Merchant of the Underworld

Liu Laoliu waved his hand and continued: "There are three assassins in total, one is looking for the wind, and two are attacking! One is targeting you, and the other is targeting me. If they are my enemies, why would they attack you again? So only A possibility."

"That's the people from Longquan Villa! Maybe they ran to Wuhan and missed, and then chased them all the way here."

Longquan Villa?

If these guys are really sent by Longquan Villa, then they must be the scum of the Human Sect!

As early as when I was in the Devil's Valley in Siberia, I told me on the first day of the new year that Longquan Villa was divided into the human sect and the ghost sect. In order to obtain the secrets about me, the ghost sect must have wanted to capture me alive just like Dong Lao, and the one who brutally killed me must have been the human sect.

It can be seen from this that the human faction in Longquan Villa has gained the upper hand, and they still have the mentality of killing me completely and finishing everything.

It seems that no matter where you are, you must not take it lightly!

Fortunately, Liu Laoliu was more thoughtful, otherwise it is hard to say whether I would have survived to this day.

But... what about the blood stains remaining on the glass shards?

Since he was killed by the backlash talisman and his whole body was blown into nothingness, there should have been no trace at all. Why was there a trace of blood left behind?

Suddenly, I remembered another thing: "Master Liu, we have been on this ship for less than a day. No matter how powerful Longquan Villa is, it is impossible to figure out the locations of all the cameras on the ship at once. And The internal structure is clear, and even which room we two live in is clear. Are there...people from them on the ship? "

Liu Laoliu nodded and said: "There must be a traitor, and it is among these dozen people! That's why I said, I regret bringing you here."

"Sixth Master, you don't have to worry too much. No matter what kind of danger, I will have to face it independently one day. How can I see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? Besides, if the traitor is really among these dozen people, We can use this guy to thoroughly find out the mysterious person and the murderer who killed Uncle Six." I smiled.

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Liu Laoliu's eyes immediately lit up: "You already have a plan?"

"Yes!" I nodded: "William's grouping has been a great help to us. When the time comes, we will perform an Infernal Affairs for them on one boat and one underwater, which will definitely expose their flaws."

"What do you think? Tell me in detail, and I'll see if it's feasible." Liu Laoliu said anxiously.

"Master Liu, that's it..." I sat across from Liu Laoliu and poured out my thoughts.

The moment I saw the group list, I came up with this idea, but it was still a little immature and I always felt that something was missing.

I just learned that there might be a traitor from Longquan Villa in the team, so this plan is completely perfect.

Liu Laoliu kept nodding his head while listening to my plan.

After I finished speaking, he closed his eyes and thought for a long time, and then responded: "Xiao Lin, you are really getting better and better! This method is feasible, but it is too dangerous. I am afraid that you... …”

"Master Liu, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion." I replied.

Liu Laoliu stared at me for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "Good boy, take the lead! I have the energy of your grandfather back then. I will sacrifice my old bones to sing this Infernal Affairs with you." !”

Boom, there was suddenly an extremely violent crash outside the cabin.

The whole room shook violently, the tables, chairs, and teacups all of a sudden fell to the ground, and the picture frames hanging on the wall also fell down.

I quickly stood up and supported Liu Laoliu.

What happened? Did it hit a rock?

This is an icebreaker, and it's on the Ussuri River. How could such a sudden collision happen?

Liu Laoliu and I looked at each other. He motioned for me to be silent, walked to the door, opened it a crack and looked outside.

After a while, he came back and said solemnly: "There seems to be some uninvited guests on the ship. Many mercenaries are injured. Those people rushed over with light and heavy weapons. Let's go out and have a look."

After Liu Laoliu finished speaking, he covered the green mud in the quilt and put on the black gloves.

As soon as the two of us went out, we heard extremely chaotic footsteps.

After walking around the corridor and coming to the guardrail, they saw the two Jiang brothers lying on the railing, smoking their pipes and looking down with interest.

The two of us took a closer look and saw a large group of people standing densely on the lower deck.

However, they were all very far away from the side of the ship, tightly holding on to the iron pillars beside them, and shouting something loudly from time to time.

At the guardrail a level lower, two water masters, Liang Mingli and Fan Chong, also crossed their arms and stared intently.

The bottom deck was empty except for Karov.

This guy was shirtless, facing us, with his head slightly lowered, and his hands tightly holding a large chain as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

The chain was dragged out from his shoulder, passed through the side of the ship, and the other end was pulled under the layers of ice on the river surface.

The entire chain was now stretched tightly, with a large string of long and short icebergs hanging on it.

"Ah!" Karov roared loudly, and his muscles suddenly swelled, as if he suddenly became dozens of kilograms heavier. Even his head suddenly jumped up to a head height. He stepped forward with all his strength, and stretched his arms vigorously. The chain continued to be wrapped around it.

The chain was dragged and rattled, and the ice fell and shattered into pieces on the deck.

There was something tied to the end under the ice, and it was struggling hard. The one-meter-thick ice layer on the river cracked, revealing a crack as thin as lightning.

Farther away on the ice, a small iceberg had been built high, and as Karov moved forward, it continued to grow and grow taller.

The muscles all over Karov's body were piled up in layers, and his sweat shone red. Against the surrounding white snow and ice, he looked like a bright red sun!

Even his auburn hair and beard seemed to be radiating light. White smoke was rising all around him, and all the frost and cold air could not get close to him!

A large section of the guardrail beside the ship had been smashed down, and it was twisted and frozen by the spraying river water. This scene was extremely shocking, like a giant pulling up a mountain.

Click, click, click...

As the chain on Karov's arm became tighter and tighter, the small iceberg got closer and closer, the cracks on the ice became bigger and bigger, and the sounds were endless!

This guy is indeed a Russian tracker. Isn't this situation exactly the same as pulling fiber?

But what is he doing? What is tied to under the ice?

Click, the ice continued to explode.

The small iceberg was getting closer and closer, and with a sudden movement, a paw poked out from under the ice!