Crown of Silence

Chapter 412 Arrows and Flowers

At that moment, the priest who was eating the food looked up, and a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes.

Behind the door, the priest holding the sword silently drew his sword and stared silently at the door panel. It only took a moment to penetrate the waiter's head through the door panel.

Chill breaks out.

"Is there anything else?"

The priest stared at the waiter's face with a cold expression.

The waiter swallowed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and subconsciously shrank his neck, even the smile he squeezed out became stiff. The hand that reached into his arms was awkwardly pulled out, and it was a small colorful card.

"Guest, do you need service?"

He handed over the card with trembling hands. On the card, the girl in voluptuous clothes showed her coquettishness and was extremely tempting: "Hot burgundy girl, only six, no, only forty pounds at a time..."

As he spoke, he became more fluent, and finally there was a man's tacit and ambiguous smile on his face, unaware that he was on the line between life and death:

"If you need anything, there are smaller ones too!"

"unnecessary."

The priest looked coldly, glanced at the card in his hand, tore it into pieces, threw it into the trash can, and then slammed the door shut, almost hitting his diligent face.

After closing the door, the priest took out a black iron stick from his arms and tested the poison before bringing the dinner plate over.

The distraught Colt took a few bites of steak and couldn't eat anymore. He carefully thought about all the details that might leak the secret, but he still couldn't figure out where this sense of crisis came from.

Soon, his fingers twitched, he raised his head, and his expression suddenly changed.

"wrong!"

This short-distance iron ship could only be said to be barely adequate, and it mainly relied on transporting some impoverished immigrants. Even the furnishings in the most luxurious suites were old and had a musty smell.

Wealthy people simply don't travel on such humble junks; they have safer and more comfortable cruises to choose from.

Well, who on this ship would pay forty pounds to find a prostitute?

"That card!"

He suddenly looked at the trash can at the door: "Where is the card?"

When the two priests heard this, their expressions changed. They lowered their heads and rummaged through the trash can, and soon found the fragments. However, after careful inspection, they could not find any clues.

No poison, no other secret tricks, nothing.

Just ordinary pieces of paper...

"Just relax, Colt."

On the inside, Philip, who was leaning on the old sofa, raised his eyes: "There's no need to make a fuss, I'm here for everything."

Colt's face turned green and white. He didn't know whether he was angry because of his mistake or ashamed of his panic: "Sorry, I thought too much."

Before he finished speaking, a clear voice sounded.

Death arrives.

——

Twenty minutes ago, the iron wheel was about to set sail.

Amidst the high-pitched sound of the whistle, Master Bono in gray passed by the sailors carrying supplies and water and food, stepped off the ship, and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

The shirtless sailors smoked cigarettes and told dirty jokes and jokes, with the lips of prostitutes still remaining on their sweaty bodies.

On the carts and on their shoulders, boxes filled with grain and goods were carried all the way down the freight elevator to the bottom warehouse. And just in the crowd, a few inconspicuous people quietly blended into the dirty boat and were never seen again.

A few minutes later, someone walked into the crew's bedroom, tied up the dozing owner and stuffed it under the bed, politely took off his clothes, changed his clothes, put on the latex prosthetic face, and finally He stuffed a small promotional card for the brothel from the toilet waste basket into his pocket.

So it looks decent.

He looked in the mirror, made a few faces, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out the door.

"Suite C2 on the 2nd floor."

There was a lazy crew member squatting on the wall of the corridor smoking a cigarette, and gave him an address: "It's right next to the captain's bedroom, the best room. That group of people are very cautious, and they can't escape their eyes even if there is the slightest disturbance. It’s not a good job, you’d better be careful.”

"There's no easy job in a troublesome business." The 'waiter' stuffed a roll of money orders into his pocket: "This is your share. Have the holes in the lifeboat been dug?"

"Drill a hole? Do you want to put two more candles in it?"

The sailor grinned, as if he was mocking: "There is no need to chisel at all. I have been on the ship for six years, and the lifeboat has not been overhauled. The bastard captain has long since sold everything quietly. The remaining two The boats are all fake and will be gone once they are launched into the water.

Let me tell you, if you want to get a big one, there is no need to go to such trouble. When the ship reaches the yellow zone..." He made an explosive gesture: "God doesn't know it, and ghosts don't know it. "

"There are still people on this ship who have committed sins that are not worthy of death. They should have a chance to atone for their sins before going to hell." The waiter said lightly: "Besides, this is also the employer's request: try not to affect innocent people."

"He is indeed a professional." The sailor exclaimed, "He talks like a priest."

The waiter smiled, said nothing, stood up and left. When he walked to the cabin door, he heard a voice behind him: "Take good care of Mr. Holmes for me. Now I won't owe him anything."

He turned around and watched the sailor put out his cigarette and turn around to leave.

Ten minutes later, the door slammed on the waiter's face, slapping the obscene smile flat.

He squatted down and screamed in pain, but his fingers were stained with paint from his cuffs, and he drew a few red dots on the wall of the cabin without leaving any trace. The moment he reached out to the door, he had already seen the positions of everyone in the cabin through the copper button on his wrist.

"One three steps, one six steps, they are musicians, and there are two at the door, wearing armor under their clothes."

At the corner of the corridor, he passed by a group of passengers returning to the cabin, and his lips moved slightly while rubbing his nose. The group of passengers walked away laughing and laughing, and returned to their cabins.

In those different cabins, the moment the cabin doors were closed, the dust sheets covering the furniture and beds were uncovered. Those men, women, old and young took off their coats silently, revealing the close-fitting leather clothes underneath. The metal parts laid under the dust sheets were quickly combined into a huge machine under the patchwork of several hands.

Several black crossbow carts as tall as half a person were lifted up in unison. The carpet was lifted, revealing the hollows that had been chiseled long ago. The expansion screws were driven into them and quickly stuck, fixing the heavy crossbow carts to the steel floor.

"Angle correction."

The engineer with glasses tore off a few pages of notes he had just written, wrote densely in pencil on them with formulas, and pasted them on the crossbow carts:

"At nine o'clock, offset by sixteen degrees."

"At twelve o'clock, offset eight degrees to the left. Sixth deck."

"At seven o'clock, cover the surface."

In the suitcase, under the messy clothes, steel arrows as thick as a child's arm were assembled and carried on the crossbow cart. As the winch turned, they were embedded in the mechanism.

As the crossbow cart turned, it reflected the sunset light outside the window and shone on a dull face. So that face was coated with a layer of chilling iron light.

With the adjustment of the angle, the crossbow was aimed at the position of several people in the box through several layers of cabin boards. The final calibration was completed.

In the numbing dull sound, the steel string in the crossbow was tightened, and with a crisp sound, the last safety was unlocked. With just a slight click, the deadly crossbow arrow would burst out.

But in the silence, everyone's face was calm and serious. They lowered their heads and half-knelt on the ground under the guidance of the engineer, closing their eyes and praying.

"The bell of mourning is about to ring, my Lord, for you."

Their voices were cold and low, as if they were about to melt into the stone: "Please lower the curtain and judge, so that the guilty can be convicted, and the convicted can be redeemed in hell.

We will execute your judgment and fill this river flowing to you with their souls, endlessly."

The engineer lowered his eyes and drew the holy emblem on his chest:

"In the name of the Holy City, the Holy Spirit and the Holy Son..."

"—— Fire!"

Bang!

First, the trigger was pulled, and the spring popped out with a slight sound, then the hub rotated, the steel string cut through the air with a shriek, and then the dark and heavy iron arrow broke through the air.

In the time that was decelerated thousands of times, the armor-piercing arrow tore through the air, leaving ripples like water, and passed through the cabin board with great force, as gentle and silent as water entering a pile of sand.

Then the cabin board burst, tearing open a huge hole, the pale air waves rolled, and all the glass was broken, bursting, and fell into the sea.

And the iron arrow roared, broke through the air, and penetrated the cabin board layer by layer like a dragon's roar.

One layer, two layers, three layers, four layers...

Destroy withering and rotting!

Until the end, it tore through the wall of the suite, and the cold iron light appeared behind the blood-stained priest.

At that moment, the silent priest like stone suddenly shook, and the steel prosthesis spewed out hot steam, and the sword blade popped out of the scabbard like lightning and slashed backwards.

It hit.

But the next moment, the sword blade broke, and the shrill fragments shot into his chest, scratching several cracks, and the bones were white under the cracks.

Then the iron arrow continued to move forward, shattering the sternum and spine, piercing his chest, leaving a cruel big hole, and finally wedged into the wall, the arrow body trembling endlessly.

And just before that moment, Master Philip's face suddenly changed, a three-inch cold light burst out from his pupils, and his hands were clasped together in a prayer. The shadow of the holy emblem emerged from the void behind him, covering him.

Pure white light lit up from between his hands, shooting towards Colt like a meteor, covering him, and the next moment, the light vibrated, clamping the iron arrow that was flying towards him tightly.

Staring at the iron arrow that was only a few centimeters away from him, Colt was sweating profusely in an instant.

And at this moment, the iron arrows suddenly disintegrated and exploded.

Like a flower.

——

I didn't want to talk, but everyone in the book review area was arguing.

This volume hasn't finished yet, so it won't be too late to make a conclusion after it's finished.