It was already dusk when William entered Pendulum City again.

Since there are no foreign floating population, compared with Amos' night, it can almost be called quiet here. There was no lighting in the square, and it was completely immersed in darkness. Except for the changing of the sentry and the occasional three-person patrol passing by, there was no human presence. Pendulum City implements militarized management and also has curfew regulations. After nightfall, people's activities are all confined to the building. This is to use the most streamlined and effective defense against the crisis of wilderness night.

Dim light shines through the open windows and doors, and the voices of loud and laughing people can be heard faintly. If one ignores the machine guns erected on the outer chest ramparts and the icy and tough outlines of chariots on the square that even the darkness cannot completely engulf, Pendulum City at night looks more like a warm and peaceful town.

William only stayed on the edge of the city for a few minutes before he found a defensive gap. Entering this city again, he felt a little different, less cold, more doubtful and puzzled. But this doubt is not enough to make him stop his current actions. As a lone hunter, William never wanted to be an enemy of a big company, such as a company like Roxelland. However, there are no absolutes.

William was often deceived when he was on a mission, and the reward for almost every mission was deducted. This is the sorrow of the lone hunter in the wilderness, and it is also the practice of settlements and companies. In the first few years, William's choice was to endure. After patience, comes revenge. When the deduction exceeds the limit of tolerance, or some people even attempt to kill themselves, no matter whether it is a settlement or even a small company, William will not hesitate to choose revenge. The scope and degree of revenge depended on a balance in William's heart.

Lucas is right, the revenge of the lonely wolf of the wasteland is sometimes fatal. And William's revenge, if he wanted to, was fatal.

William knows that plunder is the nature of almost every human being. Tolerance can never protect one's own interests. Only fear can restrain the greed in people's hearts.

There have been countless times when William has been recruited by large organizations, many of whom are bigger than Roxelland. But every time he chose to refuse. He is not lofty, nor is he persistent, but he knows that his body is special. William, who used to be a hunter, knew the price that a brand new mutant species might sell to big companies, although he didn't know what price these companies would charge for a human being who got the ability instead of the usual collapse as a result of the mutation , but it is at least conceivable. The value of William's body far exceeds the value of the services he can currently provide.

So, year after year, William wandered alone in the wilderness, struggling to improve his abilities.

All of William's evolutionary points are obtained from the line of life and death, and all his abilities are tempered in the process of survival. People from big companies like Lucas, or dark dragonriders like Laiknar, most of their evolution points come from mature formula medicines, and the corresponding abilities have specialized and systematic training. It takes practice to master it. Every step they took with ease, William may need to silently struggle alone for several months to get it.

Therefore, a lone wolf in the wilderness is always more dangerous than a hound.

When patrolling Pendulum City, William didn't bring an anti-aircraft machine gun, and he didn't even have a piece of metal on him. With the cover of night, and in the complex environment of the city, William no longer needs weapons, and any weapons in the hands of the enemy can be regarded as his. Instead, what he needs to be wary of is advanced detection equipment like metal detectors.

William was sneaking in the darkness, gradually moving towards the headquarters building of Roxland Corporation. There are no extra materials and energy in the wilderness to set up suspicious positions. Therefore, from the distribution of security forces and the direction of power supply lines, the center of Pendulum City can be easily determined. Under infrared vision, none of the secret whistles lurking everywhere could escape his detection.

William observed the traveling route of the mobile sentry for a while, selected a blind spot, and began to climb up the wall of the headquarters building. Instead of going up the drainpipe, he went straight up the window. As long as he borrows some strength from the window sill or the window frame, William's body will rise several meters and climb to the window on the upper floor. A window on the ninth floor was open. William entered the room silently, stood in front of the fire escape diagram posted on the back of the door for a while, and then left the room.

There are surveillance camera systems everywhere inside the building, making William's every step very hard. Sometimes, he had to crawl like a gecko at the corner between the ceiling and the wall to pass through the dead corner of the monitoring system. In some seemingly empty corridors, there are actually dense detection infrared rays. For William, who has infrared vision, these traps are not a problem at all.

It has been the third day since the patrol car was attacked. During the three peaceful days, nothing happened. The members of the Roxland company gradually returned to normal life, and they began to accept a rumor that has recently spread that a very powerful hunter attacked the company's patrol car with the purpose of the anti-aircraft machine gun on the car that is difficult to get elsewhere . The soldiers who experienced that night swore that they had never seen a shooter who could use an anti-aircraft machine gun like a sniper rifle, but the attacker that night was obviously such a person.

Although it was dark at night, people in the headquarters building were still busy. The lights in the laboratory are still brightly lit, and many researchers are still busy working. The bar on the basement floor became lively, and people who had worked hard all day began to release the fatigue accumulated for a long time.

In the corner of the bar, Sophia occupied a table by herself, with empty wine bottles piled up in front of her. She stared at the empty glass in front of her and took several sips, only to realize that there was actually nothing in the glass. She took a wine bottle casually and poured it into the glass for a long time, but she didn't realize that it was actually just an empty wine glass.

Sophia fell asleep on the table before she could drink a glass of wine. If in other places, a young girl like her drunk in a bar, the fate is self-evident. But this is the company's headquarters, and the bar is full of men with lust but no guts, no one dares to take advantage of her.

Lucas entered the bar at the same time as the previous two days, and also saw Sophia passed out drunk. Same as the previous two days, Lucas stepped forward to pick up Sophia and walked out of the bar. The elevator was still on the top floor, so he didn't wait. Sophia's room was on the seventh floor of the building, and it was easier to take the fire escape.

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Sophia's room is very large, with a total of four rooms inside and outside, with complete facilities. It's just that as a woman's room, the style is a bit scary, except for some special operations or fighting clothes, there are all kinds of guns and knives.

Lucas threw the unconscious Sophia on the bed, then threw himself on the sofa in the room, and started to smoke silently. A cigarette was quickly burned out, and he left Sophia's room, carefully closing the door behind him.

And on the fifth floor, Husserl stands in the steaming bathroom, humming a tune, lathering his face, and shaving carefully in front of a mirror. This kind of thing that every man would do in the old days has now become a symbol of privilege and luxury. It took nearly ten minutes before Husserl finished grooming his beard, put on his bathrobe, and walked into the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Husserl froze immediately. He then smiled wryly, shrugged, and said, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

William sat on the sofa and nodded.

He is sitting in Husserl's favorite seat. Every day before going to bed, Husserl likes to have a drink and read a book here.

Husserl took out a small wine bottle and two glasses from the wine cabinet in the outer room, filled them up, put a glass in front of William, sat down opposite William, and said: "1980 brandy, this is really good wine. "

William just smelled the strong aroma of the wine, but didn't touch the glass of wine. He stared at Husserl and asked slowly, "Your position in the company is high?"

Although William's eyes were very beautiful, Husserl still didn't want to be so stared at by the blue eyes. Under William's sight, not only was the bathrobe unable to provide the slightest protective effect, Husserl even felt that the flesh that was no longer strong on his body seemed to be peeling off bit by bit.

At such a close distance, Husserl clearly saw the coldness in William's eyes, in which there was no tolerance or kindness at all. Decades of experience have taught Husserl that it's best not to lie at this time.

"I'm the executive director of Roxland Corporation." Husserl answered truthfully, but he played a trick. He hoped that William, like most young people in the new era, did not understand the company structure and position settings in the old era. Roxland is a retro-style company, and its structure and operation are not much different from the old days.

"Well, real executives." Husserl was taken aback by William's answer. In any case, this should not be the knowledge that hunters and mercenaries will have.

"Why hunt me down?" William's next question went straight to the core.

Husserl hesitated for a moment, and then saw a cold light in William's eyes. He sighed, stood up, took out a few photos from the old-fashioned briefcase on the bedside, and placed them in front of William. "It is said that this thing came from you. I heard that you are an excellent hunter, so you should know the value of this thing."

William looked at these photos carefully, and Husserl even had some doubts. He seemed to engrave these photos into his mind.

"Where did the sample come from, be more specific." William put the photo in his pocket, not intending to return it to Husserl at all.

"It was one of our agents in Aasimo who discovered these samples first..." Husserl just started, William suddenly leaned forward, covered Husserl's mouth with his right hand, and pressed Husserl's right hand on the coffee table with his left hand face, and pressed Husserl's middle finger with a glass full of spirits. William's slender, white left hand erupted with unimaginable strength, and with the sound of a click, Husserl's middle finger was completely crushed!

The unimaginable pain caused Husserl to scream out involuntarily, but William pressed them all back. William's hand even covered his nose firmly, preventing him from even humming. Husserl's face quickly turned from red to purple, and then he passed out.

William didn't move.

After a few seconds, Husserl woke up again in great pain. His right hand seemed to be nailed to the coffee table, unable to move at all. He passed out again.

After fainting and waking up, after repeated several times, Husserl finally got used to the pain. With cold sweat all over his head, he was able to stiffen himself and not cry out. This old man, who was close to sixty years old and without any ability enhancement, was able to adapt to this inhuman pain in just two minutes, and William was also a little impressed. William let go of his right hand, poured another glass of wine for Husserl, and held the glass to his mouth. Husserl shuddered and drank it, the alcohol lessening his pain a bit. But William's left hand still didn't move at all.

"Don't lie to me." William said calmly, "Now tell me where these samples came from."

Husserl didn't know how much William knew, but years of experience told him that it's best not to lie about the general direction, so he told everything he knew exactly, omitting a lot of details of course.

Much to his dismay, William nodded and said, "You didn't tell everything, but it's not a lie. The sample is from that pistol of mine, isn't it?"

"Yes." Husserl's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and William's left hand was still pressing his right hand like a steel vise.

"Besides Lucas, where did the other two people who hunted me come from?" William remained calm.

Husserl endured the pain, explained the origins of Laiknar and O'Brien, and told what Roxelland exchanged. When he heard the formula of the fifth-level ability, William said lightly: "Hand it over."

"That's impossible!" Husserl gasped, "That's not a set of potions, but a complete formula. With the formula, Roxelland can produce potions, and thus possess the real fifth-level ability that belongs to the company! The formula is in the headquarters , I can’t carry that kind of thing with me. To take out the formula from the headquarters, you must get the approval of the board of directors, otherwise, even the chairman of the board of directors can’t do it!”

"The address of the headquarters."

Husserl's eyes widened: "You're crazy!"

"The address of the headquarters."

Looking into William's calm eyes, Husserl could only give in and reported the address of the company's headquarters.

"Now, tell me everything you know about the Black Dragonriders."

Husserl already knew William's simple and direct style, and it seemed that William would never allow him to deal with the injured finger until he finished answering the questions. The twitching pain in his fingers made him likely to faint at any moment. He could only answer as concisely and completely as possible.

The Dark Dragonrider is a mysterious organization. No one knows how many people it has or where its headquarters are, at least not in the ranks of Roxelland's executives, even though Roxelland and the Dark Dragonrider have been trading for more than ten years. Everyone who knows the Dark Dragonriders has a common impression of this mysterious organization, that is, it is powerful, unimaginably powerful!

There are not many official members of the Dark Dragonriders, but each dragonrider has many retinues. Since then, it is somewhat similar to the ancient chivalry system in the old age and the Middle Ages. These retinues are more of a nature between servants and slaves. It is said that some extremely powerful dragonriders even have close to a thousand followers! Adding together the dragon riders and subordinates, it was a terrifying number. Like William's personal experience, the servants of the Dark Dragonriders are definitely not just decorations to show their status.

Every Black Dragon Knight is a big shot.

Apart from their own outstanding strength, most of the knights in the Dark Dragonriders come from big families with huge human and financial resources, and such families are not something that Roxelland can afford. A small number of dragonriders who are not from aristocratic families cannot be offended. Obviously, without the support of the family, it must have the potential to be amazing or have the strength to stabilize the dragonriders of other aristocratic families. Dragon Knight's acknowledgment.

As far as Husserl knew, the Dark Dragonriders seemed to be an armed force subordinate to a certain organization. And this organization that can set up and drive the Dark Dragonriders, as well as the families behind countless Dark Dragonriders, has an almost immeasurable potential power.

This legendary behemoth is said to be called the Blood Parliament.

William sat quietly without further questions. Husserl observed carefully, but did not notice any fluctuations in his blue eyes. The old man was suddenly a little inexplicably disappointed, and for the first time began to regret it. Maybe Lucas was right, this was a lone wolf who shouldn't be messed with.

In the past fifty years, Husserl has witnessed the changes of a great era and met many people of all kinds. But he had never seen a man quite like William. Although he lost his right eye, and the criss-cross bandages covered most of his face, the exposed parts of William, such as the blue left eye, or the smooth and soft hands, are no longer beautiful or delicate. It can be described in simple words, it is perfect beyond the limits of Husserl's imagination!

Chilling perfection.

The sound of water dripping sounded in the quiet bedroom. It was the sound of blood flowing from Husserl's hand spilling over the edge of the coffee table and dripping onto the ground. After listening to this crashing sound for a long time, Husserl unexpectedly found that he was still very peaceful.

"It seems that I have caused a lot of trouble." William finally spoke, his eyes became deeper, and his voice became more melodious and magnetic.

"Very big trouble." Husserl added for William, "Roosevelt family is a famous big family, and Laikner you killed is a very important figure in the younger generation of that family. He and O'Brien is only a junior knight in the Dark Dragonriders. From my understanding, this mission is just a trial for young knights, but something happened during the trial. Unfortunately, maybe The scope of activities of the Dark Dragonriders is quite limited, but the Blood Parliament is different. I believe that there are too many companies or organizations willing to do their best just to get a little goodwill from the Blood Parliament." William was silent, and his tranquil eyes couldn't see it at all.