Is the Aurora Society going to hold a ceremony in the East End?
In the closed room, several members of the Red Gloves responsible for the operation stood up and looked at each other.
They all thought of a possibility!
"These crazy people, do they want to repeat the tragedy of Tingen in the East District?" Finally, Sost clenched his teeth and expressed his conjecture, word for word.
Crestel put down the off-white translation manuscript in his hand, held the suitcase tightly in his right hand, and stood up slowly.
There was a sound of metal colliding, and the chain on the suitcase wrapped around his wrist like a snake. Deep power spread from the inside of the suitcase, connecting the "spirit witch" to it.
For a moment, Crestel standing in the middle of the room was comparable to a demigod.
He spoke slowly, but his tone was extremely firm and his voice was mellow.
"Leon, notify the team stationed nearby to shrink to the target and continue surveillance. At the same time, send a telegram to MI9, requesting the use of aerospace craft to use air superiority to blockade nearby neighborhoods."
As he spoke, his eyes slowly passed over everyone in the room, and finally stopped on Sost.
"Finally, we operate secretly and don't alert others."
............
"Hugh, she hasn't been here recently, how do I know where she went?"
Dunn looked at the strong man with wandering eyes in front of him, and slowly took out a few coins from the side pocket of his coat under the frightened gaze of the other man.
He pushed up the acetate glasses on the bridge of his nose, released his palms, and dropped the one-penny coins on the oil-stained wooden table with a clinking sound.
"This is your reward."
After saying that, he ignored the strong man, got up and walked out.
On the dirty wine table, the strong man still kept his hands in a comically open posture, staring closely at the coins on the table, but not daring to reach out, as if they were attached to this terrible plague.
Standing on the noisy and cold street, Dunn lit up a cigarette with familiarity and took a deep drag.
After he was reborn, he had always consciously wanted to be different from his previous self, and he could often change his habits and ways of doing things.
But in the end, under the torment of smoking addiction, he gave in. Although he no longer prepared a special pipe like before, he still chose the cigarettes that were popular in the southern continent as a substitute, and took a puff from time to time.
Nicotine numbed his brain, and the accumulated fatigue was temporarily driven away.
It seems that Miss Xio is indeed a qualified "arbiter". I asked more than a dozen people, but no one really betrayed her information... I think of the different reasons and explicit rejections.
, or all kinds of perfunctory, Dunn smiled and felt a little emotional.
The wind and dust swept by in the distance, the sparks of the cigarette became smaller and smaller, and coupled with the constant torment of sand and stones hitting his face, Dunn couldn't help but cast his gaze upward.
The light yellow smoke was swept away, and the leaden sky briefly reappeared. Under the low-pressure clouds, the steel monster wrapped in layers passed by silently, flying higher and higher.
"The military's aerostat?" Dunn stared blankly at the monster high in the sky, his eyes moving along with it.
Around him, more workers stopped what they were doing, with shock in their eyes. Some of the more ignorant workers were already kneeling on the ground, trembling.
Why is there an aerostat in the East District, and it is still rising and has no intention of leaving? What is going on?
Seeing the light yellow smoke squeezing into the gap again, Dunn subconsciously took two steps forward.
"You really want to know what happened?" A voice sounded from behind him, gradually becoming clear from blur.
Dunn, whose body was slightly tense, withdrew his gaze from high altitude, turned back, and sure enough he saw Edmund Jason with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Since you appear here, it means that this matter involves something deep. Of course I am very interested."
He actually had a vague guess.
Edmund, who was wearing a dark purple robe, nodded and said directly without beating around the bush:
"Lervus is going to try to bring the True Creator to the East District, and the Church of the Night is preparing to stop him."
Under His gaze, blazing flames rose little by little from Dunn's eyes. He put on his glasses with his trembling right hand, put his fingers on the frame, and pinched out two white marks.
It was just that the cloned Edmund watched the reaction of the former Nighthawk, and glanced at the state of Mr. A in a villa in Queens through his "peeping eye" before continuing:
"This is a good opportunity. As your guide, I also hope that you can end your hatred and start a new life."
Dunn, with a gloomy face, stood there without saying a word.
He knew very well what His Highness meant by "starting a new life."
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the running-in period where he had devoured the characteristics of his teammates every time. Even in the daytime, he could not distinguish between dreams and reality.
In the hazy hallucination, on one side was the path leading to St. Selina's Church, where stood all the friends in the "little room" deep in his memory, as well as Old Neil and Klein who were not on the "Sleepless One" path.
On the other side, in the dark sewer, Lanrevus' body was separated. A holy light hung down from the sky. He stood in the middle. In the light further away was the road to a new life and the future.
Edmund, who was standing on one side, just watched his choice without intervening.
Finally, Dunn put down his trembling right hand, with his black acetate glasses still hanging on the bridge of his nose.
Edmund on the side slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his figure in a dark purple robe gradually faded.
He watched with satisfaction as Dunn straightened his back again and took an extremely loud step forward.
............
In the small cafe by the Backlund Bridge, Klein was holding a newspaper in one hand and a warm coffee cup in the other, reading the headlines in the "Daily Observer" intermittently.
Even after so many days, they still haven't found the body of their newspaper president, so they were attacked and ridiculed by some tabloids.
But the good news is that the recent Silveras scene seems to be very strong. There are no more cases such as the case of the rotting male corpse and the crazy Ripper, which require the mainstream media to help cover up with great efforts, causing internal chaos in the "Daily Observer"
The newspaper had a chance to breathe.
Klein, who had just made an appointment with Ian for the next meeting, raised the coffee in his hand and was about to put it to his lips and take another sip.
Crashing, Klein's eyes were dazed for a while as he raised his arm. He carefully distinguished the female voice surrounding his ears and confirmed the content of the words over and over again. He didn't even notice that coffee spilled on his collar.
In his mind, a group of crimson stars kept shrinking, and the blurry figure of Miss "Judgement" was distorted and changeable, but the voice that reached his ears was extremely clear.
"Dear Mr. Fool, the Church of the Night has begun operations against Lanerwus, right now..."
Thick gray mist poured out from the corner of his eyes, and in the hazy picture, "Mystery" was standing high in the infinite sky, and its peaceful voice echoed.