: "You are Chinese, do you recognize a Japanese as your godfather?"

"Eureka doesn't care about nationality! Everyone is equal in this city! As long as you dare to eat people! It will reward you!" Lan Yinglong vowed: "I did this to survive! This is Eureka Rules of the game in Volcano City. Two adults"

Bai Qingqing: "Don't talk nonsense."

Lan Yinglong struggled, wanted to break free from the chair, wanted to kneel in front of Xueming.

He said nervously.

"New Paris was blown up by you, the eyeliners in the neighborhood must have got the news"

The voice has not yet fallen——

——Xue Ming threw out a packaging bag.

Lan Yinglong looked down, his heart sank. In the packaging bag of the dumplings, the contents are fingers. I made a tattoo of a peregrine falcon, which is the symbol of the Eros Mercy Battle Gang team.

In this way, I am afraid that the fourteen informants around the New Paris Nightclub have been killed, oh no! It should be called Fufa and punished! It is the punishment of subjugation!

That is to say——

——That is to say, godfather still doesn't know the news that I, Lan Yinglong, have been taken away! I am truly alone! Calling every day should not be called the ground is not working!

"Just now you said." Jiang Xueming propped his chin and leaned forward, "Even if you die, someone will take over your work."

"No no no no! No no no!" Lan Yinglong changed his words immediately: "I'm very important! I'm very important! Godfather will never pooh! That old dog in Shicun will never give up on me! I'm very useful!"

Jiang Xueming: "Prove it to me."

Lan Yinglong's eyes widened, he stood up and probed, and a part of the luster of metal was seen from the wrinkled skin on his neck.

"Here! I have the key here around my neck! The ledger and the treasury are in my hand!"

After exchanging glances with Xiao Qi, Xue Ming stepped forward to take the key.

Xiaoqi took out Mr. Lan's mobile phone from the spoils, swiped his face to unlock it, and dialed to make a call.

"Ask him out."

Wait until the call connects—

"——Is the jury ready?" Shimura Takuma was still driving to the market, and he was required to personally investigate the accounts of twelve brothels in the urban area.

Lan Yinglong: "They're all dead! Mr. Shicun!"

Ishimura Takuma took a deep breath. He knew the gunsmith would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon, so he had to hold the last illusion, stop the car, and walked to a secluded place on the seaside road, "How did you die?"

Lan Yinglong glanced at Jiang Xueming, not knowing how to answer.

Xue Ming clicked the hands-free button on the phone——

"—Hello, Ishimura Takuma."

This was the first time Mr. Ishimura heard the gunsmith's voice, his eyes became fierce, and he cursed in Japanese: "You bastard. If you dare to touch a hair of my godson."

"Please calm down, Mr. Shicun." Jiang Xueming reminded Mr. Shicun with a gentle tone.

Ishimura Takuma: "Hahahaha! It's disgusting and ridiculous! You killed my people and tied up my son. Now you want me to calm down?"

Jiang Xueming: "I want you to calm down—Mr. Shicun, my students, and my sister are all in your hands."

Ishimura Takuma didn't say a word, thinking that Chairman Kozaku looked at the gunsmith differently, he just clenched his fists and looked at the seaside scenery unwillingly.

Jiang Xueming continued speaking in Chinese.

"I should be the one who is angry, and I should be the one who is nervous, not you, Ishimura."

"Now I hope to get some news. As long as you are willing to speak up, no matter if it is good news or bad news, I will put Lan Yinglong back by your side."

Ishimura Takuma switched to broken Chinese and said: "Your sister, and the students, are not dead. No injuries, but no food and water—not long to live."

"Can we meet?" Jiang Xueming moved to the side of the phone with a friendly tone.

Ishimura Takuma: "With your sister? Chairman Kozaku originally wanted to entrust me with elite soldiers and invite your sister out of my soul power—but you shameless bastard, you actually killed her?"

"I want to meet you." Jiang Xueming interrupted, emphasizing repeatedly: "I want to meet you."

Ishimura Takuma's eyes flickered frequently——

——For a moment, he felt that he could do it again.

One of the things that Conquer Johnny kept saying over and over was not to mess with the gunsmith. But if we act first and kill the gunsmith, wouldn't everything be over?

Don't think that Mr. Ishimura is naive. During the Second World War, the generals of his home country thought so too.

As long as the gunsmith can be killed, the menu sent to the guests does not have to be taken back, nor is it rude.

As long as he can kill the gunsmith, Chairman Kang Que will definitely understand who is stronger, who is more beautiful, and who deserves more attention!

"You want me to pick up Yinglong personally? Ishimura Takuma became excited: "Where is the location?" "

Jiang Xueming: "Are you here alone?"

Ishimura Takuma: "No problem."

Jiang Xueming: "I told you in advance that the view here is good, if you bring other people"

Ishimura Takuma interrupted: "I want to see you too—Gunsmith, I'm very interested in you."

Jiang Xueming: "Turn on the location sharing, and the GPS will tell you how to go."

[Part② Little Surprise]

Ishimura Takuma is not so naive——

——Going to the meeting alone? He would never do such a stupid thing!

When he got the location information, he immediately summoned the elite soldiers from the nearby urban areas, temporarily dispatched more than 70 brothers, and called out half of the armadillo hunters from [KINGDOM·王土], a total of 150 people, divided into six groups to face The abandoned houses of the winery were killed.

These soldiers have dealt with psykers, and they are definitely not the security guards in the New Paris nightclub, they are not rotten fish and shrimps, they are the main combat force of the Mercy Society of Eros.

There are also brothers among the armadillo hunters who kindly reminded Mr. Ishimura.

"Do you want to tell the president about this?"

Shi Cun was quite impatient, it took a lot of effort to mobilize vehicles and soldiers, what if the gunsmith ran away if he was a few steps slower?

He didn't think much about it, it was just a little strange——

——Eureka Volcanic City has only one entrance and exit. In the rift valley near the coast of Pompeii on the Great Plains, there are three levels, five cards, and sixteen outposts.

Vehicles and personnel entering and exiting these outposts must be registered. Unless they use fake documents to pretend to be faceless, why can't the eyes of the Mercy Society detect the gunsmith?

—Can they fly?

The convoy drove into the old street of the winery one by one—

——The neighbors opened the windows curiously, and uncles and uncles on the basketball court also stopped at the same time, with strong hatred in their eyes.

When an old lady saw the emblem of Eros Mercy, she threw her grandson's stroller from the third floor onto the windshield of the car in front of her.

"Fucking rebellion!" The driver's face changed suddenly, and he wanted to stop to kill someone.

Mr. Shicun said with a sullen face: "Keep driving! Don't stop! Don't waste time! Come back and settle the score!"

When the distillery was still in operation, it was an important producer of Eureka Volcano rum.

Rum is a cheap and delicious treasure for sailors and shipping trade—

——The God of Mercy bought the factory, stopped the sugar cane raw material, stopped the high-temperature distillation workshop, and stopped all the factories. Retire employees and give them minimum living allowances. Build them a basketball court and a senior activity center.

What is the price? The price is that the price of rum has risen, and the price is that the old people in the old town of the distillery have watched their children become thieves and prostitutes.

This is also what Conquer Johnny said to Shicun. If one road fails, life will naturally find another way out. People always want to live, and they are willing to do anything for a bite to eat.

When there were still 400 meters away from the abandoned house on the inner road of the factory street, Ishimura Takuma asked the brothers to get out of the car and walk, so as not to startle the snake.

They put on bulletproof vests at the trunk of the car. FOBs are available in all formations. They are professional combat teams against terrorist groups.

Putting on the firearms inspection equipment, and don't forget all kinds of explosive bombs, one hundred and fifty people were divided into ten groups, and they went to the abandoned house from six different directions.

Right now, right now—

——Ishimura Takuma's phone rang. He immediately looked around vigilantly, except for the silent night, there was no sound. He answered the phone suspiciously.

Gunsmith: "You told me you wouldn't bring anyone else."

"I came to see you alone." Ishimura Takuma still wanted to quibble: "These people are just here to escort me, they won't do anything else."

Gunsmith: "Then please get out of the car now and come to the abandoned house, and let the others stay where they are."

Ishimura Takuma: "Good"

Saying so, Mr. Ishimura didn't hang up the phone, nor did he get out of the car——

——He asked the team members to get close to the abandoned house immediately, to search the house and clear the building.

There were twenty-six people in the vanguard team. The leading team threw flash bombs into the house, and immediately broke into the house with guns on guard.

Twenty seconds later, an order to lift the alert came from the FOB radio station.

The big shark doll was tied to the hostage chair, and Lan Yinglong had already been transferred.

The leader of the vanguard said: "There is no one in the room, only a doll."

Mr. Shicun scolded: "What the hell do you want? Gunsmith? You want me to come to see you, and I'm already here! But..."

Before the words fell, a shrill scream came from the radio.

Those were the two groups stationed at the flower bed in the southwest of the abandoned house. The sound of gunfire was chaotic, and an exchange of fire had already occurred.

"Damn it! What are they fighting?" Shicun was puzzled. He put on the night vision goggles and looked into the distance. He saw the group a hundred meters away gathered back to back. gun shot.

The gun flames shot towards the withered bushes farther away, and the bullets hit the stone walls and tiles of the factory building.

In the next second, the two groups of people didn't show any signs, they were just shrouded in a black shadow, like a gust of wind blowing through the wheat that would fall when blown, their bodies limp and knelt down into mud.

Tens of seconds passed——

——Ishimura Takuma felt a strong wave of psionic energy, and a terrifying coercion emanated from the area where the firefight took place. It was as if the sea stirred up the tide, and finally brought this power to the shore and slapped it on his face.

Nausea and dizziness hit, almost forcing Mr. Ishimura to cover his mouth and nose, and nearly spit it out.

He pressed his head and rubbed his temples, only to feel that worms had entered his brain and were eating away the brain's essence. This discomfort almost drove him into a state of complete madness.

Something is slaughtering his soldiers! That thing is definitely not human! No psyker would burst out this level of Reiatsu!

Even a powerful Morpho as President Kangque! There is no such terrifying spiritual pressure!

Is it a beast? Or is it another unknown great existence?

"Gunsmith! What are you doing?!" Ishimura Takuma screamed, screaming into the phone.

The strong spiritual energy fluctuations have already distorted the electromagnetic signals, and the mobile phone has stopped working.

"Be sober! What kind of evil magic is this?"

The driver in the front seat had bulging eyes, turned his back to the sky and opened his mouth, foaming at the mouth and twitching, as if he had lost consciousness in an abnormal spiritual pressure environment.

Shicun is already a Morpho, and he can still resist the damage of Reiatsu. His eyes are bloodshot, and he finally starts to make peace and beg for mercy.

"Do you know! You have a chance to ascend to the sky in one step! Why bother to be proud and ruthless!? The strength you have shown it."

In the middle of speaking, Shicun saw a huge shadow outside the car window, revealing a pair of golden pupils, staring straight into the car.

The soldiers in the distance howled terribly, and when they saw the ancient gods who couldn't look directly, they all had blood and tears in their eyes, and they knelt down on the ground and almost passed out.

Two dark shadows took their guns one by one to clean up the remnants of the battlefield. Those were Xiao Qi and Xue Ming working——

——Only the personal servant of Ao Ruo Ming De came to Mr. Ishimura.

The Hunter King has a pair of cat ears. She is in a state of fusion with Hongshanshi, exuding the terrifying coercion of an evil beast, and slowly opens the car door.

"I'll give you another chance to reorganize the language."

The BOSS jumped on the shoulders of the king hunter and came to Eureka Volcano City as a personal conquest by the royal driver.

"What do you mean [Why bother to be proud and ruthless?]——Are you trying to provoke the relationship between me and the gunsmith?"

Sorry, I have a bad headache today, and it's relatively short. The body is too bad.