The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 63 The Betrayer

At midnight, in the eastern district of Tingen City, the smell of fish and rancidity permeated the Sea Breeze Alley, but it could not cover up the faint smell of rust emanating from the depths of the alley.

While the normally closed oak doors of the Black Rose Bar are open to the outside, the bar is filled with a completely different silence from the past.

There were a few faint sounds in the darkness, the muffled sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh and blood, adding a bit of indescribable horror to the dimly lit bar.

And at the entrance of the alley not far from the bar, outside an ordinary carriage, the rotten tooth of one of the former Razor Gang bosses was standing respectfully in front of the carriage at this moment, whispering in a humble tone:

"Mr. Pete, One-eyed Walker and his relatives have all returned to the embrace of the Lord. From now on, the entire Eastern District, no! No one in the entire underground world of Tingen will defy your will again. You are the uncrowned king here."

"not bad!"

Appreciative voices came from the carriage, and after leaning slightly, he said with a smile:

"I will leave the Razor Gang to you in the future, don't let me down, you know what that means!"

There was a hint of threatening laughter, which gradually disappeared in the deep night. The horseshoe stepped on the stone road, making a crisp "click" sound, and slowly moved away with the ordinary-looking taxi.

After a long time, the rotten teeth stood still on the side of the road with his head down, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled into an obvious arc, which exposed a few yellow teeth and sores on the gums that were difficult to cover. .

One of the subordinates beside him resisted the smell that was emitted from his mouth, which was far more foul-smelling than the stinky ditch next to him. He walked forward with a smile on his face, and said with a low smile as if he was asking for credit:

"Boss with rotten teeth, the body has been packed, and it will be sent to the steel factory later to ensure that it is cleaned up."

"As for Alvin Stinson, we have also dispatched more people to negotiate, and have prepared evidence that One-Eyed Walker has absconded with the money. This business to supply the factory will soon belong to us again, and even I can earn a deposit for nothing, hehe..."

Wearing a peaked cap like most members of the Razor Gang, the black street mouse who couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness smiled lowly, and wiped the scarlet liquid on the ax blade with the sleeve of his linen shirt.

But what he didn't expect was that the rotten tooth that was also smiling all of a sudden turned gloomy like a sea that was brewing a storm, and he grabbed the collar of his subordinate who was asking for credit with his raised hand.

He growled in a hurried tone:

"I said, call me Chris. From now on, only I, Chris, will be the only boss of the Razor Gang. There will be no more rotten teeth in this world, no more!"

Facing the new boss who suddenly went mad, the black street mouse who was pulled by the collar and spit on his face seemed a little at a loss, trembled for a while, and then nodded again and again:

"Yes, Boss Chris, there are no more rotten teeth!"

"That's right."

After letting go of his hands, he adjusted the crooked collar of the other party, and a smile climbed up the cheeks of Rotten Teeth again.

"That one-eyed Walker looks down on us and refuses to cooperate with Mr. Pete. He thinks he can sit back and relax if he hits the police station?"

"Who does he think he is? The inspector's own son? Hahaha..."

Leaning slightly, the infiltrating laughter stopped, and Rotten Fang suddenly waved his big hand and said vigorously:

"Let's start immediately after cleaning the bar. I want to watch One-Eyed Walker thrown into the steel-making furnace with his own eyes, use his body to make the best steel, and then use this batch of materials to make a unique chair. In the lobby of the Rose Bar!"

……

"Is it really okay to do this?"

"I mean, Mr. Maynard has clearly warned us not to conflict with the Razor Gang for the time being, and according to investigations, they are likely to have inextricable relations with the Church of Steam."

On the creaking carriage, Pete the Bloody Hand didn't respond to his deputy's worries, but stared at the deep night outside the car window, and muttered to himself irrelevantly:
"The Razor Gang fought, and One-Eyed Walker died suddenly. How pleasant it sounds."

"Besides, we won't need that greedy and lustful guy any more soon. Mrs. Sharon won't have to endure that bastard's bullying anymore. I will get a knighthood and run for a member of parliament to replace him, becoming the veritable ruler of Tingen .”

Speaking of this, Pete took the opportunity to think of Mrs. Sharon's charming and colorful body like a water snake under the veiled dress, and an evil fire suddenly rushed into his heart.

But then he thought that the other party was being suppressed by Maynard's fat pig and acted recklessly. The evil fire in his heart was like pouring a bucket of boiling oil on him, and his eyes turned red.

"Damn bastard!"

The uncontrollable jealousy and anger caused Pete to grit his teeth and let out a low growl. It was not until a long time later that the restless emotions in his heart calmed down. He turned his head and asked the deputy beside him in a calm tone:
"The goods for Master Capin, are you ready?"

"Already prepared!"

Facing the abnormality shown by the leader of the Bloody Hand Party, Pete who had the nickname "Bloody Hand", the deputy who was sitting beside him quickly nodded and said: "Tomorrow night at the warehouse in the dock area, we will deliver the first batch of high-quality goods as promised. .”

"Remember to keep it clean." Pete let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing that the other party had calmed down completely, the deputy finally breathed a sigh of relief took out the handkerchief in the pocket of the suit, wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and after deliberating for a while, he explained seriously:
"The goods this time are all children of poor families in the lower streets. We pretended to be a housekeeping company, under the guise of introducing the work of Backlund maids to their parents, and paid a small commission. Those guys thanked God If you are a local, bring your own children here for us to choose."

Having said that, he suddenly couldn't help but let out a burst of sarcasm laughter, and spoke with confidence under Pete's gaze:
"Even with our hints, they have dreamed of one day allowing those country girls to conceive the child of the big man in Backlund, so that they can marry into a wealthy family and soar to the sky!"

"Hehe, it's so stupid..."

The low laughter full of mockery rippling in the deep darkness, gradually dissipated without a trace, leaving only the heavy wheels passing through the potholes and uneven stone roads, stirring up wisps of light in the ditch full of excrement. Untraceable ripples.

But then, the ripples suddenly began to expand continuously, and a figure with naked scars all over his body suddenly stood up from the ditch, and then fell straight to the side of the ditch.

Amid the weak coughing, he was panting with difficulty. His right leg with severed ligaments could not stand up from the ditch full of greasy filth at all, and his right hand with only three fingers could not even wipe off the adhesion while trembling. Sludge on eyelids.

But a familiar voice came from his still intact ear:

"Six Fingers, warrior of the great existence, I feel your pain, I feel the anger of betrayal is gnawing at your sanity... Don't hesitate, don't give up, the glory of the Lord of Humanity will shine on you, His apostle will guide you."

"It's that lunatic, Ademisor, he's been wandering around me like a wandering spirit." Liuzhi, who was still lying on the edge of the ditch, twitched his fingers weakly, listening to Admisol with a deadened heart. Thor leaned over his head, repeating incomprehensible crazy words.

The scalding blood drained quickly along the cracks in the stone slabs of the drainage ditch, and the wounds rolled between the chest and abdomen had already lost their pain after being soaked in feces.

Because of this, the rapid drop in body temperature, and the noisy whispers in his ears gradually made some revolving hallucinations appear in his vision stuck in the mud.

He saw a baby with deformed fingers abandoned in front of a pair of childless elderly people. He saw a neglected child grow up to become a black street mouse and be despised by everyone.

Until the adoptive parents passed away one after another, a bald man suddenly appeared and told the physically disabled boy that following him would fill his stomach.

At that time, the bald man was not one-eyed, nor did he have that terrifying scar on his face.

The scene began to beat continuously. During a grand celebration dinner, the head of the bald man was chopped off with a sharp ax and rolled down at his feet.

He saw some people standing up to resist, but their limbs were cut off on the round table of the bar, and some people were dragged into the cubicle to take turns begging for violence.

The rotten teeth with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes on weekdays stepped on his head and laughed and screamed, like a lunatic who lost his mind...

"Why am I the only one who survived?"

"Why was the police interrogating me on the way to the steel factory to destroy the corpse, and when the corpse was thrown into a stinky ditch to hide, I was the only one who woke up."

"Why did they betray us? With a new business, everything is obviously better..."

Six Fingers pursed the corners of his mouth. In the numbness and pain, he finally felt that the world had plunged into darkness, and everything ushered in the long-lost silence.

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