Hercule was about to continue moving the warhead, but his hand came up empty.
Looking at Nicholas who was still holding a telescope, Hercule wanted to ask something else, but he suddenly realized something.
Probably due to some mental disorder, under the illumination of the fireworks, Hercule realized that he had no idea who the guy in front of him was.
"Your name is?"
The atmosphere is a bit subtle.
"Nikola Tesla."
Nicholas said and stretched out his hand, as if he still wanted to remain elegant despite the landslide in front of him.
"Hercule Christie, nice to meet you."
Hercule was mentally ill, so he stretched out his hand and shook it with Nikolai, acting like a comrade-in-arms.
"So...we have no ammunition, what should we do?"
Hercule said urgently, without the cover of artillery fire, the last resort of resistance was lost.
"What else can we do? Get ready to retreat!"
Nicholas said as he put the telescope, several people were already approaching, and Lorenzo's figure also appeared in the field of vision.
I have to say that after going through so much, Lorenzo has become a reassuring character. Although this man has many shortcomings, as long as he is present, no matter how terrible hell is, there is a glimmer of hope.
"Follow me, Hercule, it takes more than one person to get the Silver Fish started."
Nikolai said and ran, jumping directly onto the Silver Fish.
The cabin is very small. As an experimental model, its space is very narrow and there is basically no extra space. Therefore, the Perpetual Pump placed everything in the cabin and made the entire ship into a shape similar to a sword.
"Does that mean we're standing on top of a steam turbine that could explode at any time?"
After listening to Nikolai's brief introduction to the Silver Fish, Hercule suddenly realized such a cruel reality.
"Believe me, this thing has been verified and there is nothing wrong with it. Pass me the bucket."
Nikolai lifted the metal cover, revealing the dark pipe underneath.
"What verification did you do?"
Hercule lifted the heavy bucket, not knowing what was in it.
"Verification, anyway, we drove from the high seas to here, and there were no problems along the way... It's just that sometimes the vibration is too strong, and some screws will loosen."
Nicholas took the bucket, while Hercule covered his face. He felt that land was safer.
"So...what are you pouring?"
The dark liquid gushes out of the bucket and is poured into the mouth of the pipe. Hercule looks at the liquid and feels uneasy for some reason.
"Lacquer antimony, diluted lacquer antimony? You must have seen this thing, right? It's the fuel Lorenzo used to blow things up into the sky."
Nikolai poured a whole bucket of diluted paint antimony into the mouth of the pipe, and then screwed the metal cap shut.
Lacquer antimony? Diluted lacquer antimony?
Hercule remembered that Lorenzo had introduced this thing before? He also used this thing to blow up the streets. However, Hercule remembered that the dose at that time was very small, but just a little bit could produce such a huge destructive power.
? And now this guy named Nicholas poured a big bucket into it? Although it was diluted? But this...
"Wow, Hercule, you've really gone too far this time."
Poirot said inappropriately from the side.
Hercule ignored it. He felt that his head was getting dizzy. Hercule stumbled to the side and asked after a long pause.
"Um...where did you pour them?"
"Combustion chamber, the fuel must match the combustion chamber."
Nicholas looked like he didn't understand why Hercule was so full of questions.
Hercule was silent for a few seconds. This time he was not surprised at all. On the contrary, after being stimulated so much, he suddenly felt that this was normal.
"Ready to set sail!"
Nikolai said that he started the Silverbait, and the scorching steam rose instantly, almost engulfing the entire ship in the thick fog. Hercule could clearly feel the increase in the surrounding temperature. The cabin under his feet also
It vibrated with the surge of steam, and the needles on the instrument panel began to fly. How many of them were pointing to the red zone? But judging from Nikolai's indifferent expression...it wasn't a big problem.
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"Run quickly!"
The disturbing shouts continued? The figure broke through the smoke and dust and ran all the way.
"Yes! That's it! Yin Erweg, I'm back!"
Kestrel opened his palms and felt the strong wind coming towards him. The sea breeze was baptized by the burning fireworks, and the temperature was slightly warm.
"Shut up! If you yell again I will throw you down!"
Highbould couldn't stand the screams of the kestrel anymore. At this moment, the kestrel was lying on his strong arms, being carried by Hebold all the way.
"Come on! Seaborne!"
Perhaps because he was looking at the potion too much, Kestrel was so excited that he didn't listen to Heibald's words at all.
Explosions one after another hit behind them, and rising fireworks mixed with flying debris fell everywhere. A group of people started a grand escape against the light of the fire.
"So are you always like this?"
Irene couldn't help but ask, "This has been like this from just now. This group of people has no sense of seriousness between life and death. Instead, they are like a group of circus performers who ran on the wrong stage."
Could it be said that this is the corporate culture of the Purge Agency?
"Life is already terrible, people have to find some fun for themselves...like now."
Shrike replied as he ran, and from time to time he would pull out the silver revolver and shoot at the black figures behind him.
"Is this what you mean by fun? You should try to be a stand-up comedian."
Erin also fell into the rhythm of these people.
"It's not impossible, but I guess I'll have to wait until retirement. According to the regulations on cleanup agencies, this kind of behavior of earning extra money is not advisable!"
Shrike continued, and the burning fragments hit his steps. Shrike staggered a few times, and then followed, while not forgetting to curse a few times.
Although everyone seems to be relaxed, everyone's relaxation is different. Kestrel's personality is like this, and he is born with a lack of brains, while Shrike feels like he has fallen into a desperate situation and given up on himself.
What about the promised assassination?
Look at the messy Maluri Port. This is no longer an assassination, it is simply a war scene, not to mention that Nikolai is still committing atrocities against the city. If the ship of the purification agency is
The ship crossed the territorial waters of Gallonalo, and tonight was simply the opening ceremony of the Second Glorious War.
Shrike's emotions now are extremely complicated. One is that he was actually involved in such a crazy incident, and the other is that maybe many years later, his name will be written into textbooks.
The teacher said to the children below with a smile on the podium.
"It was these brave warriors who kicked off the Second Glorious War decades ago. Please recite some of their names."
Then the children read out the names of this group of people. The teacher looked at the children with satisfaction and then said to the children.
"Then let's go to the cemetery in the afternoon to lay flowers for these brave warriors."
Give me your fart!
A hoarse roar came from behind, seeming to have found the place where these emotions were vented. The shrike stopped suddenly, turned around decisively and raised the death knell.
Although it was said that he had joined the management and controlled the lower city area and no longer had to fight and kill, the experience of fighting had always existed in Shrike's blood and had never dissipated.
The heavy bell rang, and the bones and flesh shattered into countless fragments in the air. The bullet accurately hit the enemy's head. The remaining half of his face still had an indifferent expression. It seemed that death was just a simple matter to him.
Just vocabulary.
"We have to hurry!"
Shrike shouted loudly.
With the blessing of the secret blood, these warriors were like lunatics who were not afraid of death. The sea of fire could not stop their actions at all. They survived the bombardment and rushed towards them with their bodies burning. It can be seen that some warriors have been killed.
His legs were broken by the explosion, but he was still moving his arms and crawling on the ground.
The soldiers' intentions changed. As Shrike and others joined in, they realized that they could no longer stop the escape. The soldiers sped up and pressed them further.
"Speaking of which, Shrike, are you willing to die?"
Kestrel looked at the figure walking out of the sea of fire behind him and said sarcastic words.
"Shut up! You scourge!"
Shrike cursed without looking back.
"What do you mean by disaster! I'm a lucky kestrel. Look at this wound. I'm not dead!"
Kestrel's mind was a little confused. He didn't regard this place as a battlefield at all, but rather like an outing.
"Yes, maybe you can survive, but we may all be dead. Isn't this a disaster?"
Shrike regretted coming to rescue Kestrel. He should have stayed with Nikolai. At the dock, if the situation went wrong, he could just drive away, instead of trying to speed up life and death here.
"Wow! They're coming up!"
Kestrel screamed.
Several people were already exhausted. Although Heibald was strong, he couldn't go any faster with a kestrel on his back. Not to mention that the pursuers behind him were not normal people, but a group of people with secret blood.
warrior.
"I'll try!"
Eve showed her lancet again. No one knew how many weapons this girl had hidden on her body.
Silver light shone in her hands, and Eve was about to prepare for a painful fight with the pursuers behind her, when she heard a scream of wind.
Almost at the same moment as the sound sounded, a twisted red-hot steel penetrated a warrior and nailed him to the ground. The burning figure bounced between the walls. Every time he stood up, he would throw a red-hot weapon.
The iron spear, each dark red trajectory will penetrate a warrior.
"Don't look back, keep running!"
Lorenzo yelled at Eve. He fell to the street and grabbed the street lamp. The extreme temperature was released from the fireworks, and the lamp pole was easily broken. As Lorenzo twisted, he was like a craftsman.
The gods forge weapons with the fire in their hands.
It was a red-hot spear that had not yet cooled down. It was twisted and had a sharp spearhead.
"Oh oh oh! The savior is here! The Highboard is moving at full speed!"
Amidst the laughter of the kestrel, the red-hot iron spear was thrown hard, and the dark red trajectory came out of Lorenzo's hand and penetrated several people in a row.
Lorenzo was too lazy to care what Kestrel was going crazy about. Anyway, this guy never seemed to be normal.
But something was wrong with the situation now. Lorenzo found that the artillery fire that had been supporting him had stopped. On the pier, Lorenzo could see raging steam rising from the sea, and the moonlight outlined one ferocious shadow after another.
"Lorenzo! Follow me!"
Eve shouted from the front. Lorenzo always blocked like this, causing a distance between him and the team. Eve was afraid that Lorenzo would not be able to board the ship because of the blocking. No matter how strong he was, there was no way out.
Even under such circumstances, death is inevitable.
"I know...Eve!"
Lorenzo turned around and was about to respond to Eve's words when his voice was interrupted. He saw something. Without any hesitation, Lorenzo threw the iron spear in his hand and accelerated forward.
The hot steel came with the intent of death, barely giving Eve time to think. It passed by Eve, bringing blood and pain.
The iron spear directly penetrated the galloping war horse and nailed it to the ground, abruptly ending its sprint. The warrior on top of it fell as a result and was crushed under the heavy war horse.
"careful!"
Eve issued a warning to others, and Lawrence changed his strategy. Since Eve and others could not be held back, the final massacre began. Under this indiscriminate attack, Lorenzo would always be divided because of protecting others.
Heart.
The war horses that followed rushed out of the shadows of the nearby streets. The war horses were blindfolded. They could not see what was ahead and could only follow the orders and move forward.
"Stay out of the way!"
Heibald was fed up with all this. He stopped and waved his folding knife. The war horse passed in front of him, and the sword blades crossed. Heibald had an additional wound on his body, and the warrior was cut off in full.
arm.
"Don't stop!"
Seeing this, Lorenzo roared angrily, the current situation is so depressing, Lorenzo has almost no way to solve it all.
Lawrence's words kept echoing in his ears, like a curse.
Lorenzo is different from Lawrence. For the lofty ideal, Lawrence can sacrifice anyone, and even said that he himself became a monster under this crazy ideal.
But Lorenzo couldn't do it. He might be able to sacrifice himself, but he didn't want to see his friends die.
The melodious whistle sounded, dazzling lights lit up on the sea, and the battleships walked out of the fog, completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
Lorenzo remembered these things. They were originally museums, but now they were full of power. He guessed that the barrel of the gun was pointing here now.
The situation is getting worse and worse, and Lorenzo can't think of a solution...
The invincible Mr. Holmes may not be able to fall, but his friends are not invincible. They will suffer pain and die, and will be hacked into cold corpses by random knives.
No... there is another way, but is it really necessary?
Do you use any means, abandon all ethics and morals, and trample under your feet the humanity that binds you?
The situation did not give Lorenzo much time to think. He rushed to Eve's side and reunited with the escape team. Unfortunately, they were unable to move forward now. The soldiers had already blocked the road with the speed of their horses.
It's just that little distance away, and survival is just a stone's throw away.