Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 57 57. The Assassination of the Layman
Lan En shook off the blood drops on the steel sword of the Bear School, wiped it clean with a rag, and put it back into the scabbard behind it.

There were corpses all over the place, just like the first small camp he had tracked by scent.

"This is the fourth one. It should be enough."

The young witcher muttered to himself.

Mentos in his head confirmed his calculation.

"73% chance, sir. Big enough."

"In the final analysis, they set up guard posts in the form of changing shifts every two days. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they can't use beacon warnings. This is impossible to achieve the effect of quickly transmitting information. It's just interception and warning."

"Clearing four guard posts is enough to ensure the smooth flow of this passage."

After speaking, Mentos added something rigorously.

"Of course, this probability will only take effect after you actually successfully save someone. And as you get injured and affect the efficiency of your actions, this probability will drop off a cliff."

"I understand, but you also know that this kind of talk doesn't scare me."

The dense forest was rustling, and amidst the shaking of the branches and leaves, the witcher's footsteps sounded, and his back slowly disappeared in the shade of the trees again.

All the way downhill.

Relying on the information obtained through torture at the four sentry posts, Lan En already had a rough understanding of their base camp, the secret port.

The standing number ranges from 50 to [-] people. Among them, there are groups of cannibals, but there are also cannibals who don't know each other.

According to them, "This is a buyer brought in by the 'head eaters'. The business is very big, so it is normal for them to send a group of people to follow."

Thinking of this, Lan En sneered.

The cannibals must have lost their brains to believe such words.

Most of the cannibals, who are the main force in the business, were sent to the outer guard posts, and only a small number of them were allowed to return to the port during shift breaks.

This is called "Paibo people follow"?This is simply treating cannibals as wage earners!
But for the witcher, these are not the top priorities.

Child abduction, cannibalism, whatever.

Lan En's marching speed was planned, and just when the sky was getting dark, he followed the enemy's confession and came to this base camp.

The perimeter defense here was not as complete as imagined, which allowed Lan En to bow his waist and look around some scenes in the camp from the bushes.

Presumably, they have already set up many sentries on the periphery.

Human resources are also precious resources, and their criminal gang of hundreds of people can exist in Waylon is already outrageous.

The resources of an organization are limited, and it is normal to consider the pros and cons and weigh the pros and cons.

"The situation is far more optimistic than expected. Mentos, it seems that there is no need for us to argue."

The amber cat's eyes moved alertly.

The area of ​​the camp is not large, about [-] square meters.

A small port was built near the sea, and several small boats that could swim in the shallows were docked there.

It is estimated that the shipping method they adopted is: the goods are put on a small ship at the port, and a large ship is arranged to pick up the goods in the deep water area far away.

In the camp, most of the armed personnel lived in simple tents. The residence was crescent-shaped, half-enclosing a dark wooden cage-like prison.

There is the largest tent in the middle of the crescent, which should be the position of the leader.

They didn't care about the lighting of the prison block, because the other side of the block was not surrounded by the sea.

And light at night was a luxury until civilization developed the electric light.

Candles, kerosene, firewood... These inconspicuous things are money!
Whether it was Zhinao or Lan En, they seemed to have forgotten this matter in their nervous mood.

Therefore, in the eyes of a modern person like Lan En, not only was the prison area completely dark, but even the dormitory area for the armed personnel could only be called "dark".

A few fixed fires, and a dozen or so patrol officers here and there each hold a torch. This is all the lighting measures.

Darkness is the advantage of a demon hunter.

Mentos also suddenly relaxed when he saw the camp.

It's so dark in here. It's just awesome!

Now the subject doesn't have to work hard.

"The rescue success rate has increased by 30%, sir. But I think you should still covertly remove more than one-third of the armed personnel in this camp to be safe."

Damn, you bastards!You know how I feel looking at that mood graph all the way is like looking at the fuse of a bomb? !

Let me die in peace!

There is no doubt that the biological brain can learn swear words.

It's just that according to the People's Federation Education Law, they cannot be announced in the communication with children.

Lan En heard a little excitement in Mentos' intelligent voice.

But he himself felt the same way. The target he wanted to rescue was in that dark prison area. He was very close now.

He took off the silver sword behind him and put it on the ground.

He tightened the scattered iron buckles on his body again, so that the armor and scattered equipment would not jingle due to movement.

Finally, Lan En took out a bottle of potion from the alchemy leather bag.

The overall texture is translucent milky white, but there seems to be a black sticky sediment at the very bottom.

The potion [cat], grants the demon hunter low-light vision.

Demon hunters have a pair of cat's eyes, but under normal circumstances they only increase their power of observation. Only by drinking potions can they temporarily gain super-light-sensitive vision.

"Phew - I didn't expect that apart from the grass trial, the first potion to enter the body would be this."

Lan En exhaled lightly, then raised his head to drink from the mouth of the bottle to his upper lip.

The strange feeling of the potion entering the body felt strange and familiar, and the corner of Lan En's mouth twitched lightly, and the pain caused by the poison was endured.

From under the neckline of the armor, the black toxin, or medicinal power, spread all the way from the blood vessels to the face.

Finally near the eye socket, this vascular dense point converges.

Now Lan En's face was pale, his eye sockets were deep black, and he looked more like a monster that should be hunted by him.

This is because the potion he drank was not too toxic, and even his eyeballs would turn pure black.

This face after taking drugs is also a major reason why demon hunters are discriminated against.

He pulled out the hunting knife from his back waist, grabbed the ground and wiped the blade and his steel armguard.

This is one of the few reflective spots on his body that is exposed.

"Here we go, Mentos!"

Lan En bent over and approached the secret port. His heavy armor made him look like a black bear tiptoeing around.

Anyone who has actually used a torch at night without auxiliary lighting will understand that this thing is really weak as a light source.

A patrolman walked to the outskirts of the camp according to the route, with the torch stretched out and scanned around before preparing to change places.

Lan En was less than ten meters in front of him, quietly watching the man turn around.

He could even see the oily shine off the guy's hair.

The demon hunter's physical fitness was stronger than normal, allowing Lan En to walk faster than ordinary people even with his waist bent.

In the darkness, a pair of hands stretched out, covering the mouth and nose of the patrolman from behind arrogantly, pulled it over, and cut the throat with a "stab".

Just like the killer in the movie.

Lane thought so.

But there are also "points" that are different.
The struggling human beings seemed to burst out with stronger strength in the first few seconds of the dying state.

His body began to resist, scratch and twitch instinctively.

Lan En even had to bind his hands and legs, so as not to make him make too much movement.

The hand holding the torch was directly held by the demon hunter so as not to shake the torch.

Cutting the throat won't kill you right away, and Lan En didn't pay attention to this problem before.

Because he is more proficient in frontal sword fighting, it only takes half a second to cut his throat and then stab his chest and behead his head.

But during the assassination, Lan En's cotton armor was soaked with blood for half a minute after the throat was cut.

He had cleared four camps before, and the enemy didn't even touch him during the battle.

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