War Paradise

Under the curtain of night, two "legendary robbers" were swiftly walking in the alley, and the sound of guns and guns on the street reverberated continuously, overshadowing the sound of police sirens.

In order to catch the bandits who opened fire in the street, the Silver Shield Security Company has surrounded this area. Just as the jackal and the old man rushed out of the alley, they encountered several guards wearing silver shield uniforms.

"What are you doing here, get out!" a guard roared: "This is the battlefield. If you don't want to die, leave as soon as possible!"

"Yes, yes, let's go now." The old man shrank and nodded, his right hand in his pocket stretched out, and he released the revolver handle in his pocket.

The two who did not reveal their identities left this dangerous zone without hesitation. Under the leadership of the jackal, they got on a Corvette parked on the side of the road and drove this wild speed machine with a cobalt blue shell to the north. The city hurried away.

"Hey, slow down, I'm dizzy..." Looking at the high-speed street scene outside the window, the old man reached out and grabbed his seat belt: "Here is a heart attack, slow down!"

"You still want to grab the bank in such a wicked manner? Old man." The jackal was mocking, but he still lowered the speed of the car.

"I haven't entered the state yet. I have to take medicine to withstand it." The old man's complexion was pale, as if he was almost out of breath: "After so many years, your driving style has not changed, why didn't you die on the street? superior?"

While talking, the Jackal’s Corvette Z06 super sports car suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and an old man who had just passed his breath shuddered and almost died on the seat of the car.

"Here," said the jackal.

As the poorest area in the City of Chaos, today's North City is still as desolate as usual. The jackal's sports car is in sharp contrast with the broken buildings on the street. However, even car thieves are reluctant to come to such a ghost place to find a target. Even if this sports car is parked on the side of the road, there should be no accidents.

Only one of the street lights on the street was still on. The jackal walked quickly to the door of a ruined house, took out the key to open the door, and the old man followed slowly, his body still shaking.

"Let me drive next time, you lunatic..." the old man said breathlessly.

"You are driving too slow." Without looking back, the jackal opened the door and entered the old house. The dust in the house rushed towards his face.

As a professional robber, Jackal has several hiding places in the chaotic city, and this is one of them. These usually empty houses can be used not only to discuss crime plans, but also to "receive" guests.

After entering the house, he stood by the door for a while, closed his eyes and stood in the dark, waited for a while and finally left the door, he sighed in relief, and turned on the light in the living room.

"It's safe," said the jackal.

"Are you feeling accurate?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at his old partner.

"Nonsense, if this is not allowed, how am I going to fuck?" The jackal frowned and turned his head, but saw the old man staring at the street outside the door.

"What's wrong?"

The jackal went back to the door and looked out, and saw a Daoist shadow appearing on the street, staggering along the sidewalk, and because the street light on the street was broken, it was impossible to see the other side's appearance from this distance. But the outline of the pistol in that guy's hand still clearly entered the jackal's sight.

"The person you are dating has arrived?" The old man coughed.

Jackal shook his head and said that he was not quite sure. He drew out his pistol and walked out of the house, intending to see what was going on. The picture that came into view was beyond his cognition:

The man’s body was hung up like a puppet, and his arms were bent to the back to a degree that humans could not achieve. Accompanied by a crackle of fracture, his body was like crumpled waste paper, spouting out several times. Thin blood lines.

"What happened?" The old man standing beside the jackal kept rubbing his eyes: "I drank too much?"

Before the words fell, a manhole cover on the sidewalk was suddenly bounced off, and the crumpled corpses made a beautiful arc and flew directly into the wellhead. The manhole cover immediately returned to its original position, as if nothing had happened.

"..."

While the two of them were still petrified, the three Daoist Shadow walked quickly, and the young man in suit and leather stood in front of the jackal, and stretched out his right hand and shook in front of his eyes:

"Meet again." Lin Chi said.

"Ah...oh."

Jackal kept replaying the incredible scene just now in his mind, and finally came back to his senses, only to see the three people who had made an appointment with him had already appeared in front of the door.

"I said... what happened just now?" the jackal asked in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Chi tilted his head, also looking confused.

"The way that person died just now..." The Jackal hesitated to speak.

"Who?" Lin Chi looked puzzled: "We didn't meet anyone else, did we?"

"Well, I didn't meet anyone." The "girl" beside him also nodded.

The jackal froze in place for a while, and finally said slowly: "That might be our misunderstanding..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man rushed to Lin Chi, and a wretched smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "You are the helpers? Would you like to cooperate with me for a vote?"

"Who are you?" Lin Chi's gaze fell on the old man with white beard, and a line of red text appeared in his sight:

"Old Cowboy" Geqi, a hero-level NPC, cannot be recruited.

"I'm this kid's fellow." The old man said and patted the Jackal on the shoulder: "We are planning to engage in the Alvara Central Bank, are you interested?"

——This old man is so old, is he still thinking about robbing the bank?

Lin Chi murmured secretly in his heart, but he refused: "Sorry, I have other things to talk about with the'Jackal'. I don't have time to pay attention to any bank for the time being."

The top priority at the moment is to find the mysterious "user 21". Robbing the bank is a waste of time. Hearing Lin Chi's answer, the jackal nodded immediately and pushed the old cowboy aside:

"While staying there, I said that there is no time to rob the bank." The Jackal said angrily.

Lin Chi led the two entourages into the Jackal’s hideout. The bald man left the old cowboy in the living room. He opened the basement door and nodded to Lin Chi:

"Come in, you won't be heard by others here."

"The central bank matter..." The old man sitting on the broken sofa in the living room raised his hand.

"Get off!" Jackal raised his middle finger to his old partner.

The three people on Lin Chi's side followed the bald man into the basement. A damp and cold breath was attached to the skin, and there was a rancid smell floating in the air.

The lights in the basement were on. Surrounded by gray walls, there was a broken wooden table in the center of the room, and a few chairs beside it. The layout of this place is very similar to the gangster hiding place when Lin Chi just entered the game.

Before Lin Chi could speak, the jackal had already spoken first, directly expressing his own intentions:

"I'm going to kill that '21st,' buddy."

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