The air was humid, and no light could be seen in the blurred vision. The stench of fish filled my nose, which was nauseating. At the same time, I could hear the sound of rushing water not far away.
The killer gasped in pain. Although he had undergone training, he was still a mortal in essence. The pain caused by the continuous heavy blows almost tore his will apart.
He was thrown heavily to the ground, and his vision became slightly clearer. He was surrounded by thick darkness, with only a little firelight in the nearby corner.
The killer tried to move himself, but the previous fall broke his bones, not to mention the gunshot wounds on his body, and the blood loss caused him to lose all his strength.
"Wake up, you still have a chance to live."
A hand was stretched out in the darkness to help him up. Irene squatted down, holding a sharp dagger in her hand.
"Where is Ivar?"
Erin asked directly without talking nonsense.
The killer looked at her, his mouth wide open, and you could see blood stains in his mouth. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, Irene pulled out his teeth.
The smell of blood hit his face, and the killer smiled stupidly, but then his smile twitched due to severe pain.
The dagger stabbed into his arm. The wound was not deep, but in order to cause more severe pain, Irene twisted her wrist slightly.
The woman's face was expressionless, as if she had become accustomed to such cruelty.
Blood gushed out from the killer's wounds, and his complexion was pale, as if all the blood in his body was about to drain out.
"Eileen, you can't escape. You know exactly what happens to people like us."
The killer's voice was blurry, but he could still barely distinguish it.
The way he looked at Irene was like looking at a dead person, a corpse that could still move.
"Gaspard will not let you go."
The killer closed his mouth, still keeping that weird smile on his face, his eyes bulging, staring at Irene like some kind of evil thing.
Irene felt a little cold for a moment and couldn't help shivering. After that, she became angry. She repeatedly used the dagger to bring pain to the killer, but he no longer made any sound, not even a painful whine.
He was like a broken doll, staring at Irene with his bloodshot eyes.
This kind of torture did not last long. Irene knew very well that she would get nothing by doing this, and she was just venting her anger.
She stood up and was silent for a long time, holding a cigarette in her mouth. A weak firelight rose in the darkness. The burning firelight briefly illuminated her face. She looked a little tired and her eyes were dull.
"Forget it, I don't want to become like you."
Erin wiped the dagger and put it away. She was not a pervert. Killing others like this would not bring her happiness.
She dragged the killer's body towards the light, and after taking one last look at the bloody face, Irene broke his neck and kicked the body into the ditch.
The water flow carried the killer's body to the depths of darkness, and Irene took off her clothes while walking out of the dark sewer.
Under the cleaner's clothes were the formal clothes she had worn long ago. After taking off the cotton wool stuck to her clothes, she finished changing and strolled through the streets of Rendona as if nothing had happened.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Irene stopped and looked at the sea not far away.
It was already dark, but this port city seemed to be unable to sleep. Huge cruise ships and fishing boats were straddling it, and the lights on them were bright, like stars falling to the ground, reflecting the colorful colors on the sea.
Prosperity and beauty, or cruelty and darkness, none of this has anything to do with her. She is like an outsider walking alone in this strange land.
"Ivar..."
The cigarette was extinguished, and she lit another one, puffing away with worry in her eyes.
…
In the living room, everyone who had just completed their missions was sitting among them. Lorenzo was still slumped on the sofa as he was before. Next to him was Kestrel with a dull look on his face. He was still mechanically tapping the iron triangle to make a sound.
A burst of sounds.
Eve sat on the chair on the other side. Compared to these two crooked guys, she looked much more reliable. As for Haybold, he stood not far away from a few people like a housekeeper, with his eyes downcast.
, as if he was preparing a speech.
"What do we do next?"
Unlike the two guys who were passive and slow at work, Eve was very concerned about the results of her internship.
"According to the normal plan, we will make corrections here for a day, board the ship the day after tomorrow, and go to Gaulnaro... Anyway, this action against Irene is just a temporary move."
Haybold said that he was not surprised that the operation failed. If Irene was really so easy to catch, he would not have allowed her to successfully escape from the Viking countries.
Lorenzo didn't say anything. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the connection between the killer and Irene.
"Haibald, do you have any thoughts about those killers? According to my speculation, Irene actually leaked her whereabouts deliberately. She had already prepared a trap in the Blue Whale Hotel. What she was planning to hunt was not
We, rather the group of killers, are the spoilers who accidentally got involved."
Lorenzo analyzed.
"Is Erin still involved with any organization?"
Facing this question, Haibold became silent, and after thinking for a while, he said.
"Iron Law Bureau."
This was an unfamiliar word. Lorenzo had never heard of it before, and Eve also showed a puzzled expression. But at this moment, Kestrel, who looked decadent, sat up instead, looking in disbelief.
"What did you say? Iron Law Bureau?"
Looks like this guy knows what the word means.
"Irene is affiliated with the Iron Law Bureau, and thanks to her, Ivar was kidnapped by the Iron Law Bureau. If there is any connection, it must be them... I remember I mentioned it in the action file
Got through this."
Haybold felt something was wrong while he was talking. He looked at the team members suspiciously... To be honest, when the Viking's resolute face showed a doubtful expression, Lorenzo really thought it was so funny, like
A bear is staring at you.
But Lorenzo didn't dare to laugh, because he was afraid that the bear would eat him in a fit of anger.
"I'm just an intern, I don't have that much authority."
Eve spread her hands. This was the truth. She didn't know the full story of the operation until she set off. Kestrel had the same expression as her. This guy was completely deceived.
As for Lorenzo, he smiled awkwardly,
"Is this... like this?"
Perhaps out of guilt, Lorenzo spoke stumblingly, and his hands were groping randomly on the sofa. He remembered that the file was lost here.
He had just felt that Lorenzo was a reliable guy, but now he was thinking whether he had been deceived by the purge agency and Nordero. This guy looked outrageous no matter how he looked at it.
"Iron Law Bureau, the intelligence agency of Gallo Narro, our corresponding agency is the Scavenger. Although the Scavenger is affiliated with the purification agency, with the control of the antimemetic power, the Scavenger itself and'
Due to the relevance of information, it has gradually become our intelligence agency in Inverg in recent years. Coupled with its particularity as a 'backhand', it has gradually become an independent purification agency.
The two sides fight openly and secretly, and sometimes even need to use the power of the purification agency. I have urgently undertaken such a task before when I was killing monsters, and I have some understanding of it."
Kestrel explained to Lorenzo, but the more he spoke, the more distorted his expression became. He rushed over and grabbed Lorenzo's collar.
"So how come we have anything to do with this thing!"
It was already very painful to be tricked into working overtime, but after working half of the overtime, he suddenly found that he had to deal with a hugely difficult project. Kestrel felt that his world was about to collapse.
Why do you do this work yourself?
But when I think about it carefully, it seems that only I can shoulder this big responsibility.
Joey's life and death are still unknown, but judging from what the doctors said, Kestrel, his colleague, is definitely dead. Even if he doesn't die, he will become a walking corpse like many patients at Black Mountain Hospital.
To be honest, Kestrel was sad for a while when he learned this. Because of his work, he didn’t have many friends outside of work. Fishing was barely a hobby, and because of the damn water quality of the Thames River, he had never caught anything.
...To be precise, it is a living thing.
Because of these abominable monsters at work, he often changes colleagues. Sometimes before he even recognizes his face, his colleagues will change again.
He has the feeling of a smooth colleague and an iron-clad kestrel. Even Lan Jade sometimes praises him, saying that he is not dead yet and that he is so lucky.
But after all... Joey is the only friend he has.
As for the other colleagues, they all have their own work to do, and only Kestrel is on vacation at this critical moment.
So is it my fault for taking the vacation?
Or is it because he performed too well in the Black Mountain Hospital incident? Did he get noticed by the superiors?
But it was because he was about to die at that time. Kestrel felt that he was going to die anyway, so it would be better to be a tough guy and chop him up before he died. But who would have thought that he actually survived with only minor injuries.
All kinds of strange thoughts came out, and there seemed to be a dozen little kestrels barking and chirping in his own head.
Lorenzo once again realized the complexity of human expressions, and had no idea what the kestrel in front of him was thinking. He could carefully observe the rapid changes in the kestrel's expression, from anger to sadness to confusion and
A little bit of a mean smile.
Kestrel slowly let go of his hand and collapsed on the sofa again.
Fortunately, he also knew that he had already boarded the pirate ship, and nothing he said could change the situation. So what if he captured Lorenzo? He couldn't beat him.
"Does that mean that Ivar was captured by the Iron Law Bureau? And we have to find a way to snatch him back from the Iron Law Bureau on the mainland of Gaul Nalo?" Kestrel's voice was full of pessimism.
"Is this Iron Law Bureau so scary?"
Lorenzo asked with some confusion. If the group of killers he just fought were the troops of the Iron Law Bureau, then they would be too weak. He did not understand Kestrel's pessimism.
"Those are just peripheral members, a group of cannon fodder used at will... maybe they are outsourced killers. The ones who are truly capable and can be considered official members are people like Irene."
Recalling his previous actions, Kestrel spoke slowly.
"Although they are a group of mortals, you have to know, Lorenzo, not everyone is a tough guy like you. We are also mortals."
The corner of his eyes caught sight of Eve, and Kestrel continued.
"You count half of it."
"In short, it is a very difficult organization. If we are fighting in Yin Erweg, we still have an advantage. If we pull out the Original Sin Armor, no matter how many times they come, they will not be an opponent. But this time is different. This time we have to sneak into the
The enemy's base camp, battle of wits and courage with these guys."
Kestrel once again laments the fragility of human beings.
"You can understand that we are a group of killers from Gallonaro. Under the guard of the purification agency, we are going to find a way to sneak into the Platinum Palace and kill Queen Victoria! And then we have to find a way to escape."
As he spoke, he also made a beheading gesture with a fierce expression.
Perhaps noticing the strange looks from others, Kestrel coughed and added.
"I respect the Queen very much, that's just a description."
"Is this so..."
Lorenzo thought again and finally came to a conclusion.
"So you are the burden!"
Looking at it this way, Lorenzo can definitely push the tough guy all the way through the sky, and maybe even directly blow up the iron law bureau. Although the consequences of such a high-profile act will be very serious, and at worst, maybe it will become a conflict between both parties.
The trigger for the war directly started the Second Glorious War.
Kestrel looked disdainful towards this.
"Lorenzo, you are very powerful, but sometimes there are many things that cannot be solved by force."
"What about?" Lorenzo asked.
"for example……"
Kestrel was speechless for a moment.
Well, if you think about it carefully, the detective in front of you is really outrageous. It seems that there is nothing he can't do. Although he looks casual, when faced with danger, this unreliable guy is the most reliable.
"But you are right, Kestrel, force cannot solve everything."
Lorenzo suddenly began to reflect again. He never expected that this somewhat arrogant guy would actually reflect.
Indeed, if force could solve everything, the world would not be so complicated.
Based on Lorenzo's experience, he also knew very well that when he forgets fear and humility towards the unknown, death will be approaching.
"Well, at least we know who we will meet next. It seems that the plan has to be rearranged. I remember that we have to spend some time at sea, right? That's enough time."
Lorenzo's words were full of confidence.
"Then let's talk about...the next question."
Lorenzo looked at the people in the room. Lorenzo was more concerned about the matter in front of him than the things mentioned.
he asked.
"So we're going to have four of us sleeping in this room?"