0358 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 64)
Unless Zhen Cheng said it, the presidents would certainly not think of developments other than the assassination. And an overly optimistic spirit would sometimes give people the illusion that things are difficult to accomplish and unreliable.
Zhen Cheng was not in a hurry to defend herself, but watched the waitress who had just been sent to find someone return to Gesha and whispered a few words.
Falme and Old Walker also looked at Zhen Cheng. Ms. Gesha tensed up and sighed very stiffly: "Sorry, she is not in the wooden castle...she may have run away."
"Since you can't find it, I wonder if any of the presidents are interested in appreciating poetry?" Zhen Cheng's words made several people in the hall look confused.
As a result, she really just walked around, pointed her finger at the sky, and started to read without thinking:
"The corner of the shallow dragon is a dragon, hiding in the sky."
Hearing Zhen Cheng's sudden change of tone, the presidents began to speculate on the meaning of these words. Does this mean that the young lady herself is unsuccessful in the family? Or does it mean that the presidents are restricted to the lower city area?
Or...literally, is there someone hiding on the roof? Does this mean that he has tied his own hands and feet and has no way to escape?
Even Sister A behind Zhen Cheng was stunned for a moment. This was not in the script.
However, she is not the type who likes to think deeply and speculate. Since her sister has not explicitly changed her plan, it can be regarded as a coincidence and she will carry out the plan as planned.
Hesitating for less than a breath, as soon as Zhen Cheng finished speaking, she fired three shots at the tall and dark roof beams.
A stream of blood fell with a muffled groan, dyeing the dishes on the long table purple, black and bright red.
The specific location of the Tibetans was of course not what Zhen Cheng was referring to. In Zhen Cheng's plan, she only mentioned the names to make Ms. Geisha suspicious.
This name is enough for the experienced Sister A to determine the location of the hiding person.
The person on Liang Shang is none other than Alan from Shiliufang, Nan District.
"No matter how hard you try to shrink yourself into a prison, you can't escape." Zhen Cheng neither paid attention to the shock on the faces of the presidents nor paid attention to the sudden battle that broke out around him, and continued to read to himself.
There was a loud bang, and a hole was blown open on one side of the ridge of the wooden castle hall along with the light of fire, and a fleeting figure could be vaguely seen.
The wooden castle hall is located between many towers. It has a tiled roof with a beam and column structure, which is reinforced with sleepers to become a fortification. The candles are all under the beams, and there are reflective dust covers on them to use the light more efficiently. This makes the place above the beams
It became literally dark under the lamp.
The roof was broken open, and there were dark clouds that never saw the sun all year round. The lighting was not as good as the candles under the beams, and no light was projected in. But the dark wind that picked up the swaying lights revealed the meaning of the explosion.
Sister A did not pursue, but turned her gun and fired repeatedly at the floor in the corner of the hall.
When the smoke dissipated, the thick wooden boards had been blown to pieces. Who would have thought that underneath the floor was not a foundation, but a small mezzanine that was difficult for ordinary people to squeeze into.
There was a skinny old man in the mezzanine, his bones shrunk like a child, his face looked frightened, but his chest had been blown to pieces by the magic ammunition of the fire cannon.
"Don't be too arrogant. Thoughts are strong but righteousness is weak." Zhen Cheng raised a glass and drank freely, word by word, walking faster and faster, each word connected in a row, and her poetic nature became more and more high.
In the front, Ai Luogensi turned her gun again, jumped up on the long table and opened fire repeatedly at the table full of delicacies.
In an instant, the surface of the middle section of the long table was riddled with holes.
The attendants of the three presidents around them had already protected their masters behind them. Even so, they could not help but tremble all over. The three presidents themselves were even more stunned.
The brains that usually control millions of people with cunning and scheming are now completely shocked and rusted by the sudden sword shadow and smoke, and they are unable to understand what is happening.
But this is not the end.
When the gunfire ceased, the tabletop suddenly exploded at the spot where the bullet holes were most concentrated. A young man dressed as a child laborer jumped out, with blue light lingering around him, and hexagonal patterns were projected in the dim light.
There was a hail of bullets, but no one was hurt.
"It's you?!" Old Walker couldn't help shouting when he saw the young man's face soaked in soot. But the young man had no time to pay attention to him, he only pulled out a short sword from his waist and slashed at Sister A Baihui.
Ai Luogensi did not expect that in a place dominated by mortals like the Lower City, there would be people who could survive the indiscriminate bombardment, so she lost the opportunity for a while.
In the midst of lightning and flint, facing the sword that was slashing head-on, he had to use his free left hand to draw out the dagger to block.
What surprised her was that the dagger in the young man's hand was only of ordinary quality, and it was made of inferior material made by the craftsmen in Xiacheng District. The moment it met the dagger in her hand, it broke into two pieces like chopsticks driven by a train.
cut.
But with this effort, the young man had already passed by Sister A who was blocking her, and the broken sword was pointed directly at Zhen Cheng's eyebrows.
Looking at the oncoming murderous intent, Zhen Cheng didn't even take a step back. This was the most dramatic, craziest, and most ostentatious performance. Zhen Cheng completely let herself go and threw herself into it.
Between her brows showed an extremely arrogant laugh that usually only appeared on Sister A's face, and she read the last sentence aloud:
"Hahahaha, it's hard for a fallen tiger to escape the prison, it's the prison of the heart!"
The poem was loud and clear, and the broken sword stopped half an inch in front of the eyebrows, and suddenly stopped.
The young man felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, as if he was afraid of some force majeure, and just wanted to surrender and give up.
It was as if his body was no longer under his control. He sprained his muscles and forced himself to freeze his desperate assassination at the last moment.
This kind of solidification lasted only for that moment. The next moment the boy realized that he could still move freely. But before he could make another move, a red lotus bloomed between his eyebrows.
The bullet penetrated the young man's skull, grazing Zhen Cheng's ear and lifting up a strand of hair.
The next second, as the young man fell down from the table and rolled to Zhen Cheng's feet, Ai Luogensi's angry look fell into Zhen Cheng's eyes.
Sister A was not worried that her bullet would be deflected in the young man's head and injure Zhen Cheng, who was almost in the same straight line.
Because while using her dagger to block the dagger, she was already discarding the musket in her hand and instead drawing out a hand cannon that was more powerful and more accurate but could only fire in a single burst.
The special ammunition, which was enough to act as anti-equipment, twisted the young man's hardest skull into a pile of debris without any hindrance, and with a resistance that was about the same as breaking through tofu, it also shattered the light blue momentum-absorbing type.
Electromagnetic shield.
Isshinji's division of labor with both hands is just a routine operation in battle. [Red Lotus Shinigami] Logensi always uses every joint of her body to carry out precise combat.
This requires talent, but it is also a skill that can be trained.
If a person who can only fight with one hand meets an opponent with the same strength, speed and experience who uses his whole body to fight, the difference will be more than double.
Of course, even so, under normal circumstances it would be impossible for Sister A to fire in the direction of Zhen Cheng.
In fact, the pre-planned plan did not include the part where Zhen Cheng impromptuly recited poetry, so there was no incredible stagnation due to the influence of the spirit of words when the young assassin risked his life.
If the sword struck directly, Zhen Cheng would most likely be seriously injured. At the critical moment, Sister A chose to trust her own marksmanship.