On the surface, Qiao Dun always spared no effort to show off her wise and alert attitude, but in fact she was just a smart person. He thought that those with strong abilities would win or lose at least, but he did not know that at the same level, the use of abilities would also lead to a great gap in strength, just like combat experience. What's more, the gambling snake had already learned Qiao Dun's ability through Gilson II's Book of Heart. For such a sophisticated assassin, knowing oneself and the enemy would be a great victory.

When the distance between the two was less than two meters, the gambling snake suddenly turned behind Qiao Dun, and the hugging sword suddenly stabbed. Qiao Dun was not unable to keep up with the speed. He turned around and grabbed the gambling snake's wrist. At that moment, Qiao Dun even felt that he had won.

His ability is mental infection, and it can take effect immediately as long as he touches the target for more than two seconds. Sure enough, the gambling snake immediately showed something strange. He shouted violently, broke away from the clamp on his wrist with brute force, and then retreated for more than ten meters, trembling all over. The expression on his face was no longer calm, but was flushed with blue veins exposed. After more than ten seconds, he seemed to be unable to suppress it. He suddenly burst into laughter, his expression was distorted, and he waved the sleeve sword in his hand randomly, like a drunk crazy man.

Qiao Dun's sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was very satisfied with the reaction. The person who was influenced by his ability seemed to be an overdose, but they would not foam or die from poisoning.

This is like taking a total of fifty methamphetamine pills on the mental level. Most people can get excited for at least five hours after using a little bit of this thing. Just imagine that the effect of dozens of times explodes in an instant, and the performance of gambling snakes is reasonable.

Qiao Dun smiled proudly and said to Gilson II: "Sir, he is basically unconscious now. Every inch of his muscles is moving at high intensity, and blood rushes through his blood vessels. I will take you to the safe house to hide and let him make a fuss here alone. Ordinary people will be exhausted and faint at most an hour. For example, like him, it is probably not a few more minutes. At that time, you can capture him alive, and then..." The following words are self-evident, which is naturally a torture like purgatory.

A sick smile appeared on Gilson II's face, as if he had come to heaven from hell in an instant: "Hahaha... you have today too!" He roared at the gambling snake who was waving his sleeves alone in the spot.

Qiao Dun said, "Sir, let's leave here first. He is still dangerous now." He said this correctly. Although mental infection destroys the other party's reason, his instinct is still there and may be stimulated to become more sensitive. Qiao Dun has already secretly feared the snake gambling in his heart. The snake gambling in his current situation is something Qiao Dun never wants to get close to.

He bent down and reached out to help Gilson II up, but at this moment, a sleeve sword pierced from the back of his neck and poked out from his throat. The tip of the sword almost touched Gilson II's eyes ahead. Qiao Dun's blood dripped along the blood groove on the sword on the count's cheek, making him realize that he had not escaped from hell, but fell to the bottom.

The gambling snake said in the ear of the opponent who had not yet died: "If you don't understand, I can explain that I had taken a large dose of sedatives before coming up. The sword that just stabbed you was slowed down, deliberately giving you the opportunity to contact me.

Therefore, you are not sure about my fastest speed, and believe in the scene of my crazy life. In the end, you acted foolishly with your back to an assassin holding a weapon and relaxing your guard."

He pulled out his sleeve sword, blood splattered Gilson II's body, and Qiao Dun's throat clattered, but he couldn't speak. The gambling snake repaired his sword in the back of his heart, and it was not until the other party died that he threw the corpse aside.

Gilson II was ashamed for death. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, facing a hungry wolf without any resistance. No, he was a devil.

"My teacher once taught me that if you have anything to say to your prey, you can wait until you cut the other person's throat before starting to speak. I have always done this." As the gambling snake said, he turned around and walked towards the bundle of hemp rope that had been thrown on the ground.

"But I want to make an exception for you, Mr. Earl." The gambling snake picked up the rope: "Because seven years ago, you had already made me an exception, and the people I want to kill will always die. But you survived by chance." He approached step by step: "Fortunately, now I still have a chance to remedy it, and end this thing that should have been over."

"You..." Gilson II was interrupted by the gambling snake just saying one word.

"I know what you are going to say. I have seen your expression once. If I were the kind of person who could be bought with money, I would have been bribed by you seven years ago." The gambling snake squatted down, his eyes equal to Gilson II: "You and I are not money, and we have to rely on our lives to solve it."

"Why... you shouldn't be Qian Ming's assassin for a long time... You let me go! I admit that I made a mistake in chasing you. You should understand that I swear in the future..." Gilson II was interrupted again.

"Of course I understand you." The gambling snake took out a book from it, which was a book with black cover without any words on the cover. "I know you far more than you imagined." He said, and lit the book with a lighter and threw it aside. "If there is anyone in this world who can find a qualities worthy of pity or value worthy of redemption from you, that person must be me."

The eyes and tone of gambling snakes became colder and colder: "There is a story that one day seven years ago, nearly a thousand people surrounded the Earl Gilson's house to protest. They were just ordinary people. Because they could not bear the order for division of the business, but could not change the policy, they could only gather together, hold signs, shout slogans, and curse the Earl's family that would not die well." gambling snakes said: "So, many of them were arrested. They were not arrested by the police, but by you, a private armed force of a nobleman.

About one hundred people were arrested that day, and later they evaporated from the world without exception, causing Shuangying County to be shrouded in a terrifying shadow, and most of the voices that dared to resist disappeared instantly.

Qian Ming naturally knew where those people were going. They were naturally dead in the end. They were secretly executed by you to vent their anger. And the one who was given the title was a crime of treason. It was ridiculous...

The Governor at that time, as your gangster, ignored the dead at all. He acquiesced and even helped cover up this unbridled massacre.

It was this incident that directly led to our action in December.”

Gilson II recalled the incident at that time, looked several times, and then said, "Do you want to avenge those people? What does they have to do with you? Just a bunch of untouchables! Do I have to die for this reason?!" He shouted hysterically, in his opinion, his life is indeed much more expensive than that of the common people. In fact, the values ​​of many common people are actually consistent with him. This is an era where there is no justice and justice. Measure a person's value is no longer based on moral character, but on money and status.

The Snake Gambling did not answer this question, but continued: "My mentor, the great master of Qianming, Giovanni Peterlach, although he is not a high-level abilities, he is an elder respected by every brother of our brothers. He teaches us the spirit and technology of the assassin, and teaches us to bear killing and darkness for justice and light, and to carve Qianming's imprint in our souls.

It was such a person. That year, when the leader of the organization determined that the task was impossible to complete, the teacher resolutely decided to go to rescue the one hundred people alone." The gambling snake paused and adjusted his breathing: "He is over 60 years old, and his skills and will will eventually be defeated in the face of time. His physical aging and the accumulation of years of pain defeated him. The rescue failed and he was arrested."

Something flashed in Gilson II's eyes, and he seemed to remember, recalling memories that were very unfavorable to him.

"You torture him and torture him, but you can't ask a word, so in the end he can't escape death. But maybe it was your whim, you chose to hang him, and then hung his body in your own yard for public display."

Gilson II no longer dared to look directly into the eyes of the gambling snake, and the other party's explanation continued: "You should not do this, you stifle the civilians who oppose you and despise their lives, which is unforgivable, but you hang an assassin, an insult to him, and you trample on the glory of the teacher.

You know, nooses are prepared for sinners.”

The moment this sentence was said, a hemp rope was wrapped around the count's neck.

Gilson II finally understood what led to the bloody night many years ago, and what was it that made the killing machine like gambling snakes that had all kinds of means to take human life, and chose to hang himself outside the bell tower with a rope.

Killing and setting fires, repairing bridges and roads without corpses, maybe this is true in most cases, but sometimes, there will be retribution in this world.

The square in front of the hotel is full of police cars. Looking down from the roof, you can see evacuated guests, hotel staff, passers-by, and a large number of police officers.

At this time, a beam of light suddenly lit up on the roof of the hotel, and a red signal flare lit up the sky like a firework.

Everyone looked up, but saw a man full of blood in front of him being thrown out from the roof. His neck was tied with a thick hemp rope, hanging on the exterior wall of the tall building like he was being hanged.

The corpse swayed in the sky with the wind, his face was ferocious and frightened, and he died with his eyes open. That face was telling a terrifying and long story, a seven-year-long story about revenge...
Chapter completed!