Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1384: Kill When You Kill

[Nick is tied up, stuffed and speechless, with only one leg left to move. He struggled to get up, hooked Ellen's foot again, and fell to the ground again. He seemed to have given up on this inconclusive action and could only sit on the ground with his eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.

Alan sat down with a smile and looked straight at Morocco. "I believe you heard yesterday that we were attacked at 34th Street."

Morocco nodded and subconsciously glanced at the door. There was not a sound outside. There was such a big commotion in the room, but his trusted aide, Youjia, had not been seen for a long time. He was afraid that even if he did not die, he would still be controlled by someone else. The merchant thought to himself and said, "I have heard of this matter. I originally intended to send people to support my lord." However, I heard that the one who attacked was the City Lord Gurant, so it would be hard for me to interfere. Furthermore, I believe that with Sir's strength, a mere army of a hundred people will not be able to trap a few of you. "The truth is the same, but I didn't expect Gurant to hire a few assassination unions and even send another 500 troops."

"I won't be able to care much about that. However, when my men arrived at 40th Street, they heard that the lord and your family had disappeared. That's why they gave up."

This exchange of answers was flawless, and Morocco was not blabbering. In the latter part of yesterday's round-up operation, he did send a team out and indeed went to 40th Street. However, these people weren't here to support Alan, they were only here to gather information.

Alan said "oh", but the smile on his face did not change at all. Morocco's scalp went numb, and Ellen didn't even show his face, making it impossible for him to guess what the communist lord of the wasteland was thinking. It was precisely because of this that Ellen no longer trusted him. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to come to his door at this time, nor would he have an unfathomable expression on his face.

'"Mr. Morocco is considerate. Fortunately, we have some luck. In the end, we managed to escape. However, it is no longer appropriate for us to stay in the city for long. At most, we will leave Mokedan at dusk. Before we leave, do you have any news about what Mr. Morocco asked for me?" Alan changed the subject.

Morocco smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my lord." As for the secret weapon that Bali brought, due to the limited time available, that incident happened yesterday, so I only managed to get a glimpse of it. That weapon is now stored in the military warehouse of Mockdale, which is heavily guarded, making it very difficult for my men to infiltrate. "If you give me some more time, I believe I can deduce a rough idea by sidestepping."

'"So it seems that I have gained very little from coming to Mokedan this time. Let's not talk about anything else. If I don't find the guy who leaked my whereabouts and get stared at by such invisible eyes, I'll have trouble sleeping and eating. You're right, Mr. Morocco."

Morocco could only laugh dryly.

Alan patted his head and said, "Look at my memory. I can't find out what Mr. Nick told Lord Gurant." "I believe Mr. Nick will give me other clues. How about this, Mr. Nick? Just tell me where your news came from, and I'll have someone send you out of the city safely and send you a batch of green crystals to help you rise again. What do you think?"

Nick's eyes lit up when he heard this. He nodded desperately. He looked at Morocco and the latter's heart skipped a beat, wondering if Nick knew that he had deliberately leaked the news to him. If he told the landlord, he wouldn't have to leave the shop today. Alan bent down and removed the contents of Nick's mouth. Although Morocco's vision was blocked, it looked like Nick was whispering something to Alan.

Alan then looked at him, the smile on his face gradually disappearing, and his eyes also became cold. Morocco knew that it was going to be bad, so it couldn't care less. It roared loudly and jumped up, raising its arm like lightning. There was already an elegant beam pistol in his hand. Unfortunately, before he could fire, Alan flicked his finger. A gray light flashed and cut off one of Morocco's arms.

Morocco screamed and retreated, knocking over a chair. When he saw the smile on Alan's face again, he slowly raised his body. When he saw Nick behind him, Morocco's pupils shrank. Nick didn't say anything at all, because his neck was grabbed by Alan's hand, and his expression was so painful that he couldn't make a sound. Morocco's face instantly turned ashen. He knew that he had already given Alan one.

Alan gagged Nick's mouth again. After letting him go, he patted his jacket and stood up. "Why did you do that?" He said calmly.

"Why did you do this?" Morocco has risked it now, he laughed maniacally: "It took me thirty years to get from nothing to today's glory." Do you know how hard this is? But now, because of you, all of this is about to be wiped out. I won't agree! I will never allow such a thing to happen, so you must die! "Hateful, that Gurant is simply a piece of cake. He actually messed up on his own territory. What a bastard!"

Allen looked at the fierce Baltic and suddenly felt a little pity for him for some reason. Ellen shook his head and said, "You're wrong. If it weren't for the support of the Forgotten Realm, you would have reached this level. Since you have received support from the Forgotten Realm, what should you pay for it? You're just avoiding it."

"Whatever you say, I'm already in your hands anyway. Do whatever you want!"

"Of course I will. Do you think I will let you off?" Alan raised his hand and pointed at Morocco. "There are still quite a few pieces like you. I hope they can learn a lesson from you. As for your property, don't worry. The great merchant Morocco will still be alive. It's just that it's not you."

Morocco shouted, "No, it's mine "

His voice stopped abruptly.

An intermittent grey light pierced through his forehead. The divine light in his eyes gradually disappeared and he collapsed to the ground. A moment later, a drop of blood gushed out from between his eyebrows. It seemed that his injuries were minor, but if he pried open his head, he would find that the void secret flames had already burned it to ashes.

In the room, Nick's eyes were filled with fear. He looked at Alan in panic, his mouth wailing. Alan knew what he wanted to say and shook his head as he walked past him. Nick wanted to get up, but a thin wound opened on his neck and blood sprayed out of it. He could clearly feel his strength and life pouring down from the wound, turning into a corpse in the end.

Alan walked out of the room and Luche was leaning against the wall by the door. The woman looked at him and asked curiously, "Your Excellency's complexion isn't too good?"

"This is the first time I've killed an irresistible fellow, and killing two at a time is indeed uncomfortable." Alan exhaled.

Luche obviously couldn't understand Allen's feelings. In fact, he looked at Allen's life. Along the way, he had killed quite a few strong enemies, but this was indeed the first time he had killed someone who was unable to resist. Of course, even if things were to start from scratch, he would not hesitate to kill the two of them. It's one thing to be uncomfortable, but it's another to be soft-hearted. In Agares, the most important thing was kindness.

Kill when you kill!

'"We will deal with the aftermath. As for what you said, I can do it by pretending to be Morocco and continuing to control his business. But aren't you afraid that Moroccan property will be swallowed up by our pitch-black ball?" Said Luche with a smile. She was not as confused as she had been when she first saw her. Instead, she was extremely shrewd. She had the intention of swallowing Moroccan property, and knew that rather than secretly doing this behind Alan's back, it would be better to say it clearly at the beginning, but it would be more appealing to this young expert.

'Miss Luche is a smart person,' said Alan cheerfully. 'Let's put it this way, even if Miss Luche didn't say so today, I have nothing to say after annexing Moroccan property. Now that you've made it clear, I might as well tell you that I can give you Moroccan property. In return, the pitch-black ball must do something for me.'

"Let me guess, Your Excellency wants to know the background of that secret weapon that was stored in the military warehouse?"

Alan nodded, "We will attack Mokedan soon. It's better to get to the bottom of this city."

"Deal, but at least give us a week. In a week, we will pass the news to Lord through the black heart." Luche raised a finger and said.

Alan ignored them and walked to the lobby of the shop. Morocco's trusted aides were especially soft in the corner. Beside him stood Trisley, who was wiping the blood off the dagger when she heard gunshots coming from behind. She knew that Morocco was the one who had caused it. He immediately wiped Yuka's neck and turned the half-dead expert into a real corpse. Luche looked at Trisley a few more times and said, "My lord, I will arrange for someone to take you out of the city this afternoon. Is there anything else I can do?"

"There's one thing. I need a map of the Mockpill. The more detailed the better."

"This is easy. You can see it before you leave."

As they walked out of the desert boat shop, there were more and more travelers on the streets. However, no one knew that the legendary figure in this street had disappeared from the shop behind the two of them. Even though he would hear his name in the future, that person was no longer Morocco.

Before sunset, a convoy left Mokedan after careful inspection. In one of the land vehicles of the convoy, Alan turned to look at the fortress city behind him. Mo Kedan lay dormant like a giant beast in the wilderness of the setting sun, leaving only a black silhouette for him. He narrowed his eyes, thinking that the next time he saw this city, it should be the time to send troops to attack.

A few days later, Alan returned to the wasteland. At the same time, he received an ultimatum from Mokedan, demanding the Great Wasteland to disband the troops stationed outside Gale City. Otherwise, it would be regarded as a threat. This was a bit of a pre-emptive strike.