In a room of the inn, two investigators met and they talked about the intelligence they had collected during their respective trips.

"Do you think the rebels who caused trouble last night are still in the city?" the short investigator asked.

"No rebels have been caught so far. Based on the intelligence collected during this period, I think some of those rebels should still be in the city." the tall investigator replied.

"I think so too. Those rebels may try something else tonight." The short investigator analyzed.

"I hope you won't come to our area to cause trouble." The tall investigator frowned.

The two chatted for a while, then they put aside the matter about the rebels, left the inn together, and went to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

I have been eating the food in the inn for a long time, so I need a change of taste.

As soon as we arrived at the restaurant and sat down, the two of us finished ordering and waited for the food to be brought out.

Suddenly there was a loud noise at the door, attracting the attention of many guests.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a motorcade was seen passing quickly by the entrance of the restaurant.

This convoy is not a convoy organized by ordinary merchants, because this convoy is protected by many soldiers.

Each truck was loaded with things and covered with gray cloth.

When the convoy left, many people were speculating about what was in the car.

The two investigators are also quite curious, but they currently have no means to obtain more detailed information, so they can only give up.

…………

"belch."

The pig-headed captain, who had eaten enough and had a brown birthmark on his forehead, burped, and then he called the waiter to clear the table.

After everything is done, go to the window, open it and look outside.

The streets are brightly lit, and you can see all the vendors who set up stalls at night.

There were a lot of people shopping, but there was an area where no one passed by.

There was fighting there last night and several buildings were in ruins.

Except for some very curious people who would go and take a look, other ordinary people avoided it for fear of being implicated.

When the waiter was serving food, the pig-headed captain with a brown birthmark on his forehead asked what happened to the affected residents.

The waiter said that the government would provide some compensation, and he could only settle the difference by himself.

The residents who suffered the unthinkable disaster are very sad, but there is currently no other way but to find a construction team to rebuild the damaged houses later.

The pig-headed captain with a brown birthmark on his forehead looked at the place where the battle took place last night, thinking that if something like this happened again, it would be best not to stay around the inn.

The inn was not affected last night, it was just good luck.

If the same thing happens again, Baobuqi Inn will suffer.

Time flies by, and a few hours pass quickly.

Because there are still rebels hiding in the city, there is a curfew at a certain time at night.

The small vendors and shops along the street that had received the curfew order in advance began to close. Pedestrians on the street noticed that there were gradually more soldiers, and began to return home for fear of getting into trouble.

It didn't take long for the busy streets to become deserted.

When the last shop closed its door, the whole street became quiet.

The pig-headed captain with a brown birthmark on his forehead saw the changes on the street, withdrew his gaze, closed the window, and then went back to bed and lay down to rest.

The weather is very good tonight, there is not a single cloud in the sky, and the moonlight from the moon falls well on the ground.

Some places without light are completely dark, and there are things hiding in the dark that are difficult to find.

There was a small forest beside a small river in the city, and a figure walked out of the woods.

This figure was over 1.9 meters tall, and his face was covered with a black cloth, so his appearance could not be clearly seen.

He had a dagger hanging on his waist. He looked up at the sky and stared at the bright moon. He muttered something incomprehensible to himself.

The brightly lit residential houses were darkened, and it was past twelve o'clock at night. Except for the soldiers on patrol, no ordinary people could be seen on the streets.

"I'm going to the toilet." A soldier said to his companions, then left the team and walked to the far corner.

"Are you okay yet?" The other soldiers shouted after waiting for a while and seeing that no one came back.

There was no response from the soldiers who went to the toilet, which made the waiting soldiers impatient.

The captain was very angry and shouted a few more times, but there was still no response at all.

So, the captain led the people to the far corner.

When they arrived, the expressions on their faces instantly became serious and their pupils shrank sharply.

The soldier who went to the toilet fell to the ground. There was a wound on his neck. Blood flowed from the wound, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

"No, there are rebels ambushing us." The captain reacted very quickly. He immediately understood that we were being attacked by rebels, and immediately alerted his companions.
Chapter completed!