The tide surging into the streets lapped at the buildings, repeatedly washing the surfaces of the walls, and collecting messy things, like a group of excited thugs trying to knock on the doors with their swords.
The floor of the tavern was already covered with standing water, the door was shaking violently, and rainwater was still overflowing from the gaps.
Hercule was not frightened by these strange things, probably because he had been hanging out with Lorenzo for a long time. At the moment, all this was far from touching his threshold.
Poirot sat on his shoulder in a panic, while Hercule held a shotgun in his hand and was wrapped with bullet chains, looking like he was going to kill everyone.
"Everyone, this tavern provides evacuation services. You can choose to stay or leave."
Hercule said calmly.
"Escape? A secret passage?" Oscar asked, "I heard Lorenzo say that you rats dug countless secret passages under the old Dunling."
"Secret passages are impossible. It's raining so hard. I guess they have all been washed away." Hercule shook his head. "The shelter is the safe house behind the tavern. It is just a simple protective treatment. If there is no
If the devil comes to our door, we can drink there without any worries until the next morning."
"Want... to stay?"
Rhodes held the folding knife and his voice trembled.
He looked at the people present and tried to ask for their opinions.
"No, I am Anonymous and I need to fulfill my duties."
Sa Liangxi said without fear, holding a folding knife and a gun in his hand. The girl who was hiding from the rain with him just now disappeared, replaced by the murderous God of War.
Rhodes felt a little headache. These guys seemed to be like this. He didn't know whether to say they were dedicated or what. Their personal life and work were very separate.
When it’s time to be crazy, you’re more crazy than anyone else; when it’s time to die, you’re the one who stands ahead of everyone else.
"Can……"
Rhodes wanted to say something else, but suddenly there was a fierce knock on the door, as if there were thousands of hands knocking hard on the door, and there were waves of wailing amidst the howling wind.
This scared him a lot. The only reliable combat force here seems to be Sa Liang Xi. It's not that Rhodes doesn't trust Sa Liang Xi, but in this crisis, a few people appear so fragile, like a man on a raging wave.
A lonely boat will be swallowed up by big waves in the next second.
"Open the door! Help!"
After being alert, several people in the room heard the sound clearly.
Looking at each other, Sagaraki held the folding knife and moved forward, while Hercule climbed out of the bar, picked up the shotgun, and pointed it at the door.
Buscaro was still immersed in this crazy prelude, Oscar was drinking and having fun, as if it had nothing to do with him.
He poured out the alcohol, stood up, and wandered around the tavern. Then he stood in front of a wall, stretched out his hand, and took off the decorative long sword and short axe.
"Is this thing sharpened?" Oscar asked.
He probably really drank too much. Before Hercule could respond, he muttered to himself, "Forget it, it's almost the same."
Several people were fully armed. Sa Liangxi opened the door, and several embarrassed guys rushed in. Their bodies were stained with blood, and their faces were frightened.
"He is a citizen...a relatively stable citizen." Sa Liangxi said meaningfully.
Hercule understood what he meant, lowered his muzzle, and paid attention to these people.
"Monster! Monster!"
They roared loudly and did not notice the face of the stranger in Sa Liangxi at all.
"I saw it, you don't need to say anything."
The Serako River looked straight ahead. In the pouring rain, blurry black shadows could be seen slowly emerging, and a familiar smell wafted in the cold water vapor.
He raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger. After the fire exploded, the bullet disappeared into the rain and fog, stirring up little scarlet bloodstains.
"The devil is coming!"
Sa Liangxi roared, raised his folding knife, opened fire, lowered his body, and rushed towards the black figure in the rain and fog.
She can't let the monsters get closer. The antimeme-ridden Sagara Kei is not afraid of the suppression of erosion, but these terrified citizens are different. Before the monsters are wiped out, every survivor is a potential monster.
.
The heavy rain soaked her in an instant, and the water-absorbent clothes became heavy, but this could not stop Sa Liangxi. She squinted her eyes, trying not to let the raindrops interfere with her vision. The black shadow was close in front of her eyes, and the sharp claws she waved broke open.
Raindrops.
After only hearing a sound like a collision between metals, Sa Liangxi set up the folding knife with both hands, and swung it with all his strength, and then a twisting growth, and the arm with claws flew up, with a ferocious cross-section, carrying
Bloodstains.
Lifting the muzzle of the gun, constantly pulling the trigger, and firing without interruption, Sarangxi stepped suddenly, stepped on the demon's knees, and jumped up in front of it.
Rhodes hid indoors and watched the fight between Sa Liangxi and the demon.
Sarakei knew very well that the number of demons would only increase. Before receiving support, they needed to conserve their firepower. What's more, the ammunition used by Hercule was not equipped with the purification mechanism. It was just ordinary gunpowder and
Steel, without holy silver or antimemetic protection, cannot suppress demons.
The folding knife is plated with holy silver. This is Sagaraki's sharp blade. She is so close to the demon, it's like dancing together.
The fangs were exposed on the ferocious face, and Sa Liangxi frowned slightly, then the folding knife penetrated along the forehead, penetrated the skull, and stabbed out along the lower jaw. With the strength of the wrist and the weight of the body, the tip of the knife stabbed down twice.
, split it from its head, chopped its chest into pieces, and made a thunderous sound.
Landing smoothly, blood spurted out and sprinkled on Sa Liangxi's body, dyeing her red while bringing a slight warmth.
As if dancing, Sarangxi lowered his body and easily dodged the fatal blow.
The demon's head has been destroyed by her, and the cervical vertebrae have also been broken by the slash. Now only the heart is still beating violently, and the flesh and blood that protects the heart has been cut open by her.
She had no expression on her face, stood up quickly, and stabbed the folding knife diagonally upward. The metal pulled out a straight and bright trajectory, accurately piercing the demon's heart, and twisted the handle of the knife hard, crushing it completely.
The demon's movements stagnated for a second, and then it fell heavily as if it had lost all its strength. The blood lost its restraints and continued to overflow, completely dyeing the water at the foot of the Sara River dark red.
"pretty!"
Oscar stood at the door and cheered for Sa Liangxi. He raised his long sword and short ax and clashed them hard, making a crisp sound.
Sa Liangxi turned around and glanced back. Before she could say anything, another person suddenly rushed out of the room. It was Buscaro. He had an angry look on his face and held the gift he got from Hercule.
The firearm ran awkwardly into the rain and fog.
"You are looking for death!" Oscar yelled when he saw this.
Buscaro ignored him and ran through the heavy rain. He looked at Sa Liang Kei. The two looked at each other briefly, and then Sa Liang Kei let him pass him and ran into the rain and mist.
"Stop him!" Oscar shouted.
Sa Liangxi was stunned for a moment, then tightened his grip on the folding knife, "I will take good care of him."
After saying that, she followed Buscaro. Sagaraki knew exactly what Buscaro was going to do. After being frightened, he finally got up his courage. Although the time was not right, it was not too late.
"Damn it, Hercule, you can hold this place!"
Oscar shouted to Hercule.
"Fortunately, the safe house can accommodate these people."
Hercule was calling the citizens to evacuate the houses, and distributed weapons to those who still had sense and dared to face the monster.
"That's good."
Oscar said, turned around, and ran into the rain and fog, trying to chase the two of them. He moved quickly, without looking like a drunkard at all, and the long sword and short ax were extremely light in his hands.
Rhodes looked around. This sudden change caught him off guard. His eyes were frightened and he dodge back and forth.
Hercule also stopped what he was doing and looked at Rhodes.
"Don't hesitate, my friend, or at least don't regret it."
Rhodes listened to Hercule's words and looked into the depths of the rain and fog. There was only turbid darkness and the roar of demons could be heard.
It's not necessary. I'm just a civil servant. It's enough to get here.
Yes, that's enough.
He tried to comfort himself, but at this moment the noisy sound of electricity sounded, followed by various shouts.
"The demons are gathering in Dongcheng District, we need reinforcements!"
Rhodes followed the sound and saw that the communicator was placed on the table. Sa Liangxi forgot to bring it with him during the charge.
"I guess you'll need this."
Hercule said as he threw a backpack containing some medical supplies and some ammunition.
"I...I don't know how to use this thing." Rhodes said.
"But they will."
Hercule smiled at him.
With trembling hands, Rhodes picked up his backpack, picked up the communicator, his eyes kept wandering, and finally he cursed.
"damn it!"
Rhodes said nothing more, clenched the weapon in his hand, and rushed out of the tavern into the rain and fog.
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The rain was heavy, hitting my body with crackling sounds, and I could gradually feel a vague pain.
Buscaro's clothes were soaked all over his body. He gasped for breath, but when he breathed in the cold air, there was a sharp stinging pain in his lungs, as if steel nails were stirring.
He is an old guy and an alcoholic. The hangover of the past few months has made his already not very healthy body even more fragile. He doesn't even need monsters to hunt him. Just these few steps of running can almost
It took away half of his life.
His heart was beating violently, as if it was going to explode, and pain was felt in his limbs. Soon, these pains would make him lose consciousness due to the low temperature.
It was a vast expanse of white. Buscaro didn't know how far he had run, nor how far away his wife's hotel was from him. The heavy rain blurred his vision and he could hardly open his eyes.
In the peripheral vision, I could only see a turbid world. Under the heavy rain, everything was covered with a layer of coldness.
The heat is constantly being lost, the strength is bottoming out little by little, and the anger has been almost extinguished by the cold rain. Now he is no longer trying to save his wife, but is sending himself to death.
Yes, die.
Buscaro panted, his body became heavier and heavier, and every drop of rain hit him like a heavy punch. He tried to take off a few pieces of clothing, which made him feel a little more relaxed, but only a little.
He is a doctor, and he knows his situation very well. He cannot defeat even a gangster, let alone a monster.
But at this moment, Buscaro heard the sound of breathing in the rain and fog. The sound was so loud that it was like a fan in a factory, sucking in hot and cold air.
Buscaro's eyes widened, and another blurry black figure was getting closer to it... more than one.
"Demon...demon."
Buscaro held his breath and slowly lifted the firearm he was leaning on. He tried to resist, but then he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to use this thing.
He was a doctor, and the only weapon he had ever used was a scalpel. Buscaro had never used a gun. Although he knew how to pull a trigger, even aiming seemed difficult due to his experience.
The bloated body slowly stopped, and Buscaro stood dumbly under the heavy rain, and then he burst into tears.
He had no strength to run, no strong will, and he didn't even have the ability to fire. Everything was just a moment of anger. But after the anger passed, Buscaro became deeply aware of his own powerlessness and failure.
In this critical moment, he couldn't save his wife... He couldn't even save himself.
"My life is such a failure..."
Buscaro was engulfed by a huge sense of powerlessness, and the more he thought about it, the more painful he became.
There was a rapid sound behind the rain and fog, the demon was approaching at a faster speed, and death was coming. Buscaro relied on his instinct to grab the gun and fired randomly, but the strong wind and cold rain interfered with him, and none of the bullets hit the target.
The demon was close enough that Buscaro could easily see its appearance.
The demon is on all fours, crawling like a beast, with its hind legs arched, ready to kill at any time. Its skin is scarlet, without the protection of the skin, its flesh and blood are directly exposed. Its slender tail is slowly shaking, and the end is dragging a sharp blade.
.
Then the tail blade swung.
He was about to die, so ridiculously and pointlessly.
Buscaro even began to blame himself. Why did he rush out? He should be hiding in the tavern shivering, waiting for these heroes to save him...
"Get away!"
Buscaro held the barrel of the gun, swung it hard, and slammed the butt of the gun against the speeding tail blade.
No, he's had enough of being a loser.
The butt of the gun miraculously caught the tail blade, and the gun was shaken out of hand. Buscaro also fell backwards and fell into the stagnant water. He struggled to get up to avoid drowning.
Sure enough, it was still in vain and he failed.
He is a mortal after all, and it doesn't mean he can defeat a bloodthirsty monster just by shouting harsh words.
Buscaro looked at the demon rushing toward him, and his mind went blank for a moment.
A deafening gunshot sounded, and a blow hit the demon's head. The figure in mid-air fell into the stagnant water. It struggled to get up, but soon Sa Liangxi flew over with a folding knife and slashed
Cut off its wildly dancing tail blade.
Another roar sounded, and a demon rushed from the side, but the galloping sword was faster than it. Buscaro could only see a flash of white light, and then the long nail was driven into the demon's neck, penetrating
of the spine.
Someone strode forward and stepped on a splash of water half as tall as a person.
To him, it doesn't matter whether the weapon is sharp or not. As long as the force is strong enough, even if the blade is blunt, it can break bones.
"Hey!"
Oscar exhaled, roared, swung the short axe, and smashed the monster's shoulder fiercely. He jumped up and turned around, grabbed the long sword nailed into the neck, pulled it out forcefully, and chopped off most of the monster's head.
His face was dyed red with blood. Without any hesitation, the sword stabbed down again and sank into the demon's chest. Gradually, it stopped struggling and was swallowed by the rising water.
Oscar turned around and smiled at Buscaro, who asked slightly dully.
"Aren't you a writer?"
Looking at Oscar covered in blood, Buscaro suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood this old friend.
"Writers also have to go out to collect materials." Oscar held a sword in one hand and a hatchet in the other. "Have you read my "The Life of Oscar Wilde"?"
"No...no," Buscaro shook his head stiffly, "What's wrong?"
"What a pity. You should read it. It's a good book. I mentioned in the book that when I was young, I was a thief, gunner, swordsman, assassin, bandit, bandit, pirate, adventurer, and captain.
…”
"Oh, by the way, there are also those who built the country. To be precise, those who built the country before."
Oscar muttered and walked towards the next demon.
"So! People still need to study more!"
Swinging the long sword and short axe, the old body resounded with great strength, tearing through the hazy rain and fog, and heard the sound of broken bones.