this is my ark journey

Ren frowned. He didn't know much about Yan Country, because this country hadn't interfered with outside affairs for hundreds of years, and even Herag was not familiar with it.

Fortunately, as a top killer, Laplande naturally has messy sources of information, and he generously taught him a lot of lessons along the way.

The government is harmonious, the economy is developed, the infected are not discriminated against, and all ethnic groups are accepted. It seems to be a peace-loving country, but if you think it is weak, it is wrong.

A hundred years ago, Ursus sent an army group over to cause trouble, but none of them returned, and they never dared to provoke them again.

"Is it none of my business even if all the nations of Terra come out with dog brains?"

Ren laughed at himself. This is not arrogance, but a kind of self-confidence based on strength. In terms of national strength and combat power, it may be even higher than Ursas.

"It is not easy to enter the Yan Kingdom, so Longmen is used as an outpost to contact the outside world. Backed by such a big country, the economy must be extremely prosperous."

When Laplande heard this, he couldn't help squinting: "You still want to enter the Yan Kingdom? Forget it, you will be found dead. Don't look at this country's love of expansion. It's full of martial arts. There is a man in our industry According to the rules, Yan Kingdom’s missions will not be accepted.”

"Coincidentally, so is the bounty hunter." Ren laughed. The mercenary restricted area was just a joke. He was so full that he ran to Yan Kingdom to make trouble.

"It's good if you know, hurry up and wake up Ceobe, the person who will pick us up will be here soon." The girl waved her hand, and called out to Ren when he turned around.

"By the way, are you sure you want to enter Longmen wearing a mask?"

The bird's beak mask is exquisite and gorgeous, and its features are so obvious that it is likely that the Guards Bureau will invite you to drink tea as soon as you walk on the street.

"Sorry, I almost forgot about it." Ren wiped his face, and the mask disappeared like a magic trick.

Laplande didn't think much about it, he thought it was just a quick hand, but he was disappointed when he looked intently.

The face under the mask was too ordinary, neither sinister nor ferocious, full of scars, nor handsome, just an ordinary person with black eyes and black hair.

"Looks like you're disappointed?"

"One thing, this is too common."

"Don't we have to be ordinary in our business? Like the scar on your eye socket, you can catch you by just drawing a wanted warrant."

"You don't know something now." Silver Wolf grinned, and then showed a maniac smile: "Kill everyone who sees my face, wouldn't it be perfect?"

......

Well, it makes sense.

Ren shook his head speechlessly, and walked around to the other end of the car, and saw Ceobe, who was still cheering just now, lying on a chair and sleeping soundly, with the corners of his mouth still drooling.

He raised his hand and slapped Shagou on the head hard. Seeing that the latter opened his eyes immediately, he quickly shouted in a low voice:

"it's me!"

Ren was afraid that this silly dog ​​would see the stranger do it directly, and the scene would be ruined.

"I know." Ceobe blinked, with the confusion of just waking up in his eyes.

"You can see this?" Ren was stunned this time. This is the ability of Yulia's mask, which is equivalent to covering his face with a layer of soul illusion, making others think he looks like this.

"I use my nose to smell, and..." Ceobe hadn't finished speaking, and his head was rubbed back and forth by one hand.

"The dog's nose is really good." Ren laughed, which involved another thing he hadn't figured out.

Ceobe has become stronger, just like the girl who smelled the wilderness before and threw the shocking javelin, but it is obvious that this stupid dog has eaten and slept, and it has no reason to become stronger.

At this time, the sound of an engine broke his contemplation. Ren turned his head and saw a truck approaching from the wilderness, and seeing Laplande go up to meet him, he knew it was the person who connected.

The truck stopped ten meters away, and a thin man jumped out of it. Judging from his ears, he should be Zarak.

He was wearing sunglasses and a gold necklace, and his steps were unrecognizable, and he had a very mixed taste on the road.

"Miss, you are a full day late, and the charge will be increased by ten percent."

"No problem, but two of my friends also entered the city this time." Laplande smiled gracefully.

The man squinted and saw Ren with two knives on his waist, and Ceobe in a daze, and said coldly: "The contract didn't say that there were three people. Our gang has never..."

"But now." Silver Wolf still maintained a smile, a chilling smile.

"You Sicilians don't behave according to the rules." The man gritted his teeth, looked around at the desolate Gobi, and turned around cursing.

"Okay, but you need to pay more."

The knife is the real rule. A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses. Anyway, it doesn't matter if you get two more luck.

There are many water tanks bigger than people on the back of the truck, and people can be smuggled into the Longmen by hiding people in them.

Ren glanced at him, nodded to Laplande next to him and said, "I'll pay for it."

"Oh, it doesn't matter." The girl was also free and easy, and got into a jar first.

After reminding Ceobe not to make a sound, Ren also chose one to sneak in, thinking that Laplande is still quite useful, the killer shuttles between towns to perform tasks, and is familiar with smuggling and sneaking in.

He had prepared legal documents, but foreigners would be monitored. If a superintendent with a sense of justice found out, he would be in trouble, and he would have to sell himself immediately.

As for the charm, it is also very troublesome, because this spell cannot fool the surveillance cameras, and it will inevitably leave traces. It is best to leave professional matters to professional people.

As the truck started, Ren, who was kneeling in the jar, felt a slight jolt, and heard the rumbling sound of the elevator in his ears, followed by Yan Guo dialect with a strong local accent. It seemed that he had encountered a checkpoint.

The thin man seemed to be chatting with the soldiers. He also heard the sound of the water tank being opened, and gripped the hilt of his sword slightly, but until the end, the guards did not check the tank where the three of them were hiding. Obviously, they had been prepared for a long time.

Sure enough, professional enough.

Ren was completely relieved, and when the truck drove for a while and fell asleep, the lid on his head was knocked.

"Arrived."

He pushed open the lid, and saw that the surroundings were dim, filled with all kinds of dark wooden boxes and jars.

There is a pool next to it, and there are many people standing by the pool, all wearing black trench coats and wide-brimmed hats, not like people from Yan Kingdom. When they saw Ren coming out, they stomped out their cigarette butts one after another, and silently pulled out the cigarette butts. Knife and hand crossbow.

Sicilian?

This kind of dress is so recognizable, even in Chernobog he has seen Sicilians fighting with local gangs, from collecting protection money to trafficking in people and drugs, he can be called the underground king of every mobile city.

"Your trip is a black car." Ren looked at Laplande speechlessly, no need to guess, this matter must have something to do with her.

"As often happens, someone will bid higher." The girl shrugged and jumped out of the car vigorously, "But it's okay, at least they won't call the police."

That's right, as long as it doesn't involve Longmen officials, it's easy to say anything.

Ren climbed out of the jar, knocked on the drowsy Ceobe's head, put his hand on the handle of the knife, and saw the men in windbreakers under the car go around to both sides, and a capable man wearing a red peaked cap walked out .

He seemed to know Laplande. The two were talking in Sicilian, and Ren could only understand the general meaning.

It probably said that they received a tip that the famous Silver Wolf came to Longmen and asked her which cadre in the family she wanted to assassinate. Laplande politely said that his visit to Longmen had nothing to do with the mission and was just to visit relatives and friends. .

'This guy seems to be missed by many people just like me. 'Ren's murderous intent disappeared. At first, he thought it was being used by the girl, but now it seems that it was a complete accident.

"Hahaha, are you questioning me?"

Suddenly there was a maniacal laughter from below, Ren knew that someone was going to be sick, so he patted Ceobe on the shoulder lightly.

"Control your strength later, and the sniper on the beam will be handed over to you, but don't pierce the roof."

Ceobe, who was still drowsy at first, immediately regained his energy when he heard this, and nodded heavily.

Leaving these words behind, he looked towards the pool, the capable man was startled by the manic laughter, and then roared viciously:

"So what..."

Clang——

Before the words fell, Laplande had already drawn his sword, and the elegance and politeness disappeared in an instant, only a sudden burst of killing intent.

The dozens of Sicilians had been prepared for a long time, and raised their hand crossbows one after another, aiming half at Laplande and half at Ren in the car. Since they were walking in the dark, they would never let go of any threats.

It's a pity that Ren's sword was faster than theirs. Almost at the same time as the two long spears shot at the beams of the house, he had already rushed forward, the two swords closed on his chest, and the continuous light of the sword chopped off several crossbow arrows.

Laplande's Originium skills also erupted at this moment, and the flickering purple light illuminated the dim warehouse. The Sicilians who had surrounded the girl suddenly realized that a figure rushed directly in front of them.

Swah——

Onikiri chopped off a pair of arms, before the screams came out, Ubudan had pierced his mouth, Ren turned his head, feeling the airflow from the crossbow arrows passing by his cheeks, the blades turned outwards, and the spinning body set off a storm of chaotic blades.

Click, poof!

The sound of bones breaking was mixed with blood continuously, and Renn, who passed through the crowd, left behind a field of mutilated corpses.

Wow.

Laplande, who had just killed a Sicilian with a sword, blew a whistle. Every time he saw Renn make a move, it was a kind of enjoyment.

Quick, decisive, powerful!

Steel knives swept through the crowd like a shredder, and these street fighters had no match for them.

In a few seconds, more than a dozen people were killed, and the gangsters beside the car were all empty. Ren stopped and shook his sword until there was no one in front of him.

Swah——

A line of blood was smeared on the ground, and two pierced heavy crossbow snipers fell from the roof into the pool. A few drops of bright red water splashed on Ren's face and slowly slid down.

It's too easy, these people have neither strong strength nor powerful equipment, killing them is like chopping melons and vegetables.

That's right, in the past, it was either Sarkaz mercenaries or Ursus regular troops who fought. Why should those who sell contraband and collect protection fees be compared with them.

'There are very few infected people, and the quality of the soul is also very good. '

Ren looked at the dumbfounded man in the peaked cap, and said in a low voice, "Lapland, let me come here."

"Okay, I just want to appreciate your sword skills." The girl really lowered her sword, and stood beside her with a smile to admire it quietly.

The man in the peaked cap swallowed when he saw Ren approaching, "Your Excellency, maybe there is some misunderstanding between us..."

"Shut up." Ren interrupted these evil Sicilian gangsters, raising his swords.

"I'm in a hurry."

Chapter 270 The Sixth Assistant Laplande!

Tick, tick...

The pool overflowed, and the red water flowed down the ground, covering pale and horrified faces, and submerging the broken arms.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. All 43 Sicilians were killed. Ren lowered his head and looked at the protruding eyes of the man in the cap under his feet, as if he had experienced great fear before he died.

The Sicilian cadre died, parrying a few rounds with his dagger fighting skills before being swung away by a sword that pierced his chest.

The flame of the soul was extinguished and turned into firewood to burn in Ren's body. He gently twisted the sword and pulled out the long knife.

Too weak, so weak that it is difficult for him to adapt.

I thought about the opponents I had fought in the past, those Sarkaz centurions, elite vanguards, and heavy equipment smashers, which ones were not survived after a hundred battles, and which ones were not well-equipped.

It is true that this capable thug has fairly good strength, but compared with those thick armored shields, the handsome white shirt can be pierced through without any effort.

popping.

Crisp applause sounded, Laplande stepped forward, the frenzy on his face was visible to the naked eye.

"It's such a wonderful blood feast! Ah, you can cut the enemy into pieces like a storm, or cut your throat lightly, Lord Furnace, you really turned killing into an art!"

You are not crazy, you are completely sick.

Listening to the ups and downs of the voice, Renn twitched the corner of his mouth, put his knife into its sheath, and stood in a pile of corpses and looked suddenly.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Sorry, I haven't had time to explain it to you." Laplande said slowly and softly:

"I killed too many Sicilians in Syracuse and Colombia, and the Longmen's family found out the information, um, it should have been tipped off by the previous town."

"Aren't you a Sicilian?"

"No, I am the terminator of all Sicilian families." The girl corrected seriously.

Ren didn't understand what this meant, and he was not interested in the matter of Syracuse, so he pointed to the truck and said:

"But one got away."

He was referring to the Zarak driver.

"Oh, are you afraid that he will call the police? Don't worry, people in the underground world follow the rules of the underground world. Perhaps the families here will come to retaliate, but it's enough for us to kill them all, and we can also contribute to the security of Longmen. So, let me see your blood feast again?"

Looking at Laplande who was eager to try, Ren was a little depressed.

What the hell, can a normal person come here?

"I'm not here to act chivalrously, Ceobe, let's go quickly." Ren turned around and left, walked about [-] meters, and then turned his head helplessly.

The girl who looked like a silver wolf was holding her hands on her head, and followed a few meters behind her.