The gangsters near the pier are looking for Miss Sharon and Maric?
Klein tapped the table rhythmically, staring at the old Kohler with a blank gaze, which made him feel a little at a loss.
The previous action against the "Sexualist Sect" was in the dock area. At that time, Miss Sharon specifically reminded me that the demigods of the "Rose School" were led to another place and could turn around and come to Backlund at any time.
Alas, after that time, considering that the situation of Miss Sharon and the others was not safe, I never took the initiative to contact them... Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief and took it from the boss who happened to be serving food.
He took a sip of coffee.
"Did the gangsters at the dock say anything else?"
The enthusiasm spread in the coffee cup blocked his face. Old Kohler, who was chewing on white bread, hurriedly swallowed the content in his mouth and slurred:
"I just heard that they were looking for some people recently, but I don't remember much more."
Four days have passed since Yin Wensi took away Kaping's warehouse... Klein calculated the possible forces in the dock area and eliminated the MI9 who were still monitoring the warehouse ruins.
He pulled out a coin and tossed it up in front of old Kohler.
"It would be dangerous to go to the dock area now."
The coin with the portrait of George III on it fell slowly, turned a few times on the greasy table, then completely stopped, with the reverse side facing up.
No danger.
Picking up the coin from the table, Klein picked up the Desi pie on the side and ate it.
He ignored Old Kohler's surprised gaze, and after a while, he said casually:
"We'll go to the dock area later."
...
Backlund, dock area.
In a dense group of warehouses, a skinny figure ran hard, moving through the space with agility that was worthy of his physical limitations.
Behind him, several men in workers' uniforms pursued him closely. They wore uniform peaked caps and held controlled weapons such as steel pipes, daggers and even pistols in their hands.
"Don't let him get away!"
The leading man let out a low growl and struck the air with his free left hand. The remaining people around him immediately separated and surrounded the lame man's retreat along the edge of the warehouse.
"Shit, run from Backlund Bridge to the pier and onto our territory." The leading man stood there and took a breath. Then he remembered the boss's stern gaze, spat, and started running again.
The revolver in his hand points forward.
The footsteps around him became denser and denser. The cripple Kaspars, who was no longer young anymore, was breathing heavily, his eyes were constantly scratching the surroundings, as if he was looking for something, and a touch of panic gradually appeared on his pale face.
He shouldn't be greedy for money.
After Miss Sharon drove away those terrifying cultists, he thought he was at peace and did not listen to Sharon and Maric's words. He just wandered around the Brave Bar and acted as a contact point with Detective Moriarty.
Instead, he boldly took back the rights to the Brave Man Bar and moved in there carelessly.
If he hadn't happened to be out this time, and on his way back to Iron Gate Street, he heard that a bartender he trusted was brutally dismembered and hung on the ceiling, and took the opportunity to escape, he would probably have arrived in the Kingdom of the Lord of Storms by now.
But despite this, the gangsters who obeyed the cultists still grabbed his tail, and they did not hesitate to open fire in the Backlund Bridge area and chased him all the way here.
Damn it, I shouldn't be greedy for money... The recent footsteps and heavy breathing have been clearly audible. Caspars was pressed against the cold outer wall of the warehouse, his lame leg beating unconsciously.
Shaking, his right hand soaked in sweat held the revolver, stretched out his sleeves, and braved the cold wind to lift it in the direction closest to the sound.
The old man's eyelids were half-squinted, his rotten nose crossed by a scar twitched, and his finger on the trigger turned white with force.
I will take one of you away even if I die!
Suddenly, the cold wind was still blowing, and Caspars, who squinted his eyes, listened to the suddenly quiet wind nearby, and his heartbeat could not help but amplify.
He counted the sounds in his chest. After a long time, he didn't hear the footsteps that were so close.
Bravely, the old man who had been wandering in the gray area all year round dragged his lame leg with only half of his head exposed and looked at the other side of the corner at the edge of the warehouse.
In the mid-air, where the hunting wind was howling, calm, mirror-like light blue eyes stared at him indifferently. The complicated dark palace dress seemed to be separated from the influence of reality, falling quietly along with gravity, showing the delicate patterns outlined on the surface.
"Miss Sharon!"
Just as Kaspars' hoarse voice was about to shout, a pair of cold hands tightly covered his mouth, and he didn't let go until he stopped struggling.
With madness and malice lurking in his eyes, Maric threw away his hand in disgust, and rubbed the hazelnut on his palm against Kaspers' back.
"Maric, Miss Sharon."
Caspars, who was secretly relieved, found his backbone, lowered his voice knowingly, and nodded hurriedly.
"Why are you being chased here?"
After breaking the necks of the gangsters on the ground one by one, Maric glanced at Kaspars, who was hunched over, and his voice was also very low.
"Those cultists came again, and the bartender in my bar was crushed into a puddle of pulp. When I heard the news, I ran away quickly and picked up the gangster who happened to be guarding them near Iron Gate Street. I was chased all the way.
"
Caspars explained in a low voice, but Sharon, who was floating in the air, suddenly frowned slightly, her unreal figure instantly faded, and only her ethereal voice could still prove her existence.
"Jacks may have arrived in Backlund."
Maric, who was also aware of the danger, looked solemn. After a moment of silence, he glanced at Kaspars, who was at a loss, without any warning. The malice in his eyes had never been so intense.
This person is close to Jacks and may have been tagged!
He looked at the gray-haired Caspars with cold eyes, and his hands that could easily break steel trembled slightly.
Although the "temperance sect" advocates controlling one's desires, they have never taught believers to avoid killing. Otherwise, how would their potions function as digestion?
"I don't feel the breath of the Mother Tree of Desire."
For no reason, Sharon's voice sounded softly, and a trace of clarity flashed in Maric's eyes. Then he looked at the "Crimson Moon Crown" hidden on the inside of his clothes. The sealed object decorated with blood rubies was still dim, showing no demonic appearance.
Strange crimson.
The malice in his eyes gradually faded away, and Maric growled angrily at Kaspers:
"Leave the dock area and hide somewhere else, and meet us in the spare room."
Realizing that he might have inadvertently caused danger, Caspars did not dare to refute. After nodding hastily, he disappeared among the zigzag warehouses with a sensitivity that was unbecoming of a cripple. When passing by the corpses of the gangsters, he also
Their weapons were taken away.
Maric watched Kaspers gradually move away, he frowned a few times and walked towards the shadows behind him.
A few seconds later, a figure moving towards Mo Lake at high speed rushed out of the dock warehouse.
............
"Old man, no one came to see me before I left the church."
In the military control area controlled by MI9, a group of men and women in black windbreakers and red gloves on both hands stepped off the dark blue-painted airship and landed at the end of the team. Leonard, with messy black hair, took advantage of the noise made by the airship.
, said quietly, turning his head.
"Oh, do you think it's a honor to be parasitized by me?"
The old voice laughed contemptuously, and Pales, who was floating in the outer layer of Leonard's spirit, observed the mixed auras from various channels nearby and mocked distractedly.
Leonard, who had been innocently accused, turned red. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he retorted with some excitement:
"I just think you were just lying to me before."
"If the temple and even the angels of the goddess really discovered your existence, how could they not come to me and let me be sent to Backlund!"
Leonard tilted his head sideways, his messy half-long hair half-covering his beautiful green eyes, and his mouth kept opening and closing without making a sound. The MI9 members who were checking the status of the airship equipment were confused for a while.
"Think about it carefully. You said that Mr. Amani is the angel of the goddess. This is impossible!"
"She was born in the church's orphanage just like me, and it took almost the same amount of time to become an extraordinary person. How could she become an angel in three years?"
Pales, who was detecting the surrounding atmosphere and wary of the appearance of some pest-like "thieves", had no time to pay attention to this little kid with a bad mind, and said angrily:
"I also became an Extraordinary three years ago. Why am I a Demigod now?"
I... Leonard, who still had a lot of "evidence" in hand, suddenly fell silent, lowered his head, and stood there for a while. He waited until the colleague in front turned to look, and then hurriedly followed him.
This is a reason he cannot refute.
Although it has been determined that the old man is a "parasite" that the church's higher-ups are wary of, from the time he parasitized himself until now, he has indeed not done anything to endanger his own safety. On the contrary, he has saved his own life and provided him with some occult knowledge for free.
Knowledge help.
The old man had actually told him about the existence of the "acting method" a long time ago, but because he had been wary of the old man's evil intentions, it was not until Klein himself understood the "acting method" that he began to accelerate his promotion speed.
If at that time, if I had started acting earlier, even if it was only at the level of Sequence Seven, would it have been different?
"How can there be so many what-ifs?" Pales didn't feel much about this kind of afterthought that children often have. After making sure that there was no Amon clone nearby, he relaxed a lot.
"I'm not deceiving you. Although Fran Amani is from an orphanage based on her resume and your church's records, as an extraordinary person, don't you know how easy it is to forge these things?"
"I remember that the deacon of your church introduced the ability of the sequence in the 'divineer'."
"The 'Faceless Man' of Sequence Six can silently replace a person's identity, let alone a character that may have been a fictitious one from the beginning?"
Palles's voice echoed in his ears. Seeing the captain's gaze, Leonard straightened his head, pretending to be serious, and looked ahead with an empty mind.
"As for why the church put you in Backlund..."
Pales' old voice chuckled softly, and after saying "Hey", he suddenly fell silent and no longer explained.
So why exactly?
Leonard scratched his head anxiously and turned his face to the side in an angry manner. His green eyes, which showed the looseness of a poet, suddenly shrank, and a glimmer of surprise appeared.
Outside the military control zone, the night watcher responsible for the response of the Church of the Night was talking with members of MI9.
Dai Li, who was holding a volume of documents in one hand, looked at Leonard in the crowd. After a brief pause, he smiled slightly.
............
Backlund, dock area.
Klein, who was dressed as a worker, followed the route provided by the elder Kohler, and the two of them walked side by side on the streets outside the dock area.
According to Kohler's description, the wanted posters and tasks issued by the small gangs are posted in the Bounty Hunter Bar outside the dock area. The bartenders and managers here are members of their subordinates, and they are mainly responsible for making extra money and controlling the surrounding area.
Survival bounty hunter.
This bounty hunter bar with a black background is different from the one in the East District. There is no mission commission plastered on the entire wall. Instead, there are several poorly drawn wanted posters. The most conspicuous two occupy the center position.
There is no portrait, and the other one looks rather abstract.
Old Kohler went to the front desk and ordered two beers, while Klein took the lead to occupy a seat. He almost laughed out loud when he looked at the mysterious portrait with Maric's name on it.
On the screen, Mariic, who usually has eyes full of malice and a medium build, has turned into a skinny mummy with saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. Miss Sharon's face is completely blank, and the gangster's poor language skills cannot describe her exquisite appearance.
He looks like a human being, with blond hair and blue hair, fair skin, and a complicated and solemn black palace skirt. The rough description in the language only pointed out one feature - beautiful, but like a ghost!
It's strange to find it like this... Klein rubbed his cheeks that were stiff due to the effect of the magical item, and took the Southwell beer that looked pretty good from Old Kohler.
Miss Sharon almost always maintains a "revengeful spirit" state. It should be normal for these gangs to be unable to obtain specific descriptions, not to mention that she may also possess living corpses and use false identities...
As for Maric, these people won't regard the living corpse controlled by Maric as their true identity, right?
Thinking of this, Klein glanced at the portrait on the wall again.
I have to say that it is very lifelike, lifelike enough to be used as an illustration for the horror part of a hardcover novel, and it really replicates the ferocious appearance of a living corpse.
But why do they want Miss Sharon and Maric?
After taking a sip of beer, Klein looked at Old Kohler and said in a normal voice in the noisy environment:
"Have you ever asked them what they want these people for?"
Before coming to the dock area, Old Kohler took the initiative to ask for information about the wanted order.
"They didn't give a reason. The person saw that I was older and sent me away directly."
Old Kohler nodded apologetically and crossed his hands.
He only ordered a glass of beer, even though Klein paid for it.
Klein didn't say anything else. After taking a few more sips of beer, he casually walked to the bar, tapped a few times in front of the bartender who was chatting with others, and said with a smile:
"Brother, what's going on with those posted on the wall? The one I'm looking for looks pretty."
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