Chapter 1657 Intertwined in the International Meeting Twelve
Chapter 1657: Intertwining and Meeting (12)
"Ugh...!" Lawrence, who was hit by the poisonous flying knife, began to foam at the mouth and his face turned black.
"Lawrence?!" Bedivere exclaimed. He pulled out his tungsten turtle tongue whip and planned to deal with the assassin hiding in the shadow of the alley corner, but the assassin's shadow had already fled away in an instant.
Oops. Things happened so suddenly, completely beyond Bedivere's imagination. It was promised that if Lawrence joined the Meyerson Brotherhood, the Mohammed Business Group would let him go? Why was he still turned around and assassinated?
Already?!
No, no, no, now is not the time to care about this. Bedivere glanced at Lawrence again. This guy's face was now dark, he couldn't even stand still, and he was slumped in the corner. He was clearly beaten with a poisonous dagger dozens of seconds ago.
It has become like this immediately. It seems that the poison on this poisonous dagger is extremely toxic!
What should we do?! Lawrence needs to be moved out of here immediately for treatment and detoxification, otherwise this guy will die!
Bedivere suddenly gasped again: Wait, he will die?!
In this way, wouldn't it be in line with Bedivere's wishes?
Anyway, it was not Bedivere who committed the murder. He could blame the matter on the Mohammed business group and blame all the blame. And Lawrence is dead, and Solar did not participate in the competition today.
Follow Lawrence into the grave forever!
But... is this really a good idea? Just leave Lawrence here and die without saving him?
Bedivere was witnessed meeting Lawrence here. Afterwards, the elder Lawrence died, and the younger Lawrence may still be traced to Bedivere. And some things will be exposed once traced, even if the responsibility is put on Mohamed.
Wherever the German business group goes, Bediwell can't break away from it, right?
Moreover, this big Lawrence has had a few encounters with Bedivere (Kama), so it seems a bit too unkind to just ignore him like this?
Bedivere tried to carry Lawrence, but at this time he noticed that Lawrence was already cold and stiff, and he was probably not far from death from poison. Maybe this was God's will, or maybe Lawrence, a fool who didn't listen to advice, was not worth saving at all.
Now even if Bediwell picks up Lawrence and rushes to the outer wall of the black market, it is impossible to send this guy to his desert boat in time for detoxification and treatment? Besides, there are detoxification drugs or means in the desert boat's medical room
?
No matter how you thought, there was no way this guy could be saved. Just when Bedivere concluded that Lawrence was hopeless, a figure suddenly appeared from the other corner of the alley: "This way, hurry up!"
"What?" The werewolf youth was a little stunned, looking at the man who was covered in black cloth and even his face was covered. In a sense, this person who suddenly appeared was the killer who had been lurking in the darkness just now.
More suspicious.
Seeing Bedivere looking at him with confusion, the man took out a small object from his chest. A pendant with an eye carved in the middle of the triangular pattern. ------[Full Seeing]
Eye].
Bedivere immediately understood that this man was from the Meyerson Brotherhood. This mysterious masked man suddenly appeared. He probably saw that Lawrence was on the verge of death after being hit by a poisonous dart, and wanted to take him for detoxification treatment.
"Okay." Bedivere actually didn't completely believe the other party. But since he couldn't think of a way to save Lawrence, following the other party in this way was a good way to defeat the enemy. What's more, Bedivere was planning to go deeper.
The Meyerson Brotherhood, let’s find out their secrets.
The man ran very fast, and had no intention of stopping to wait for Bedivere. Fortunately, Bedivere was extraordinarily strong and could still walk quickly while carrying an adult man on his back, chasing the Meyerson Brotherhood member.
The guy was moving quickly in the dark alley. The road was quite winding. After turning one dark corner after another, they finally came to a relatively empty flat land, and in the distance there was a similar room.
An ancient stone building like an abandoned church.
"We're here. He's not dead yet?" The mysterious masked man turned back and glanced at Bedivere.
Bedivere also glanced at Lawrence who was holding on his shoulder. Although the guy was dying of poison, he was still alive. If the antidote was found immediately, he might be able to survive.
"Then bring him in." The man said, pushing open the broken wooden door of the abandoned church.
Bedivere carried the half-dead Lawrence and walked in hesitantly. He had secretly increased his vigilance and held the tungsten turtle tongue whip in his hand. He originally thought it might be a trap and belonged to the Mohammed Business Group.
It was a trap set up to encircle and suppress Bediville. However, there was no ambush in the dilapidated church. There were only a few sparse scholars who were holding scrolls in front of the kerosene lamp in the corner, as if they were
What are they discussing?
"This way." Another middle-aged man dressed as a scholar came over and said to Bedivere. He turned around and motioned for the werewolf youth to follow him and walk somewhere in the backyard of the church.
It was very dark, and Bedivere couldn't see the faces of these people clearly. He could only vaguely make out that they all looked like humans. At least the members of the Meyerson Brotherhood were all human beings, not composed of man-eating monsters.
A group, right? Bediwell breathed a sigh of relief. He followed the middle-aged man dressed as a scholar to the backyard of the church. After placing Lawrence on the ground, the scholar had already taken out a bottle of injection from a large medical box.
Injection, he quickly gave an injection to Lawrence who was poisoned and dying.
"This is serum. It should be enough to keep him alive." said the middle-aged scholar.
"Hey, you don't even have to ask, how do you know what kind of poison he was poisoned with?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel curious.
"Brother Lawrence said that he recently had some disputes with an organization in Egypt, the Mohammed Merchant Group. We know very well the murderous poison commonly used by the assassins of the Mohammed Merchant Group. It is nothing more than scorpions tempered by desert venomous scorpions.
Poison, the poison tempered by keelgrass, and the venom of the three-ringed rattlesnake in the Sahara Desert. Judging from his current poisoning symptoms, this should be rattlesnake venom." The scholar analyzed it without emotion and said
He said clearly: "Of course, it may also be mixed with two other poisons. I don't rule out this possibility. Therefore, the mixed injection I made has mixed the detoxifying serum of these three powerful poisons at the same time. Theoretically, it is enough to dissolve any of the three poisons."
A kind of poison."
Bedivere wanted to say something else, but he saw that Lawrence's originally tense face had relaxed, and it was obvious that he had survived the poisonous torture.
"It seems that he has passed the dangerous period." The middle-aged scholar chuckled lightly: "Brother Lawrence's wounds still need to be treated. Please leave him to us for treatment. There is no Captain Bediwell to worry about here.
It's a matter of your own, please excuse yourself first."
"Captain?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Even if his name was known by the other party, why was the identity of "Captain" that few people knew exposed?
...Sure enough, that guy Lawrence is a big talker. When he joined the brotherhood, he told these people everything he saw and heard, right?!
Bedivere thought he was a little angry, but the other party seemed to already know the werewolf youth's thoughts, and suddenly said: "This matter has nothing to do with the Lawrence brothers. There are also people from the Brotherhood within the Knights of Great Britain, and our intelligence network knows far more than
You have more imagination. If I say this, will you be relieved, Captain Bedivere?"
"Heh..." Then the werewolf young man snorted: "The Brotherhood is indeed very powerful. This..."
He took the opportunity to ask the other party's name, although he didn't think the other party would take the bait so easily.
However, the other party had no intention of hiding his identity at all, and calmly said to the werewolf young man: "Joy, a member of the Myerson Brotherhood. Nice to meet you, Captain Bedivere."
So the werewolf youth took another breath: Zuster?!
Could this guy be the ancestor of the vampire hunter Zuster nine hundred years later? No, no, no, maybe it’s just the same name, and he happened to join the Meyerson Brotherhood. How can there be so many coincidences in the world?
matter.
Bedivere then took advantage of the dim light of the kerosene lamp in the church to take a closer look at the other party. The Uncle Zuster in front of Bedivere did not seem to be the type who was good at fighting. He looked completely weak.
scholar.
Indeed, it is hard to imagine that Academician Zuster will be the ancestor of Uncle Zuster, the vampire hunter nine hundred years later. ------You must know that the vampire hunter Zuster was a muscular man.
I have no choice but to withdraw now.
Lawrence should be safe here. If these brotherhood people had the intention of harming Lawrence, they would not save him in the first place. Bediwell also wanted to have more contact with the Meyerson Brotherhood and find out about this brotherhood.
situation; but now is obviously not a good time, he can see that the people in the Brotherhood are wary of strangers.
In this case, it is not good to randomly sniff out the other party's secrets. Bediwell knows the truth that only by taking the long term can you catch the big fish.
"Well, good night." Then Bedivere turned around and left, leaving this place of right and wrong first.
"Wait a minute." However, I don't know whether Bediwell was too lucky or the other party had planned it. Academician Zuster suddenly said: "I heard Brother Lawrence say that Captain Bediwell is also a veteran with great qualifications."
Digger?"
"No, if what you mean by [excavation] refers to digging Egyptian tombs, I don't mean that at all." The werewolf young man answered truthfully. He felt that it was not a good idea to brag at this time. God knows how big the other party's intelligence network is.
Awesome, and how clear are you about Bedivere’s affairs?
"But you dug out the legendary illusory desert boat and took it for yourself. Is it all about luck?"
Bedivere secretly took another breath. This Meyerson Brotherhood knows too much.