The Witcher: My backyard leads to London

Ricardo narrowed his eyes at this moment.

He thought of prison and heard the word prison knight, and his heart suddenly became alive.

His flower of evil needs villains.

And where do the villains gather the most?

--prison.

Moreover, federal prisons are outsourced to capital and are private businesses with an annual output value of half a billion dollars.

Over the years, this kind of prison outsourcing has led to an extremely large number of prisons in North America, but even so, there is still a problem of insufficient prisons for more than 100,000 prisoners...

Although there are easy to find villains in prison...

But for villains who are just ordinary people, even with the bonus of the evil from another world, they actually don’t provide much progress on the Flower of Evil.

Especially if a large number of people die in the mortal world, the wizards' association in the modern world's occult world will not turn a blind eye.

So it's best to accurately find the real villains in prison who have knightly fighting capabilities.

'Prison King...'

Ricardo felt that the name sounded very good.

Hearing that the other party seemed to be planning to establish a North American prison knights group, this was more in line with Ricardo's needs.

"Yes, that's him."

Diego nodded, "A person like this, who is still young, is more worthy of investment than someone like Old Richard's disciple."

"By the way, have you seen that kid with a weapon similar to the long sword I have?"

Diego watched Ricardo gradually walk into the car arranged by Joelson.

he suddenly asked Joelson.

Ricardo has been sensitively watching the changes in the Flower of Evil.

At this time, he felt that Diego was greedy for him, and the progress of the Flower of Evil was obviously a jump.

"Never seen it."

"But Ricardo, from the information I got, old Richard did give him all the good things. He still has some strength. It is said that Eagle's son Fox gets along well with him."

What Joelson meant was that Diego should not underestimate Ricardo, whether in terms of strength or background.

But when Diego heard Joelson mentioning Old Richard's legacy, his eyes changed slightly after Joelson confirmed it.

Ricardo once again noticed the jump in the progress of Flowers of Evil.

He had already sat in the back seat of the black car.

At this time, he looked at Diego in the distance and smiled coldly:

Sure enough, there is a way to die.

…

Everyone involved in the night's operation got into the car.

The convoy began heading toward Watertown.

The town of Cambridge, where Harvard University is located, is on the west side of Boston, while Watertown is on the west side of Cambridge town.

The 'Prison King' that Diego mentioned was planning to get on the bus at the edge of Cambridge town.

The convoy took a detour as it passed through the town of Cambridge.

Ricardo saw from the vehicle behind him a strong, bald man on the side of the road who walked up to the vehicle where Diego and Joelson were.

The other party should be the ‘Prison King’.

…

About two hours into the night.

The convoy drove to a corner on the west side of Watertown.

There is a hotel there called ‘180 Hotel’ and a pizza place not far away.

The motorcade stopped at the back of the hotel.

"The underground club is located underground between the pizza shop and the hotel. It can be entered from the first floor of the pizza shop and the hotel."

In Ricardo's car, the driver and Ricardo introduced.

"Are you watching the battle in the car or going to the hotel to rest? There is a gun and bullets in the trunk. You can bring it with you if you want."

the driver said.

Ricardo saw many people getting off the car in front of him and entering the hotel, so he decided to get off as well.

The hotel had little business, so Joelson rented out the second floor of the hotel.

When Ricardo walked to the second floor.

Diego came over with a strong bald head that should be the 'Prison King'. When Joelson saw this scene, he was afraid that something would happen, so he also came over from a distance.

"Ricardo, I am Diego, a friend of old Richard."

Diego seemed to have gathered a lot of information along the way. He shook hands with Ricardo, but the angle and gesture of the handshake were clearly intended to put Ricardo in a inferior position.

Ricardo didn't respond, he looked at Joelson.

"Haha, you have the same personality as old Richard. Are you armed? I heard that you bought a Barrett from Joelson and some sample bullets? I can remind you that in the federal territory Do not use those sample bullets inside the country. Because those arms dealers can develop depleted uranium bullets with the permission of the Pentagon or the Intelligence Agency. If they are found wandering outside, you will get Joelson into trouble."

Diego looked at Ricardo's waist.

Ricardo understood that he wanted to see if he had the long sword that was the relic of old Richard.

He ignored Diego and looked at Diego's prison king.

There was an imperceptible light in his eyes, and he used the incomplete seal of Yaksi.

Although the seal is incomplete, it has the power to influence the minds of others to some extent.

"What's your name?" Ricardo asked.

The prison king's eyes suddenly lost focus, and he murmured his true name.

"Very well, Prison King, we can have a chat after tonight. I'm very interested in you."

Ricardo smiled at the other party.

He smiled as if Diego didn't exist.

Diego suddenly looked unhappy.

But Joelson came over and interrupted the conversation.

"Hanal is waiting at the underground club. Diego, you and I go down. We have to talk to him anyway."

Diego suppressed some anger and turned his head.

He and Joelson walked towards a basement door on the first floor of the hotel. There were basement doors from the hotel and the pizza shop, leading to the underground club.

Halfway through, he looked back at Ricardo.

He saw a frost blue long sword in Ricardo's hand.

It was exactly the same as the sword in his hand.

His pupils suddenly shrank.

He looked at Ricardo's cold smile and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he felt a chill in his heart and had already made a decision in his heart.

Less than ten minutes passed.

Snap!

The sound of tables and chairs falling was heard from the ground, followed closely by the sound of glass objects breaking.

Then there was a cry of surprise from the ground, followed by a series of crackling sounds of fighting.

There were even shots fired with silencers.

Ricardo saw several Joelson men dressed in black retreating from the first floor of the hotel.

One of them gestured to Ricardo, to the effect that there was a conflict underground and he hoped that all the experts upstairs could get down.

Ricardo went underground.

He saw that the club room on the ground floor was very large.

There is a boxing ring, many pool tables, and a bar counter.

By this time many tables had been overturned and the place was in a mess.

Two groups of people were surrounding the boxing ring in the middle, confronting each other.

Both groups of people are basically dressed in black and have all colors of skin. The people on Joelson's side appear to be more traditional and older, while the people on Hanal's side are from the Hells Angels, a group of people who look like Canadians. Coming from motorcycle gangs, most of them have dyed hair.

"Jolson."

Ricardo saw a young white man with blond hair Shi Shiran coming out from behind.

His left hand was wearing a glove and claws, and his right hand held a strange pale mask.

The upper body is wrapped in some black mist.

The whole person's face was extremely pale, like the legendary face of a dead man.

He walked up to Joelson alone.

"You didn't expect that I would come to your territory to find you alone, right?"

"Because, from today on, your territory is my territory, Joelson."

Hanal's smile looked a little weird.

He put on a pale mask.

Ricardo watched the whole process and understood why he said that the other party had something to do with the Ripper Gang.

The other party's outfit and energy aura are obviously very similar to Jack William, but they are just like an upgraded version of the other party.

"Your father, old Hanal, and I have just a normal competitive relationship in Africa. It's not as bad as you think. We can have a good talk. I'm older, and the future belongs to you young people."

Joelson's eyes were stern, but he still tried to redeem his words.

"Stop being hypocritical. Don't you have to pay for these high-ranking knights and wizards? Withdraw today. You paid the price today. Are you going to retaliate against me? Do you really think that I am your descendant? Look at me. Fool?"

Hanal put on a pale mask, and as each minute passed, his temperament became more and more crazy and weird.

After speaking, he seemed to be shaking his head.

It seemed as if the whole person was on drugs and the whole world was shaking.

"Hanal, you don't think that you can do whatever you want with the cursed weapon, do you? Mystics can really be arrogant, so why aren't the world outside today full of extraordinary manifestations?"

Joelson snorted coldly.

"You still know about cursed weapons? Then you still don't understand that no matter how many people you bring today, they can't save your life?"

Hanal's whole body became more and more crazy, and the blade claw of his left hand began to dance. When he heard Joelson's words, he seemed to reach out his left blade claw to touch Joelson's chin.

"Prison King."

Diego said in a deep voice at this time.

The white bald prison king standing behind him had raised his fists, and he was wearing gloves with iron plates attached.

At this time, Hanal's blade claws stretched out, and the Prison King stretched out a pair of iron fists, trying to hold the pair of blade claws.

"The Prison King is a legend in the North American prison community. How many prison knights regard him as their idol. Hanal, you will go to prison in the future, and now you have worshiped the dock in advance."

Diego said confidently.

"Ha ha."

Hanal raised his head to the sky, and the pale mask on his face seemed a little distorted.

Then his hand flipped smoothly.

boom!

The prison king's hands were directly shaken out.

Then the Prison King instinctively punched to counterattack.

But Hanal's blade claw was just a gentle tease.

The prison king has not yet punched out his fists.

It was knocked directly into the air.

"I thought it was an opponent. Are these the two people you prepared today, Joelson?"

Hanal scoffed wildly.

He stepped forward with his legs, and the blade claw in his hand was going to continue to stretch forward, piercing the body of the Prison King flying in the air.