Attack

Mason went out, and Arnold, who was waiting at the door, raised his head and said, "Leave the rest to me. I'll take care of it."

"Okay. I'm going to the Black Zone. How's Barritt doing?"

"Master Barritt has severed all ties with the deceased, claiming that this was all his personal behavior. In addition, Aibo has also returned. He found several Black Mist followers, but when he found them, they were already dead, and he did not find the child. What are you going to do next?"

"A batch of goods flowed into the black area, and the unscrupulous merchants would clean up the black area. I will go and find out who gave them the goods."

As he said this, the red-haired young man suddenly remembered something: "Please help me find out if there are any teams going to the West recently."

"The West... Most of those going to the West at this time are bloodline people. I'll ask Shaken to compile a list for you."

The two of them decided on the next plan in a few words and left in a hurry.

Mason walked around the streets during the day.

Partington was still prosperous, but passers-by looked a little nervous. The number of guards on the street had increased significantly, and there were also many plainclothes officers.

Mason walked slowly past the Bloodline who was disguised as a homeless man, vaguely sensing that someone was watching him. It was not until he left that neighborhood that he was replaced by the next surveillance.

Surveillance machines were installed on the street lights, mechanical birds were hovering in the sky for surveillance, and countless eyes, bright or dark, were watching every move of the Partington people, like a large blocking net, recording everyone's whereabouts.

Under such circumstances, you can't even enter the black zone without a proper reason. No wonder the Black Mist followers are so anxious. As time goes by, the surveillance will only become more and more strict. If you don't leave now, it might be too late.

How on earth were they going to get out of Partington?

The red-haired young man touched his chin and walked into Violet's clothing store with a natural expression.

......

The fleshy cloud layer was like a thick quilt, hiding the moonlight behind it.

The wind blew through the streets of the black district, sewage piled up in the low places, emitting a strong stench. The homeless people huddled in the corners covered their ears, afraid of hearing something they shouldn't hear.

Living in a dark area, the most important thing is to keep quiet. Ignorance is a virtue.

Six or seven bloodline people ran across the rooftop, their eyes bloodshot. The metal ball completely merged into their bodies, becoming a second dirty heart.

Powerful, stronger than ever before.

The blood is roaring, desperate to tear something apart to fill the hunger in my heart. But my brain is still awake. This contrast is fascinating.

They quickly found the gathering place, where the leader was waiting for them with another group of people. Looking at this powerful team, he couldn't help but flash a glimmer of ecstasy in his eyes.

The improvement of the silver balls is greater than he imagined. If he is given a hundred... no, fifty silver balls, he will be able to control the entire black zone!

Brain trust, brain trust, I should really thank you. When I accept your influence, I will definitely ask you where you got these things from.

The thorny man grinned viciously.

"You all know why you are here. Today will be a bloody night. Your mission is to kill the thieves and the people in the Black Forest Tavern, the more the better. If you can kill their leaders and senior executives, I can not only let you go, but also give you a reward."

"Wealth, power, and the silver ball you use, everything."

The bloodline members' breathing became heavier, and excitement appeared on their faces.

They are all spies sent by various forces. Once they are discovered, they can no longer go back. If they can make merit in this battle, they may be able to pave a way out for themselves. The role of the silver ball is obvious. If you have more...

Looking at these high-spirited bloodline members, the thorny head smiled with satisfaction: "Go ahead, this time my trusted confidant will lead the team personally."

The silent man behind him took a step forward. There was a long, fierce scar on his face, which made him look more vicious. He looked around with a fierce look, and the people who recognized him changed their expressions slightly.

"He is the Skull Crusher..."

The most brutal criminal under the boss, he is cruel and merciless, very strong, and loves to kill. Those who fight him usually cannot leave a whole body, so he is called the Skull Crusher.

The Skull Crusher spoke, his voice full of murderous intent: "I will lead you to kill all those bastards. If anyone gets in my way, I will not spare a single one."

The Bloodline Ones were silent for a few seconds, then they all revealed bloodthirsty smiles and looked at the Skull Crusher with fanatical eyes.

People in the black areas are naturally strong-willed, and there is nothing more attractive than a strong and cruel leader. Seeing the atmosphere on the scene being mobilized, the troublemaker nodded with satisfaction, indicating that they could set off.

This time, there were not only Bloodline people who were the think tanks and the underlings of the thorns, but also a large number of ordinary people with weapons. Even if they were not as strong as the Bloodline people individually, the ants could bite the giant beast to death, so they could always be of some use.

Everything is ready, and the bloody night silently begins.

Under the orders of the two giants, the two forces marched towards the Black Forest tavern and the thieves' territory.

The first bloodline quickly found the destination. He quietly sneaked up behind the patrolman, his figure looming in the light.

The silver ball enhanced the potential of blood. He covered the opponent's mouth and nose, and cut his throat with a knife. The victim's eyes widened, his body convulsed, and he fell down softly.

The Bloodline dragged him into the darkness, and the people behind him continued to move forward.

The enemy's vigilance was poor, and the invaders seemed to be in an uninhabited area.

Being too relaxed made Fox a little uneasy. He was one of the think tank's most trusted men, with not only outstanding strength but also a good brain.

"We got in a little too easily."

The Skull Crusher said coldly: "That's because we are too strong."

The fox frowned and said, "We need to be careful. They are not opponents that can be easily defeated."

The Skull Crusher sneered. He always looked down on the weak: "That's because you are too weak."

The people following the Skull Crusher all laughed when they heard this. Cunning Fox felt annoyed and simply stopped trying to persuade him. He watched the Skull Crusher go deeper. He turned to his men and said, "Let's find a place to observe the situation here first."

The two teams parted ways. The Skull Crusher continued to advance and arrived in front of the Black Forest Tavern. The door of the tavern was closed, and he gave a cold order: "Burn!"

As long as we can destroy this place, we don't have to worry about the other party not coming out. The two fire-controlling bloodline people immediately stepped forward and were about to set the tavern on fire when they suddenly fell straight down.

The Skull Crusher was startled and a hissing sound was heard. The owner of the tavern was overlooking the team from a high place.

The pale mask showed a sorrowful and tearful expression, the black robe covered the upper body, only the pure white snake tail was wrapped around the ceiling, its scales reflecting the light.

Compared to humans, snakemen with a body length of more than ten meters are huge creatures. The difference in physique gives people a strong sense of shock. The Skull Crusher's eyes fell on the beautiful snake tail, and his scalp tingled for a moment.

"Who the hell are these guys... What on earth are the guards of Partington City doing, actually allowing the mutated bloodline to stay in the black zone!?"

The one with the signs of a monster must be a mutant, whose strength far exceeds that of his peers. This one bloodline alone is enough to kill everyone present.

The Skull Crusher finally understood why there were no guards when he came here. With such a powerful weapon, the Black Forest Tavern did not need any guards at all!

A cold and indifferent female voice came from under the mask, carrying a chilling murderous intent.

"Welcome to the Black Forest Tavern. I am the manager here. Now, you can die."

Before he finished speaking, the snake man that was originally perched on the roof suddenly disappeared. At the same time, screams rang out one after another. The Skull Crusher wanted to escape at all costs, but just as he took a step, something cold suddenly stuck to his back.

The snake's tongue hissed in his ear and he heard a cold whisper.

"You're the one who wanted to burn down the tavern that my master gave me, right?"

The skull crusher suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a gurgling sound escaped from his throat. The powerful snake tail gradually tightened, and with a crackling sound, it crushed the human bones with irresistible force.

Slow, brutal, and unquestionable, it vents the manager's rage.

The remaining humans were terrified, staring blankly at the bloodline who were so high-spirited before the departure, turning into a pile of rotten meat. The snake man casually threw the corpse aside and turned to look at them.

None of these people need to stay.

Blood flowed, dyeing the ground scarlet. Until several of the corpses suddenly began to swell, Bai quickly retreated, and a thick pollution flowed out in the explosion of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

He clicked his tongue, and the expression beneath the mask suddenly turned gloomy.

On the other hand, the fox is running away.

The Skullbreaker threw a stone to test the water, and the tragic ending became a case. Cunning Fox's heart was pounding. He naturally brought the Bloodline who was strengthened by the Silver Ball this time, but even if all of them were added together, they were no match for that monster. He had to hurry back and tell the boss about this!

Just before rushing out, the fox slowed down. A young man was blocking the road ahead, with dim moonlight shining on him, like a gatekeeper who had been waiting here for a long time.

The fox narrowed his eyes and said the name gloomily: "It's you, Kashanu."

The young man raised his head, and an angry face was outlined on the white mask. His hoarse voice was a little low.

"You can call me Angry Face."

"Does it make any difference? You are the first lackey to defect to the foreign enemy. You are also the leader of the Black District. You betrayed others and defected to the Black Forest Tavern without even a hint of resistance. It's really disgusting."

The cunning fox provoked the opponent with an inflammatory tone, his eyes secretly looking behind the angry man.

This place is at the border of the Black Forest Tavern. As long as Angry Face loses his mind and attacks him, he can use the remaining people to buy time and run away.

Nu Mian said nothing, but raised his hand and pointed at Cunning Fox. On his wrist was a string of round and soft pearl bracelets.

This was totally out of tune with the atmosphere of the Black Zone. Fox's heart skipped a beat, and he heard the other party whisper, "Bang."

His body suddenly shrank, transforming into a small and exquisite black fox. The bullet in the air hit the Bloodline who was standing behind him, and the latter fell down without a sound, with thirty-two blood holes on his body.

How could such a strong pollutant appear on the other person! ?

The fox was surprised and angry: "Come on, all of you!"

Strange waves emanated from the fox, guiding the thoughts of the people around it. They didn't even have time to react before it rushed over. The fox took the opportunity to hide in the crowd, its small and exquisite body perfectly hidden in the shadows, and rushed towards the exit at an extremely fast speed.

The angry expression on his face changed slightly, and all the cloth on his body turned into weapons, cutting anyone who dared to approach. It was like a huge meat grinder rushing forward, rushing towards the position where the cunning fox was.

The fox gritted its teeth and activated the silver ball in its body, and the aura emanating from its body suddenly increased. Its angry expression changed, and the fox jumped out like a flash of lightning, so fast that it caught people off guard.

The fox was delighted. Just as he was about to escape, his tail suddenly hurt, and the strong impact almost caused his tail to be separated from his body.

Who is it! ?

The Bloodline Man raised his head in shock. The red-haired young man appeared behind him at some point and stepped on the fox's tail with his left foot accurately, nailing it to the spot.

"Sorry, sorry, I stepped on it accidentally."

He apologized insincerely, with a rising tone at the end of his voice. If he hadn't appeared in such a place, he would have won the favor and admiration of the ladies.

But looking at the other person's face, the cunning fox only felt a sore throat.

The combination of dark red hair, dark golden eyes, honey-colored skin and highly recognizable facial features meant that anyone who had been to the commercial street during this period would know his identity.

"...It turns out that you are the ones hiding behind the Black Forest Tavern. No wonder the thieves turned against us."

"You seem to have made a mistake. The Black Forest Tavern is not my property. I just have a history with its owner. I didn't want to come out, but now that you saw my face, I'm sorry."

The red-haired young man squatted down and stretched out his hand to the fox. A trace of unwillingness flashed across the latter's eyes, and just when he was about to accept his fate, the fox's body suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then suddenly exploded.

Thick black mist rushed towards him, carrying strong pollution. His angry face turned pale: "Be careful!"

The red-haired young man sniffed unexpectedly, and the others became nervous. Unlike what they imagined, the other person sneezed, turned around with a confused expression and asked, "What is this? Is it body odor?"

Bloodline people: "......"

Angry face: "......"

The dead fox couldn't help but spit out blood when he heard this. The young man joked and took out several pieces of broken metal from the opponent's body with his right hand. He raised his eyebrows at the familiar device, stood up and cast his eyes on the living people.

He suppressed the smile on his face, and his expression suddenly became extremely cold.

"If anyone of you has this in your body, it's not too late to come out now."

The thick murderous aura irritated the skin. It was like a humanoid beast, terrifying enough even without any threat.

After a while, two people took the initiative to walk out of the crowd. Numian bit his lower lip, feeling annoyed at his ineffective first action.

Unlike her usual gentleness and elegance as Violet, when she puts on the mask, she becomes a little harsh on herself.

The mask was like a reminder, telling her not to be as incompetent as before.

She bowed to the red-haired young man, her tone full of determination.

"Please hand these two people over to me, and I will make them tell me everything they know."

Seeing her determination, Mason handed the matter over to her. The young man yawned and said lazily, "You can deal with these people however you want. He (the profiteer) and I only need the result. Just tell him the result."

"Yes, I won't let them reveal your identity."

"Remember to clean up any traces."

The red-haired young man turned his back to them, waved his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared into the hazy night.

Numian stood up and turned to look at the others. The other party felt a burst of murderous aura and laughed dryly: "We are all old acquaintances. Don't be too strict, Thief Boss."

The other person replied in a voice without a smile: "It is because we are old acquaintances that I know your true nature. Come with me."

The captured bloodline members immediately became depressed. Wrathful waved his hand, and the cloth turned into chains that entangled everyone's wrists. The rustling sound of the winding climbing reached everyone's ears, and they subconsciously raised their heads and saw a flash of white shadow.

Nu Mian said calmly: "From today on, there will be no forces other than the Black Forest in the Black Zone."

They were shocked and thought of the implications behind this, but they didn't dare to think about it for a while.

......

Let's go back four hours to when the troublemaker had just announced the start of the bloody night.

The same scene happened in the think tank's camp at the same time. He personally led a team of good men to take a shortcut and rushed to the base of the troublemaker.

The two teams bumped into each other on the road. The old rivals looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking.

The think tank smiled and said, "I just provided you with something good, and you're planning to raid my lair. That's not very kind, you troublemaker."

The troublemaker also smiled falsely: "We are the same, how dare you say you are not interesting?"

The two people's eyes collided with each other, and the words came out, igniting the smell of burning sparks.

Without any hesitation, whoever wins at this moment will control half of the discourse power in the future of the black zone.

It was unknown who was the first to attack, but the two teams collided in a scarlet color. The thorn-head raised his head to the sky, and his body suddenly rose up, turning into a giant ape several meters tall. He pulled up the street lamp beside him and danced with it vigorously. He was extremely powerful, and the enemy would be bleeding from the head if he was not careful, and there were casualties everywhere.

The think tank wandered among the crowd, issuing orders while dealing with those difficult enemies. The ten fingers secreted venom, which could kill people without any trace by just piercing the skin.

With them at the center, all the masters were entangled together, killing each other. The blood stained the ground red, until the sound of drums suddenly came from afar, and the originally passionate fighting atmosphere was suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water. Both sides pulled away in doubt and looked in the direction of the sound.

As if from an ancient sacrifice, every drumbeat touched people's hearts. Sporadic torches gradually lit up, forming a surging wave.

The flames were like the long skirts of dancers, clustering around the battlefield. Shadowy figures flickered. The four people in the front carried a soft couch and landed in the center of the battlefield.

The think tank and the troublemaker were shocked to find that the people carrying the couch were their subordinates. These subordinates, who were supposed to be leading ordinary people to clear the Black Forest, walked in neat steps and looked respectful. A man in a black robe sat on the couch, his mask flashing an eerie light under the firelight.

The ordinary people who surrounded them pointed their weapons at their former boss. The troublemaker was furious: "Who gave you the courage to ambush me!?"

He was irritable by nature and used strict methods to rule his people. Many people shuddered subconsciously and couldn't help but smile bitterly when they heard this.

They were stopped by this seemingly ordinary businessman before they even reached the Black Forest Tavern's territory. That man was like a monster in human form. He knocked the strongest among them to the ground with one move, and it would be easy for him to take their lives.

When everyone was terrified, the black-robed merchant took the initiative to speak.

"It's a pity that you were all abandoned. The leader ordered you to defeat an irresistible enemy. In his eyes, your lives are just expendable."

Every word he said struck home in these people's hearts, with unquestionable persuasiveness.

"You don't really think that a group of ordinary people can defeat the Bloodline?"

Before meeting the black-robed merchant, the group was indeed full of confidence.

Who wouldn't want to stand out in a black area? There are so many of them, they can beat each other even if they pile up, right? As long as you make contributions, you can get promoted.

The cruel reality slapped them hard in the face. They were completely defeated before the other side even made a real move. In their hearts, these ordinary people gradually agreed with his statement.

Doesn't the boss know the difference between ordinary people and bloodline people? He just doesn't care! They are all abandoned!

As this idea came to mind, more and more people lost their will to resist. The black-robed businessman admired their expressions and said, "I can give you a choice."

The bright red paint on the pale mask surged, forming a playful but genuine smile. His figure half-hidden in the darkness, whispering sweet and seductive words.

"Choose to live or die?"

Undoubtedly, these people chose the former.

Even if they didn't see the other side trying to persuade them to surrender, the troublemakers and think tanks knew they were being tricked.

The bloody night they carefully prepared became a trap for themselves. At this moment, the thoughts of these old rivals rarely overlapped.

"Damn you, you actually dared to bring this group of guys to betray me!"

"What betrayal? Loyalty is just a transaction. You give benefits to your subordinates, and they repay your loyalty. I just gave more price."

The man in black robe sat on the couch and laughed softly from his throat. The laughter was like a snake wrapping around the neck of the listeners, making them feel uneasy.

"I've heard of your name for a long time. Mr. Brain, Mr. Troublemaker, I'm a profiteer, the real owner of the Black Forest Tavern. I want to make a deal with you."

As the profiteer spoke, he took out a Robbie from his sleeve. The bright red paint on the mask surged, forming a playful yet genuine smile.

"I have a Robbie in my hand, you can make a choice before it lands-"

"Choose to live or die?"

A familiar question rang out, and the people around him lowered their heads and dared not look at him. The thorny head's face was as dark as ink, knowing that he had missed a move this time. The most important thing now was to save his life. As long as there was another chance, he could get back everything he deserved.

Thinking of this, he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "I give up."

Just as he gave in, he felt a sudden pain in his neck.

The thorny man subconsciously touched his throat, his hands were covered in blood. He realized what had happened, and his body fell heavily to the ground without strength. His vague consciousness gradually faded away, and he thought in confusion.

Why…why…?

The think tank couldn't help but feel sad: "Are you lying to us?"

"No, no, no, I'm a good businessman and I never cheat. I just changed my mind. The bloody smell coming from him was too strong and made me sick. And you are qualified to do business with me. Who gave you those metal balls?"

The profiteer said this carelessly. In just one minute, he had already established a mysterious and hard to tell impression in everyone's eyes.

Calm, calm. The death of the troublemaker was a demonstration. Whether he surrendered or not, he would have died. But he was different. He had something the other party wanted. The think tank who had figured this out turned his eyes and immediately became humble.

"I am happy to serve you. As long as you don't kill me and send me out of the black zone, I will tell you all the information immediately without hiding anything."

"You seem to have made a mistake."

The profiteer snapped his fingers and looked at him with a half-smile. A white shadow fell behind the profiteer. The white man with a tearful face glanced at the think tank indifferently: "Do you want to get rid of him, Master?"

No weapon could be more powerful than the impact of a snake tail that was more than ten meters long. The think tank's face looked extremely ugly.

If he had dared to do business with the seemingly law-abiding profiteer just now, he no longer had any thoughts after seeing Bai Hou.

These mutant bloodlines kill people whenever they want, without any autonomy. If they make someone angry, there is no way to save them.

Now we can only hope that the other party will keep his promise. The think tank took a deep breath: "I don't know the other party's true identity either. He wore a mask when he met me. But he will go to the West recently..."

The brains' facial muscles were tangled in pain when he was halfway through his words. He was bleeding all over and his chest was heaving. Just as he was about to die, the profiteer flicked the Robbie in his hand.

The round coin spun around on the ground, reflecting a cold light. The think tank heard the sound of a phantom treasure falling to the ground, and the pain in his body faded away.

"You didn't even realize you were being targeted. Looks like you need to change your reputation as a think tank."

The black-robed businessman looked at him with a half-smile. The think tank who had figured it all out broke out in a cold sweat and knelt on the ground begging.

"I am willing to tell you everything. Please save me!"