Ember Gun

  Chapter 215 Stowaways

  After a short period of darkness, a faint light came on, and the intelligence agent sat in the middle, holding a few **** mice in his hands. He had expected Lorenzo's arrival a long time ago, with a smile on his indistinguishable cheek.

   "Hello, Mr. Holmes." He said directly.

  Lorenzo sat down in front of him with some curiosity and confusion, while Camu went directly outside to wait. There were only two of them in this weird room.

   "Are you an intelligence dealer?"

   "Yes, what do you want to ask?"

Hearing his affirmation, Lorenzo's inner curiosity became more vigorous, but immediately his gaze fell into the darkness behind the intelligence agent. There was something squirming in the darkness. Look carefully, relying on the vision of the demon hunter. Lorenzo saw it.

It’s a group of rats. Countless rats are crawling around in that dark corner. There are many holes in the wall for these rats to pass through. Some of them have chains on their tails, which seem to be some kind of transmission. Information symbol.

   "You all seem to know me?"

  Lorenzo was not in a hurry to ask questions, but rather curious about this. Camu also has the intelligence dealer in front of him. How did they recognize himself in the first place?

   "Of course, you are the famous Mr. Holmes."

   said the intelligence dealer.

  "In Xiacheng District, the news of Shrike is very valuable, not to mention that you are a person next to him. We all know who you are, although we have not seen you."

  Lorenzo nodded, "You look like an intelligence dealer now."

   "In fact, we didn't want to entertain you. We don't want to contact guests related to Shrike." The intelligence dealer continued.

"why?"

   "Because the Shrike is a bit... weird." The intelligence dealer said without concealment.

   "Oh? Let's listen to it?" Lorenzo became more and more interested in this information dealer.

  It sounds like he was deliberately arousing Lorenzo’s curiosity, but Lorenzo had to admit that he did it. He still had time to listen to the explanations of the intelligence agency when he tracked down the stowaways.

   "Mr. Holmes, do you know how we exchange information?" The intelligence dealer easily revealed the trade secret.

   "It's countless news, the ubiquitous eyeliner, when the joints are passed, everyone passes each other, one after another."

   "But they are just homeless people. They can't reach many more confidential places." Lorenzo said that this power is limited.

   "Yes, but we can figure out the hidden story through some small things."

  The intelligence dealer's eyes glowed.

  "Think about Mr. Holmes. In fact, many different events are implicitly related. The simplest example is what your mother would do at night."

  Lorenzo sat upright and listened carefully to what he said.

  “According to your family’s economic situation, discounts on market food, the tastes of your family, etc., things that are already unknown will have certain possibilities that can be specifically guessed.”

   "But this is still not accurate enough, it just exists in the theory." Lorenzo said.

   "So this is just a calculation, not a prediction. It is an inaccurate calculation, but it is worthy of reference." The intelligence dealer replied.

  "This is what we have been doing, collecting a large amount of detailed information, and when necessary, we will check from this huge database of information, and then make certain calculations..."

   "Weave a story that approximates the truth." Lorenzo said slowly.

  The intelligence dealer replied affirmatively, "Yes."

  "We can calculate a reasonable story from all angles, at least within a certain range, but Shrike is different. His story is very special and unreasonable, or what he is hiding, which is enough to be vigilant and fearful."

  Lorenzo did not speak for a while, he thought about it carefully, and said again after a few seconds of silence.

   "What you said is feasible in theory, but in practice it may be extremely difficult, or even impossible."

  Don’t talk about anything else, just the huge information storage and recall is a huge problem. Even the clean-up agency doesn’t have that kind of execution ability, but... what if they can really do it?

  Lorenzo thought of something, he asked, "That is to say, just like the rumors, somewhere in this underground, there is really an archive built by your bad rats? It is full of people's gossip?"

  The intelligence dealer did not directly answer this question, but talked about something else.

  "For deeper secrets, you can actually ask Rat King. I'm just an intelligence dealer."

  Lorenzo’s pupils shrunk slightly, this sentence has too much meaning.

  "In other words, does the rat king really exist?"

   "Otherwise? Without his instructions, do you think I would tell you so much?" The intelligence dealer said slowly, stroking a big mouse in his hand.

  "Mr. Holmes, you are an interesting person, at least someone the Rat King thinks is interesting."

"Why?"

   "Now we have to ask the rat king."

"Where is he?"

"I have no idea."

  In a brief and quick conversation, the intelligence agent seemed to see Lorenzo's displeasure, and he went on to say, "If there is a need, the Rat King will come to see you instead of you to see him."

  "Come and ask your questions."

  The chat is over, and the intelligence dealer puts down the mouse in his hand.

  Lorenzo looked at him, thought about it, and asked, “Smugglers, there were some stowaways from Feilengcui a few days ago, I want to know where they are.”

  The intelligence dealer thought for a while, and he seemed to be counting something, then he said.

   "The time is up, you can go after them."

  Lorenzo was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

   "Literally, the customer before you was a stowaway from Feilengcui. If nothing else, he should be the person you were looking for."

   "Wait? You were dragging time just now?" Lorenzo suddenly felt an unknown fire.

   "He is also a wealthy customer, I can't just sell him backhand, right? After all, I am essentially a businessman."

  The intelligence dealer said very sincerely.

   "No...this is a bit too coincidental, right?"

  Lorenzo was vigilant, as if he had fallen into a certain whirlpool since he found Camu.

   "You are all the customers I can't give up. Who to invest in makes it difficult for me to make a choice," the intelligence dealer said. "So it's better than this, Mr. Holmes."

   "Come to prove which of you is more valuable."

  Lorenzo stared at him, but suddenly the whole room trembled violently, and there was a roaring sound outside the door, and he could feel a faint surging of heat and vaguely wailing.

   "It seems that your guest is not a good thing."

Lorenzo heard the sound of the gunfire, and the intelligence agent's face gradually condensed. He rushed out and saw people falling from above. They shook the promenade violently, and blood overflowed. , Most of them fell directly into the pool below, disappearing into the hazy water mist, without knowing their life or death.

   "What's the matter?" The intelligence dealer shouted at Camu outside the door.

   But obviously Camu didn’t know what was going on. He was just a living tramp, and he didn’t even know why this despicable place was attacked.

  A rain of bullets poured down from above, and the steel collided with each other, and the rusty corridor was shattered and crumbling below.

  A mouse ran from the side with a red hanging chain tied to its tail.

   "Evacuate, evacuate!"

  The intelligence agent roared loudly. In fact, without him yelling, the bad rats also moved. The entire underground world was intricate. They had dug many tunnels long ago to survive.

   Suddenly the corridor broke, and the dangerous house built on the dangerous ground was destroyed here. The whole ground was half-tilted, and the intelligence agent grabbed the nearby bulge so that he did not fall.

  Although there is a cistern below, falling from this height is no different from falling on the ground. In the final analysis, he is just a better brain, and his body is just an ordinary person.

   "It looks like your investment has failed."

  Lorenzo calmly said that he, like the intelligence dealer, grabbed the bump on the side so that he would not fall, but he was not panicked at all. This situation was not dangerous for him.

  The intelligence business is in a hurry, and it seems that peaceful business is doing too much. He has forgotten that he has killed people.

   "Damn, Feilengcui's dog stuff is not reliable!"

   A loud curse, Lorenzo, who was watching the joke, was stunned. Although he knew that he was not cursing himself, it still felt a little strange.

  He raised his head. The bullet rain came from above. The mist from the waterfall blurred his vision, and Lorenzo could only see the gunfire that lit up from time to time.

   "We have to get out of here!"

  Kamu shouted. He grabbed the raised position and tried to move to the unbroken promenade. As long as they climbed up, they would hope to escape from this dangerous place.

  A violent fire light fell, igniting the surroundings, trapping several people.

  "Do you want to continue?"

  At a high place, the corpses of the rats were everywhere, the priest stared at the bottom, and the servant beside him asked.

  "Go on, I know the operation of the old Dunling, these people who died in Xiacheng will not attract their attention."

  "May..." The follower wanted to say something, but was severely interrupted by the priest.

  "Stop releasing that ridiculous kindness. The new pope is still chasing us. We must find the "Revelation" before him. Only in this way can our disadvantage be brought back. Do you know?"

   the priest said angrily.

  Their last eyeliner in the church was also removed. Fortunately, they communicated Lawrence's position before they died, which gave the priests a chance of winning.

   "Go on, we can't leave any traces, even if it's seen by mice."

  He knows the terrible of the new pope well. The power of the cardinal secretaries for many years has been easily defeated. Even if they finally escaped, the new pope is still pressing on, not giving them any chance to breathe.

  Hearing such an order, the followers had no choice but to execute it. They occupied the high ground, and these bad rats were just targets in their eyes.

  The gunshots are intensive, like rain pouring.

The bullets concentrated on the largest tumor in the center. Because of the **** of the terrain, this dangerous place protected you from being exposed to the gunner’s sight, but the flames continued to fall. Several people It is only a matter of time before being burned to death.

   "It looks like your guest is specifically trying to kill you!"

   Lorenzo said that the shooting was gradually concentrated, they just wanted to kill the intelligence dealer.

  The intelligence agency didn't say a word, his brain was running fast, but in this hell, no amount of calculations could surpass the physical weakness.

  Suddenly Lorenzo caught him, and the detective spoke to him loudly.

   "Tell the rat king, I am also very interested in him!"

  The intelligence dealer was stunned by Lorenzo's roar. He didn't know what this neuropathy was doing, but after a while, the intelligence dealer realized that he had risen into the air.

  His eyes flew quickly, and the whole person suddenly felt a strange emotion. He could see Lorenzo who was constantly going away from him, and the promenade that quickly approached... This lunatic threw himself out!

  The intelligence dealer directly slammed into the promenade, but he knew that he shouldn’t think about where this detective had such a lot of strength now. He quickly got up from the ground and ran quickly on the crumbling promenade.

Camu followed closely, but as he fell, the promenade made a sound of collapse. He ran a few steps before the promenade was completely broken. Fortunately, at the last moment, he escaped, and the intelligence agency on the edge was destroyed. run down.

  But then Lorenzo would have no escape route. He was still in the dangerous place in the center, where a fire was burning.

  The intelligence dealer looked there, and Lorenzo was also looking at him. The detective seemed to be talking to him, but he couldn't hear him because the distance was too far. The intelligence dealer said slowly according to his mouth.

   "Situ...Waiting for me?"

What's the meaning? In the eyes of the intelligence agent, Lorenzo is definitely dead in this situation, but he... he ran!

  The picture beyond common sense appeared in the eyes of the intelligence dealer. The detective had no escape plan from the beginning, but a counterattack plan.

  The figure jumped up at an extreme speed. It was a force that was completely beyond ordinary people. As he jumped and fell, the fragile corridor broke again.

  Several corridors were almost all broken, and the detective ran wildly on the continuously collapsing corridor, his goal was the top.

  The gunmen also seemed to be aware of this weird guy. They began to concentrate their fire attacks, but they couldn't keep up with Lorenzo's speed. The detective ran fast.

  In the vertical space, above the four walls, there are simple ladders built by the rats. It is staggered to cover the walls, and Lorenzo jumps directly on it.

Lorenzo is very happy now. He is worrying about how to catch these smugglers. Instead, they send them to the door. The deeper part of their emotions is vigilance. Ordinary smugglers will not have such firepower and behave with bad rats. Transaction, their identity must be problematic.

  But don't worry, as long as Lorenzoden reaches the highest point, all these mysteries will have a result.

The gunners realized Lorenzo’s danger and increased their firepower. The bullets kept falling, breaking the rotten wooden ladder. Lorenzo jumped directly over the vacancy. But this time the gunners learned to be clever. After the knockout, Lorenzo lost his place.

  The pale sword light suddenly appeared, and the sword pierced fiercely into the wall. Lorenzo hung on it. He was very close to the heights, and he could even see the scared faces of the gunmen clearly.

Like a **** of death, Lorenzo swung up with a sword. At this moment, the priest snatched the firearm. Loren was no longer able to escape in the air. The gunfire sounded and Lorenzo was hit. But the bullet was blocked by the sword, but his figure stagnated in mid-air due to the impact and lost the power to move forward.

  He could only watch the gunmen flee, and then fell into the reservoir below.

  (End of this chapter)