Ember Gun

   Chapter 454

   "There is no ammunition!"

  Herkeley was just about to continue moving the warhead, but his hand was empty.

   Looking at Nikolai, who was holding a telescope to the side, Hercules wanted to ask something, but he suddenly realized something.

  Probably the reason for the mental confusion, under the light of the fireworks, Hercule found that he had no idea who this guy was in front of him.

"Your name is?"

  The atmosphere is a bit subtle.

   "Nikola Tesla."

  Nikolay stretched out his hand as he spoke, as if the landslide was still graceful in front of him.

   "Herkeley Christie, nice to meet you."

  Herkeley’s brain became ill, and he also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Nikolai, looking like a comrade-in-arms.

   "So... we have no ammunition, what should we do!"

  Herkeley said urgently, without the cover of artillery, the last means of resistance would be lost.

   "What else can I do, ready to retreat!"

  Nicolas put the binoculars out as he spoke. Several people were already close here, and Lorenzo also appeared in his field of vision.

  I have to say that after experiencing so many things, Lorenzo has become a reassuring character. Although this person has many problems, as long as he is present, no matter how terrible **** is, there is such a glimmer of life.

  "Come with me, Hercule, if you want to start the Whitebait, one person is not enough."

  Nikolay ran up and jumped directly onto the silverfish.

  The cabin is very small. As an experimental model, its space is very narrow and there is basically no extra space. Therefore, the perpetual pump puts everything in the cabin and makes the whole ship into a shape similar to a sharp sword.

   "That is to say, we are now standing on top of a steam turbine that may explode at any time?"

  After listening to Nicholas’s brief introduction to the Silverfish, Hercule suddenly realized such a cruel reality.

   "Trust me, this thing is verified and there is nothing wrong with it. Pass me that bucket."

  Nikolay lifted the metal lid, revealing the dark pipe underneath.

   "What verification did you do?"

  Herkery lifted the heavy bucket. He didn't know what was in it.

   "Check, anyway, we drove here from the high seas, and there was no problem along the way... It's just that sometimes the vibration is too big and some screws will loosen."

  Nikola took the bucket, and Hercules covered his face. He thought it was safer to land.

   "So... what are you doing?"

  The dark liquid gushed out of the bucket and was poured into the pipe mouth. Hercules looked at the liquid and felt a little uneasy for some reason.

   "Paint antimony, diluted lacquer antimony, you should have seen this thing? It is the fuel Lorenzo used to blow things up into the sky."

  Nicholas poured a bucket of thinned antimony paint into the mouth of the pipe, and then screwed the metal lid tight.

  Paint antimony? Antimony thinning paint?

Hercule remembered that Lorenzo had introduced this thing before, and he used it to blow the streets into the sky. However, Hercule remembered that the dose was very small at that time, but that little bit would produce such a destructive power. , And now this guy named Nikolai poured a big bucket into it, although it was diluted, but this...

   "Wow, Hercules, this time you have a big game."

   Poirot said untimely from the side.

  Herkery ignored it. He felt his head dizzy even more. Herkery stumbled to one side and asked after a long time.

   "Um... where did you pour them in?"

   "The combustion chamber, the fuel must match the combustion chamber."

  Nicolas looked as though he didn’t understand why Hercules was so full of questions.

  Herkeley was silent for a few seconds. This time he was not surprised. On the contrary, after receiving so much stimulation, he suddenly felt that this was normal.

  "Ready to set sail!"

Nikolai started the Whitebait as he spoke, and the hot steam rose instantly, almost engulfing the entire ship in the dense fog. Hercules could clearly feel the increase in the surrounding temperature, and the cabin under his feet was also As the steam surged and shook, the indicators on the instrument panel began to fly, and several of them pointed to the red zone, but from the indifferent expression of Nikolai...the problem was not big.

  ……

   "Run!"

  The disturbing screams continued, and the figure broke through the smoke and rushed all the way.

   "Yes! That's it! Inervig, I'm back!"

  Kestrel opened his palm, feeling the oncoming gust of wind, the sea breeze was baptized by the burning fireworks, and the temperature was a little hot.

   "Shut up! Call me again and throw you down!"

  Hibald could not bear the ghost call of the Kestrel. At this moment, the Kestrel was lying on his solid arm, and he was running all the way with his back.

   "Go! The Hybade!"

  It may be that too much medicine was injected. The Kestrel was so excited that he didn't listen to Haibod's words at all.

   Heavy explosions hit them behind them, and the rising fireworks mixed with flying fragments fell everywhere, and a group of people started a grand escape against the flames.

   "So are you always like this?"

   Irene couldn’t help but asked. This has been the case since just now. These people have no sense of seriousness between life and death. Instead, they are like a group of circus actors running on the wrong stage.

   Could it be said that this is the corporate culture of cleansing agencies?

  "Life is already terrible. People have to have fun for themselves...like now."

  Shrike replied as he ran, and from time to time he pulled out the silver revolver and shot at the shadows behind him.

   "The fun you are referring to is these lousy things? You should try to be a talk show actor."

  Eileen is also caught in the rhythm of these people.

   "It's not impossible, but these estimates will have to wait until after retirement. According to the regulations on the removal of agencies, this kind of extra money is not desirable!"

  Shrike continued, the burning pieces hit his leg, and the shrike staggered a few times and followed up again, without forgetting to yell at him.

  Although everyone seems to be relaxed, everyone’s relaxed is different. Kestrel has such a personality that is born with a lack of roots in his brain, while Shrike has a feeling of desperation and self-reliance.

  What about the good assassination?

Look at this messy port of Maruri. This is not an assassination anymore, it is simply the scene of a war, not to mention that the guy Nicholas is still committing atrocities against the city at the moment, if the agency’s ships are removed The ship crossed the territorial waters of Galunaro, and tonight was simply the opening ceremony of the Second Glory War.

  Shrike’s current mood is extremely complicated. One is that he was involved in such a crazy incident, and the other is that, maybe in many years, his name will be written into the textbook.

  The teacher said to the children below with a smile on the podium.

   "It was these brave fighters who opened the prelude to the second glorious war decades ago. Okay, please recite some of their names."

  Then the children pronounced the name of this group of people, the teacher looked at the children with satisfaction, and then said to the children.

   "Then we will go to the cemetery in the afternoon to lay flowers for these brave soldiers."

   Give a fart!

   A hoarse roar came from behind, seeming to find the place for these emotions to vent, Shrike stopped abruptly, turned decisively and raised the death knell.

   Although it was said that it was mixed with the management, and ruled the Xiacheng district, there was no need to fight and kill, but the combat experience has always existed in the blood of Shrike, and it has never been dissipated.

The heavy bell rang, bones and flesh and blood shattered into countless fragments in the air, the bullet accurately hit the enemy's head, and the remaining half of his face still had an indifferent expression. It seemed to him that death was just a simple matter. It’s just a vocabulary.

   "We have to hurry up!"

   shouted Shrike.

Under the blessing of the secret blood, these fighters are like madmen who are not afraid of death. The sea of ​​flames could not stop their actions. They survived the shelling, and rushed with fire on their bodies. You can see that some of the fighters have been killed. He broke his leg, but was still driving his arm, crawling on the ground.

  The intentions of the fighters changed. With the addition of Shrike and others, they realized that they could no longer stop their escape by doing so. The fighters accelerated their speed and pressed them further.

   "By the way, Shrike, do you count as death?"

  Kestrel looked at the figure walking out of the sea of ​​fire behind him, and said cool words.

   "Shut up! You disaster star!"

   Shrike cursed without looking back.

   "What is a disaster star! I am a lucky kestrel, look at this wound, this is not dead!"

  Kestrel’s mind was a little confused, he did not regard this as a battlefield at all, but like an outing.

   "Yeah, maybe you can survive, but maybe some of us are dead. Isn't this a disaster?"

  Shrike regretted coming to save the Kestrel. He should have stayed with Nicholas. At the dock, as long as the situation is not right, he can directly sail and run instead of doing life and death here.

   "Wow! They are coming up!"

   Kestrel screamed.

Several people are already exhausted. Although Haibod is strong, but with a kestrel on his back, he can't go anywhere, not to mention that the chasing soldiers behind him are not normal people, but a group of secret blood. warrior.

"I'll try!"

  Eve showed the lancet again, and no one knew how many weapons the girl had hidden in her body.

   There was a shining silver light in his hand, and Eve was about to fight the chasing soldiers behind him in pain, only to hear a screaming wind.

Almost at the same moment when the sound rang, a warrior was pierced and nailed to the ground by a piece of twisted red steel. The burning figure bounced and galloped between the walls, and every time he got up, he would throw red hot. His iron spear, every dark red trajectory will penetrate a warrior.

   "Don't look back, keep running!"

Lorenzo yelled at Eve. He landed on the street. As soon as he grasped the street lamp, the extreme temperature was released from the fireworks, and the light pole was easily broken. With Lorenzo's twisting, he was like a craftsman. The gods forged weapons with the raging fire in their hands.

  It was a spear that was hot red and not yet cooled, with a sharp spear head crooked as a whole.

   "Oh oh oh! The savior is here! The Hyberde is at full speed!"

  The iron spear that was hot red in the laughter of the Kestrel was thrown out, and the dark red trail came out of Lorenzo's hand, running through several people in a row.

  Lorenzo is too lazy to care what the Kestrel is going crazy, anyway, this guy seems to have never been normal.

  However, the current situation is a bit wrong. Lorenzo found that the artillery that had been supporting him had stopped, and on the dock, Lorenzo could see the raging steam rising from the sea, and the moonlight outlined one after another hideous shadow.

   "Lorenzo! Keep up!"

Eve yelled from the front, Lorenzo always blocked this way, resulting in a certain distance between him and the team. Eve was very afraid that Lorenzo could not board the ship because of the blocking. No matter how strong he is, there is no way back Under the circumstances, it will undoubtedly die.

   "I know... Eve!"

  Lorenzo turned his head and was about to respond to Eve’s words, but his voice was interrupted. He saw what he saw. Without any hesitation, Lorenzo threw the iron spear in his hand and accelerated towards the front.

  The scorching steel came with death, and it hardly gave Eve time to think. It wiped Eve by, bringing blood and pain.

  The iron spear directly pierced and nailed the galloping war horse to the ground, abruptly stopping its sprint, and the soldiers on it fell as a result, and the heavy war horse was crushed under him.

"carefully!"

Eve issued a warning to the others. Lawrence changed his strategy. Since Eve and others could not be held back, the final massacre began. Under this indiscriminate attack, Lorenzo would always be divided for protecting other people. Heart.

  The horses that followed immediately rushed out from the shadows of the nearby streets. The horses were blindfolded. They could not see what was in front of them, and could only follow orders to move forward.

   "Don't get in the way!"

Haibod was fed up with all of this. He stopped and waved his folding knife. The war horse passed in front of him, the blades staggered. Haibod had an extra wound on his body, and the warrior was cut off. arm.

   "Don't stop!"

   Seeing this Lorenzo roared, the current situation is so depressed, Lorenzo has almost no way to solve all this.

  Lawrence’s words kept echoing in his ears, like a curse.

  Lorenzo is different from Lawrence. For lofty ideals, Lawrence can sacrifice anyone, even saying that he himself has become a monster under this crazy ideal.

  But Lorenzo can’t do it. He may be able to sacrifice himself, but he doesn’t want to see his friends die.

  The melodious siren sounded, the dazzling lights lit up on the sea, and those battleships emerged from the fog, thoroughly unfolding in front of everyone.

  Lorenzo remembered these things. They were originally museums, but now they are full of motivation. He guessed that the gun barrel was pointing here.

  The situation is getting worse and worse, Lorenzo can't think of a solution...

  The invincible Mr. Holmos may not be able to fall down, but his friends are not invincible, they will die in pain, and they will be chopped into a cold corpse.

  No...There is another way, but is it really necessary to do this?

  Unscrupulously, abandon all ethics and morals, and step on the humanity that binds oneself?

  The situation did not give Lorenzo too much time to think. He rushed to Eve's side and reunited with the escaped squad, but unfortunately now they are unable to move at an inch. The soldiers have already intercepted the road with the speed of their horses.

   is almost that distance, and surviving is close at hand.

  (End of this chapter)