The sudden sound startled the elite killers who gathered in secret.
They immediately took out their pistols and hid behind a circle of stone pillars in the rotunda.
"Where are the others?!"
"I can't find him!"
"Fake, how did he sneak here?"
'The Rat' hid in the shadows alertly, curling up into a ball.
At the same time, a small gray-furred the Rat slipped out of his sleeve.
This Little Rat has bright black eyes. As soon as it landed, it raised its little head and sniffed the smell in the air.
'The Rat''s eyes were fixed on the movements of Little Rat, and he kept thinking silently in his heart: Busy! Brother! Busy!
However, what disappointed him was that Little Rat started spinning around in confusion while sniffing.
Damn it!
'The Rat' cursed secretly and hooked his fingers at Little Rat. Little Rat sniffed his wet nose, turned around and crawled into his sleeve.
Old Sloan, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, was holding the cane hard, his old orange-skinned face covered with Wrath.
He suddenly pulled his neck and shouted loudly:
"Who are you?"
"Why did you break in here?"
"Hehehe~" came a chuckle.
The next second, a hooded figure carrying a silver-white handbag appeared out of thin air in the center of the rotunda.
"Come out! If I wanted to kill you, you people would have died long ago~"
Old Sloan holds the crutch in his hand tightly, his eyes are filled with uncertainty, this Mysterious Man's voice is very young...
After making a judgment, he stood up from behind the stone pillar with open hands.
"Hello, mysterious young man..."
He carefully looked at Mysterious Man in front of him. After seeing the style of clothes on the other person's body, his pupils suddenly shrank...
So similar!
It's so similar to the Assassin Master suit passed down by the ancient sages!
"You seem to have some connection with us Assassin Brotherhood..."
He asked tentatively, staring vaguely at Richard's wrist.
If this person is really wearing the ancient assassin master suit, then he must be wearing a crossbow arrow or poison needle device on his wrist.
As soon as Old Sloan said these words, the other elite killers present were stunned.
They communicated through eye contact:
'He is one of our own?'
'God only knows!'
'Sloan seems to have seen something...'
'What do we do?'
'Stay here and wait for the password Sloan...'
Richard was startled when he heard this: I have a connection with Assassin Brotherhood? Where did you start talking about this?
He asked directly, "I have a connection with Assassin Brotherhood? How did you come to this conclusion?"
Old Sloan showed a kind smile on his face, "The clothes you are wearing look familiar..."
He turned around and walked back on crutches, and stood on tiptoe to take down a book from the bookshelf.
After blowing the dust off the book cover, Old Sloan turned around and walked back.
"If I read it correctly, the clothes you are wearing should be the exclusive equipment of the ancient assassin masters..."
Old Sloan opened the book and showed Richard the contents with a smile.
"Eh?" Richard said suspiciously.
With his super sharp eyesight, he could clearly see the portrait of the Master Assassin painted in the book.
Especially the style of clothes worn by the ancient assassin master is indeed very similar to the Combat Mage outfit he wears!
The same short fighting style, completely designed for close combat...
The design of the hood is almost identical...
But yes, the two organizations Assassin Brotherhood and Kamar-Taj also have thousands of years of history...
In that era, the two professions of assassin and Sorcerer were not suitable for appearing openly among the crowd...
However, if you want to establish friendship, you have made the wrong idea...
"Sorry, Mr. Sloan, it just happened to be the same..."
"Your eyesight seems not very good. Is it because you are too old and your eyes are dim?"
The gentle smile on Old Sloan's face froze, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore.
The corner of his eye twitched, he tried hard to maintain a smile, and closed the book calmly.
"Ah, that's such a pity..."
"You can avoid everyone and sneak in here, almost reaching the level of a master assassin..."
As soon as Old Sloan finished speaking, the elite killers hiding behind the stone pillars perked up and clenched their pistols, ready to attack at any time.
Richard sensed their movements, and then realized that Old Sloan's two sentences just now were conveying secret signals.
'It's such a pity' should mean the talks collapsed!
'Master Assassin level' should mean that you are stronger than everyone present!
Mud, he is indeed an old fox!
If it were anyone else, he might have been tricked!
Richard snorted in his heart and slowly raised his right foot...
Old Sloan saw his actions, his face changed, and he shouted hurriedly, "Do it!"
He suddenly raised his crutch and fired in the direction of Richard!
This turned out to be a spear disguised as a cane!
The other elite killers sprang out almost at the same time, aiming at Richard and pulling the triggers continuously!
The orange barrage intertwined into a dense network and attacked Richard.
"Ha~" Richard chuckled lightly, raised his right foot and landed on the ground.
'Boom!'
The entire rotunda trembled suddenly!
The wooden floor beneath your feet burst instantly, and dense cracks spread rapidly in all directions!
The bullets fired seemed to have been pressed on the pause button and stopped in mid-air...
The next second, Shockwave was swept away by countless floor fragments!
The ring-shaped Shockwave set off waves of dust, carrying countless broken pieces of wood and impacting in all directions!
"Wortfalk!"
The expressions of the stubborn Fox and the cautious Bullseye changed and they hid behind the stone pillar.
"Ah!" Butcher roared, crossing his thick arms in front of him, like a Wrath violent bear leaning towards Richard.
The Fixer The triangular eyes behind the glasses were full of madness. He continued to shoot with his right hand, and with his left hand on his waist, he took out a silver revolver and fired rapidly with both guns side by side.
The most stubborn one was Russian'The Rat'. Sloan had just given the order to attack. He stretched out his hand and patted the wall behind the bookshelf on the left.
'Squeak~'
With a slight squeaking sound, a small passage opened behind him.
'The Rat' scurried into the passage...
Old Sloan was the most cunning. After firing the first shot, he immediately threw away the book, crutch and spear in his hand, kicked off his legs, and jumped behind the stone pillar.
'Boom!'
The rotunda shook violently again!
The whole room was filled with dust.
Suddenly a whirlwind appeared, quickly sucking up the dust in the room, compressing it into a fist-sized mud ball, and falling to the ground.
Richard removed his Mana shield and looked around.
At this time, the rotunda was in a mess.
The originally shiny wooden floors were all shattered, a circle of tall bookshelves collapsed, and countless books were scattered among the ruins of the bookshelves...
Butcher's tall and fat body lay silently in the corner, with countless wooden thorns stuck in his strong body...
The Fixer leaned against the stone pillar, lowering his head and slumped in a pool of bright red blood. His legs were bent ninety degrees in the opposite direction from the knees down, and white bone spurs were exposed in the broken seams of his trousers...
His vitality is declining rapidly...
'Pah~'
The glasses with only one leg left fell off and fell to the ground. The lenses, which were already full of cracks, were completely shattered...
Old Sloan, Fox and Bullseye who were hiding behind the stone pillars were all pressed under the heavy bookshelf. But in Richard's perception, their life characteristics were quite stable.
At this time, Richard suddenly looked towards a corner and chuckled:
"It turns out there is another Little Rat..."