Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1364: Failure

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All day today, Baal didn't ask about such a big incident in Mokdan. Of course, Gurant would not be so naive to think that the Grand Overseer didn't know about this. On the contrary, Baal's failure to intervene made Gurant feel unsure. Especially after the failure of the operation, Baal still had no voice at all, and Gurant was so terrified that he had to bite the bullet and plead for the crime. But he had been kneeling on the ground for almost half an hour, Baal still said nothing, and the atmosphere in the office was so suffocating.

When Gurant’s psychological defenses were about to collapse, the sound of Baal’s scratching the table with his nails finally stopped, and then Gurant heard the voice of the Grand Overseer: "Get up, you still want to When will you kneel?"

Gulant almost suspected that he had heard it wrong, and Baal didn't even blame his plan. He tried to raise his head and saw a smile on the Grand Overseer’s face, and Gurant stood up with confidence, but still said: "My lord, this time I acted on my own terms and messed up. I'm willing to accept it. Punishment."

"No need." Baal patted the round **** of the female adjutant, and Ijeluka stood up, showing her proud twin peaks perfectly in Gulant's eyes. Gurant swallowed, thinking that this woman is indeed the best, but unfortunately it is a Baal woman, so he can only watch. Then I felt a little strange, when Gurant shivered suddenly. I don't know when, Baal is no longer in the chair on his side.

A hand was heavily placed on Gulant's shoulder, and there was a burst of heat blowing from behind his neck, like a hungry wolf exhaling at him. Then he heard Baal say in his ear: "For a dead person, what punishment is there to talk about."

Then Gurant heard the sound of his neck fractured, and Baal strangled his neck with just the bend of his arm. When Baal let go, Gurant fell to the ground with soft cotton, his head hung to one end unnaturally. His eyes widened, as if he didn't believe that he had died like this.

Baal kicked the corpse and spit, "Trash, you turned our imperial general into a joke. How can punishment alone be enough? Even death can't wash away this shame."

Ijeluka stepped enchantingly and came to Babian and said: "My lord, do you want me to kill the dark king?"

Baal put his arms around her snake waist: "No need, this game has just begun, so what fun is it to end so soon. Besides, it is not easy to find them now if someone is covering for them. Compared to Come on, you'd better get this fat man down, so as not to spoil my mood."

Ijeluka stretched out her tongue to lick the side of Baal’s face, and said in a nasal voice: "Yes, my lord."

Baal caught the woman's chest fiercely before letting her go.

After the earth-shattering round-up operation yesterday, Nick stayed at his residence waiting for news. He was waiting for news from Gurant, but he only knew that Gurant was going to plead with the Grand Overseer, but there was nothing to follow. For this reason, Nick dispatched his staff and went out to inquire about the news, but did not inquire at all. For him, no news is the worst news, which means that Gurant may have been ill-fated.

So he packed up his belongings overnight, and as soon as the sky broke, he immediately had someone prepare a car.

He is leaving Mokdan.

This is not to be done, after all, he told Gurant the news. In fact, the person he should report to is Baal, but just like he said. In the eyes of the Grand Overseer, he was an ant. Even if he provided such information, he would never want to win Baal a good look. Only by selling it to Gurant can he earn personal affection. If Gurant succeeded yesterday, then everything is easy to say. Now that he has failed, even Gurant is dead, so he has to run away.

Be aware that not knowing it is a big or a small crime.

It's still early, and there is hardly a pedestrian in the street. Nick was sitting in a six-lane car with some of his belongings. He only hoped that Baal would not come and care about a small person, so that he would still have a chance to leave. As for where to go after leaving, Nick doesn't care anymore. Except for the wasteland, there are places to go in other parts of the empire. Just having to start over in another unfamiliar place is a big challenge for Nick.

To his surprise, Baal didn't seem to want to care about him as a small person. Or Baal didn't even know that it was the news he provided to Gurant. In short, when he saw Mokdan's gate to the north, Nick was not blocked by a single point. However, there were a few six-lane vehicles carrying cargo going across the city at the North City Gate. Nick was delayed here for ten minutes before finally driving out of Mocdan.

After leaving the city, he was relieved as a whole, no matter what, he had already avoided a catastrophe. As for the future, it will probably be a lot harder, but as long as you are alive, you are still expected to make a comeback. When Nick started planning for the future, suddenly there was an exclamation from the cab. Then Nick flew all over, and the carriage continued to spin in his eyes. After he fell heavily, he realized that the 6-lane car had been knocked over by something!

Nick endured the severe pain from his whole body and tried to support the car door and climbed out. Sure enough, the 6-lane car hit the road directly, and the car body rubbed a thrilling scratch on the ground. At this time, the guards in the car continued to come out, and Nick had a bit of confidence. Looking up, the few trucks carrying cargo 6 on the highway were parked on the side of the road. One of the cars was facing their side, and it was the 6-lane car that had apparently knocked over the seat frame.

Nick screamed: "What's the matter with you! Do you know who I am?"

"Of course you know, you are Mr. Nick." A woman jumped out of the car, holding an ordinary long knife in her hand, and stepping towards them: "I still know that you gave Gulan yesterday The super-adult provided an important piece of news. This news forced a few of my friends to almost stay in Mocdan. As a result, you patted your **** and wanted to leave today. That’s not good, Mr. Nick."

Nick's heart was shaken, and he turned his head and shouted at the guard: "What are you waiting for, kill that..."

At the end of the speech, Nick saw an amazing scene. His guards hadn't reacted yet in sight, the woman who was originally a hundred paces away suddenly appeared beside the guards, and then there seemed to be a cold electric blast in the woman's hands. Following his guards, everyone fell. Something warm was spilled on his face. Nick touched it casually, and the strong smell of blood melted so quietly in his nose.

In the final scene, he saw the woman with a smile on her face walking towards him, followed by holding the scabbard upside down and stabbing him in the lower abdomen. Nick bent naturally, and then received a heavy blow in the back of the neck, and he passed out into a coma.

When Allen woke up, it was just dawn. He got out of bed and walked to the window, opened the window, and saw a six-lane car parked downstairs.

A knock on the door sounded, and Alan walked out of the bedroom and saw Tracey had opened the door. There was Lu Qi with a smile standing outside the door. She raised her hand, and a man was thrown at Allen's feet. Then Lu Qi smiled and said, "Master Allen, this is the letter from this guy."

Allen squatted down and looked at the man who woke up and said, "May I ask what you call it."

The smile on his face is genuine.

Today's Desert Boat store also opened on time, and Morocco still came to the store at that hour. The big businessman walked into the store. For some reason, he stayed in front of the counters in the store for an exceptionally long time today. Morocco stared at the empty counters, but seemed to be able to see the dazzling array of products processed with green crystals.

He sighed slightly and walked towards the back room.

His confidant, Yuga, personally brought him a drink, which looked like wine but not wine. It was a drink that Morocco had drunk after living in the ruins. A bit bitter, but saved him who was almost starving to death at the time. So until now, he is still drinking this drink, if he is warning himself not to forget those hard days in the past. Taste another bite today, Moroccan's mouth is full of bitterness, and he thought to himself that he had forgotten something after all.

Yesterday, Gurant’s actions against Allen’s trio, not to mention Morocco’s instigator, even those passers-by who have nothing to do with Mokdan know about it.

Gulant blocked the entire 34th Street, dispatched the Imperial Generals and the Shadow Army, and even the three assassination guilds ranked top in Mokdan called him, let’s talk about it. That's enough. But as a result, the few people from the wasteland not only broke through, but also broke through from 34th Street to Forty Foot Street, spanning a full five blocks, and making half a Mokdan. In the end, it mysteriously disappeared, so that Gurant's actions were finally incapable.

After Morocco learned that Gurant had gone to see Baal, there was no news. This morning, I learned that Nick had left the city early. This ending was a surprise to Morocco, and now he is also considering whether to leave temporarily. After all, the visitor from the wasteland has not been caught, and Morocco is worried that it is in danger.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded while he was thinking, causing him to jump up, splashing the unfinished drink. When Morocco was about to scold him, he saw that the door was pushed open, and a familiar face came into his eyes. At the moment he seemed to lose his strength and sat back.

Alan, who swaggered in and pushed the door in, smiled and said to the big businessman: "Good morning, Mr. Morocco. I hope you won’t be surprised when you come here suddenly, because I want to ask you for help, so I came here more presumptuously."

"What...what's the matter?" Morocco said calmly.

Ellen made a gesture, and someone rolled in immediately outside the door. When the man got up, Moroccan's pupils shrank, and he whispered: "Nick, aren't you out of the city?"

Alan squinted his eyes, took up his mouth to suffocate Nick, who was speechless, and whispered softly: "Mr. Morocco really cares about your friend, Mr. Nick came out just after dawn. Cheng, do you know this too?"

Morocco suddenly knew that he had failed.