Ember Gun

  Chapter 232 Prejudice

After the negotiation broke down, the two groups of people still had differences on business issues. The best way to resolve the differences was to settle the other party aggressively, holding iron and guns tightly, waiting for the boss to order the two brothers. Will rush up to beat you to death.

  Lorenzo didn't care about the people behind him. Instead, he looked at the smiling Hercules, and then his angry expression softened, becoming the same as Hercules, with a strange smile.

  Herkeley didn't understand why Lorenzo could still laugh, but Lorenzo slowly said.

  "You really don’t seem to know the ‘things in the dark’, do you?"

   "Of course, if I knew it, I wouldn't bother you so much."

  Herkeley doesn’t know what Lorenzo is referring to, but it is expected to be the same thing he has been pursuing.

   "Yes, thank you for your warning, Hercule."

   "No thanks, arrogance and prejudice, these are unavoidable flaws." Hercules felt that something bad was about to happen.

   "Huh? Pride and prejudice, I admit I am arrogant, so where is the prejudice?"

  There are mysteries hidden in the words of the two people, Lorenzo asked.

  "You will know after you solve them, do you need weapons?"

   "No need."

Lorenzo seemed extremely confident. He was very arrogant and worthy of arrogance. He was a demon hunter, and the secret blood flowing in his body was enough to crush all problems. He also remembered Hercule's words. After all, Lawrence was because To die for the arrogance of mortals.

  The powerful Demon Hunter Master never expected that it was not the burning nail sword that would end him, but the fire rain cast by industry.

   "Then... I started?" Lorenzo asked.

Hercule made a gesture of please, Lorenzo laughed, and in Hercule's puzzled gaze, he drank the remaining wine in the glass, and then threw the sharp spiked sword out. Just like solid light.

  The sound of metal crashing made the already suppressed atmosphere a little more solemn. The two groups of people were always alert to each other, but they did not expect that the first person to pull out the weapon was this strange guy.

   "Does anyone still want to go out?"

  Lorenzo inserted the folding knife into the table, like a thread, separating the two groups of people.

  No one responded to him, and more eyes fell on him. It seemed that they didn't mind to deal with the sudden appearance of the guy before the fight.

   Realizing that he had attracted hatred, Lorenzo smiled happily and walked straight forward.

  "Do you use weapons?"

  This move scared Herculi. Lorenzo didn't take his pocket knife at all, and walked forward empty-handed. He just wanted to test the gap between Lorenzo and the ordinary people, instead of letting him die.

  He had already grabbed the gun under the bar. He wondered if the detective was drunk. If he couldn't do anything next, Hercules was about to open fire to rescue Lorenzo, but then the voice sounded.

   "That is a weapon for hunting ‘monster’, and it’s not useful for these people."

  Lorenzo said so.

  Although they could not understand the conversation between the two, these thugs could also feel Lorenzo's provocation. Someone had already stood up, and the bright iron was under them.

  It seems that the air has turned into leadstone, stacked on everyone's chest, everyone is ready to wait, one side thinks Lorenzo is an enemy person, and the other side has the same idea.

  A sense of numbness filled his body, Lorenzo slowly opened his hand, and then suddenly showed a strange smile to everyone present, the next moment he grabbed the shotgun in the dressing room, and violently raised and fired.

  The times have changed! grown ups!

  Lorenzo smiled wildly, looking like a demon king.

  This sudden change makes everyone surprised. You feel like you are going to be singled out, but what's the matter with suddenly taking out a shotgun?

  Even Hercule who was about to turn over the bar and rescued Lorenzo was taken aback by Lorenzo's trick. It felt like Lorenzo was bragging about all those words that were full of compulsions.

  Those thugs were too scared to move. At this distance, the firepower of the shotgun was almost lethal, and there was no chance of rescue. The broken projectiles would directly smash people.

Lorenzo pulled the trigger, and nothing happened in the slight noise. It stands to reason that there would be scattered bullets that would smash the mob in front of him. He fled in a hurry under Lorenzo’s firepower, but in fact it was in Lorenzo. After pulling the trigger, only a small amount of river water poured out of the barrel.

   More than a dozen eyes exchanged intentions back and forth. In the roller coaster-like change, even these long-running thugs did not react.

  Lorenzo looked a little helpless and grabbed the barrel of the gun. He blamed himself for forgetting these things. He had just crawled out of the Thames and the ammunition had already been flooded.

   "Excuse me, let's change the opening method!"

  While these people hadn't reacted, Lorenzo waved the shotgun as he spoke, and the handle of the gun hit a person's head heavily. As the shot fell, the chaos began.

Swearing, firing, wine bottles and chairs flying across, Hercule hurriedly lowered his body, and then a flying knife wiped his hair past, nailed to the wooden cabinet behind him, he probed slightly, observing Luo Renzo saw the detective walking back and forth in the crowd, obviously his body was restricted, but he was still too fierce.

  This is Hercule's estimation error. He has never understood those things in the dark. No matter how good at calculation, he is just like a human flaw. He can't guess something that humans have never seen before.

  The shackles may be able to restrain mortals, but they cannot restrain monsters.

Lorenzo threw the shotgun vigorously and knocked down a man trying to draw the gun. Then he picked up the spoon on the tabletop, broke it, and squeezed it firmly with the tip of his fingertips exposed, just like a simple The same as a tiger.

  The intensity of this anesthesia can bring down a normal adult, but Lorenzo is an adult, but he is not normal, this kind of paralysis can not limit him much.

Although the reaction has declined, Lorenzo is still deadly for ordinary people. He punched fiercely and hit the thug's throat. With this strength, the spoon sandwiched between his fingertips directly penetrated the skin and inserted the flesh and blood. Among.

Grabbing the chair on the side and pulling it **** the people. Under the blessing of Juli, the chair shattered directly, and those people were also half to death by Lorenzo, but at this time, the same chair hit Loren. On Zuo's head, but he didn't fall down.

   Looking back, the man was still holding the chair, looking at Lorenzo's eyes, looking at a loss, and then Lorenzo kicked him over, crushing the table behind him with great strength.

  Someone took out daggers and firearms, but in this crowded situation, it did not pose a threat to Lorenzo at all. He deliberately hid himself behind others. Because of the lives of his accomplices, they could not open fire at all.

Finally someone couldn't help it. Pressing the trigger, Lorenzo grabbed the unlucky ghost on the side, like a meat shield. While withstanding the attack, he pushed the meat shield closer to the gunner, and then used the hand holding the spoon. Fist will solve it.

  This weapon is very handy, like a delicate short knife, easily penetrates the enemy's body.

  It is almost like a **** carnival, the wine bottles are smashed back and forth, and the air is filled with the fragrance of wine, as if there is an open flame that can ignite the air.

  Mechanical punches, and gradually the strength returns.

  The effect of the medicine has passed. For the physique of the demon hunter, this dose of medicine will soon be metabolized, Lorenzo becomes faster and more powerful, and gradually becomes a one-sided suppression.

Up to now, the two groups of people have realized Lorenzo's strength. They thought that Lorenzo was the helper called by the other party, but from the perspective of Lorenzo's equal play style, he is not either party at all. It's like a drunkard who vents his anger with passers-by like them.

  In the end, there were fewer and fewer people who could stand. At this time, the door of the tavern was slammed open, and Camu rushed in with a pistol holding a pistol.

He was aware of the beginning of the chaos. He didn't know what was going on inside, but it was definitely dangerous. For a moment, Camu thought a lot about whether he ran away from this place of right and wrong, or rushed in to save him. His new boss.

He struggled fiercely in his heart, until now he rushed in, but unlike what he expected, the only people standing in the tavern were Lorenzo and Hercules. The mob fell to the ground, and the conscious people said Lorenzo stood between them, moaning in pain, with an expression of unfulfilled meaning.

  At this moment, Hercule walked out of the bar, his expression a little dull, and then he looked very excited, stepped on the fallen figure one after another, walked towards Camu, and grabbed his collar.

   "Did you... have you seen it?" His words became a little unstable.

   "What?" Camu didn't understand what he was excited about.

   Seeing Hercule pointing at Lorenzo, and then at the fallen mobs on the ground, he shouted hoarsely.

   "He killed these people alone!"

  Herkery walked towards Lorenzo again, raised his blood-stained hand, unfolded his clenched fist, and inside was a distorted metal object.

   "Just use a **** spoon!"

   Hercule screamed.

  ……

  Herkeley took about five minutes to calm his excitement. He and Lorenzo were sitting in the back kitchen, while Camu was at the bar, dealing with the mobs whose lives and deaths were unknown.

Lorenzo feels a little strange at the moment. For some reason, Hercules, after witnessing all this with his own eyes, his attitude towards himself changed rapidly. He sat opposite Lorenzo, like a fan seeing an idol. , He... he is even a little cautious like a little girl.

   "Really...really..." Perhaps he was too excited, Herkeri sorted out the words.

   "I... I have been looking for you for too long, Mr. Holmes."

  Lorenzo was startled, he did not understand, "Look for me?"

  Herkeley nodded, "Yeah, I have been looking for you for too long!"

  He stood up excitedly, pacing on the spot as if he didn't know how to describe it.

"Actually, I noticed you a long time ago. After all, you can create the people of the Honghe Massacre, but I'm still not sure. After all, I haven't witnessed those with my own eyes... For those things that I haven't witnessed with my own eyes, I maintain question."

   "Because you will be deceived?" Lorenzo understood his thoughts. He was a man proficient in deception. Lorenzo knew how simple it is to mislead a person.

"Yes! Rumors and newspapers that are not too big a problem will mislead my judgment, so at the beginning, I also regarded you as a strange person, such as relying on some special weapons, or hiding The people in the dark assist you in that way."

  He speaks so fast that Lorenzo's head is buzzing.

  Lorenzo waved his hand, these things can be put aside to say that he has more important things now.

   "I have done what you said, what about Rat King?"

  Herkeley's thoughts were interrupted by Lorenzo's words, and then he sat down again, took a deep breath, and became calm again.

   "I'm sorry, some gaffes, after all, I have been investigating ‘you’ for too long."

you?

  Lorenzo looked at Hercule, wondering what he was up to, but then he made a strange noise, whispering, like the cry of some kind of animal.

   "What are you doing?" Lorenzo asked.

   "I'm calling the mouse king."

  Herkery smiled mysteriously. Lorenzo had seen this expression. When he asked Camu about the Rat King, he was like that.

Immediately afterwards, a squeaky voice sounded from all around. It seemed that something was walking through the back kitchen. He bumped into the pots and pans and made a clattering sound. Then, in Lorenzo's puzzlement and shock, the Rat King appeared. , He walked out swaggeringly.

   "Wait a minute... Is he the Rat King?" Lorenzo felt that he was being tricked.

  Herkeley replied.

   "Literally, he is the rat king."

  Lorenzo looked at Hercule and then at the Rat King. He suddenly wanted to understand the whole thing. He lowered his body and picked up the Rat King. He didn't resist.

   "So this is ‘bias’?"

   "I think we are the same type of people in terms of IQ," Hercule pointed to his head, "You should know how easy it is for a person to be misled."

   "Yes... the so-called prejudice is like this, right? The rat king literally means the king of the rat, and people always think about it and give these words some mysterious legends."

As Camu said, the rat king is very cute, furry, and feels great. Lorenzo has seen it in books. Its scientific name is Chinchilla. Inervig is not its place of origin. I don't know how Hercule crossed the ocean to bring it here.

  As for the name Rat King, it really goes well with it. It is more than one or two times bigger than an ordinary rat.

   "What's its name."

  Lorenzo thought this incident was more interesting than he thought. The master of deception was deceived after a long time. He held the Rat King and looked at Hercules for the first time.

   "Poirot... to be precise, every chinchilla I raise is called Poirot. It is the second generation."

Hercule came over and rubbed Poirot’s head. No one would have thought that the mysterious Rat King would look like this, or that the mysterious Rat King was just a smoke bomb and a puppet. It was this one who really controlled everything. The humble intelligence dealer, he is the real rat king.

  (End of this chapter)