Inside The Black Mist Chapter 1156: Bloody Night

It was night, in a resplendent and resplendent house, Du Gao immersed himself in the bath with warm water pouring out, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the services of several young female slaves.

It has not been a day or two for him to run a slave trade. Although he is wanted by several fortresses, he is still alive and well, and lives quite comfortably.

The house in settlement No. 12 is just one of his footholds. There is even a settlement in the wilderness where his old lair is located. It has been able to operate until now without being arrested. Du Gao naturally has his own way.

He has the force to protect the slaves from rebellion. He has a well-equipped private army of more than 200 people serving him at any time. He has five ascendants by his side, headed by a rank 5 God of War.

He has experienced many assassinations, but he was protected by this team from death.

In addition, Du Gao has a huge network of relationships, and he has overt and secret connections with some high-ranking officials in the fortress. Various protections.

But Du Gao is able to live until now, relying on his keen sense of smell and the awareness to bow his head when it is time to bow his head.

It is meaningful to live and make money.

He has always adhered to this principle, and he is alive and well.

Tonight, as usual, he plans to take a bath and then go to bed early. He has already passed that ridiculous age of pursuit of excitement, what should be played and what should not be played, basically he has already experienced it.

So now, even if a few beautiful female slaves who can be said to be almost naked are giving him a body massage, Du Gao doesn't have the slightest physical impulse.

There are prettier and more men-friendly beauties for him to enjoy if he needs them, which is one of the benefits of having great wealth.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

Du Gao frowned with some dissatisfaction, this is his time to relax, he has already ordered not to disturb if there is no important matter. He believed that the people under his command knew this very well, so now, the sound of footsteps might mean that something happened.

Du Gao reluctantly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and told the female slaves to retreat, and saw his confidant, a reliable man rushing to the bath: "Sir, something happened."

Du Gao's eyelids twitched: "What happened?"

"Just now Steward Louis sent someone to inform us that Mr. Victor will leave settlement No. 12 tonight, and Elhoin will withdraw from the mine."

"The settlements and mines will be managed by other people. I heard that they are from the city of scavenger. Moreover, I have already found out what happened outside the city in the evening. Victor's son, Jack, was killed by someone. Killed, it seems to be the hand of the church."

This series of news made the slave trader dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to digest the information.

Du Gao frowned, thoughtful: "Victor's son died, but he honestly withdrew from the settlement and gave up the mine. It seems that this takeover is not easy."

His confidant said again: "There is still news from El Hoin, Mr. Victor told us that tomorrow this place will no longer belong to El Hoin, let us figure it out."

Du Gao said in a deep voice: "Mr. Victor wants us to cause trouble for the new successor."

My confidant immediately said: "My lord, then I will let everyone prepare."

"It's time to prepare, but..." Du Gao laughed, "But it's not the kind you think."

The confidant couldn't figure out what the master was thinking for a while, so he had to shut up and wait quietly.

Dou Gao stood up from the bath: "We have a cooperative relationship with Elhoin, and we are not their dog. Why should we listen to Victor."

"Besides, the new successor dared to kill Victor's son and forced Elhoin to leave the arena. This is obviously not an ordinary person. Let's challenge such a person, am I taking my life too long?"

My confidant asked carefully: "My lord, what should we do?"

"First give the new chief a batch of the most top-notch and most beautiful female slaves. If he doesn't accept it, then we will send money. I don't believe it. He doesn't want money or women, as long as he accepts it. , then everything is easy to say."

"We just want to do business, and Victor wants to grab the territory, so let Elhoin come by himself, so I won't be his pawn."

After Du Gao finished speaking, he glared at his confidant: "Why are you still in a daze, hurry up and send the gift over, I'll sort it out, and go to see that officer right away..."

At the end of the sentence, suddenly there was a dull vibration outside, and then the room shook slightly, shaking off wisps of dust.

"What happened?"

"It sounded like an explosion."

When Du Gao and his confidants were puzzled, a sublimator with blood on his face ran in and hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Du, we are under attack and the captain has been killed."

"Old Kuge and the others are trying their best to stop them, but I'm afraid they won't be able to stop them for long. You should leave through the secret passage."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly rushed towards him. As soon as he turned around, he was killed by a long-handled battle ax!

Du Gao was so frightened that his hands and feet went limp, and those female slaves screamed and ran to the corner, huddled together, trembling.

Under the light, I saw a strong man over two meters in dark red armor covered with spikes, holding a long-handled battle ax covered in blood in his hand, with a black skull on the tip of the battle ax pattern.

Two lines of blood poured out from the black skull's eye sockets, scarlet and dazzling.

Seeing this pattern, Du Gao shouted suddenly: "You are from Blood City, are you 'Black Bone' Quinn?"

"That's right, it's me." The burly man took off his helmet, revealing a head of thick black hair. His face was full of scars, hideous and terrifying, as if his head was randomly stitched together .

Pointing at his nose, Du Gao said, "Do you still remember me? We once drank together."

"I have a little impression." The strong man put the battle ax on his shoulders, watched the female slave in the corner and whistled, "You still know how to enjoy yourself."

Du Gao hurriedly said: "If you like it, these female slaves will be given to you. There must be some misunderstanding here, we are all colleagues, there is no need to do this."

"First of all, we have changed our profession in Blood City, and we no longer touch the slave business, so I can't accept any of you female slaves. I don't want to be frozen into ice sculptures by Boss Luthor and put on display."

The strong man waved his hand, and continued: "There is no misunderstanding here, since you, Du Gao, and Elhoin are in the same group, then you will die tonight, since we drank together For the sake of it, I will let you die quickly."

Du Gao's face suddenly changed: "Why, is your blood city and the new successor..."

"Well, we are serving that lord now."

"Wait, wait."

Du Gao quickly waved his hand: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I have nothing to do with Elhoin, we are just collaborators. I will not do anything for Victor, please take me to see that adult , I, Du Gao, are willing to provide that lord with a thousand slaves for free!"

The brawny man laughed loudly, and he slowly put his helmet back on: "Du Gao, why do you think our blood city changed careers? Send him a slave, are you trying to laugh me to death?"

"Give up, the lord needs to convince the people in the city to let them get rid of Elhorin's shadow, and the heads of you and Griffin are indispensable things."

After speaking, the strong man roared, and the battle ax was raised, the ax tip cut into Du Gao's abdomen, all the way up, tearing his body apart, and hanging him on the battle axe.

Du Gao's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he just died like this.

.......

When the slave traders were attacked, Luther, the only leader of Blood City, came to a street in person with a few of his men. This street is Griffin's territory. He blocked the street, manufactured drugs here, sold and traded it, and turned it into a drug kingdom.

Looking at the street from a distance, Luther sneered: "Protect me, and ignore other things."

Speaking, he squatted down, pressed his hands on the ground, and the star energy was continuously transformed into elemental energy, and then formed various abilities.

After a while, the ground on the street under Griffin's control suddenly began to vibrate, and the frequency of the vibration changed from low to high, from slight to severe in just a few seconds.

In such high-frequency vibrations, cracks appeared in those factories and buildings, and the buildings began to collapse.

From a distance, people kept yelling and running out of the building, but at this time, even the ground on the street began to crack.

Thick cracks creaked and quickly extended along the street, and the ground expanded to both sides, swallowing men one by one.

Some lucky guys escaped the collapsed building and escaped the swallowing of the cracks. They came to the exit of the street and tried to escape to other places in the city, but at this moment, they saw a large amount of mud sprayed from the exit of the street Sand, then the exit broke, separating the street from the rest of the settlement.

Immediately after the cracks, the ground arched, and they continued to rise upwards, like a solidified 'wave', or formed a huge high wall.

This situation is also happening in other places on the street. The ground is lifted by an invisible force, forming patches of solidified 'waves'. They rise from all directions, gradually blocking the night and the moonlight.

The surviving people retreated to the center of the street in horror, and then watched in despair as the 'waves' of packages swept down, engulfing the buildings and flooding the street, completely burying the street with hundreds of tons of sand and stone.

At this time, Luther stood up and said calmly: "Find Griffin's body, cut off his head, and bring it back to me."

"Yes." Several subordinates nodded, and then swept towards the street that was flooded with sand and stones without a trace of life.

......

Tonight, the No. 12 settlement was completely free of the usual hustle and bustle. People hid at home, listening to the roar that sounded from a distance from time to time, and did not dare to leave their homes.