Leader of the Ark Raiders

The second hand of the big clock is still moving slowly.

……

Suddenly, a woman in a long skirt screamed.

She saw a man of the Pero ethnic group beside her carrying a briefcase and talking on his mobile phone suddenly fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from the wound on his left chest.

The crowd retreated in horror, and the scene was chaotic.

The briefcase of the man in the suit fell to the ground, and the hatchet fell out of it.

The woman in the long skirt trembled, she was overwhelmed with fright.

She only remembered that a person passed by the street just now and passed the man in the suit.

Then the man rubbed shoulders with her again.

She vaguely heard the man whispering:

"one."

……

The crowd came and went.

No one noticed that a beggar sitting on the street corner hung his head.

His hand was still in the rag bag that he carried with him, and he would not be able to take out the crossbow in the bag in the future.

There was a blood hole in the middle of his throat, and life passed silently.

"two."

……

Boom!

A person suddenly fell down from the door of the church, and the tourists who were visiting were frightened and scattered.

The man who fell was holding a long and thin rope dart in his hand.

The weapon that was used to take someone's life was wrapped around his own neck at this moment, and he was hanged to death.

"three."

……

The church bell was ticking silently.

Five past eight.

……

In the coffee shop by the square, there was a sudden jingle.

A customer's coffee mug fell to the floor and shattered.

Seeing this, the waiter rushed to him and cleaned up for him.

The waiter wants to ask the customer if he would like another cup of coffee.

When the young girl raised her head, she was horrified to find that a blood hole had been opened in the customer's temple.

The customer who lost his life hangs his hands down, and the Hidden Blades in his sleeves have not yet had time to drink blood.

"45."

……

In a snack cart selling barbecue burritos next to the fountain in the downtown square, two shopkeepers are arranging the ingredients.

Inside the snack cart, instead of seasoning bottles, there are two blunderbuss guns on the shelf; dozens of sharp throwing knives hang on the place where the grill should be.

Suddenly someone greeted the two shopkeepers.

The two raised their heads, and suddenly saw the face of the hunting target imprinted in their minds.

Then they just felt a chill on their necks.

When another customer wanted to buy barbecue burritos, the two shopkeepers had disappeared.

Only blood was left along the crack of the car door.

"47."

……

Ten past eight.

……

On the boulevard in the new city, a breeze blew.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Three black shadows flew out from the hiding place, and besieged the man under the plane tree.

In the next moment, the man raised his hand, and the blade flashed.

A fallen leaf was cut into four by the sharp wind brought out by the blade.

The three shadows were still standing there.

Three spherical weights fell to the ground, startling the birds in the trees.

"93."

……

In the eastern suburbs of the city, in an abandoned building.

The stray cat looking for food seemed to sense something, arched its body and let out a terrified howl, and then quickly fled.

Wait a minute, someone walked into the building.

In an instant, the silence in the building seemed to be a little bit dense.

The killing intent gathered in the next second, and at least six people flashed out from all directions and rushed towards the person who came.

The uninvited visitor pulled out a pair of daggers, and the white blades glowed red.

Afterwards, he darted into the enemy group, amidst the flurry of blade light, the red light of the blade was like a scarlet storm.

Chi-

A smear of blood was added to the wall that was sprayed with graffiti as a decoration.

"One hundred and one."

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Eight fifteen.

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"120."

When he heard these words from the opposite mouth, Slavomir couldn't help but tremble.

Slavomir is the killer of the Unarmored Alliance, and he is only half a step away from reaching the platinum rank.

Before the game of the Flawed Light Knights, Slavomir was called back from the city of Bydgoszcz in the west by the Unarmored League.

I heard that all colleagues will be dispatched today.

There are two goals -

Maria Linguang, and her teammate, "The Beak Knight".

Slavomir arrives at five o'clock in the morning, the masked boss who is always strict about punctuality.

Things are a little more complicated today.

Slavomir heard that the Platinum Order had failed to hunt down the "Bird Knight".

Then Platinum Rank rebelled.

Slavomir never asked about matters of superiors.

He only knew that His Excellency Roy said that he would personally deal with the knight, and he knew that the green-gold assassin was always stable in his work.

Unexpectedly, Roy, the green gold dignitary, also died.

Then he heard his colleagues say—

The hunted target, "Bird Knight", came out.

Slavomir felt that his 120 colleagues should be able to deal with this ridiculously named knight.

After all, the task he received was to pay attention to and stop anyone who might interfere with the competition in the Flaming Blade Arena, nothing more.

What followed was a blah blah of the radio.

Slavomir couldn't figure out what happened at all, and could only piece together the current situation from the screams and the sound of swords and swords fighting with gold and iron.

Could it be that the beak knight——

Before thinking about it, Slavomir raised his head and saw this "knight" in the alley opposite.

Slavomir's mission location is at the entrance of this alley.

He hides behind a fruit stand.

He also accidentally witnessed the whole scuffle in the alley.

Twelve Assassins of the Wuxuan League attacked and were killed one by one by a pair of daggers in the knight's hand.

Sprint, rush, sword dance, dodge, cut, cold blood.

The blade danced sharply in the air, shining coldly through the blood of himself and the enemy.

The knight held two daggers, not like a knight, but more like an assassin.

No...he is more like a devil crawling out of hell at the moment.

The knight kicked away the corpse at his feet and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

The clothes and trousers were splashed with blood, and the blood was still flowing down the dagger in his hand.

He took a rag and slowly wiped away the blood.

Then he threw away the blood-stained cloth.

A gust of wind blew, and the rags blew past Slavomir's face, bringing a burst of blood.

Slavomir saw the knight coming out.

His pace is a bit slow, one step at a time.

Because the soles of his shoes were covered with dried blood.

Slavomir swallowed.

He thought that since he learned the killing technique, he has been to various places and used various cruel methods to hone his skills.

He prides himself on his superior strength.

But at this moment, Slavomir felt that the knight wielding the dagger was what an assassin should look like.

There are no gorgeous skills and redundant movements, every knife is born to harvest life.

At that time, the knight had already reached the entrance of the alley.

"Is that you? The last one," said the knight.

Slavomir grasped the hilt of the sword, and an unwillingness rushed straight to his forehead.

He roared, drew his sword and killed.

The knight raised his toes and picked up a short spear from the ground.

swiftly—

Slavomir was thrown through his right chest by the thrown spear and pinned to the wall behind him.

"Is your radio still working?" the knight approached and asked.