Ember Gun

  Chapter 405 Reunion

   Tonight is doomed to sleepless, the door is closed tightly, there is a splash of water in the corridor outside the door, and clear vomiting sounds from time to time.

  This operation broke away from Inervig's territory, and everything outside of the country was handed over to North Dro. It can be said that the entire White Tide now exists to some extent for Lorenzo and his party.

  This area was temporarily sealed off on the grounds of a technical failure. North Dro’s personnel cleaned the **** corridor, transported one after another corpses, and threw them into the deep sea.

  No one can think of what they have just experienced here. It feels like an angry beast is eating here, with severed limbs all over the floor, they can't even put a corpse together. Some people really couldn't bear the **** smell, and they retched.

  A few people in the room are awake. Although it is late at night, no one can fall asleep after experiencing this.

  Hybold stood at the door with a weapon in his hand. Although the enemy had been dealt with, no one knew whether the White Tide was still an enemy of the choir.

  Eve was assisting the ship doctor. Irene was placed in the living room, where they temporarily set up an operating table. After a period of treatment, the ship doctor took out a twisted warhead from Irene’s wound.

  "Fortunately, the rescue was timely. It was just that she lost too much blood. She would be in a coma. I don't know exactly when she woke up."

  The ship doctor took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke.

   "Strong child, she doesn't seem to want to die yet, she has persisted until now."

   "Thanks, doctor."

  Hybold said, and then he signaled the ship doctor to leave.

  The ship doctor knew the current situation very well. Although the corridor had been sealed when he came, the **** smell floating in the air was so clear that the ship doctor guessed the amount of bleeding was astonishing.

  Leave some medicines that Irene will use, the ship doctor left, and now only these people are left in the room.

  Lorenzo, who had been silent, slowly opened his mouth at this moment.

   "In other words, she is Gloria Jackson?"

Lorenzo asked the Kestrel. The Kestrel was sitting not far from Irene. His expression was a bit complicated. He was caught off guard by all this suddenness. Looking at the familiar face, the Kestrel could only stand stiffly. head.

   "Gloria? This must be one of her disguised names."

  To this old friend, Haibod was very familiar with it. He approached Irene and looked at the somewhat pale face.

   "It seems that Irene had been watching us early in the morning, and followed us on the boat." Haibod's eyes fell on the Kestrel.

The Kestrel didn’t know how to defend. He felt a headache. Everything happened too fast. He was still immersed in the beautiful encounter, but then there was all this **** thing. The woman he loved was lying in blood. In front of her, and she is still her own enemy.

   "I... my fault, I am too lax."

  Kestrel reflected, this was an extremely dangerous action, and he shouldn't have fished for that **** fish in the first place.

"No, it's not Kestrel's fault," Lorenzo said. "It wasn't because Kestrel found us that Irene... Place."

  No one else can detect it, but Lorenzo can. The demon hunter's sensitive senses can easily detect the subtle difference.

  In the strong **** smell, with a hint of cold fragrance.

  At the time in the office, the masked woman had the same taste, and the job she wanted to entrust Lorenzo was also related to Gallunaro.

   "Then what does she want to do?" Kestrel asked in a puzzled manner.

His gaze has been fixed on Irene’s face. Kestrel’s emotions are a bit complicated, not only his previous love, but also fear and anger. He doesn’t know whether his encounter with Irene was a deliberate performance. Is it all her disguise?

  She almost... almost fell into her trap.

   "I don't know, but I will give you a suggestion. Stay away from this woman. No one can guess what she is thinking."

  Hyboard suffered a loss and warned the Kestrel again.

   "She came to us... to us for help." Lorenzo analyzed.

Obviously, it can be seen from the battle just now that the choir soldiers did not know where Lorenzo was. They had always targeted Irene. Irene obviously could not fight these strengthened soldiers, so she would I pin my hopes on myself.

  I also don’t know if this is for help or disaster. At least Irene succeeded. She temporarily survived.

   "Help?" Haibod was wary of Irene, "Anyway, let us control her first."

  Hybod doesn't care about this. For him, all the disputes and contradictions originated from this **** woman in front of him. If it wasn't for her, Haibod would definitely let her die in a painful way.

  Lorenzo didn't stop him, just watched all this with solemn eyes.

  Hybald temporarily tied Irene's hand with a rope. In fact, when you think about it carefully, this woman has no mobility at this moment. She was injured and lost too much blood.

"and then?"

  Hybod asked, what he hoped Lorenzo could say, he was actually the leader of this action.

   "Go to sleep." Lorenzo said.

"sleep?"

  Kestrel also cast a questioning look.

"Otherwise?" Lorenzo asked rhetorically, "We are now trapped in this cruise ship on the Shiraito Strait. This is an isolated island. No matter what plans and countermeasures we have, we need to go ashore to implement them, right? "

"Not to mention……"

  Lorenzo's words stopped abruptly, and after a short pause, he continued.

   "Not to mention, now my ‘clue’ is still in a coma, whether it’s torture or something else, I have to wait for her to wake up."

  This can be regarded as an unexpected joy, and Lorenzo somehow caught the key person in this work.

   "I can't sleep anymore, let me be alert for the surroundings."

  Hybod shook his head, took his weapon and went out.

"And you?"

  Lorenzo looked at Kestrel, Kestrel thought for a while, and then said hesitantly.

   "Let me look at her, maybe the enemy is still on the boat waiting for a chance to kill her."

  Lorenzo turned his head and looked to the other side.

   "I...you don't sleep, and I'm embarrassed to do this... I'm going to see Hercules?"

  Eve thought for a while and chose a job for herself.

   "No, Hercules is not that vulnerable yet."

   Lorenzo said, he seems to have other arrangements for Eve.

  He handed the nail sword and Winchester to Eve, and took Lorenzo’s weapon. Eve felt a little pressure. Logically speaking, Lorenzo never left these things.

   "Don't let anyone in."

  Lorenzo walked into his room, not knowing what to do.

   "Also, no matter what you feel outside the door, don't open the door and come in to disturb me."

  He was serious, which made Eve nervous.

   "What are you going to do?" Eve asked.

   "Go and meet a friend."

  Lorenzo thought for a while, but still felt that he answered truthfully.

  The room was empty, only Lorenzo was alone. Outside the window was the vast ocean. Eve couldn't understand what Lorenzo was talking about. Lorenzo didn't give her time to ask questions, so he closed the door directly.

  The room suddenly fell silent. Only Irene moaned in pain from time to time. Her forehead was very hot and her brows were frowned, as if she was having a nightmare.

  Kestrel sat in the corner without saying a word, holding a weapon in his arms, and the sound of Haibod's footsteps was heard outside the door.

  No one could have imagined that the atmosphere changed so quickly, and at this moment Eve faintly felt that the journey of joy seemed to have turned into a trip to hell.

  Under extreme depression, Hercule turned over. It seemed that his head was not dizzy, and he hugged the bedding tightly, like a rodent overwintering.

  ……

  In the room, Lorenzo walked to the bed. Instead of going to bed, he knelt and sat on the floor with his hands lightly on his knees.

  He closed his eyes tightly, thinking about all of this. Under the clear fragrance, Lorenzo felt that he seemed to connect all of this together.

  What are you going to do? Irene Adler.

  You have been wanted by the Viking countries. You should hide. Why do you want to show up again? Why do you want to find yourself and entrust yourself to work?

  Why did the Iron Law Bureau come to chase you? Why did the choir also target you? Why on earth?

  Lorenzo is a little confused, and he doesn’t bother to think about it anymore. Compared to Irene or Ival, he now has a far more important job.

  Army.

  An army far beyond conventional forces.

  There is also the masked man called the patriarch.

  Lorenzo clenched his fists involuntarily. In the end, the worst situation happened. The power of secret blood would be abused, and **** war would break out again.

Lorenzo is very aware of his limitations. He is very powerful and stronger than everyone else, but Lorenzo has only one person. He is not as omniscient and omnipotent as God. He can only protect the people around him. He even said... Even the people around him can't protect.

  One tragic fact after another proved all this to Lorenzo. After all, no matter how he was corrupted by the secret blood, he always had a human part and a human inferiority.

Do not……

   There was a dim light in the gap between the corners of his eyes, as if beneath this was the rolling day embedded in the eye sockets.

  No, Lorenzo can't end the war, but Lorenzo can prevent it from coming, can prevent this crazy beginning.

   Kill them all, kill everyone in the choir.

   Putting the epidemic doctor to death on the cross, no matter who the person behind the mask is, use a nailed sword plated with holy silver to penetrate his heart.

  Lorenzo has never been a benevolent guy. On the contrary, beneath the surface of a bad guy is the hidden, crazy essence.

  He can acquiesce in the existence of many things, but the secret blood alone is the bottom line that he must not be overridden.

  Use absolute force to remove all obstacles.

  Lorenzo closed his eyes tightly, but in the darkness in front of him there was a faint light shining, like the stars of the night sky, one after another dim light spots.

  The secret blood awakened.

  The weird sense of oppression spread out from under his body like a sea tide, one after another, the door and the wall, nothing can hinder its progress.

  Everyone who was close to Lorenzo noticed that feeling, an indescribable coldness, as if the cold water had flooded his body.

  Kestrel shifted his gaze to the direction of the door, this feeling was too familiar to him.

  Erosion.

  The invisible erosion enveloped everyone at this moment, and Eve stood in front of the door. She was never religious, but at this moment, she was praying in a low voice, hoping that nothing bad would happen behind this door.

  Power·Gabriel.

  Along with the release of power, the dim stars in the deadly starry sky burned madly, and everyone noticed the rising light.

  There are unknown monsters wriggling and whispering in the dark.

  They seem to be discussing something, and some are slowly drifting toward the burning light, trying to touch the emptiness of the day.

  Someone is faster than them. The unknown being felt the beacon that released the light, and arrived here across a long distance.

  The stars went out.

  It dimmed again, and the monsters in the dark roared unwillingly. They were almost touched, and Lorenzo could almost be found.

  But after the roar, the monsters calmed down. They watched the dark night sky more closely, waiting for the stars to burn again.

  Unconsciously, the mottled swords have been out of their sheaths, they are eager for blood and punishment.

  This is what they have to do, this is their pledge.

  No one can cross [Border].

nobody.

  Lorenzo didn't know what was happening in the dark. He slowly opened his eyes, and the cold wind swept across his cheeks, looking into the endless ice field, with an incomparably bright starry sky above his head.

  [Gap], this is Lorenzo’s [Gap].

  Think carefully that Lorenzo hasn't returned here for a long time...In fact, there is no need to return.

  047 has completely died, and the residue of his soul is like those dead people sinking into the deep sea, accumulating in the deepest part of the ice sea under his feet.

  This is a deadly world. There used to be people chatting with themselves, but now there is nothing here, an extremely lonely world.

  "Long time no see, I heard that you opened an office."

  The voice of another person sounded in the dead world, Lorenzo put his hand on the bench and turned his head.

   "Yes, it's a pity that I lack an assistant. Are you interested?"

  The cold wind dragged Xuechen away, making the hazy picture clear. The woman slowly walked towards Lorenzo, behind her slowly closed fissure.

"Not interested in."

  The woman sat on the bench, which was the position of 047.

   "Oh, it's ruthless."

  Lorenzo raised his head and looked at the splendid night sky.

   "So what are you looking for me for? Lorenzo, I don't feel your erosion every time and respond to your call." The woman asked.

  Lorenzo was not eager to answer her words, but looked at her with a serious face and asked.

   "Watson, is Lawrence really dead?"

  (End of this chapter)