The Legend of Fatality

Ryan Ador is very satisfied with his work. He knows how lucky he is, and few people can have a job that perfectly matches this career requirement to his personal hobbies. He had never really discovered it before. Although Captain Oville served in the army for a long time and was familiar with combatants, he still did not understand his special needs. It was a difficult relationship, and before the inevitable end, the relationship caused serious problems for both of them.

But things have changed, his life is still full of violence, although this is a more direct means of violence. What makes him even more happy is that most of these are completely necessary. This fact alone is enough to make a charming smile on Rennes' ever-stretched, bruised face.

He likes violence because it is pure and exciting, and he is very good at it. According to Renn Ador, happiness mainly lies in finding his place in life.

But this is not the case with Jerome, and his life is ruthlessly approaching the cruel end. The young man was not stupid. The unexpected probation made him cautious, which is exactly what he should do. He promised to go to the priest of the temple to report that, under the leadership of Rennes, he limped home and cringed and bowed in front of his house. It seems that he really wanted to make the most of this probation.

But he couldn't control himself, it was too difficult. He began to go back, all the way through the market to the rich area, hiding in the shadows and moving, moving in the manner he thought cautiously and secretly. Maybe Jerome knows how dangerous he is. Of course, he must also know the personality of those who deal with him, and their generally intolerant attitude. Perhaps, he just wanted to contact them again to assure them that he did not disclose any information during the interrogation, and he remained firmly loyal to the cause.

Either way, this is a bad choice. Although it has already been guessed, it is also another proof of Eichmann ’s knowledge of human nature. Along the way, Rennes expertly followed Gerald, mixed into the crowd, as he always did, and despite his tall body, he stroked the sledgehammer still snuggling under the uncharacteristic clothes common here. .

He was wearing a dirty cloak and a wool hood on his itchy and smelly head. Even if he was smelly and uncomfortable, his emotions were not greatly affected. A few dozen yards in front, Jerome stopped in front of a gorgeous six-storey townhouse, and the wooden structure of the house was covered with a layer of twisted gold foil. The whitewashed walls are cleaner than most, although there is a wet brown trail along the lowest level.

Ryan continued to move forward, maintaining a purposeless gait, walking a few yards away from Jerome, and then continuing to move forward. An old man at the end of the road sells fruit with a wheelbarrow. Ren went to him, picked up an apple that looked like it was going to rot, and turned it with his big hand, moving smoothly to a position where he could see Gerald and the house.

"Did you buy it?" Asked the owner of the cart. He had heavy breathing, skinny skin, and sores on his chin.

"Just look at it." Ren replied, staring at Gerald.

Gerald stood on the street, and after he knocked on a brass door knocker shaped like a lion head, he waited for a long time. The door was made of a huge oak board and was still closed.

"If you break it," the old man said. "You have to buy it."

"If you say one more word," Ren said politely, his gaze never leaving Gerald. "I just put it in your throat, and choked you."

The door opened, and Ren could not see who was on the other side, but Jerome walked in and looked around before crossing the threshold. Ryan turned to the old man, who looked at him, angry and alert. He threw the apple back into the car.

"Smelled," he said, pulling out several silver coins from his wallet. He threw one of them at the old man, who greedily grabbed it with his rough hands. "Like you, who lives there?"

"Crawford Brahe," the old man replied frowning, cramming silver coins into his dirty gray tunic.

"There is a tavern over there." Renn threw him a silver coin again. He pointed to a building with low eaves and dirty windows across the street and nodded. "I feel the need to moisturize my throat, and the person who enters Crawford-Brahch is a friend of mine. When he comes out--if he comes out--I want you to come and find me. You can get this done before my friends ... leave, and there will be more silver coins. "

Ryan started walking towards the tavern.

"Don't you want your apple?" The old man shouted behind him.

"It's counted on my account." Ren said as he pushed his wallet back into his belt. "I'm not hungry."

After the fourth glass of beer, the old man pushed the door of the tavern like a hound, dangling his skinny head to find Ren, and then found him in the dark. He limped to Ryan's table, and Ryan had stood up.

"He ..."

"Very good." Ren said, wiping his mouth, then put down the empty glass and walked towards the door. "well done."

"My money!" The old man called after him.

"On the table." Ryan did not look back, rushed to the street, strode towards the Crawford-Brahch's house.

It didn't take long for him to see Jerome, and the man also walked fast, like a thief holding booty, shuttled through the crowd of Realmas in front of him. Ren kept at the same pace as him, falling behind Jerome, pulling the wool hood over his head. The two of them walked around the street like two fishes, Gerald was moving irregularly, and Rennes was as smooth as a shark swimming among a group of small fish.

Jerofo was about to return to his residence, and Rennes stepped up. After a while, he came behind Jerome, and the two of them walked for a while. Ryan opened his eyes wide, paying attention to the quiet, narrow alleys, which were his main workplace. Soon one appeared, and he grabbed Jerome's collar and dragged him into the shadow of the alley. The other hand covered the mouth of the struggling man, suppressing his cry.

Jerofo immediately knew what was happening. Despite being injured, he thumped like an eel out of water. Rennes dragged him further away from the street. The alley was almost empty. At the other end, the three cloaked guys left carefully, not wanting to stay here at the risk of being dragged into trouble. Somewhere high, a window closed and touched.

Ryan smashed Gerald Buddha to the brick wall next to him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The bone made a crunching sound, and he heard the man's bone crack open with satisfaction. Jerome stumbled, lost his footing, and slid onto the dirty alley floor.

Ryan pulled out his sledgehammer and patted him kindly.

"How stupid do you think we are, man?" He pushed the hood back to reveal his identity.

Even in his dazed state, Jerome recognized Rennes immediately. He began to crawl backwards in the mud. Ren squatted down, grabbed his collar with the other hand, and dragged him back.

"Here, there is no mercy." He said with a smile. "My master may look gentler than me, but he knows what he is doing."

Gerofo stared blankly at him. "I ... tell them ..."

"You don't know anything." Ren added for him. Then he tore a dirty cloth strip from his clothes. "I know. Look, I don't care what you say to Crawford-Brahch. We just want to know who is controlling this."

He tucked the cloth into Jerome's mouth, and the excess was wrapped around his head.

"You accomplished our goal well and brought us to his side. Think about this when your soul appears in front of your evil god. You work for us, I don't think they like it."

When Gerald tried to scream, only the low scream escaped the cloth that was tightly stuffed in his mouth. He dragged heavy steps, like a crab, desperately walking down the alley to the street. Rennes laughed again, and in this case, he could hardly resist the urge to laugh.

"Don't give up hope anytime," he said, hammering the hammer's head heavily on his palm. "The more chaotic the scene, the more chaotic, the more I like it."