Joan of Arc was very confident and cast her cold eyes that could make boiling water condense on the person sitting opposite her, as if that person was an inconspicuous insect in her eyes. She picked up the martini glass on the table and took a sip.
Then she snorted softly, fully expressing her disdain. Her long white hair was tied up high, her golden hollow earrings swayed with her movements, and her slender legs were raised on the black glass table without any scruples.
Above, red-soled high-heeled shoes hang unruly on the toes, and the white-haired witch sitting on the huge sofa shows her elegance.
She ordered an apple martini, the same as Bayonetta. Not to be outdone, Salomon narrowed his eyes and put the rum with ice in his hand back on the arm of the sofa.
When he stretched out his hand against Joan's murderous gaze, Joan immediately pushed her thumb and pushed a card out of her hand. Salomon's fingers crossed the card without hesitation, but he
But no matter what, he couldn't move the playing cards tightly held by Joan of Arc. He changed a card, but Joan of Arc still held the playing cards tightly, with no intention of letting go.
The white-haired witch looked at Salomon as if nothing had happened, and then pushed the card out again, as if to emphasize something. Both her and Salomon's power far exceeded that of ordinary humans, and only not-so-ordinary playing cards could.
He could withstand the pulling of his white hair by two superhumans. The witch and the mystic were wrestling on playing cards made of demon bones. The mind-reading skills they subconsciously threw at each other collided into purple and gold in their eyes.
There were sparks, and the air was filled with the magical aura generated by the fierce confrontation between the two.
Rodin glanced at the card in the booth, and after making sure nothing happened, he continued to hold the Cheshire Cat and start sucking.
The black-haired witch who was watching looked at the fight in front of her and smiled happily. She winked at Salomon and then gave her hint.
Joan raised her delicate chin, her expression was tense, and her eyes were fixed on Salomon's finger. The helpless mystic could only pick up the card that was pushed out. The white-haired witch breathed a sigh of relief, and then she recovered.
That kind of aloof pride. "You lost!" she shouted with satisfaction, "With Dinah gone, it will be your turn to wash the dishes. We agreed not to use magic!"
"Okay, okay." Salomon retracted into the sofa, picked up the already weak rum and took a sip. Isn't it just washing dishes? It's not like he has never done that before.
"My dear, you haven't said where you sent Dinah." Bayonetta said, "Your maid has been very busy recently. Last time Joan of Arc accidentally ate Hawaiian pizza. She almost destroyed the living room.
Overturned."
"It's obviously you, Ceresa!" Joan of Arc retorted without hesitation, "I'm not Italian."
"Whatever you say." Bayonetta whistled, "What about you, boya?"
"I asked Dinah and the android team to buy armaments." Salomon told her the movements of the maids and the sisterhood without hesitation, "They should be in Ukraine now, conducting private transactions with those officers. But.
I think they will bring something else back."
"for example?"
"Some girls." Salomon shrugged. He once told the leadership of the sisterhood that everything has a limit and that he will not always make artificial people. Using ether particles can mass-produce artificial people, but their souls will
Eternally attached to his soul were the bodies in the vats prepared for their resurrection, the eternal service Salomon had promised to the Sisters.
If the sisterhood is to continue to grow, it is necessary to recruit ordinary people and allow them to receive training and transformation.
Due to factors such as the disintegration of the Soviet Union and the bloody war in the Balkans, many Eastern European countries have fallen into a barbaric whirlpool. Armed gangs, smuggling groups, human traffickers and pimps have formed a flesh-eating industrial chain, kidnapping and luring those from conflict areas and poor countries.
of girls were resold to Western Europe.
In Romania, Ukraine, Moldova, Kosovo, Bosnia and even Russia, this kind of thing can happen at any time. Those demons on earth tell those girls that they can become models and live a good life as long as they go to Western European countries, or just tell them
Those girls, they can take them to eat.
Compared with girls who become prostitutes and are forced to pick up clients, suffer disease and abuse, have their organs removed after being squeezed out, or thrown into the streets to die, joining a sisterhood to receive harsh training and transformation would be a good choice.
Salomont declared to Dinah that those women must be taken away regardless of their status. Women who are unwilling to join the sisterhood, are too old or have disabled limbs can still work in the Eternal City and enjoy being human beings.
that power.
Dinah and almost all of her sisterhood members, except for those who are currently on a mission, are dispatched on a newly built stealth aircraft, carrying money and food to find the Russian mafia and Albanian gangsters. This will be a battle that takes place in the so-called "civilization"
The bloody massacre in the dark corners of society. For this mission, Salomon gave the Sisters unlimited firing rights. All existing heavy weapons were allowed to be used. They were even allowed to engage in firefights with local armed forces.
There is no mercy for bolters and swords.
After this mission is over, Dinah will also use the information provided by Elijah to eliminate gangs that engage in human trafficking in New York City.
"Good job." Rodin walked out from behind the bar holding the Cheshire cat, "I thought you were as rigid as those mystics. When you asked Enzo for detailed information on those people, I even thought you were
We are going to conduct human flesh trade. I apologize to you. Would you like a glass of better wine? My treat."
"Aren't you a devil? Why are you so kind?"
"Damn it, I'm a fallen angel!" Rodan rolled his eyes, but he was wearing sunglasses so no one could see clearly.
"It is true that I cannot directly intervene in this matter. This violates the commandments set by His Holiness." Salomon sighed, "I have always been a member of Kama Taj, and my current power does not allow me to save them.
But I can let the artificial people save them, which does not violate the commandments of Kama Taj. But as long as they arrive in the Eternal City, they can survive because they are human beings."
"Boya, you are such a kind child, I did not misjudge you."
"Of course, the little kindness I have left has to be used somewhere." He patted the long and short sword on his waist, "And I haven't had a fight in a long time."
"Count me in!" Joan of Arc put away her long legs and slapped the cards in her hand on the table. She was very excited about what Salomon said. "Don't go with your maid, I want to go with them."
Places I’ve been to!” the white-haired witch said happily, “I just want to exercise occasionally, but don’t think too much about it! You still have to wash the dishes!”
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Violent winds poured in through the cargo door of the invisible plane, but they could not penetrate into the armor of the androids. These biting cold winds could only blow their blood-red robes and pairs of crimson electronic eyes hidden behind the plexiglass.
They were staring at the buildings below the aircraft. Next to them were a group of girls wrapped in seat belts and dirty quilts. They were cold and hungry. Most of the androids ignored their thoughts because Dinah had not told everyone yet.
Cyborg announces the role of these girls.
Until the androids responsible for cleaning, disinfection and rapid detection of infectious diseases arrived from another aircraft, the androids were temporarily prohibited from direct contact with the girls. However, the sisterhood still distributed food and water to them, and the girls fled.
After the hell on earth, their emotions were extremely unstable, but under the blood-red eyes of the sisterhood's power armor, they did not dare to cry loudly.
"Ma'am, you said Master agrees with us using heavy weapons?" Dita's somewhat dull voice came from the helmet. She asked Dinah, whose back was turned to her, "I think using field artillery in the suburbs of the city is a bit too much.