Morning of Swordsman Tower

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"Hey, this equipment is really the right choice. It forced a continuation of an encounter in a youth school drama."

While taking his exaggerated "crime" dance steps, Jogo muttered something, and then his body turned into a phantom, and finally disappeared behind the corner wall.

What he meant was, don't think that the late girl with the bread in her mouth can be bumped into at any 90-degree corner. This kind of plot has been rotten into a meme by cartoonists.

But with the golden shovel, the dance of the phantom, and the speed of 80 mph with the boots of lightness, it is different. As long as you can speed up to overtake the car behind the beautiful girl, you are the appointed protagonist.

"Boots of Lightness": has been enchanted with "Noisy".

Additional skills: ①Strengthen movement: Greatly increase movement speed.

②Deceleration resistance: The speed-reducing means you suffer will not cause any damage to you, and the deceleration effect is halved.

③ Loudness: When you cause damage to a target, it will give you a small movement speed bonus within 10 seconds, and the duration can be refreshed by stacking multiple times. The same target cannot be triggered twice, and the maximum stacking is 4 layers. '

Testimonials

Thank you for your love for this book. In fact, there is nothing more to say. The old black rabbit has already written a book. The grades are average, but at least there is a guarantee of finishing the book.

Here is just to explain the old black rabbit's attitude towards rewards again. If I have the ability, of course I would like to offer a reward, but it really doesn't work.

First of all, the outline of this book is very difficult to decide, because there are too many elements, and readers have given me a lot of novel opinions. It is common to change ideas. Without a fixed framework, coding the plot is really labor-intensive. .

Furthermore, as mentioned before, the old black rabbit still insists on the principle of writing as soon as it can be written. Offering rewards will make me start to get mixed up unconsciously. If I get mixed up to a certain extent, it will definitely plummet. This is not my writing. The original intention of the book.

Chapter 55 Noisy Law? Noxus would love it

"Haha, haha! I, I'm about to die, so, so your people turned into a bunch of bare asses?? Hahahaha!"

A ferocious wolf-like Lupus gangster with scars on his head was pounding the table and laughing wildly, until the Lupus opposite him, who was also wearing a black suit designated by the gang, but at least had a human face, turned pale.

"Shut up, Gambino! It's not mine, it's the Sicilians!"

The wolf-headed gangster Gambino seemed to ignore the other party's insults, but after all, he gradually stopped laughing and stared at the other party with a sharp gaze of scrutiny.

"You impress me, Capone, I thought you were a coward, but I didn't expect you to be able to do such a domineering behavior that fits the status of a gangster, but unfortunately you failed, and washing away the shame of a coward does not mean that you are not a fool. "

boom!

The human-faced Luper called Capone slammed his fist on the table, staring at the guy opposite and gnashing his teeth, but obviously he can only be speechless now, because he really failed, otherwise Gambino would not be here today. appear here.

These two Lupers, whose names are exactly the same as the godfathers of American gangsters in the last century, are the two remaining leaders of the Sicilians. So his mind is a little straighter.

Originally, Gambino should not come to Longmen until the eve of the Requiem Festival about a year later, which is the timeline of the game event Noisy Law. Before that, he was running business in other places, probably doing something similar Even a killer's job.

And Capone used to be the person in charge of foreign trade one level lower than Gambino. He mainly sold some guns from Lateran, and then smuggled and imported various high-profit goods to Syracuse, even if he was not a gangster. It is also possible to imagine something, such as Casimir's slave, Kazdel's "leaf".

Capone also knew that Gambino was a reckless man, and the reason why he didn't want to join him was because he was afraid of losing his current authority, but now that he had torn his face with the Mouse King, Capone had to take the initiative to ask Gambino After all, most of the fighters left by the Sicilians were under Gambino's command.

If it weren't for Capone's failure in this impulsive action, he should have been able to sit on an equal footing with Gambino by virtue of the family he managed in Longmen, but now it seems that he can only be lowered by him.

"I'm not asking you to talk nonsense, in a word, do you want to do this?"

Even if he doesn't send someone to investigate, Capone knows that the Shu King must be gearing up to kill him. If Gambino doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water, he can only run away before the Shu King seals off the slums. the way.

But as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Capone is willing to give it a go. With the chic life of Longmen, who wants to go to those ghost places outside to suffer?

The so-called gangsters, to put it bluntly, are a group of bullies organized to bully the market and enjoy the life of a self-proclaimed upper class. They don't want to be mercenaries begging for food in the hail of bullets.

"Do it! Why don't you do it? The Sicilians deserve such a good 'hometown', but I will be the leader after this is done. Do you have any objections?"

Faced with Gambino's Ms. Wang's big opening, Capone could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. After all, it is better to be inferior to others than to become a bereaved dog again.

"I can support you as the leader, but the trade is mine, and you cannot interfere."

Gambino snorted coldly. Even his muscular brain knew that Capone could not be suppressed too hard at one time. As long as he grasped the power of the leader, he would find a few experienced and smart people as his assistants. Time to grab the right to trade.

"As long as you hand over the profit share according to the rules, what's wrong? Isn't the division of labor the same as before, except that you became the head of internal and external trade, and your boss was replaced by me."

"…make a deal."

Seeing Capone stretching out a hand, Gambino grinned and bared his sharp fangs. After all, he is a foolish wolf who will not hide his emotions, but Capone may not be able to see anything. Because Gambino usually looks like this.

"make a deal."

Just as the two people in the Sicilian stronghold successfully shook hands and expressed their willingness to cooperate to defeat the Mouse King, there was a burst of cheerful piano playing in the hall not far away, which stunned the two gang leaders.

The notes of the piano are like a light and vigorous gray rabbit, running on the prairie with all four legs for a while, stopping for a while to wash the fleshy cheeks with its small front paws, full of cute and humorous tunes.

But it just doesn't go well with a gang full of Lupus werewolves.

To the ears of two senior gangsters, Gambino and Capone, it was as uncomfortable and awkward as eating a fly. It was like seeing an iron blood with a scarred face and a long knife in his waist. The man, riding on the rocking car, happily sang "Daddy's dad is grandpa, what's the name of daddy's mother?".

What are you doing? Here's the gangster negotiation, can you be more serious? ?

"Your people seem to be used to being wild outside, and they don't know the rules very well."

Capone suffered a loss in the hands of Gambino just now, and of course he will not let it go now that he can live his mouthful, so he taunted him immediately.

"Fart! Lao Tzu's people are all experienced backbones. They will never do extra things without my order. I have never even seen anyone play the piano. It must be that your pampered men have fattened their paws." The guy who is full has nothing to do!"

Of course Gambino was not convinced, so he immediately retorted. To be honest, what he said was very reasonable. With his iron head, the people who could follow him wholeheartedly are probably all reckless and foolish people. They only fight and drink. Smoking tobacco and playing with women, no one can play the piano at all.

"Heh, this is my stronghold. My people have been here for six years. Don't they know the rules of the family much better than you?"

"Then go out with me and find out who it belongs to, and whoever it is will bark like a dog three times!"

Capone hesitated for a moment, but no matter how he thought, it could only be the other party, so he agreed to Gambino's request.

"Just bet, bet. If you lose, don't dawdle. Hurry up and fulfill your promise so as not to delay our important matters."

"Keep this to yourself!"

So the two opened the door aggressively, and walked towards the hall, which was different from Gambino's rampage. After all, this was Capone's own territory, and he felt something was wrong as soon as he went out.

Where are my two subordinates guarding the door of the negotiating room? And why didn't I see a single Luper along the way?

Suspicious and apprehensive, he quietly slowed down and followed behind the tall and burly Gambino.

Chapter 56 Art, From Your Inner Fear

But gradually, the closer they got to the hall where the music was coming from, the more hesitant their footsteps became, and even Gambino noticed something unusual.

He didn't pay attention to any details, but as a veteran thug of the Lupu tribe, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"Ahead...something happened, you immediately call someone to help, I'll go and see what's going on."

Gambino's combat quality is indeed not to be picky. He judged the action that should be taken at the first time, and even temporarily abandoned the conflict just now, because this is no longer a matter of face, but a matter of both glory and loss in front of the Mouse King. A lost united front.

Capone's combat skills are more inclined to sniping. From the fact that he carries a crossbow with him, one of the reasons why the Sicilians have been able to hang out in Longmen for six years is probably related to the fact that Longmen's live ammunition ban cannot restrain him. relation.

Gangs without such skills dare not use live ammunition to fight in some inappropriate situations, or they will be copied by the eyeliner of the Guards Bureau, while Capone's people switch between live ammunition and crossbows at any time. Regardless of the scruples, one up and one down will of course have an advantage.

Gambino, who is physically stronger, is a close guard or a special agent. When the situation ahead is unknown, he should be at the front, and then take the opportunity to let Capone, who is more familiar with Longmen, contact the personnel.

The music in front was still playing, Gambino held tightly the Originium pistol stuck in the gun pouch between his ribs, and slowly opened the door leading to the hall. Sure enough, there was a strong smell of blood rushing towards his face, and Gambino's pupils rolled. Shrinking, immediately found the source of the smell.

A large amount of splattered blood continued to stretch forward from his feet, and finally splashed on the piano placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, like an elegant red carpet made of huge blood lotuses, guiding The direction of travel of the person entering through the door.

Compared with Gambino, a strange man with a large white cloak on his shoulders is very thin, and he is playing ecstasy in this **** banquet. His back is facing all the entrances and exits of the hall, but he doesn't seem to be worried at all. You will be attacked.

Gambino frowned, and a few drops of sweat could not help shedding from his forehead. He had seen many powerful enemies, and even personally fought a duel with the "lone wolf" who assassinated his leader. , but if he meets the "lone wolf" again, Gambino will not lack the courage to challenge her a second time.

But the current scene is really beyond the comprehension of a gangster. Gambino doesn't know who this guy is, but at the moment there are only a few simple words left in his mind.

madman! abnormal!

It is good for gangsters to kill countless people, but in most cases, a group of people jumped out of the car, armed with bursting firearms and fired at unsuspecting targets, and then returned to the car and drove away. The situation is also very rare.

To be a little more cruel, it is the case of sending human body stumps by mail. Ordinary family members really can’t do the job of dismembering corpses. Chop off hands and feet, cut off ears, or shave off parts of skin with tattoos.

But who has never seen such a "leisure and elegant" guy who can use human blood as paint?

Looking at the exaggerated way of blood splattering, Gambino couldn't imagine what kind of attack they encountered to die so horribly. Those flowers were connected to each other, emitting a strong stench all the time. If it weren't for Gan Noir's nose has smelled this smell many times, and he would rather believe that it is an oil painting in a church.

Just as Gambino was hesitating, the eccentric who he regarded as a lunatic finally finished playing the last syllable. I saw that his hands did not leave the keys immediately, but kept playing posture, like someone who just took a sip. Like a smoker, he raised his head and closed his eyes, intoxicated by the moment.

"The instruments stained with blood are used to play tunes praising the vitality of life. This is the theme of our stage today. What do you think of it, Mr. Gambino?"

"...Are you the killer sent by the Mouse King?"

Being killed into the lair alone, and even calling his name in person, Gambino had no choice but to take a step forward at this moment, even if he had doubts, and took out his pistol to question the lunatic in front of him.

"What a superficial question. It seems that Mr. Gambino still lacks artistic imagination. Maybe another Mr. Capone, who plays with you, will have a different opinion?"

Boom.

As soon as the words fell, Capone suddenly rolled in from behind the door, and the crossbow in his hand was fired immediately, and the crossbow strengthened by the origin stone skill came quickly, and its power was even worn by a police officer from the Guards Bureau. Riot helmets can also penetrate.

But the opposite is not a police officer, but the Rhode Island doctor who wants to be a lunatic today, Jogo.

boom!

Jogo's action of drawing the pistol was as exaggerated as waving a two-handed sword, but it was extremely fast, and it took only a blink of an eye to pull the trigger, and then only a loud bang was heard.

Noisy crossbow bolts exploded in the air, and murmuring bullets slashed across Capone's head, taking away a cluster of scalps and blasting a big hole in the wall of the house behind him, as if Linguang had rammed him with a shield.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Capone covered the wound that exposed his skull and exhaled in pain, while Gambino was startled by the power of that strange gun and his whole body tensed up. How could this be a pistol? Obviously a howitzer.

MD, is this gantry law a TNND display? It was even more outrageous than Syracuse, where gangsters were all over the place. At least Gambino had never seen any idiots fighting with siege guns and howitzers.

Well, this is actually just a critical strike. Although it will penetrate the wall without a critical strike, at least it will not explode.

"Go straight to the point, yes, very pure, but with all due respect, your preparations are too bad, like the gaudy scenery in this hall, and your old-fashioned and facial makeup, so ugly, I can't bear it! "

Jogo held a gun in one hand and akimbo, with his right foot on tiptoe and his heel resting on his left leg. Such a coquettish and tension-free posture really looked like a troupe master scolding his incompetent actors.

"But you are very lucky to have met such a persistent artist like me. I have carefully prepared for this performance, and your mediocrity will be completely sublimated by my incomparable talent!"

Seeing that the lunatic was still singing loudly intoxicated, Capone and Gambino looked at each other, and at this moment their thoughts were surprisingly the same.

Regardless of the power of the guns, the strength of the opponent can be seen just from the shooting technique that smashes the crossbow arrows. What's more, he seems to be a psychopath. , Winning or losing is a loss anyway.

"Walk!"

The two Sicilian leaders rushed towards the gate without hesitation. Anyway, the mansion called by Capone would soon surround the mansion. At least they thought it was not timidity, but it was just that there was no need to fight an inexplicable lunatic.

Jogo didn't chase them immediately, but stood quietly by himself, looking at the lotus-shaped "red paint" on the ground in a daze. Those things were not in his plan, but were assassinating here. A passive that inadvertently plays out when guarding.

Burial Blossom - When Jhin kills a target, its body transforms into a lotus trap that explodes.

Now it seems that this effect has unexpectedly raised the degree of deterrence to a large level, and almost scared him himself. This is more real and terrifying than smashing a violent herd like a stone clapper.

"Hey, I don't know if Kelsey is also a part-time psychiatrist?"

But now that we have reached this point, the play still has to go on.

Chapter 57 Every bullet is a song to me

"Boss! What happened!?"

The Sicilians responded very quickly. When Capone and Gambino ran out of the gate of their stronghold, the first batch of Capone's men had already arrived.

In fact, they were already on standby in the surrounding area, but in order not to cause the Mouse King to react in advance, they pretended nothing happened. Capone's people were closer, and Gambino's people were farther away.

Because Capone informed them that the stronghold was attacked, the men who rushed here almost fully equipped their firepower. Of course, there will be no shortage of crossbow teams, but the stronger things should be equipped with large-capacity drums. The continuous-firing gun is almost exactly the same as the Thompson submachine gun on the earth.

This is throwing the whole family's property on the pursuit of wealth and wealth, and using firepower to kill the rat king.

Not to mention, although the Shu King's sandstorm skill like a guarding crane with a tail is extremely powerful, it is not a tailed beast with a large amount of mana after all. Manipulating a huge amount of sand to block the barrage will quickly consume his mental and physical strength. He can kill most of the Sicilians present, otherwise there will always be a moment of fatigue and negligence.

However, in the original timeline of the Noisy Law plot, Capone’s plan was to compromise with the Shu King, and he did not put all his eggs in one basket as he is now, and the Shu King was only acting to cooperate with a group of old ghosts from the Dragon Gate, and he also did not give it his all. for.

So whether the Sicilian's plan will succeed, even Jogo doesn't know.

"Don't talk nonsense, kill the guy inside first, don't hold back!"

The injury on Capone's exposed skull startled the confidant cadres who led the team. It's not that there are no guards in the stronghold, but it can still hurt the boss like this. He can probably guess that there may be no family members inside. alive.

"Understood! You all go in with me, and when you see someone..."

Capone's confidant cadres hadn't finished speaking, and suddenly they stared into the stronghold, and saw a tall and thin figure casually walking out from the other side of the gate, completely pretending that gangsters and thugs did not exist here, As if he is the master here.

"There are quite a few guns, but they are all commonplace."

Facing at least dozens of crossbowmen and five or six "Thompson" firearms, Jogo even looked down on them with his head held high and arrogantly, and then began to talk loudly, which almost made Capone's nose crooked.

NMD! When we are holding a water gun! ?

Lao Tzu will open hundreds of holes that will nourish water for you right now!

"That's the guy! Shoot him!"

No need for Capone to say any more, the Sicilian has already pulled the trigger on his fingertips, and the bullets propelled by the Originium skill form tongues of flame. Everything on the battlefield of Berg is dire.