The strong man holding the steam rifle staggered to the side. Dunn watched the last gangster fall. The "darkness" scattered around him squirmed and gathered at his feet. He slowly took off the bone ring on his middle finger.
He shook his head and took a deep breath of the cool underground air, his mind clearing up a lot.
In order to prevent these gangsters from accidentally injuring the imprisoned women during their final resistance, Dunn almost exerted the limit of his "dream demon" ability and brought all the remaining gangsters closer to sleep in one breath.
Opening his eyes, "Requiem Master"'s good night vision ability allows him to see the entire dungeon clearly.
His eyes swept across the closed cells, and finally stopped on a mature lady whose hair was almost invisible.
Jason Patrick's lover... Dunn nodded slightly and cleared his dry throat. Then a mellow voice resounded throughout the cell, and the soothing poetry calmed every woman's heart. In the darkness
, the spirits that Dunn had previously "digested" the magic potion to soothe and control rushed towards the door locks.
The melodious singing suddenly became too high-pitched and became high-pitched. The inspiring songs encouraged these people who had not seen the light of day for a long time, encouraging them to regain their inner courage and human dignity. They tentatively pushed open the iron door of the cell,
One after another they ran towards the only light.
Hidden in the shadows, Dunn watched from the corner as ladies ran out of the basement. When the mature woman ran by, he gently raised his chin, and a mold lake spirit chased after her.
behind the lady.
After doing all this, he no longer delayed, but used the disguise of "darkness" to light a cigarette and walked out of the warehouse at a leisurely pace.
Although he has dealt with the Beyonders and elites inside the warehouse, there are still many patrolling plateauers and other gangs nearby. If caught by them, these women would just jump from one devil's cave to another.
Under the dark night sky, tall "dream demons" with mold-like faces appear like ghosts behind one gang after another, dragging them into sleep or knocking them unconscious, whether they are locals from Backlund or looking for a living on the plateau.
The immigrants were sent into the dream without distinction by using both mysterious and physical means.
Dunn watched as the last girl fled into the alley, her black windbreaker hanging around her legs swaying in the wind, and she turned around and returned to the warehouse.
He picked up the characteristics of Bayliss that he had not had time to recover just now, and put a large amount of dark black that was different from the dark gold characteristics of Parker's "Sheriff", and put them into different pockets on both sides of the coat. As for the snuff bottle, he imitated
It looks like Parker, hanging on his waist with a silver chain.
After making sure that these extraordinary characteristics and sealed objects would not temporarily affect him, Dunn remembered His Highness Edmund's instructions when he was promoted, took out the matches he carried with him, and piled the steam rifles equipped by Bayliss and others in the corner.
Several more piles of flammable goods were hauled in for camouflage.
Destroying private property, maliciously causing fires, wasting public security resources... He counted the laws and regulations he would violate next, handed the lit match to the wolf-shaped spirit squatting beside him, and waved his hand casually.
The pale blue transparent figure ran towards the corner of the warehouse. A few seconds later, the orange-red firelight once again illuminated the corner of the East District. Next to the abandoned shipyard about a few hundred meters away, a machine was processing the remaining contamination from the "Rose School" battle the day before yesterday.
Team Xin suddenly raised his head. Yin Kangse, who had messy ginger hair on top of his head, stared blankly at the suddenly bright and then darkening fiery red. His dusty hand slapped the side of his cheek.
............
Backlund West District, Edward Street, No. 6.
The luxurious house with a garden has been surrounded by a seal with the logo of Silveras Field by the "Heart of Machinery". Since it was confirmed that Patrick Jason was actually a member of the Belial family, this place has been churched by the God of Steam and Machinery.
Monitor closely and try to dig out more traces in order to track down more traces of this secret evil family.
In the living room where the stench of corpses lingered, the portrait of Jason Belial in human skin still hung in the middle, staring at the house that had been marked and destroyed in various ways by the Machine Heart team.
The entrance to the garden glowed with a gentle and soft light. Due to the bloodshed and evil that had occurred in this house, no member of the Heart of Machines was willing to approach it at night, and they only stayed in the original concierge's hut as a token of their accommodation.
In the dark shadows, a figure of a man and a dog slowly walked out. An almost transparent blood enveloped the house. The members of the Heart of Machinery who were sleeping soundly in the concierge lost their breath at some point.
The shirtless Fabuti clicked her tongue and looked at the portrait of Jason Beria. The giant black dog curled up at her feet sniffed a few times and whispered:
"Your Majesty, do you want to prepare for the ceremony here?"
Fabuti, who was admiring poor art, glanced at the giant "Apostle of Desire" dog at his feet, which had recently learned to speak, and shook his head with a smile.
"Do not worry."
As she spoke, she walked towards the extinguished fireplace in the hall, and the rich smell of sulfur gradually spread.
"The little guys from the Mystery family have made such a big fuss. I can't let Augustus down..."
Ten seconds later, after Joe Wood District and East District, Backlund's third explosion of the night occurred in Backlund's West District, shocking Silveras Field.