The Divine Hunter Chapter 12: Deterrence

The heavy rain that had been falling all day and night finally stopped.

The blue sky is clear, the warm morning light is shining, and the cool breeze is caressing Nuocheng.

Willie Manor.

In the center of the spacious courtyard, under dense flower beds, there were corpses covered with white cloth.

Novigrad Security Officer Chapelle is leading a group of men to inspect one by one.

"Have all the bodies been found?"

"They are all here, a total of fifty-six dead." A young guard covered in chain mail and wearing a long sword lowered his head and said, "The core members of the Willy Gang, including Hawthorne I and his son, All dead."

"The only survivor in the entire manor was the fat woman working in the kitchen."

Chapelle covered the deceased who was broken into two parts at the waist, and followed the guard to another body.

The pale face was ferocious and twisted, and the eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying scene before his death and was overly frightened.

"Son of a bitch, old Willie, I didn't expect you to be here today." A trace of pleasure flashed across Chapelle's face.

After many years of getting along with him, he had already clearly investigated the leader of the Willy Gang.

Alphonse Willy himself, and the casinos, brothels, and fight clubs under his rule, have committed countless crimes in more than ten years. Secretly, they have killed at least hundreds of innocent citizens.

However, he has inextricably linked interests with many big figures in Nuo City. He has a large number of subordinates and can be called the leader of the four major gangs. He even poses a slight threat to the rule of the church.

He is a black spot that cannot be dispelled under the eternal fire.

Get rid of him, and the delicate balance will be restored to the originally chaotic situation in Nuo City.

"Which 'unsung hero' is doing harm to the people?"

The security officer's right hand wearing a brown leather glove passed over the mouth of the corpse, and a large spurt of blood solidified. He turned the corpse around, and his pupils shrank - a long and thin line of blood was revealed on the back of the neck. mouth.

Chapeler instantly simulated the scene at that time. The murderer attacked from behind. A sword penetrated Old Willie's cervical spine. The tip of the sword emerged from his mouth and even held him in the air for several seconds.

The wound is smooth and smooth.

The sword is fast and accurate.

The weapons used are nothing short of extraordinary.

Think again of the dozens of corpses that have been examined before, with different death conditions.

Either they were violently split in half, or they were stabbed in the vital parts with a sharp blade, or they had their hands and feet cut off, and they bled to death...

There are only a few main fighting styles of perpetrators.

"There is more than one murderer..." The security officer took off his gloves and rubbed his chin, "But there are no more than six people. Chase them and guard them at the gate of the manor... using the cover of the heavy rain."

The young guard next to him changed his expression when he heard this and said in disbelief, "You mean five or six people killed the entire manor?"

One against ten, who has this ability——

"A gifted mercenary, killer, or... not necessarily a human being." Suddenly, Chapelle's mind flashed to the "bodyguard" of the great poet Dandelion, whom he accidentally bumped into not long ago.

With a powerful temperament, beast-like vertical pupils, and possessing speed, strength, reaction, and magic-like abilities that far exceed those of ordinary people, he is undoubtedly capable of committing crimes.

"Did they do it?"

"Who are you referring to?"

Chapelle lowered his eyes and asked instead, "How does it feel to be a woman who survived?".

"There is no damage to her body, except that she is too fat and can't breathe. I don't know what kind of luck she got and escaped this disaster." The guard hammered his forehead in frustration, "What a pity she is. I can’t remember anything, I just remember being knocked unconscious from behind.”

"Did she join the Willy Gang?"

"No..."

"Kill all the core members of Willy's gang, but let an old woman go...a strange principle."

But if you have principles, you can negotiate, which is better than being a completely irrational lunatic.

Thinking of this, Chapelle kept pacing around the corpses in the courtyard, his face uncertain, his eyebrows straightened and stretched. After a long time, he took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Do you know who the murderer is? Give an order to arrest them immediately!"

"If you want to arrest someone, no problem! But you have to rush to the front and be the first to die!"

"Uh..." The guard hung his head in shame.

Most of the more than fifty people who died in the manor were strong men with thick calluses on their palms. There was even a warlock who died quietly before he could even cast his spell. Lose.

The murderer’s fighting ability can be imagined!

Should the eternal fire lead the charge and rush forward to die?

Schapel does not want his men to make unnecessary sacrifices.

"Calm down, rookie, the eternal fire shines on all living beings and drives out darkness," he said solemnly, "but gang members are not within the scope of protection."

"What do you mean?" the guard thought thoughtfully.

"Since the murderer never harmed innocent people, this incident is classified as a vicious fight within the gang. It is up to the three major gangs to resolve it themselves, do you understand?"

Alphonse Willy is dead, and the evil forces he left behind are just a piece of fat in front of the Big Three, which will soon be devoured.

After receiving the inheritance, I naturally have to take responsibility and deal with this hot potato!

And they cannot tolerate a force that breaks the rules and kills gangs at every turn to sleep soundly next to them.

"The Butcher Clifford, the Beggar King Belan, and the Collector Olof will definitely negotiate with the murderer first... We don't have to rush."

At that time, the church may still be able to reap some benefits.

"The officer is wise."

"Why are you still standing there, the villa has been searched?"

"Yeah."

Chapelle's heart moved, "Besides the dead people, have you found anything else good?"

Logically speaking, part of Alphonse's property should be stored in the manor. If it can be donated to the Eternal Fire, more believers will benefit from it.

"Uh, sir, the brothers did find a secret room, but inside..." the guard's face turned bitter, "There is only a box of poetry that makes no sense and makes no sense."

"..."

……

"Spear Cave".

Novigrad is the most famous and popular recreational place among the people, one of the legacies of the Willy Gang.

In the past, the brothel was open all night long, and there was an endless stream of customers coming to have sex. Today, the brothel unexpectedly closed.

Hundreds of gang members were densely packed outside the closed door decorated with ivory carvings, driving away interested guests and curious passers-by.

The gang was clearly divided into three parts: the most numerous beggar in ragged clothes and sallow complexion; the strong human man carrying swords, clubs and tattoos on his arms; the unruly man carrying a warhammer and a tomahawk with both hands on his back, and a whip hanging down to his chest. There are tame dwarves, as well as a few mixed elves and dwarfs.

The members of the three gangs disliked each other and managed to remain calm.

Inside the door, in the brothel hall, crystal magic lamps shed bright light.

Three gang leaders with completely different dressing styles sat in a triangle around the central round table.

"I received definite news that just three days ago, five witchers entered the civilian area from the north gate of Novigrad, and had a dispute with the Willy Gang in the market, dragging them into into the alley."

Wearing a simple gray uniform, a thick hooded cloak, a bald man with kind eyes and a good-natured look, he slowly fumbled for the golden seal ring on his finger, "Then the witcher took one of their hands. , drove the Willy Gang back."

"On the second day, Alphonse Willy's butler Boggart met with the witcher at the Vanilla Hotel..."

"On the third day... yesterday's vicious incident happened!" The man's tone was stagnant, his hands supported his chin, and his black pupils showed deep fear, "The core members of a whole gang, fifty-six No one is spared!"

"Your Excellency Belan...are you sure it was a demon hunter?" A handsome, fair-skinned man in a purple silk robe stroked his elegant beard on his chin, "Five people dealt with more than fifty? ”

"Is this possible? If I remember correctly, Old Willy also hired a warlock for personal protection."

"How is it impossible?! I have dealt with demon hunters. Any one of them, even if the mutation is not complete, is infinitely powerful and as fast as lightning. The champion of the competition in my hometown Carbon Mountain is not strong enough in front of them." Let alone five!" The third dwarf stood up with a red face and a thick neck, and the magic lamp made his oiled Mohawk hair shine, making it extremely eye-catching.

His black-haired palms spread out and clenched, and he choked,

"I have lived for most of my life, and I have never seen a swarm of witchers like rabbits. If they join forces, let alone one against ten, even if all the rabble you bring pounces on them, Even if the whole army is wiped out, not a single hair will be hurt! Believe it or not?!"

"Clever, put away your explosive temper!" Beggar King Beilan narrowed his eyes and said with dismay, "Olov and I are not your subordinates, and we have no obligation to listen to your complaints!"

"Use your brain and make some useful suggestions, how should we deal with the witcher?"

"Continue to let it go? What if they have a whim one day and break into our territory and start killing like they broke into Willy Manor? Are you willing?"

Cliff then snorted heavily and sat down unwillingly.

"My men once had the opportunity to look at five witchers at close range. Four of them wore viper pendants, and one wore a cat's head pendant... That's just the snake sect, and the cat sect, I believe both of them listened. I have said all kinds of crazy stories about this group... they are moody and act entirely based on instinct and impulse. It is not unusual for them to kill Alphonse's entire family when provoked."

"According to what you said, the demon hunter does have a serious dislike. And the Cat Faction represents uncontrollable factors...must be eliminated!" The collector pinched the Hao Shi pendant around his neck, his slender eyes like poisonous snakes So cold, "I suggest that we cooperate and jointly destroy these 'invaders'!"

"I already have a plan. Let's prepare the anti-magic metal first, and then some explosives, and launch a surprise attack to destroy their lame spell-like abilities!" The Collector smiled sinisterly, with excitement on his cheeks. Blushing, "Without the magic, the demon hunter is still at the mercy of others?"

"Okay...you think their steel swords are vegetarians." The dwarf sneered and touched his comb head disdainfully to keep the ends of his hair straight. "When the time comes, your men will go up first, and they will be in front! Me and Belan’s brother takes the throne.”

"Cliffer, what do you mean?!"

"My point is very simple...the **** lesson lies before us," the dwarf's face darkened, "The demon hunters in a group are invincible. Even if you can get rid of them, you will pay a heavy price, which is so big that you can't Imagine!"

Hearing this, the Beggar King thought of the tragic situation at Willy Manor again and sighed,

Perhaps it's because he's getting older and doesn't want to experience any more disturbing turmoil.

"The Butcher is right. It's tougher than the Demon Hunters. If one of them escapes - I have to remind you that both the Snake Faction and the Cat Faction make their fortunes in assassination. If one of them escapes, then we will Don’t even think about having a good night’s sleep again.”

"What's more, they can fight one against ten. They have proven their strength and are entitled to the minimum respect... Let's have a negotiation to find out their attitude and future plans. It is best to reach a permanent agreement. peace agreement."

"Only when peace is maintained can Nuo City prosper and our work be meaningful!"

"Are you serious? Hundreds of people, surrendering to five mutants?!" The collector's brown eyes widened, filled with anger, "When did the dignified beggar king and butcher become weaklings?"

"Your Excellency Olof, I know that as a 'noble warlock', you have always discriminated against non-human races and even collected some 'contraband', but don't be blinded by your inexplicable sense of superiority!" The Beggar King stared at Through the eyes of a collector, "Besides, I never said I would give in, it was just an equal negotiation! This road is dead, and there is a second set of solutions."

"Anti-magic metals and explosives are prepared in advance," the Beggar King said with a solemn expression, "At worst, it will be a life-and-death situation!"

"Now, Clifford and I have made a choice. If you insist on going your own way... go beyond negotiations and launch an attack forcefully, no problem, but if you suffer retaliation, don't blame us for not intervening!"

The collector's expression changed, and he became so gloomy that he could shed water. After a moment, he sighed heavily.

"Then it will be as you say. Contact the witcher and try to reach an agreement!"

"I thought of a good place for communication..." The butcher stroked his carefully groomed whip, and his comb-like hair style shook slightly, "Both Hawthorne I and II have gone to hell, but Willie's gang The fighting competitions held must continue!"

"When the time comes, let's talk at the competition venue. Our territory is crowded with people and the demon hunters should always be a little wary."

The Beggar King nodded, his gentle eyes suddenly gleaming, "The next topic is Old Willy's legacy: casinos, underground fighting arenas, and brothels including the 'Spear Cave'. How to distribute it? Here is a charter, and someone can be sent to take over this afternoon."

"I would like to interject that a portion must be set aside to fill the appetite of the executioner of Eternal Fire..." The collector straightened his short purple hair and said rather painfully, "Only in this way can the inheritance be delivered smoothly."

……

Southeast of Nuo City, outside the civilian area.

A slender figure stood on the roof, wielding a long sword.

The tip of the sword is over the top of the head, the shoulders are straight, the whole body is relaxed, and the feet are in a T-step. Starting from the top position, switch from top to bottom to the cow position and the plow position...

Get up from the tail position like a dragon lizard flicking its tail.

The movements are smooth and free.

The long sword tore through the air, refracted the sunlight, and left afterimages. As the figure and steps advanced layer by layer, it let out a soft moan as fast as the wind.

Compared with before, it has a bit more sharpness, which comes from the style of the Cat School.

For a moment, Roy exhaled, sheathed his sword, and glanced at the records on the panel.

Long Sword Specialization Level 2: Further master the basics of long sword swordsmanship. When using weapons such as long swords and half-hand swords, your strength, agility, and physical attributes will receive a 5% → 10% bonus, allowing you to Parry, block, dodge, and attack more quickly and accurately in close combat.

You can actively activate this ability, and the bonus effect will be doubled, but the physical energy consumption will also be doubled. This state will last for at least 30 seconds. )

After a killing in the manor, the swordsmanship broke through silently.

At the same time, he realized an important problem.

The suppression ability carried by Gu Weisiel has an unimaginable impact on ordinary people with low willpower. In less than ten minutes, starting from more than ten seconds, they are seriously disturbed, enter a state of frequent distraction, and become timid before fighting.

As if seeing something terrifying.

"This skill is simply a powerful weapon in group battles. If it is used against dozens of people at the same time...what effect will it have?"

Roy couldn't help but think about it. ~IndoMTL.com~ Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, and a little girl wearing red clothes, braided hair, and a delicate face with a little baby fat walked into his sight.

I walked through the narrow alley, went straight to the downstairs of my house, and knocked on the door.

"Huh——" Roy jumped straight down the third floor of the building and stood behind the little girl.

She was startled, turned around, her face turned pale, her lips pursed and she almost cried, then she forced a smile and said,

"You...are you a master witcher?"

"Yes..."

"His Majesty Francis Belan says hello to you!" the little girl said, handing over a note.

The latter touched her braid and stuffed a copper into her sweaty palm.

"The day after tomorrow, underground fighting arena, negotiation? Sure enough, you can't escape what is coming. Then go and meet the Big Three!"