Star God Ruler of the Moon

At the same time, Shadow Lantern Hassan also arrived at the second assassination location, the gang headquarters.

From the main entrance, Shadow Lantern Hassan walked in generously, but probably because the level of 'breath blocking' was too high, no one noticed his arrival.

"Shadowborn lore · Boundless Shadow Prison."

Hassan, the shadow lantern, has the miracle of manipulating shadows, so night is his absolute home field, and the boundless darkness gathers towards this building, forming a confinement cage to block any entrances and exits.

"Shadowborn Lore Thousand Shadow Blades."

Under his control, the ubiquitous shadows turned into deadly weapons, setting off waves of blood and blood. Wherever there are shadows, swords and sharp blades will shoot out, which is hard to guard against.

The weird and unpredictable killing methods, coupled with the highest level of breath blocking, made Hassan of the Shadow Lantern look like he was hiding in the dark even if he opened Wushuang head-on, because no one could see through his existence.

At the highest level of the gang headquarters, the remnants of the gang protect the leaders of the gang, carefully guarding against the invisible killer.

"Damn it, it should be the Tegu envoy. Who wants to kill us? Even the Teigu envoy has been invited to take action. Could it be the imperial official?"

The boss of the gang hid among the younger brothers with a gun in his hand, his fierce eyes were full of fear, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he shrank like a frightened bird, completely losing the domineering prestige of the past.

In the silent corridor, only heavy and tense breathing could be heard. The heavy oppressive feeling made everyone feel their heart constricted, and there was a feeling of oppression that they couldn't breathe.

Stepping up the stairs, Shadow Lantern Hassan came to the top floor.

"Shadowborn Lore · Shadow Coffin Sealed."

Demonic whispers sounded again, only the sound was heard but no one was seen, the shadows reflected around began to move like soldiers who had been ordered, turning into coffins and swallowing people one by one, sinking into the rippling shadow in the dark.

"Who? Who is playing tricks? Come out, come out if you have the ability!"

Seeing the younger brothers under him die one after another, the boss of the guild finally lost his composure and began to yell loudly and shoot indiscriminately.

"Stop pretending to be a goddamn ghost! Even if I'm going to die, let me die, and I'll know the bastard hiding in the dark!!"

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Chapter 310 Eight Hundred Kills at Night

Shadow Lantern Hassan remained indifferent to the gang boss's hoarse abuse from the beginning to the end. Besides, he had already walked out generously, so it was the other party's own problem if he couldn't see it anymore.

The arrogance shown by the gang leader in the end was nothing more than sternness and indifference. He has been in the world for decades, and he has done countless harmful things.

But the invisible enemy is more likely to cause fear, because the unknown is the most terrifying.

"Quick, smash the lights! As long as there is no shadow, I don't believe we can't force him out!"

The boss of the gang, who clearly saw the shadow killing, shouted, raised his gun and smashed a light bulb precisely, and his younger brother hurriedly followed the boss's order and threw a hidden weapon to extinguish the light.

In the blink of an eye, the entire room was plunged into pure darkness, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"Oh, stupid."

Seeing this, Hassan the Shadow Lantern cursed contemptuously, raised his hand and clenched his fist tightly as if he was crushing an ant in his palm, manipulating the power of darkness to spread out, and the boundless and endless darkness shrouded and crushed the remnants.

"Shadowborn lore·night rolling."

The creepy screams resounded through the corridor one after another, and the building sealed off by the Boundless Shadow Prison was completely isolated from the outside, even the kilns and brothels next to it could not hear the slightest movement.

The darkness dissipated, and the dim moonlight shone through the windows into the quiet building. In the messy house, there were shattered dead corpses scattered horizontally.

None of the hundreds of people stationed at the gang headquarters survived.

And Hassan, the shadow lantern who completed the task, once again merged into the shadow and left calmly, leaving no trace of himself.

On the other hand, although Hassan of the Shadow Lantern moved so swiftly, the Hassans of each generation also carried out their respective tasks without hindrance.

In a restaurant serving as a gang stronghold, Hassan, who had sneaked in, was poisoning.

The process of poisoning is also very simple, just dip your finger in the water source, the dose of poison is far from enough to seal the throat with blood, but it will definitely kill you within 3 minutes.

Watching the dishes made of poisonous water being brought out, Quiet Hassan hid in the darkness and counted the time, and gradually heard the noise of shouting and cursing from outside, as well as the crisp sound of plates and wine glasses being smashed, and finally everything calmed down. Slow down to calm.

Quiet Hassan, wearing a mask, came out of the back kitchen and saw the gang members with black and blue complexions, all of them collapsed powerlessly on the ground and fell into the abyss of death.

After briefly checking the work status, Quiet Hassan turned his head to look at the open restaurant door, and muttered to himself:

"Is there anyone who is lucky enough to escape? Well, it doesn't matter, anyway, someone will hunt and kill them."

On the quiet and deserted street, the survivors who had escaped from the tavern fled in all directions, not only wanting to call a doctor, but also to report the matter to the higher-ups of the gang.

"Have the mice escaped again? That guy, Tranquility, is really not meticulous in his work."

The hundred-faced Hassan dressed in black stood on the roof, surrounded by hundreds of clones. As a one-man army among Hassans, her mission was to hunt down and eliminate the fish that slipped through the net.

A group of three perform tasks, two go up to control the target's actions, and one directly kills with a knife.

This is an action arrangement made by Baimao Hassan just to be on the safe side, and he is also afraid of encountering the presence of gods, but the possibility of powerful people in this kind of gang is actually very small.

As an existence in the group whose strength is comparable to that of Shadow Lantern, Kuangxinzi's mission this time is to sneak into Earl Quinn's house and obliterate the family members who participated in the smuggling.

Compared with unguarded gangs, it is indeed not easy to carry out an assassination in a noble's home, but those private guards can't help the fanatics coming and going.

Although he can't command the shadows like Hassan the Shadow Lantern, Kuangxinzi has also learned the most practical "Shadow Escape". This is also because the target that needs to be killed is not the entire family, otherwise she can kill Wushuang directly. Seven in and seven out.

Cursed Arm Hassan is not good at group battles, and he is good at fighting alone. He took on the task of killing individual targets alone.

From the gang cadres walking around the imperial capital, to the high-level chariot dealers responsible for transporting goods, as well as the security bureau and patrol personnel who collected protection fees during the process.

As long as it is marked on the list, none of them can escape the ending of a crushed heart.

The first show of the Hassan Order after it came to this world perfectly demonstrated the qualities of a professional assassination group. Like a silent storm in the night, it shattered the underground forces that Earl Quinn had been running for many years.

Such a large-scale action naturally attracted the attention of the old man of the mountain.

Although it was fun to go shopping with Anastasia, but his disciples and grandchildren couldn't ignore the troubles in the imperial capital, and he needed to come to ask about the specific situation.

In the southern part of the city, a small building hidden in the city.

After completing the assassination commission, Hassan, the shadow lantern, returned to the stronghold, carrying the roast chicken and various hot side dishes that he bought along the way for supper.

Before becoming a Heroic Spirit, each generation of Hassan had never met each other. At most, he had heard the deeds and legends of the former Hassans.

After becoming a heroic spirit, Hassan's way of getting along with each other is somewhat similar to the inheritance of teachers, which is different from other heroic spirit groups in the form of families and organizations.

The old man of the mountain is naturally a master-level existence, and the shadow lantern, as the second-generation Hassan who succeeds the old man in the mountain, is a well-deserved senior brother for all the Hassans.

Although Hassan the Shadow Lantern has always been reticent and left all affairs to the shrewd and capable mantra, the junior Hassans still respect him from time to time, and he also cares and loves the younger generation just like his predecessors .

After all, his old man was absent all year round, so the Shadow Lantern naturally had to stand up and carry the banner.

Walking to the door, Shadow Lantern Hassan habitually checked the sign left by Fan before leaving to confirm that no strangers had been in the house, and also knew that other people had not completed their mission and returned.

"Although this entrustment has many targets and involves a wide range, it should not be difficult to deal with with everyone's ability, and there should be nothing wrong with it."

Thinking this way, Shadow Lantern Hassan pushed the door open, and the cold moonlight slipped into the house along the crack of the door, illuminating the dark room, making a pale white skull mask come into Shadow Lantern Hassan's eyes.

Seeing the old man of the mountain sitting at the dining table drinking tea, Ying Lantern subconsciously shivered violently, so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the roast chicken in his hand.

"Come back? I've been waiting for a while."

The old man of the mountain glanced at the shadow lantern standing stiffly at the door, raised his finger to the side of the table, and said slowly:

"Put down the things in your hands, then stand by and wait a while, the others will soon be back."

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Chapter 310 IX Revenge Planner

In the middle of the night, the moon was covered by dark clouds.

Cursed Wrist Hassan dexterously shuttles and jumps between rooftops and alleys, moving and turning smoothly and smoothly, even the top parkour players in the world are not as relaxed and comfortable as him, and can move freely in any complex and unfamiliar terrain Run at full speed on flat ground.

"Hehe, this is the last goal left tonight, right?"

Looking at the small western-style building in front of him, Hassan the Cursed Wrist bent his knees and bounced towards the lush trees in the courtyard of the western-style building. The ghostly figure disappeared so quickly that the patrolling city guards passing below didn't notice it at all.

Even if they heard the sound of leaves, they regarded it as the result of the breeze or flying birds, and never thought that there were killers lurking invading.

The mansion in front of him was the residence of a deputy director of the Imperial Capital Police Bureau. Although it was not as luxurious and magnificent as the mansions and villas of the nobles, it was also made with exquisite materials and exquisite construction.

To have such a real estate in such a place where the capital is so expensive, the deputy director can be regarded as successful in his career and rich in wealth, but based on his meager official salary, even if he works diligently until his death I can't afford a single toilet in this western-style building.

The empire naturally has corresponding supervision and punishment measures for officials' corruption, but this system has long been riddled with holes by moths after a long period of time.

After countless power struggles, the emperor, nobles, and officials reached a delicate balance and tacit agreement.

After the country distributes the money within the limit, as long as you have the ability to complete the established tasks with quality and quantity, then the remaining money will not matter. Anyway, the emperor only cares about the result of the matter, and the process does not matter.

Therefore, it is the common people who suffer the most in the end, and those who are exploited the most are naturally these disadvantaged groups.

Hassan, the curse arm, stepped on the tip of the branch like a light feather, pried open the lock of the window with a wire picked up anywhere, gently pushed the window open and rolled into the house with a crooked body, blending into the crowd in the corner. shadow.

In the bedroom, the obese deputy chief snored loudly, and was dreaming a sweet dream with his arms around the young and beautiful girl beside him. Even if Hassan, the curse arm, walked to the bedside, he didn't respond at all.

"I thought that the director-level figure of the Police Bureau could bring me some trouble, but I didn't expect it to be a waste."

While thinking about it, Hassan the Curse Arm stretched out his hand to cover the deputy director's head with the quilt, and then pierced the sharp dagger into the opponent's heart through the quilt, without giving the guy a chance to struggle and scream.

Pulled out the dagger and put it away, Hassan, the cursed arm, went back the same way and turned out the window, and locked the window back, then jumped on the roof and looked around. The ghost left.

In the central area of ​​the imperial capital, the residence of Earl Quinn.

The soaring flames spread and rose above the mansion, and the raging fire devoured everything like a demon. The loud shouts of the guards resounded through the night sky, and they splashed back and forth with buckets full of water, but they couldn't stop the raging fire at all.

The fire in the Quinn family alarmed other nobles living in the surrounding area. In order to prevent the fire from spreading to their own homes, they sent their servants and guards to help put out the fire, and immediately contacted the police station and city guards for assistance. .

With such a major event happening in the central city, General Bude hurriedly ran out of his home, fearing that this was another terrorist attack by the rebels. Recently, many nobles and officials were indeed attacked.

The hooded fanatic walked away slowly from the main entrance of the Quinn mansion. The quiet girl didn't say a word, and didn't even turn her head to look at the fire scene, as if the boiling fire behind her The sight had nothing to do with her.

The targets that need to be assassinated are all given heads, and the survivors can naturally escape from the fire. A billowing fire will burn everything and destroy this family built on sin and blood.

The influence of the Quinn family has been uprooted, and after tonight, they will definitely be removed from the imperial capital.

"It seems that their operation has ended, and Earl Quinn should also be resolved."

Edmond, holding a glass of red wine, stood in front of the window of the mansion and looked into the distance. The ruthless flame that shot up into the sky like a torch illuminated most of the central city, making it impossible to ignore.

Mary also stood in front of the window. She watched the bright red flames reflecting the sky quietly for a while, turned her head to look at Edmund beside her, and said:

"I already know why you took part in this matter. Although this is not your revenge, it is helping others to carry out their revenge, right?"

Edmond seemed a little surprised when he heard the words. He didn't expect that Mary, who seemed to be eating, drinking and having fun every day, would guess the truth. But before he could explain, he heard the other party continue:

"Is that the merchant who came to the imperial capital from other places to sell goods? His daughter was kidnapped and kidnapped in his hometown a few years ago, but he didn't expect that the two of them would meet again when they came to the imperial capital to visit the kilns this time."

"I remember, you were the one who secretly settled this matter, Edmond, right? That merchant delivered the goods to you."

Hearing this, Edmond knew that Mary had already grasped most of the truth of the matter, and this was not a big secret that needed to be concealed, so he continued to explain:

"Yes, but this is just an introduction."

"His hatred alone is not worth my shot, but it is worth adding up thousands of victims with the same hatred."

As a vengeful ghost crawling back from hell to the world, the meaning of Edmond's life is revenge.

He originally wanted to guide the victims to complete the revenge plan by themselves, but found that they could not shake the entrenched nobles in the imperial capital at all, so he chose to intervene.

Just in response to that sentence, if you do many unrighteous actions, you will kill yourself.

The Quinn family was also considered unlucky, being targeted by Edmund and Moriarty at the same time, the two hit it off and directly eradicated this cancer with thunderous means, not even giving the other a chance to resist and ask for help.

"Kuhahahaha, the road I'm on is the other side of grievances and hatred, the dark resentment, the breath of hell-I am the embodiment of revenge!!"

Hearing the announcement of some middle school students, and seeing the handsome back of the Cave King, Mary couldn't help curling her lips, and murmured in a low voice:

"Didn't your journey go from Wenzhou to Canada? However, being a revenge planner is a pretty good job, and it looks like you will continue to persevere."

Edmund returned to normal in an instant, drank the red wine in the goblet in one gulp, looked at the night sky with the flames of vengeance burning in his eyes, and responded:

"Well, the days in the future will not be boring."

"However, next time I don't plan to do it myself. The hatred and resentment will only be completely subsided if I do it myself."

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