Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 752: The End of the Hero

"I see."

Lausanne II spoke quietly:

“That’s why he, Turnbull, said that before he died.”

　　【I understand...You are right, boy, I shouldn't...shouldn't think I can play their games...】

The killer's eyes were dead.

He seemed to have returned to that abandoned house on a rainy night again, watching the old gang leader in the endless pool of blood cry out desperately and madly, sadly and unwillingly.

“In this way, in the midst of the turmoil within the family, Turnbull acted smart and swore allegiance to the powerful Duke. At the same time, he was ready to make a move and secretly conspired with the restless Viscount..."

Belicia sneered:

"According to the old wall lamp himself, one of his ancestors was the seed left by Kevin Dill outside - they are all relatives, who should I help but not help?"

Lausanne II did not laugh.

But he understood.

Turnbull watched as the internal strife of the Iris family gradually deepened its reliance on him, allowing him to obtain more resources and privileges, rising from a weakling to a collaborator.

While he was secretly observing and influencing the situation, he added a fire to the Emerald City or poured a spoonful of water from time to time to keep the cauldron at a temperature suitable for the growth of the Blood Bottle Gang.

The woman crossed her arms:

“When he returns to the Blood Bottle Gang, in addition to balancing his men and eradicating dissidents, he also has to pretend that he has a big family and a big business that is difficult to take care of, and he has a headache for the new brotherhood, so as to support his enemies and show weakness to the outside world.”

Belicia's smile flashed away, and her expression gradually solidified.

“Obviously, our old gang leader was very skillful and performed almost perfectly, hiding it from everyone from top to bottom.”

Almost.

Just almost.

Lausanne II looked ashen as death:

Because Turnbull forgot.

Even if he is really a relative of Kevin Deere.

His last name is not Kevin Deere either.

Even if the family is big and the business is big, it is almost like an underground king.

He still cannot see the light.

"I guess it wasn't until one day that the two Kevin Dill brothers, who were fighting so **** that they wanted to bite off each other's flesh, suddenly realized their consciences," Belicia's emotions were complicated and subtle, "and made up their minds. , reached a consensus..."

Lausanne II completed the other party's words softly:

“Deprecate Turnbull.”

　　Discard game codes that are no longer obedient.

Even if the cost is to weaken the Blood Bottle Gang.

"But they are different from us. Those big shots are born to be noble. They are decent and civilized people. They don't like to stab people with knives and cause **** thorns." Belicia sneered, "They need to be decent, stable, and civilized." Complete the power transfer of the Blood Bottle Gang safely, quietly and without any trouble."

Decent.

Lausanne II was expressionless.

Of course.

The people at the bottom are bleeding like rivers, and the bottom is hurting each other.

People on the top were chatting and drinking, and they were thriving.

How is this not decent?

"The first step is to isolate Turnbull and gradually cut off his control over the Blood Bottle Gang - just like what Turnbull did to the Donghai people."

Belicia hummed softly:

"And when a behemoth like Kongming Palace came down, bypassed Turnbull, and came directly to the head with its interests and authority, guess what those scum—Roubaix, Solo, Red Viper, Song, and Flying Knife? The Joker, the Knife Bitch, the Wolf Warrior and even Fergie who seems to be the toughest..."

Those fanatical thugs who Turnbull accumulated through deceit, coercion, and killing the previous bosses, and who pat their chests to express their loyalty to him.

Belicia flipped up her hair, charming and sarcastic:

“How many of them can grit their teeth and endure it, guarding their bodies for the sake of the old gang leader?”

Of course, there are such people.

Just no more.

“And this is not enough.” Lausanne II suddenly said.

Belicia nodded:

“Not enough. They also want to take away the weapon that frightens his enemies, his sharpest knife.”

"They drove a wedge between Boss Turnbull and me," Lausanne II thought through everything, "making him doubt me and fear me."

And finally get rid of me.

“Wrong order.”

Lausanne II frowned.

“Not to make him doubt you.”

Just listen to Belicia saying coldly:

“But it makes you doubt him.”

The vampire killer frowned slightly.

Me, doubt him?

The killer frowned slightly.

“I have no reason and have never coveted Turnbull...”

At this moment, he remembered something and his expression suddenly changed.

A few seconds later, he looked at Belicia again, his eyes lifeless and sad.

“Yes, dear.”

Belicia came back to him and sighed softly.

“Those small doses of drugs I mixed into your food long ago were not intended to weaken or control you.”

I saw the beauty in front of me burst into a sad smile:

“They exist just to be discovered by you.”

Lausanne II's mind went blank for a moment.

The smile of the beauty in front of her gradually overlapped with the curvature of the corner of the girl's mouth.

The girl back then shook her head slowly and spoke in an ethereal tone:

“Because you, darling, you knew from the start: I’m Turnbull’s bitch.”

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

So I started to doubt Turnbull.

Beware of Turnbull.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you on the spot after discovering what you have done," the killer closed his eyes tightly, his voice trembling slightly, "or even worse: take you to confront Turnbull?"

Belicia smiled softly, and the laughter echoed in the dark dungeon, cold and strange.

“Afraid.”

It seems both ironic and helpless.

“I’m so scared to death, I’m so scared that I have nightmares, I’m so scared that I can’t sleep.”

Belicia didn't care about the dirty ground, and sat down diagonally. She gently held the killer's head and let him lean on her lap.

“I’m so afraid that I can only hug you tightly every day and night without saying a word, numbing myself.”

She is crazy and authentic.

At this moment, Lausanne II suddenly realized that he could not stop trembling.

“Then why…”

"But what do you think, the days when I stay beside you 'heroes', playing a role, racking your brains to survive," Belicia interrupted him, she hugged the vampire killer and looked at the darkness in front of her in a daze. , "Is there ever a day when I won't be afraid at all, won't have nightmares, and be able to sleep peacefully?"

Lausanne II opened his eyes.

"Of course you don't think so, the number one killer of the Blood Bottle Gang, the notorious Lausanne II," the woman said lightly, "because you are used to holding a sword in your hand, and you can never imagine my situation or my choice."

“Just like those good guys who once held me in their arms, when they looked at me smiling like a flower, they always felt that I was also enjoying it, ‘I guess it was voluntary, right?’”

Belicia chuckled.

For some reason, Lausanne II felt cold in his heart when he heard her laughter.

"But there was a moment when I was afraid to a certain limit, and I thought, ah, that's it." Belicia gently stroked his blood-stained face, her eyes dimming, "Even if you find out After the truth is revealed, there seems to be nothing wrong with killing with one sword?"

The killer was silent.

The dead silence in the dungeon lasted for several seconds, until Belicia sighed and returned to the present from the trance of the past.

“Of course, you didn’t expose me after all.”

The beauty’s eyes flickered and she smiled:

“But it’s because you have a soft ear and are pity for the beauty. It seems that I look down on you a little too much.”

Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

"I think it's probably because you know that whether you kill me or lead me to Turnbull, no matter what the outcome is..."

Belicia took care of the killer's blood-stained and stinky hair one by one, as seriously as if she was taking care of her own hair:

“You can’t trust him anymore.”

Lausanne II’s eyes were dim.

"Even if Turnbull denies it, acts innocent, tortures me to death, and then makes up the excuse 'she must be a spy'," Belicia looked at the killer, "then you just let go of the grudge. , no longer doubt him..."

She winked slyly:

“Or should I become more vigilant and cautious, suspecting that he just used me as a scapegoat and silenced me without any evidence?”

Lausanne II was speechless.

“But you,” he said quietly, “how did you turn around and make Boss Turnbull doubt me and even make him decide to get rid of me?”

Belicia smiled again.

“Feelings and emotions, these are wonderful and fair things.”

“When you start to doubt other people,” she said with emotion as she put her face on Lausanne II, “the other person will feel it.”

Lausanne II’s eyes narrowed.

　　【If you want people to trust you, you must treat them with sincerity. 】

He thought again of what the dirty guy from the feast had said about spiritual powers.

"And those who are doubted by you will begin to doubt you in turn." Belicia said softly.

　　【If you want someone to love you deeply, you must first show your sincerity. 】

Lausanne II took a deep breath.

"When you first set up a safe house to avoid the old gang leader's eyes and ears, when you started to double-check the information he gave you when you took the job, when you deliberately did not follow the task list and suggestions he gave you, when you every Every time you meet, be fully armed and guard your surroundings. When you always choose a time and place to meet him that is safe for you but a threat to him..."

Belicia counted the past events in detail, and finally let out a sigh:

“Tell me, the talented and ambitious Turnbull, when did he stop trusting you?”

Building trust is hard, but destroying it…

Lausanne II did not speak.

"Maybe you didn't realize it, but it was at that time that your reputation began to spread more and more fiercely among the gangs," Belicia's eyes were misty and her tone was deep, as if she was telling a story to a child, "Mysterious and cruel. Blade, a murderer of countless people, the number one master of the Blood Bottle Gang: Lausanne II."

She chuckled:

“Even your name was given by the old gang leader, which shows that he values and trusts you... Will you have to carry the banner of the Blood Bottle Gang in the future if the gang leader is no longer there?”

Lausanne II clenched his fists.

No.

"In the end, everyone who has heard those rumors will have the illusion: Turnbull, he relied on you and your sword to get to the position and support the entire Blood Bottle Gang."

Just listen to Belicia whisper:

"And you, my dear, you are the next leader of the gang."

The next gang leader.

At least, the next gang leader is someone who cannot be offended and must be curated by others.

As a result, Turnbull began to doubt him.

With his whole body chained up, Lausanne II leaned on the woman's arms and exhaled with difficulty.

"He shouldn't believe these rumors. He should come to me directly for clarification."

Belicia’s eyes lit up.

“He’s coming.”

But she sneered and changed the topic:

“But don’t forget, that old wall lamp doubts you, is jealous of you, and is wary of you, just like the reason why you don’t go to him: he doesn’t even know whether your words are worth believing.”

So he will never come to you directly.

Lausanne II’s eyes narrowed.

Belicia clicked her tongue: "At this time, according to Turnbull's temperament, the most reassuring way for him to judge whether you are trustworthy is only one..."

She did not continue.

Because Lausanne II already knew the answer.

"you."

The vampire killer said in a daze.

"for me."

Belicia raised the corners of her mouth and smiled like a flower:

“Turnbull’s bitch.”

Lausanne II closed his eyes again.

“Sowing discord between the two parties and creating a space for profit in the middle was Turnbull’s best strategy, whether he sent me to deal with Bert or he dealt with the Iris brothers..."

Belicia was filled with emotion:

“He probably didn’t expect that many years later, someone would deal with him in the same way.”

Or maybe it is because he is so deeply immersed in this way that he is even more unable to extricate himself when it comes to his own life?

At this moment, Lausanne II was in a complicated mood.

He understands.

The problem is not the drugs.

Not even in Belicia.

The seeds of doubt were sown long, long ago, long enough for them to realize it, between Turnbull and him, between the old gang leader and the number one killer.

Even before he met Turnbull, it had already sprouted.

Old gang leader.

Old friend.

Lao cauldron.

Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes.

“All of these are enough to make him doubt, betray, and even kill me?”

Belicia chuckled.

“Don’t forget, Turnbull is no slouch either.”

She thought of her old friend, fear and disgust welling up in her eyes, it was hard to say which was more.

“From a young gangster to the leader of the Blood Bottle Gang, after fighting for so many years, he is particularly sensitive to the disturbances around him. There may be no solid evidence, but he feels it: not only you, but also many of his subordinates look at him differently.

“I don’t know when, although the internal fighting among Iris in the Emerald City continued, the sword of internecine fighting had quietly turned and pointed at him alone.

“He sensed a crisis and suspected that he was losing control of the Blood Bottle Gang and was about to become an abandoned son, while many of his subordinates were gradually being instigated to rebel and quietly conspired to establish a new gang leader.”

The femme fatale in front of me caressed the killer's face gently and seriously:

“This time, his suspicion was finally right.”

In other words, I doubted it so many times.

It will always be right last time.

Lausanne II had a premonition of something and sighed softly.

"Turnbull is not one to sit still and wait for death," Belicia said calmly, "so he reacted immediately and took immediate action: secretly detecting the unusual movements of his men and testing their alien intentions."

She smiled sarcastically:

"Unfortunately, the results of his investigation only confirmed his fears and suspicions over and over again. "And his actions further deepened the fear and suspicion of his subordinates.

“Push him step by step to a higher and steeper cliff.”

Lausanne II already knew the outcome, and was even present at the end, but when he heard this, he still couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

Turnbull.

The hero was unwilling to sit still and wait for death, so he got up and took a step forward.

But standing up and taking steps on the cliff is tantamount to seeking death.

“What did he do?”

The killer said in a daze.

Belicia raised a brow.

“You say, what should a man do when he finds that he has lost an old friend?”

Lausanne II's eyes refocused, and he looked at Belicia with a sad expression.

"That's right, my dear," Belicia said playfully, "making new friends."

new friend.

Lausanne II did not speak.

"So, when he felt that he could no longer control the storm in front of him, Turnbull began to seek new power from the outside, a new subordinate - or superior? Just like he did in the **** world full of the lingering shadow of the power of the East China Sea people. In the Bottle Gang, it’s the same as bringing in the Emerald City’s help.”

It allows him to protect himself, and even go a step further. He no longer has to look forward and backward, and no longer has to be afraid of Kevin Deere's powerful help.

“And he found it.” The killer said slowly.

Belicia nodded with complicated eyes:

"It seems so, and that makes him extremely confident, so confident that he can make up his mind to use the most vigorous and brutal method, starting from within the gang, to eliminate those traitors who dare to conspire with outsiders and slander him."

Lausanne II wooden interface:

“That rainy night, the abandoned house, that decisive battle.”

Belicia sighed first, then chuckled.

“Somehow, Turnbull came up with the idea of killing two birds with one stone: he pretended to have a plan, mobilized the whole gang, and completely surrounded and suppressed the Black Street Brotherhood, which had been up and down for several years and was difficult to eradicate.”

The woman said quietly:

“Red Viper, **** Fogg and the others started fighting on the outside, cutting off their wings, while Old Wall Lamp himself and you went straight to the key point, decapitating the Black Sword—the battle sounds scary, it’s really a generous move, right?”

The Vampire Killer did not respond.

I saw Belicia smiling sadly:

“Except this is actually a bait, a trap with sinister intentions. The purpose is to expose weaknesses so as to lure those men who have been instigated to rebel, to force them to show up, so that Turnbull can catch them all, clean up the door, and regain power.”

Regain your prestige.

Listening to her words, Lausanne II seemed to have returned to that rainy night.

There, he quietly watched Turnbull wipe his armor while telling the story of the origin of the Blood Bottle Gang to his subordinates who seemed to be in a strong formation but actually had their own hidden agendas.

It’s not wine in the bottle.

There is no king in the country.

At that time, every word the other party said had profound meaning.

“How did you know?” Lausanne II returned to the present with a cold tone.

Belicia shook her head:

“I’m his bitch.”

The beauty sighed. She caressed Lausanne II's face, but her eyes were fixed on the sewage on the ground.

"The good news is: Turnbull's plan was very successful. Regardless of whether it was on the periphery or in the center, the traitors in the gang couldn't hold back after all, and they all showed up one by one."

Belicia’s eyes wandered:

“The bad news: his plan seems to be too successful.”

She raised her head, happy and comfortable:

“Everyone, almost everyone in the gang, from thugs to counselors, from bodyguards to bitches, every one of them, betrayed him.”

The beauty said quietly:

“Even—his so-called new friends.”

　　The voice fell and the sentence was completed.

Just like the end of the hero's life

Lausanne II closed his eyes deeply.

“He miscalculated.”

His voice was tired.

Belicia smiled disdainfully:

"Yeah, who would have thought that the cunning old wall lamp, who even prepared two exits for the bedroom, would be so willing to catch them all in one fell swoop and take the risk of causing big trouble? In the end, not only did everyone get shaken up, but the Blood Bottle Gang suffered heavy losses. And he killed himself by the way.”

"No."

Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes.

“On the contrary.”

Belicia looked puzzled.

“It’s not because he’s willing to take risks.”

I saw the former number one killer’s eyes were sad, and there was unspeakable pain in them:

“But because...because of his new friend.”

Belicia keenly felt something was wrong:

"What's the meaning?"

Because you have new friends?

So, we have to abandon our old friends?

Lausanne II smiled.

He smiled sadly and helplessly.

I see.

Turnbull.

You son of a bitch.

I don’t owe you anything anymore.

The killer said slowly:

“Because this plan to kill two birds with one stone and ‘catch them all’ was not the idea of others, nor Turnbull himself, but the request of his ‘new friends’.”

Belicia frowned.

"For this group of new friends, if Turnbull's Blood Bottle Gang has been exposed to the enemy's view, it will no longer be convenient, no longer able to play a role, no longer able to stir up trouble in the Emerald City, and no longer able to fight for them. The interests of the people are overwhelming, dividing and attacking the Kevin Deere family, causing Iris to gradually decline amidst the intensifying internal strife..."

Hearing this, Belicia changed color slightly.

"Then why not turnbull and the Blood Bottle Gang to uproot them all," Lausanne II gasped, "Let the Emerald City, Leinster and the Sona brothers take back even if they get rid of Turnbull." What’s left is just a disintegrated and scattered Blood Bottle Gang…”

Just like today…

“I can no longer serve Kongming Palace.”

Moreover, cut off the lower ears and eyes of the iris.

“I think this is the purpose of ‘catch them all’.” Lausanne II concluded his conclusion feebly.

Belicia was stunned for several seconds before she realized what she was doing.

"how do you know?"

how could I know?

Lausanne II lay on the ground and smiled sarcastically.

“Because I finally figured it out and understood why Turnbull didn’t come to me or confess to me even when he was desperate, but kept his suspicion and distance from me.”

The killer’s eyes were forlorn:

“It’s not just him who’s afraid of me.”

He said quietly:

“More so because he understands me.”

It’s like I know him.

“Turnbull, he knows my past.”

Lausanne II was in a trance, as if he had returned to the yellow sand a long time ago.

"So he knew that once he told me the truth, once I knew who his new friend was..."

The killer took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, but there was a hint of unconscious hatred in his tone:

“Then I will turn my back on him without hesitation.”

He said categorically:

“Part ways with him.”

Even irreconcilable.

Belicia frowned.

She didn’t understand.

“Accordingly, as to why Turnbull wanted to kill me...”

Lausanne II laughed sadly:

“Why was he so determined? Even though he knew it was extremely risky, he still had to use all his tricks on that rainy night, pretending to be invincible first, and only then took action decisively when both Black Sword and I were injured, just to kill me..."

The killer took a deep breath and looked at the endless darkness above his head:

“Because this is the condition.”

His hatred is deep:

"It was the condition of his deal with his 'new friends' to get help - if Turnbull wants to live, I must die."

Belicia was completely stunned.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Why?

She was puzzled:

“His new friends, what do they have with you...”

But Lausanne II interrupted her regardless:

“The irony is that it was not until the end that Turnbull discovered that the new friends he made for self-protection and the new forces he attracted did not actually care about his surrender and value.”

The killer smiles sadly:

“Even if he gets rid of me as agreed...”

“The Black Sword and the Brotherhood…”

This Turnbull can be described as a street gang that he has allowed and even fostered in order to support his enemies and respect himself...

Lausanne II said in a daze:

“I didn’t show any mercy to him.”

At that moment, everything in the dungeon changed.

His ears were buzzing with evil murmurs.

Just like the drizzle of rain all around.

Like the trembling and panting of the black sword.

Just like a few blocks away, during the decisive battle between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood, there were faint sounds of killing.

　　　【I see...you're right, boy. 】

In his helpless sight, the old gang leader with only half his body left laughed in pain and despair, crawling towards him inch by inch.

　　【I shouldn't...shouldn't think I can play their game. 】

As for him, he was powerless and could only watch in shock as the dying Turnbull stretched out his trembling hands.

Hand out the solid source of blood.

　　【Stay alive, boy, see clearly the ugly face of this world...Stay alive! 】

The next second, Lausanne II trembled all over and gasped for air!

The power dissipates and everything in the memory falls apart.

"What is this... No, no, no, you pig... Goddess above... I will do it, I swear I will..."

Belicia lay beside him, covering her forehead in pain, trying to distinguish illusion from reality:

“No, where is this…my head…”

So what?

Lausanne II ignored Belicia who was affected by the supernatural power. He stared blankly at the thick darkness above his head.

Old friend, old cauldron, old gang leader.

It’s thanks to your blessing—or curse—that I’m alive.

I can see the face of this world clearly.

　　 Uglier than I imagined.

But so what?

To the end.

It’s good for you and it’s good for me.

We are still in a cage.

Trapped in this dark dungeon.

Helpless and incompetent.

Unable to move.

Now that we know it and see it clearly, what can we do?

“Belicia, go back.”

The quiet path of Lausanne II.

Belicia gritted her teeth and raised her head, having just gotten rid of the influence of the supernatural power.

"You asked what you wanted to ask," the vampire captive said coldly, turning back into the killer who kept strangers away, "I also know what I want to know."

"but-"

"They have obtained so much information, whether it is useful or not, they should be satisfied." Lausanne II closed his eyes. "The big man outside the door should not make things difficult for you anymore."

According to the prince's character, probably not.

Hope not.

Belicia panted slightly, raised her head in confusion, and looked at the exit of the dungeon.

“That’s it?” she said in a daze.

“That’s it.” He said numbly.

Let’s go, go back.

Don’t come back again.

Anyway, even if you know the truth...

Can't change anything.

Belicia covered her forehead and was silent for a long time.

“You really can’t remember it, can you?”

Lausanne II closed his eyes tightly and showed no reaction.