Reckless Through The New World

"This dagger... it is indeed not possible for a rat man to have it." The one-legged president of the Adventurer's Association looked at the strange-looking dagger on the table with a solemn expression, and said slowly, "You have done it right, as a mission. When the introduction doesn't match the number, retreating is the wisest choice!"

"Can I ask the client of the mission to ask?" Panda said, "The difference is too big. It's almost like the mission says 'catch wild horses', but when I got to the place, I saw that it was a wild hippo... ...it's not the same thing at all!"

The president nodded and asked the staff to contact the smuggling gang who entrusted the task with magic props.

After a while, the little girl in charge of managing the communication props ran out in a panic and shouted, "President! I can't reach the other party, so I called the communication circle, but no one responded!"

Everyone's faces became a little ugly. Generally speaking, each gang has a special person to guard the communication circle, and the 24-hour shift is constantly on duty - unless they do not have a communication circle. It's not too many situations that can make a gang's communication circle be called for so long without anyone answering.

Generally, there is only one.

The president immediately contacted the sheriff. About half an hour later, the backbone of the Adventurer's Association and the elite of the sheriff surrounded the headquarters of the smuggling gang. After listening to the president's introduction to the use of the dagger, the sheriff was very blue-faced. Strictly ordered, not to let even one person go.

But this order is destined to be meaningless, because there is not even a single person who can "walk" in the entire villa.

From the gang leader down, one counts as one, and all the gang members have fallen in a pool of blood.

"There are forty-seven people in the Seahorse Gang, and forty-five died here." Sheriff Ron said with a gloomy expression, "and two died in a room in the dock area, and my young men arrived. The wound was still bleeding..."

The boss of the Adventurer's Association sucked in a breath, and said nothing.

"Why do you think they died?" the sheriff asked the crowd.

"My lord, judging from the corpses, they were all assassinated, not even one of them died in frontal combat." Lu Lu whispered, "The people who killed them are very powerful!"

"Of course I know it's very powerful, but no matter how good it is, it's not a reason to kill people casually in Pollock City!" the sheriff said angrily, "Wait for me to report to the Earl, the number of patrols in the city will be greatly increased. Row!"

This is a stupid way, but also an impossible way.

An assassin who can silently kill an entire smuggling gang is definitely not something that a mere police officer can handle. The only hope is that after increasing the number of people, it will make the other party feel trouble and leave... This is like the hunters against the beasts. Countless.

The sheriff quickly left with the elite, and only the ordinary soldiers stayed behind. Although they had been scrutinized before, they scrutinized the Haima Gang's headquarters again, presumably looking for something of value.

Panda is not sure if they have found it or not, at the moment he is studying the body of the seahorse gang leader.

The owner of the Seahorse Gang is a retired captain, nicknamed "Old Seahorse". He was nearly fifty years old and had been a sailor since he was fourteen or fifteen, then a first mate, a captain -- and a cameo pirate at times, probably when he was forty, when he was injured in a battle. Injured, one leg could not stand for a long time, so he washed his hands and left the sea. Relying on the accumulated contacts, he became a smuggling agent. Gradually, the business became bigger and bigger, and there were more and more people under his hands, and finally became Pollock. A well-known smuggling gang in the city.

But he has always abide by his duty, never doing business on board, only doing "land business" from unloading to shipping, or from purchasing to loading. In his own words, he had offended the **** of the sea, and dealing with the sea would be risky.

This is obviously a superstition. The traversers have determined that the gods in this world have no personality at all. It is not so much a great existence as it is something similar to the rules of nature-the people who do this are a few small experts. How to be sure, Panda is not sure.

However, most of the people in this world are superstitious, more than one is not much, and one less is not much.

For example, Lu Lu was muttering, saying that the location of the Haima Gang's house must have been poorly chosen, and which way the gods were offended to have such a tragic ending.

"In the past few decades, there have been vendettas in Pollock City, but the whole gang was wiped out like this, but it never happened..." He said with some fear, "I'd better move. Going to Molai? No, prices are too expensive over there... Where should I go?"

"If you want to move, you can consider going a little farther, such as Trela." Panda said, "After all, the Federation is at war, although it can't be seen for the time being, prices will become more and more expensive. In comparison, , the price of Trella is much cheaper. By the way, I heard that the new lord of Tara Khan in the north of Trella is recruiting talents, you can consider becoming an instructor or something."

"Instructor? I can't even write my own name, how can I teach others?"

"You can tell the patrolmen in the city about the experience of the rivers and lakes. Even if this job is not long, at least it can be done for five or six years." Panda said, "Is this not enough?"

Lu Lu's eyes lit up, but then darkened again: "No, it's going to cost too much money along the way..."

Panda didn't say anything. Although he knew that Anthony had contacted a few passers-by and planned to create an "underground transportation" specially designed to abduct people from the Federation to Tara Khan, this kind of thing was obviously not suitable to say at this time.

He turned his attention back to the old hippocampus. The head of the hippocampus gang wore silk clothes and was indeed very rich. The fatal wounds are similar to others. They are all stabbed from the back and stabbed directly through the heart. His body was lying on a chair, and the back of the chair was quite thick, but even the thick back was pierced by the knife.

It was the knife that shocked Sheriff Ron.

The killer came quietly behind the old seahorse, undetected by anyone, and stabbed through a thick layer of leather. A layer of wood about the thickness of two fingers, and a backrest made of many sponges in the middle, stabbed the old seahorse to death.

There were no footprints or handprints left at the scene, and it was impossible to determine how many murderers there were, but even if there was only one person, this knife alone was enough for Ron to avoid it.

The panda stared at the wound with a solemn expression.

He was much stronger than Ron and could see much more than Ron.

The knife pierced through the vest, pierced the heart, but did not pierce the chest. If it wasn't by chance, the killer's grasp of power was extremely precise, and there was almost no waste.

The same thing, Panda can't do it by asking itself.

Even considering the factor of "specialization in the art industry", this also means that the killer is probably a character of the same rank as him, or even... maybe stronger than him.

The stealth technique I saw on the periphery of the Rat Man gang before contact was extremely powerful, and it also had a purple quality to assassinate the thief with a dagger... Panda began to worry, behind these things, will there be a shadow of Thrace?