Chapter 227 (1/2)

After knocking off the dust and walking through the corpses, Loren kicked open the gate of the crutch Gang's base camp. The already shaky wooden door couldn't stand this, ”boom” fell to the ground and turned into two pieces of rotten wood.

The house was also silent.

The gang thugs and minions who were killed fell to the ground in various shapes, but they were basically wiped on their necks. The messy corpses filled almost all the places where they could stay. It didn't look like it was possible for any living mouth to fall.

Quiet like a grave.

But this does not mean that no clues will be left. Loren frowned and searched carefully on the blood stained floor, trying not to miss any abnormalities. The dark pupils kept focusing and zooming, trying to find something ”different” from those blood stains.

The note written to Alto Bellini was intentional, but he did not expect that it would cause such a fierce reaction from the talented alchemist, which was greatly beyond his expectation.

Now that the other party has done this step, it will certainly spare no effort to destroy itself, because Loren himself will do the same. If a potential enemy with strong hostility and threat cannot cooperate temporarily, it must be eliminated, otherwise it will leave serious disasters.

After all, no one wants to have an all-weather plan to kill your enemy, don't they?

So we must not leave any flaws and opportunities for the enemy, especially... Huh? Picking his eyebrows, Lauren squatted down and looked a little dignified.

Though as like as two peas on the floor, it does not mean that each one is the same. The time of condensation will change the color of blood, while the fresh blood covered with the original blood will be blurred, but still leave traces.

At the foot, it is very obvious that it extends forward from the gate, blocked by several bodies in the front and back, and then to the stairs. The amount of bleeding is very huge - so the conclusion is that a gangster did not die directly after serious injury, but struggled for a long time, and climbed all the way to the second floor after the mercenaries left.

For a dying man, it takes an extremely strong will to do this. He must know that after climbing such a long distance, he has absolutely no way to live, but he still has to finish it.

So... Whatever he wants to do, this person is a potential threat to himself, a time bomb. Frowning, Loren looked at the dead people in the house behind him, walked up the stairs expressionless, and came to the door of a house along the blood.

Loren had guessed who was in the room.

When the door was opened, the dark red blood extended to the deepest part of the house. The scarred man named Luca, who had the same name as an elf war dancer, was sitting on the chair originally belonging to fansteno, panting with a bloodless face, holding a top-grade Heather pipe in his mouth, and hanging a smile of contentment.

”You're here at last, master Ayn Rand.” scarred face was as angry as a man, and his hoarse voice was a little proud: ”I've been waiting for you until now.”

”There are some things I must tell you before I die!”

In the dilapidated wooden house, verlo Bellini, who was tied to a chair, hung his head on his chest, and his wounded limbs were still twitching slightly.

Edward, the night watchman standing in front of him, hugged his shoulders and looked at the extremely precious prisoner with a complex expression. His mood was even worse than he expected.

”What's the situation? How much does he know?”

Peter FASA, who should have been ”hanged”, stood there as if nothing had happened. He looked at weierluo, who had passed out. He was more or less worried: ”are you sure he won't wake up suddenly?”

”You can rest assured that he is no different from the dead in two quarters of an hour, except for his heartbeat and pulse,” Edward replied casually, his eyes still fixed on alto's mentor.

Peter nodded. Edward, who was born in the gutter lane, was the most proficient in interrogation among the remaining people. Since he promised, there would be no problem: ”your expression looks strange.”