Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 184: Non-wine in a bottle (below)
Chapter 680 Non-wine in a Bottle (Part 2)
For... the Blood Bottle Gang?
Hearing this sentence, Catherine's pupils shrank!
The next moment, the red viper's laughter came faintly.
"Two against one," Nekla's arm gradually exerted strength, pressing down the sleeve claw of the phantom blade, he grinned, "Is there any objection?"
On the left, Fogg snorted softly, and he exerted force with his long knife, making Catherine's hands tremble:
"Catherine, do you know how difficult it is to get you out of the capital, out of the heavily guarded crowd, into the Emerald City?"
Hook into the Emerald City...
At that moment, Catherine understood something.
She took a breath of resentment, and called out the names of her two most trusted subordinates:
"Matthew! Sedat! Hurry up—"
But before her subordinates could react, Ping from behind pulled his left hand again.
Ding Dong...
The next second, the Chaos God soldier puppet that was picked up by Fogg and fell to the ground, opened again, and burst out the next round of blades.
This time, Catherine, who was firmly supported by the two, couldn't dodge, and could only watch these blades fly towards her, and they all embedded themselves in her abdomen!
"Ugh!"
Catherine grunted in pain, but she insisted on gritting her teeth and turning around, breaking away from the attack of the two with the crackling of her arms, bringing out a **** flower.
But her goodness is running out.
As if he knew what she was going to do, Fogg turned the long knife and intersected with the spinning arm of the phantom blade.
Hey!
The flesh and blood broke open.
Catherine clutched her left shoulder and fell into a pool of blood. A second later, her severed left arm, which was still holding the weapon, circled in the air and landed in front of her with a crackling sound.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Catherine's screams shook the entire warehouse—the pain in her abdomen and arms reached her brain.
Everything happened in just a few seconds.
In the howling of the phantom blade, everyone was stunned.
"Big Sister Head!"
Matthew—Katherine's thug rushed forward roaring.
But Nekla, whose face was covered in blood, had already come to him with a smirk.
This time, he didn't hold back anymore, and launched with all his strength, he cut Matthew to the ground with two seemingly easy knives, and then made another blow to his throat, blood staining the blade.
On the other side, Sedat had already fallen under the siege of Fogg's men.
What is this?
Glorver looked at all this in surprise, his eyes kept going back and forth between the indifferent Fogg and the dying Catherine:
This is... the Blood Bottle Gang?
He was not the only one who was surprised. After a few seconds, everyone reacted, and Franco from Emerald City was the first to exclaim:
"Boss, Boss Fogg! Why, why——"
Fogg sighed and turned around.
Hey!
Amidst the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, Franco looked at Fogg in disbelief.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Fogg pulled the knife out of Franco's chest without changing his expression, pushed him down, and wiped the blood on his face, "Franco, You are an annoying stinker, among so many fish, you are the most cunning, and even the last one is not clean."
"Big Sister Head! No!"
Roger howled and split two people blocking the way:
"Fogg, you bastard—"
But in the next second, he encountered an obstacle.
"You shouldn't regret it, shit," Gutierrez held Roger's arm tightly, "You shouldn't."
Just as Roger was about to say something, Garmandia gritted his teeth and stepped forward, took a deep breath, and stabbed him in the abdomen.
On the other side, Tarimi, who also regretted going to Catherine's camp, turned pale and looked at everyone:
"You... all of you, all of you?"
Fogg looked at him silently, as if looking at a dead man.
The **** Nekla looked at Tarimi, showing a ferocious smile: "Guess?"
"No, Boss Nekla, no no no, I'm sorry, I just, I just..."
But before the panicked Tarimi had time to speak, he was surrounded by several of Fogg's cronies, and then fell down screaming.
Among the shadows, countless blades, mixed with cold light and blood light, go up and down.
Of the remaining people, Jaga shouted and wanted to run out of the warehouse, but Gutierrez knocked him down with a punch, and Sangale stepped forward with a click of his tongue and pulled out a dagger:
"It's for business, old man."
For a while, Franco, the bad shoemaker Jaga, Zeka the newspaper seller, and the good guy Tommy all fell down in screams.
"Fogg, you must die—ah!"
"If you want to kill, you will feel pain—chuck!"
"Please, I didn't do anything—Yeah!"
In this way, Fogg's subordinates cooperated with Nekla's subordinates, together with some of the local traitors in Emerald City, they started to encircle and suppress the forces loyal to Catherine step by step.
Not long after, there was only the palpitating panting sound and the lingering smell of blood left in the warehouse.
"Then..."
Beside the round table, the barber Balta, who had been huddled in the corner during the battle, raised his head and sighed: "Is it over?"
"It's still far away."
Nekla snorted coldly, he turned his head:
In a pool of blood, "Phantom Blade" Catherine, who was seriously injured and only had one arm left, crawled towards the wall with blood on her face, trying her best to sit up.
Glorver subconsciously looked back at Rolf: the latter was sitting blankly in the corner, looking at the phantom blade that was struggling endlessly.
Before the zombies could react, Zimikas suddenly turned up from under the two corpses, and pulled Glover down to the knees: "It's okay, it's okay, I understand the situation, we are Vernon Boss Ge's subordinates, it's all right..."
On the other side, Catherine tore off her clothes tremblingly, tightly wrapped her broken arm, and tried her best to stop the bleeding:
"Why, Fogg, why?"
Step, step, step, step.
Fogg stepped forward slowly and dropped the long knife.
"Because he wants you to taste it."
The wanderer's gaze at this moment is extremely complicated:
"The taste of betrayal."
Catherine was distracted and shocked when she heard this:
"Who?"
Fogg smiled, but did not speak.
Catherine was silent for a while, then smiled in despair, and turned to another person:
"Nekla, so, you pretend to take Fogg's power, and then let Fogg come to me for help..."
The red viper clicked his tongue and shook his head:
"As I said, I'm just here to help."
Help?
Catherine turned her head tremblingly.
"Xiaohong, your brain is not so good," she said intermittently, as if she was enduring great pain every breath, "and you, Fogg, you are not so courageous..."
Catherine, who was covered in blood, hugged her shoulders and smiled weakly.
"Tell me, who is supporting you? And who is behind the bad idea? Is it the North Star?"
Glorver frowned upon hearing this.
Right now.
"What about you, Knife?"
A voice that has never appeared before came from the dark part of the warehouse:
"Back then, who backed you up and gave you the idea?"
This is...
Hearing this voice, Glover froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably familiar.
Following this voice, a figure gradually approached from the darkness, slowly approaching Catherine.
Neikla and Fogg didn't speak, they just stood there silently.
"You, who are you?"
Katherine looked at the approaching figure and frowned:
"Why, why cover your face?"
Masked?
The figure gradually becomes clear:
I saw that the visitor was wrapped in airtight black cloth from head to toe, and even his eyes were protected by a pair of black goggles.
The next second, Glover's pupils shrank!
It's him.
He!
"Who is that? Is it from our gang?" Zimikas asked puzzled.
Glorver ignored him, but subconsciously turned to Rolf in the corner, looking anxious.
Rolf also frowned severely, and nodded to him.
Exactly.
He.
It's that... the black-clothed killer with supernatural powers.
The one who broke into and killed the wool merchant...
The guy who beat the Xinghu guards who came over to the ground!
"Damn, no wonder I was just distracted for a while, I thought..."
Glorver sighed, and knocked his head hard,
Oops.
If he finds out...
Don't think, don't think, don't think...
Wait, the killer in black... what is he doing here?
Thinking of this, Glover pulled Zimikas in front of him, and lowered his body a bit to avoid attracting attention.
The black-clothed killer passed by the gang members one by one, and everyone was in a daze when he passed by.
Finally, he came to Catherine and looked down at her who was struggling weakly.
"The mask is because I am ugly - revenge, always ugly and hideous."
Revenge...
Catherine barely focused her eyes.
Wait.
"Your voice is very familiar... Who are you? What enmity do we have?" She forced herself to sit up.
The killer in black sneered.
"Guess, little knife," he whispered to the seriously injured woman under his feet, "Who am I?"
Small knife, small knife...
Catherine's breathing became rapid.
"You, why do you call me that?" There was inexplicable panic in her tone.
"Did you forget? I've called you that for many years," the black-clothed killer said calmly, as if he was talking about family matters, "If you don't like it, why didn't you say it from the beginning?"
He lowered his head and said in a friendly tone:
"Small knife?"
I have called you this way for many years...
Catherine struggled to get up, but finally fell down again.
"Take off the mask! You, who the **** is he?" She started to panic, subconsciously looking at the Red Viper and the homeless man.
But Nekla and Fogg just turned their heads away and remained silent.
There was a silence in the warehouse.
Until the man in black speaks again:
"I remember, we picked that day because it rained heavily that day, so we could hide our tracks better."
The rain is heavy...
Catherine was taken aback.
"Qinza, Rhoda, Morris, and even other masters in the capital at that time... As before, we are fully prepared for every enemy that may obstruct us." The man in black said softly.
Catherine's eye sockets slowly widened.
The man in black continued: "As for the location of the attack, we first chose the underground street, but later the intelligence changed, and we changed it to an abandoned house - the intelligence said that the more irrelevant people present, the more they would 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 feeling sad:
"I remember, everyone was there at that time, step by step, division of labor and cooperation, including you, little knife."
Catherine turned over abruptly, screaming in pain.
But she seems to be trying her best to stay away from the man in black in front of her:
"You, you, who are you?"
"Who!!!"
Phantom Blade screamed, his tone full of fear.
No one answered her.
Nekla turned her head sideways, as if she didn't want to look at the man in black, while Fogg frowned, hiding everything from her eyes.
Damn it.
Glorver thought quickly: It seems that this killer in black has something to do with the Blood Bottle Gang, but... what is the relationship? What kind of hatred do you have with Catherine?
The man in black laughed lightly. He raised his head and looked at the dark and dim warehouse.
"A century ago, John the Red King was tyrannical and immoral, resorting to military tactics, prohibiting alcohol and collecting food, causing the entire Star Kingdom to suffer, and the people to live in dire straits."
He suddenly told the story with a misty tone.
Katherine froze.
"Under poverty, a retired soldier took the risk of beheading to smuggle food and wine from the desert to support his family."
"The world is difficult, the people's livelihood is difficult, people need wine, drunk, dream, numbness and self-deception, so Dabing's business is getting bigger and bigger, the business route is getting wider and wider, and the team has more and more people... ..."
In the next second, the man in black suddenly changed his tone:
"Until one day, he was finally caught by the king's pickets."
Catherine trembled uncontrollably when she heard the story.
"The pickets took his smuggled wine and asked him if he knew what was in the bottle, and asked him if he knew the prohibition order was issued by the king himself..."
"And that soldier, he pulled out his knife for the last time, laughed loudly..."
There is an indescribable coldness hidden in the words of the man in black:
"The bottle is not wine, but people's blood."
He stopped talking and looked at Catherine, who was trembling with blood on her face and disheveled hair by the wall:
"So, do you remember the second half of his sentence? A small knife?"
Catherine raised her head in a trance, looking at the black-clothed killer in disbelief.
She seems to be controlled by some force, even if she is distracted, she still opens her mouth to complete the second half of the sentence:
"Country, country, country, country..."
But she didn't know whether it was fear or nervousness, she just couldn't speak in a trance.
The next moment, the man in black said without warning:
"Say!"
Catherine trembled suddenly, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in a fantasy, and she was dripping with cold sweat.
Fogg on the side couldn't stand it anymore, he sighed deeply, and took the next sentence:
"There is no king in a country, only a tyrant."
Fogg sighed:
"This is the story that night, before setting off to ambush Black Sword, the leader of Turnbull told the story while wiping the scarred old armor—the origin of the Blood Bottle Gang."
There is no king in the country.
Just a tyrant.
The blood bottle gang?
Catherine gradually came back to her senses. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth and looked angrily at the man in black.
"No, it's impossible, what are you..."
This time, the man in black didn't hesitate any longer, he pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome face.
Glorver frowned: He didn't know this person.
But judging by age... at most thirty or so.
Who the **** is he?
But Catherine was different.
She looked at the face carefully, her expression becoming more and more shocked.
The next second, Catherine shuddered and collapsed on the ground.
"No, no, no, not wine in the bottle, not wine in the bottle..."
Phantom Blade's voice quieted down, her eyes were dull, she couldn't believe it:
"How is this possible?"
The man in black snorted coldly and pulled up his mask again.
"Taste it, little knife, the taste of betrayal," he turned around, "do it."
Fogg nodded slightly.
Glorver, who was watching from the sidelines, closed his eyes and sighed slightly.
This is "coming out to mix".
Just like the Mertesa guarding the abandoned house in the capital.
Okay, now, they should finally go and report the situation to——
A breeze passed by, blowing Catherine's messy hair.
Hmm, wind?
Glorver, who was hiding behind the gang, was startled.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked into the corner:
At some point, Rolf was no longer there.
"Hoo~hoo~"
The wind was getting louder and louder, knocking the doors in the warehouse.
Glorver anxiously searched for the traces of the Wind Follower, but he suddenly found that on the wall in front of him, a few spots of dust were blown away by the breeze, leaving a blank space that just formed two words:
[You, escape]
At that moment, the zombie understood something.
He gasped~IndoMTL.com~ pushed away Zimikas who was hanging on him in fright, and stood up abruptly!
No, no, no, no...
No!
Damn it! That bastard, stop!
"Hoo, hoo, hoo--"
Amid the sound of the wind, the man in black was the first to raise his head vigilantly.
"This is..." Fogg wondered.
And when the wind was too loud, everyone felt something was wrong.
Amidst the ear-piercing sound of the wind, the desperate woman lying in a pool of blood hugged her severed arm and raised her head blankly.
At that moment, the former head of the Blood Bottle Gang, the eldest sister, "Phantom Blade" Catherine realized in a trance:
It's windy.