40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 14 14. The Dance of the Rainy Night ([-])

There are 36 guard posts in total.

Khalil stared at the night scene below, and calmly rubbed the blade with the index fingers of both hands against the wrist and palm vertically downward.

The slight sound of rubbing did not escape Ghost's ears. He lowered his head, glanced at Kalil's hands folded in the cloak, and nodded thoughtfully.

On the roof of the high-rise building, there is a howling cold wind blowing past. Tonight is different from the past, it seems to be colder.

There are many spiers stacked together eeriely below, and not far away there is a seemingly empty apartment. It is very dilapidated now, but it does not prevent Khalil from seeing its former glory from a few details.

On the main body of the apartment, there are a few surviving fragmented windows that reflect the brilliant brilliance of the neon lights, reflecting an unpleasant broken brilliance, and several shadowy black figures flash past behind.

The old town is like that, much more spooky than the new one, and without those billboards from factories. In fact, nearly half of the old town doesn't even have electricity.

"Wait, Khalil?" the ghost asked softly, hissing.

Khalil did not speak, breathing calmly, but the speed at which his fingers rubbed against the blade became faster and faster.

The ghost gave him a worried look.In his opinion, after that conversation about the 'countdown', Khalil became a little weird.

He doesn't know if this change is good or bad, but he instinctively doesn't like it.

"...No, we won't wait, ghost." Khalil said after a long time. "However, our plans need to change a bit."

The ghost nodded quietly, ready to listen.

"Along the border between the old city and the new city, this group of scum from the Glory Warlords has set up a total of 36 sentry posts along the way. They even set up heavy-firing machine guns, set up scattered patrol teams, and there are checkpoints on the road."

Khalil grinned with a half-smile: "Such a grand welcome ceremony is really flattering. Do you know what it means, Ghost?"

"I don't know." Ghost replied. "But what do you need me to do, Khalil?"

His words made Khalil turn his head, and the ghost's expression at the moment turned out to be a bit complicated——after a while, he spoke slowly.

"This means that people from the Scolewalker family are coming tonight."

"There is only one road connecting Quintus's new city to the old city. The Glory Warlords cannot block it for too long. Other gangs that also have the support of nobles also need this road to do things."

"So, it's tonight, ghost."

"What do you need me to do?" Ghost asked again. "I'm ready, Khalil."

"No, don't ask me what I should do, ghost."

Khalil shook his head: "Everyone has their own opinions and thoughts. You don't have to rely on my plan to act all the time. This is just a job. You and I are partners and we are equals."

The ghost looked at him blankly.

"So, tonight I want to give you free rein."

Khalil smiled slightly. "The 36 sentry posts are all entrusted to you. Regardless of the method, ghost, I will cover up your voice for you. As for the people of the Skelewalker family...let me handle it."

He laughed lowly, his voice dissipating in the cold wind of Nostramo's late night, like broken words, or the whisper of a monster.

Then, with the blue light in his eyes, he jumped down, and disappeared into the dark night in the sight of the ghost.
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Act alone.

the second time.

Play freely.

the first time.

Ghost blinked, heart pounding.He quickly realized this, so he imitated Khalil's deep breathing and took a few deep breaths.

The cold and foul-smelling air entered his lungs, but when he exhaled it, there was no smell, and it even turned into warm mist and dissipated in the air.

Ghost doesn't know what this means yet, he just thinks it's fun to do so, and it's really effective.

However, 36 sentry posts.

how should I do?
Ghost squatted down and stroked the top of the gargoyle's head.He didn't name the gargoyle, not because he didn't like its corroded, pitted ugliness, but because of its mutilation.

It is missing a horn.

For some reason, the ghost didn't want to name it, not at all.He didn't want to use a code name to replace what the gargoyle looked like in his mind.

In this way, he slowly stroked the pitted gargoyle under his feet, until the latter's bronze head was completely warmed by the temperature of his palm, the ghost opened his mouth and said goodbye to it.

"Goodbye, Mr. Gargoyle with a broken horn."

The ghost leaned down politely and whispered in the gargoyle's ear, "I'm going to clear 36 sentry posts, can you wish me luck?"

The gargoyle didn't answer.

It still stared down sinisterly, its fangs protruding from its bronze lips, and its sharp claws caressing the thick stone pier under its feet.It didn't answer the ghost's words, but the ghost made an appearance of listening carefully.

After a while, he blinked and suddenly laughed.

The ghost patted the gargoyle's head affectionately, then stood up, and jumped down in the same posture as Khalil.

The robe made of rags was rattled by the strong wind, and the cold mist that was forced to condense hit his face, but he didn't even blink his eyes.

Soon, he landed.To be precise, it landed on the roof of a certain house.Then he started to run, this time, his footsteps were silent and soundless, and there was a stretching power blooming in his body.

Jump - climb - stay and watch.During the 3-minute raid, the ghost quietly came to the top of a minaret.

Before this, Khalil had passed all the sentries with him without a sound, and the ghost silently noted all the positions and anything else that might be useful.

Khalil said, be cautious.

Subtle voices came from below, and two people were talking.Specter listened patiently, trying to obtain some useful information, but found nothing.

He didn't want to know what methods to please men and women respectively, which didn't help him in what he was going to do next.

So he moved on.

The ghost's movements were very cautious and careful, the nails did not get stuck in the cracks of the bricks and tiles, but only slightly pierced.Before each descent, he even double-checked to see if the foothold could really hold his weight.

Fortunately for him, the building materials of this minaret are also solid.

Soon, without sound, he climbed over a window on the steeple.The window was open, and a long, black gun barrel protruded from it, and smoke lingered, pouring out of the window and scattering in all directions.

"...Like I said, Bangor, you're really out of your league here."

A hoarse female voice said bitterly.

"There are technical institutes everywhere in Quintus. Even if you don't want to pay, you can go to the downtown area and find a few people to solve it. After that, you can sell them to the butcher shop to make money. Why do you have to chase after that shanty? The women in the district won't let go? She's as thin as a fucking rib!"

"She's different, Knowles, she's different."

Bangor stammered in reply. "I think she's special, really, she has beautiful eyes."

"Everyone's fucking eyes are black! What can you see? Stop being an idiot here, Bangor. By the way, did you run to deliver something to her a few days ago?"

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"Answer me, Bangor!"

"Yes, I sent a smoked thigh over"

"Which company's goods?"

"The Gerturis family."

"Damn it, you idiot, you're taking the smoked goods from the Gerturis family to a shantytown civilian. The other gangs will laugh at us. I can't stand it. When this trip is over, I will Take you to find that woman."

"No, no, don't! Don't, Knowles, don't—"

"—Don't worry about it? You're not the brat you used to be! You're now a member of the Glory Warlord. Let me tell you, Bangor, you have no choice!"

Hearing this, Ghost frowned.

He couldn't fully understand what the two men were talking about, but he keenly heard a kind of indifference from the woman named Knowles that he couldn't bear.

She did not treat the workers and civilians in the shantytowns as adults.

This made Ghost very unhappy.

He doesn't like it.

Ghost let go of his left hand, and his body freely rotated along with the force of gravity.The sharp and hard nails of his right hand left deep marks on the masonry of the steeple, and with his rotation, it even became a deep circle.

Then, he jumped and entered the room through the window.Ghost didn't intend to hide his arrival, but he still overestimated the reaction speed of those two people.Or rather, he underestimated what he could do.

The first second he entered the room, Ghost had already strangled the head of the woman named Knowles with his slender right hand, pulled it lightly, and blood spattered.

As for the man named Bangor
In the sight of ghosts, his expression has changed slightly.From worry and embarrassment to deep fear, his mouth is opening and closing, and it seems that he is still in the stage of trying to persuade Knowles not to go to other people's troubles.

"Goodbye, Bangor."

The ghost nodded at him. "Khalil said that some of you are not born bad, you just joined the gang because you had no other choice, but things have changed since then, and we can't forgive you for the dead."

The ghost swung his left hand and ended Bangor's life.

He knew many ways to kill, but he chose to give Bangor the fastest and almost painless sleep.

There are 35 more.

Throwing down Knowles' head, he wiped the blood with his robe.The ghost came to the window of the steeple.He glanced at the pitch-black firearm with a long barrel, stretched out his hand, and forcibly cut off the barrel with his nails.

He turned over, sat on the window sill, and began to cut the front end of the gun barrel with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand in turn.Half a minute later, it had changed from a heavy barrel to a sharp, pitch-black spike.

Ghost held it, imitating Khalil's appearance and swinging the barrel, the sharp sound of piercing the air was fleeting.Its length does not actually meet the requirements of the ghost. Khalil's knife can leave a long blade part when it fits the wrist and palm.

However, this is enough.

Ghost smiled with satisfaction, then jumped down and disappeared into the night.

Tonight is still a long time, and there are 35 sentry posts waiting for his visit.

(End of this chapter)