Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 184: No wine in the bottle (below)

For... the Blood Bottle Gang?

Hearing this sentence, Kathleen's pupils shrank!

The next moment, the laughter of the red pit viper came faintly.

"Two hits one," Nekra's arm gradually exerted strength, pressing down the claw of the phantom blade, he grinned, "Are you okay?"

On the left, Fogg snorted softly, and he used his long knife to make Kathleen's hand tremble:

"Catherine, do you know how difficult it is to get you out of the royal capital, out of the heavily guarded crowd, and into the Emerald City?"

Hook into the Emerald City...

At that moment, Kathleen understood something.

She took a resentful breath and called out the names of two of her most trusted men:

"Matthew! Sedat! Quick--"

But before her subordinates could react, Ping in the back pulled his left hand again.

Jingle...

The next second, the Chaos Soldier puppet, which was picked up by Fogg, opened again and shot the next round of blades.

This time, Kathleen, who was firmly held by the two of them, couldn't dodge in time, and could only watch the blades fly, all embedded in her abdomen!

"Ugh!"

Catherine groaned in pain, but she insisted on clenching her teeth and twisting her body, breaking away from the two men's attack between the crackles of her arms, bringing out a **** flower.

But her good use is over.

Folg, as if he knew what she was going to do, swiveled the long knife, intersecting the swirling arm of the phantom blade.

Shoot!

Flesh torn apart.

Catherine clutched her left shoulder and fell into a pool of blood. A second later, her broken left arm, which was still clutching the weapon, circled in the air and landed in front of her with a crackling sound.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

Catherine's screams shook the entire warehouse - the pain in her stomach and arms only reached her brain.

This time, everything happened in just a few seconds.

Everyone was stunned in the tragic howl of the phantom blade.

"Big sister!"

Matthew - Kathleen's thugs charged forward with a roar. .

But the bloodstained Nekra had come to him with a grin.

This time, he didn't hold back any longer, he used all his strength, chopped Matthew to the ground with two seemingly easy knives, and then filled his throat with a blood-stained blade.

On the other side, Sedat had already fallen under the siege of Fogg's men.

What is this?

Glover watched all this in amazement, his eyes kept going back and forth between the indifferent Fergie and the dying Kathleen:

This is... the Blood Bottle Gang?

He was not the only one who was surprised. After a few seconds, everyone reacted, and Franco of Emerald City was the first to exclaim:

"Boss, Boss Fogg! Why are you, why-"

Frog sighed and turned away.

Shoot!

Frango looked at Ferg in disbelief at the sound of the blade cutting into the flesh.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Fergie pulled the knife from Franco's chest without changing his face, pushed him down, and wiped the blood from his face, "Frango, You annoying stinker, among so many fish, you are the most cunning, even the last one is not clean."

"Big sister! No!"

Roger howled and split the two people in the way:

"Frog, you bastard—"

But the next second, he ran into obstacles.

"You shouldn't regret it, dung," Gutierrez held Roger's arm tightly, "you shouldn't."

Just as Roger was about to say something, Gamandia stepped forward, took a deep breath, and stabbed him in the stomach.

On the other side, Tarimi, who also regretted coming to Kathleen's camp, turned pale and looked at everyone:

"You... all of you, all of you?"

Frog looked at him silently, like a dead man.

Blood-covered Nekra looked at Tarimi with a grim smile: "Guess what?"

"No, Boss Nekra, no no no, sorry, I'm just, I'm just..."

But the panicked Tarimi didn't have time to speak, and was surrounded by several of Ferg's cronies, and then fell down screaming.

In the shadows, countless blades mixed with cold light and blood light, going up and down.

Among the rest, Jaga screamed and tried to run out of the warehouse, but Gutierrez knocked him down with a punch, Sangaret tutted and drew a dagger:

"It's for business, old man."

For a while, Franco, the bad shoemaker Jaga, Zeka the newspaper seller, Tommy the good guy all fell down in screams.

"Frog, you must die--ah!"

"It's going to hurt if you want to kill it - scoff!"

"Please, I didn't do anything—yah!"

In this way, Fogg's subordinates cooperated with Nekra's subordinates, as well as some local anti-water people in the Emerald City, they followed the steps and began to encircle and suppress the forces loyal to Kathleen.

After a short while, the only thing left in the warehouse was the palpitating sound of gasping, and the unbearable smell of blood.

"Then..."

At the round table, Bartha, the barber who had been huddled in the corner during the battle, raised his head and sighed, "Is it over?"

"It's still a long way."

Nekra snorted coldly, he turned his head:

In a pool of blood, Catherine the "phantom blade", who was seriously injured with only one arm left, crawled towards the wall with blood on her face, trying her best to sit up.

Glover looked back at Rolfe subconsciously: The latter sat in the corner, watching the tide go, and he was still struggling with the phantom blade.

Before the zombies could react, Tsimikas suddenly stood up from under the two corpses and squatted down with Glover: "It's alright, it's alright, I understand the situation, we are Falcon. Boss Ge's subordinates, it's alright..."

On the other side, Kathleen shrugged and tore her clothes, wrapped her broken arm tightly, trying to stop the bleeding:

"Why, Fergie, why?"

Tread, step, step, step.

Frog stepped forward slowly and dropped the long knife.

"Because he wants you to taste it."

The wanderer's eyes are very complicated at the moment:

"The taste of betrayal."

Catherine was distracted and was shocked when she heard the words:

"Who?"

Frog smiled and said nothing.

Catherine was silent for a moment, smiled hopelessly, and turned to the other person:

"Nekra, so, you pretended to come to seize Fogg's power, and then let Fogg come to me for help..."

The red pit viper tutted and shook his head:

"As I said, I'm just here to help."

Help?

Catherine turns her head back shaky.

"Xiaohong, your brain is not so good," her voice was choppy, as if she was enduring great pain with every breath, "and you, Fogg, you are not so courageous..."

The blood-red Catherine hugged her shoulders and gave a weak smile.

"Tell me, who is supporting you? Who is behind the bad idea? Is it the North Star?"

Glover frowned.

Right now.

"What about you, little knife?"

A voice never heard before, came from the dark side of the warehouse:

"In the beginning, who backed you up and gave you the idea?"

This is...

Hearing this voice, Glover froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably familiar.

With this voice, a figure gradually approached from the dark, slowly coming to Kathleen.

Neicla and Fergie didn't speak, they just stood there in silence.

"You, who are you?"

Catherine frowned as she looked at the approaching figure:

"Why, why are you covering your face?"

Masked?

The figure gradually becomes clearer:

I saw the person coming from head to toe, wrapped in airtight black cloth, and even the eyes were protected by a pair of black goggles.

The next second, Glover's pupils shrank!

It's him.

He!

"Who is that? Are you in our gang?" Tsimikas wondered.

Glover ignored him and turned to Rolf in the corner subconsciously, looking anxious.

Rolf frowned and nodded at him.

That's right.

He.

It's that... the black-clothed killer with powers.

The one who broke into the house and killed the wool dealer...

The Star Lake Guards who came here, the guy who beat the **** out of water!

"Damn, no wonder I just lost my mind for a while, I thought..."

Glover sighed and knocked **** the head,

Crap.

If he finds out...

Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it...

Wait, the killer in black...what is he doing here?

Thinking of this, Glover pulled Tsimikas in front of him and lowered his body a little further to avoid attracting attention.

The black-clothed killer crossed the gang one by one, and everyone was in a trance as he passed.

Finally, he came to Kathleen and looked down at her who was struggling.

"I'm masked because I'm ugly - revenge, always ugly and hideous."

Revenge...

Catherine's eyes narrowed for a moment.

Wait.

"Your voice is familiar... Who are you? What grudges do we have?" She forced herself to sit up.

The killer in black sneered.

"Guess what, little knife," he whispered to the seriously injured woman under his feet, "who am I?"

Small knife, small knife...

Catherine's breathing quickened.

"You, why do you call me that?" Her tone had an inexplicable panic.

"You forgot? I've called you that for many years," the killer in black said calmly, as if he was chatting, "If you don't like it, why don't you say it at the beginning?"

He lowered his head and said in a friendly tone:

"Knife?"

I've called you that for many years...

Catherine struggled to get up, but eventually fell again.

"Take off the face towel! You, who the **** is he?" She began to panic, subconsciously looking at the red pit viper and the wanderer.

But Nekra and Fergie just looked away and remained silent.

There is silence in the warehouse.

Until the man in black speaks again:

"I remember, we chose that day to do it, because it was raining heavily that day, and we could better hide our whereabouts."

It was raining heavily...

Catherine was taken aback.

"Chenza, Rhoda, Morris, and even other masters in the capital at that time... As always, we are fully prepared for every enemy that may obstruct." The man in black said softly.

Catherine's eyes slowly opened.

The words of the man in black continued: "As for the place to start, we chose the underground street first, and then the information changed, and it was changed to a waste house - the information said that the more unrelated people present, the more they can interfere with the black sword. Action mode..."

Black Sword?

Catherine looked at the man in black in disbelief:

"Impossible..."

The man in black chuckled, as if sighing and sentimental:

"I remember that everyone was there at the time, working step by step, dividing labor and cooperating, including you, Xiaodao."

Catherine rolled over sharply, screaming in agony.

But she seems to try her best to stay away from the black man in front of her:

"You, you, who are you?"

"Who!!!"

The Phantom Blade screamed, fear in her voice.

No one answered her.

Nekra turned her head sideways, as if she didn't want to look at the man in black, while Fogg frowned, hiding everything from his eyes.

Damn.

Glover thought quickly: It seems that this black-clothed killer has something to do with the Blood Bottle Gang, but...what is the relationship? What kind of hatred do you have with Kathleen?

The man in black chuckled softly. He raised his head and looked at the dark and dim warehouse.

"A century ago, the Red King John was tyrannical, used military force, banned alcohol and levied food, and made the entire kingdom of stars in dire straits, and the people were struggling."

He began to tell the story suddenly, in an ethereal tone.

Catherine is stunned.

"Poverty and despair, a retired soldier risks beheading to smuggle grain and wine from the desert to support his family."

"The world is difficult, the people's livelihood is difficult, people need alcohol, need to be drunk, need to dream, need to be numb and self-deception, so the soldier's business is getting bigger and bigger, the business route is getting wider and wider, and the team has more and more people... …”

The next second, the man in black said suddenly:

"Until one day, he was finally caught by the king's pickets."

Catherine shuddered uncontrollably as she heard the story.

"The pickets took his smuggled wine, asked him if he knew what was in the bottle, and then asked him if he knew the prohibition was handed down by the king..."

"And that soldier, he drew his knife for the last time and laughed loudly..."

There is an unspeakable coldness in the words of the man in black:

"There is no wine in the bottle, but the blood of the people."

He stopped talking and looked at Catherine, who was bloodied, disheveled, and trembling by the wall:

"So, do you remember the second half of his sentence? Little knife?"

Catherine raised her head in a trance, looking at the killer in black in disbelief.

She seemed to be controlled by some force, even if she was distracted, she finished the second half of the sentence:

"Country, country, country, country..."

I don't know if it was fear or nervousness. In a trance, she couldn't say what she said.

The next moment, the man in black spoke furiously without warning:

"Say!"

Catherine shuddered violently, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in a fantasy, dripping with cold sweat.

Frog, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand it any longer. He sighed deeply and took the next sentence:

"There is no king in the kingdom, only tyrants."

Frog sighed:

"This is the story that Turnbull gang master told while wiping the old scarred armor that night before he set off to ambush Black Sword - the origin of the Blood Bottle Gang."

There is no king in the kingdom.

Just a tyrant.

The Blood Bottle Gang?

Catherine gradually came to her senses, and when she heard this, she gritted her teeth and looked at the man in black angrily.

"No, that's impossible, who are you..."

This time, the man in black didn't hesitate any more, he pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome face.

Glover frowns: He doesn't know the man.

But depending on the age...at most thirty.

Who is he?

But Kathleen is different.

She scrutinized the face, her expression increasingly shocked.

The next second, Kathleen shuddered and collapsed to the ground.

"No, no, no, no wine in a bottle, no wine in a bottle..."

Phantom Blade's voice became quieter, her eyes were blank and unbelievable:

"How is this possible?"

The man in black snorted coldly and pulled up his mask again.

"Have a taste of it~IndoMTL.com~ little knife, betrayal," he turned, "do it."

Frog nodded lightly.

While watching, Glover closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

This is "coming out to mix".

Just like the Mertessa who guarded the abandoned house in the capital.

Okay, now, it's finally time for them to go and report the situation to-

A gust of wind blew past Kathleen's tousled hair.

Um, wind?

Glover, who is hiding behind the gang, is taken aback.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked at the corner:

At some point, Rolfe was no longer there.

“Hu~hu~”

The wind is getting louder and louder, making the door in the warehouse rattle.

Glover anxiously searched for the trail of the ghost with the wind, but he suddenly found that on the wall in front of him, several dusts were blown away by the breeze, and the blank space just formed two words:

【You, escape】

At that moment, the zombie understood something.

He took a deep breath, pushed away Tsimikas, who was so scared that he was hanging on him, and stood up abruptly!

No, no no no...

No!

Damn! That bastard, don't!

“Whoo, whoa, whoa—”

Amidst the wind, the man in black was the first to raise his head.

"This is..." Fergie wondered.

And when the wind was uncharacteristically loud, everyone felt something was wrong.

In this harsh wind, the desperate woman who fell in a pool of blood held her broken arm and raised her head blankly.

At that moment, the former first member of the Blood Bottle Gang, the eldest sister, Kathleen the "phantom blade" realized in a trance:

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