Under the blood moon, the already scarlet room blended into the moonlight, making it impossible to tell whether it was reality or a dream.
The girl sleeping on the bed was affected by the bullets, and the quilt covered with blood was stained with blood, and she was shaking weakly. However, she still did not wake up because she was controlled by unknown drugs given by the rebels.
Therefore, in the silent room, only Yager, who had finished piercing the physical blood bottle, and the old man in the corner looked at each other quietly.
Blood therapy bottles bring rapid recovery.
Almost as soon as the blood was pushed into the body, he felt the restoration of vitality and was in unusually good condition.
Now, he is quite healthy
Not very healthy.
Yager closed his eyes, suppressed the surging emotions again, and tried not to raise his hand to chop down all the people in the area.
But the corners of his mouth turned up almost uncontrollably.
He smiled and looked at the last Kavitua believer in the room:
"Now, tell me? What are you planning?"
The scarlet room, the broken corpse, and the smiling young man combine to form a horrifying but inhumanly strange and beautiful scene.
If there was a painter here, this scene might become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.
Of course, it’s the kind that the church will seal if they see it.
Yager left this old man behind intentionally. He seemed to be the smartest among the rebels. Judging from the previous words, the transmitter in his hand should have been made by him.
In this case, it is reasonable to infer that his status in the cult should not be low.
You will know something about the location of Kavitua and the distribution of believers.
A few steps away, the old ventriloquist stood silently on the spot for a few seconds. Among the few rebels he followed, there were many Beyonders who had already begun to have strong combat capabilities, but they all disappeared at a shocking speed.
in the world.
Even effective resistance is difficult to form.
With this understanding, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed, and his masseter muscles suddenly moved.
The breath of life suddenly declined!
Completely unexpected.
The situation took a turn for the worse, and Yager, who was watching from the opposite side, couldn't help but be stunned: "?"
"???"
"!!!"
Poison hidden in the roof of your mouth?!
The smile on his lips froze for a moment.
Give me a physical break from the clue by committing suicide, right?
unacceptable!!!
In the corner of the narrow and chaotic room, the old man vomited out large amounts of blood mixed with foam, and a look of pride appeared on his face as his vitality gradually disappeared, in stark contrast to his miserable physical condition.
He laughed hoarsely:
"Hawkeye of Loen"
"You will not succeed. My soul and knowledge only belong to the eternal Russell spirit."
"Go to destruction in ignorance!"
He continued to spit out blood, and the hand holding the wall gradually became detached due to the effect of the poison, but the complacency on his face did not weaken at all.
Perhaps because he was convinced that he was about to die, the old man no longer concealed some information that he thought the other party would definitely know, such as the tone of voice and the tendency of adjectives.
Isn’t this the rebel army that believes in Kavitua?
What does it have to do with Russell?
In the sudden change, Yager felt a little unprepared and confused from the bottom of his heart.
But it doesn't matter.
The smile on his face resumed.
Do you want to die, patient?
It doesn't matter, I will heal you.
Pieces of clouds drifted in from the dark night sky, blocking the brilliance of the bloody crescent moon. It was as if even the moon couldn't bear to look directly at the tragedy that would follow and hid behind the clouds.
In the early morning, after posting the flyers, Klein and Daniz quickly fled back to the hotel where they lived.
After a tiring and frightening day, the heartless Daniz quickly fell into sleep without worrying about the actions of the other two people. Klein, on the other hand, worriedly recalled the evening ceremony, trying to understand how ordinary people behaved.
Do all that.
This gives him the opportunity to encounter some unexpected events
Klein, who was sitting in front of the window writing and sorting out his thoughts, suddenly saw something unusual in the deep night.
For example, Yager is climbing through the window next door.
Under the weak moonlight, his black coat was dyed scarlet again as expected.
Very much like a Bloodborne hunter.
But what made people feel even more ominous was the old man carrying a ball in his right hand as if he were carrying some groceries.
He also looked very familiar, obviously the ventriloquist from the evening.
Klein silently put down the pen in his hand.
Klein hurried to the next door.
Although the other party seems to be a cultist who deceives ordinary people and deserves to die, but
Hold on! We can't have a body modification incident on the island!
Ah ah ah, I'm here to save you!
Klein panicked and disappeared into the room.
There was a knock on the door suddenly.
"Knock knock."
Hearing the sound, Yager, who had just returned to the hotel, threw the old man he was carrying on the ground and went to open the door.
The other party has completely changed his appearance now.
The right leg has disappeared from its original position. Judging from the scars on the remaining limb, it was quickly severed with a long knife-like sharp weapon.
But that's not the problem.
The problem is that the right leg is not completely gone.
It reappeared at the right elbow!
This extremely abstract combination of limbs makes the old man look as if he has undergone an inhuman and horrific experiment and is lingering in the world as a tortured test subject.
The tears streaming down the other person's face also showed his fear.
However, as the chief physician of the experiment, Yager's mood was very stable, and he was not affected by the impact of the picture at all, and calmly opened the door.
"Good evening, Hermann."
"Good evening, Mr. Bishop." The remaining smile on his lips sent chills down Klein's spine, as if he had interrupted the eating of some giant beast.
But Vision, with the Punisher chasing behind him, still made him try hard to persist in asking.
Klein swallowed hard: "Well, may I ask, what's going on with the guy at the back?"
"Because the wording of the report letter I wrote tonight is quite serious, Bayam may impose martial law tomorrow morning. If possible, it is better to deal with the enemy as soon as possible."
Instead of playing with it as a toy!
This is what he wants to say most.
Hearing this, Yager nodded obediently: "No problem, I can deal with him now."
"Thanks you."
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and even changed his title unconsciously:
"By the way, did he provide any information? What happened at the afternoon festival?"
"have."
When talking about this matter, Yager's expression gradually darkened, which obviously indicated that he was not in a good mood.
He replied with some gloominess and speechlessness:
"I already know how they operate."
"One person will perform in front of the stage, and then place a rebel person among the crowd of onlookers, and when the time is up, he will notify the person behind the scenes who arranged the prayer ceremony."
"That's why he talks so much nonsense on stage."
"But now, we have encountered an accident."
"He doesn't know the specific location and all the strongholds of the rebels. He doesn't even know the contents of Kavitua! There is no information from the rebels."
"because."
"He is Intis's spy in Bayam."
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!