MTL - Examination of the Imperial Examination-Chapter 87 Why (Happy National Day everyone)

Williams drew out the pistol reel, picked up the silver-white Demon Hunter bullets on the table, and stuffed them into the reel one by one. With a very serious expression, the reel reset with a flick of his wrist. Put into underarm grab bag.

Then he picked up a short revolver with a smaller barrel, repeated the action just now, put it into the grab bag on the right side of the thigh, and put the bullets on the table one by one into the pocket.

"Squeak"

The wooden door was pushed open, Jonas walked in from the outside, saw Williams put away the last bullet, and said with a smile:

"I think you should be ready."

"Of course." Williams stood up, replied with a smile, picked up the sailor hat on the table and put it on seriously.

"I have already sent a telegram to the Backlund Diocese to confirm that the team supporting us left 2 hours ago, and we will meet them in an hour if there is no accident."

Jonas nodded and said, and then the two walked out of the room one after another.

I had already said hello before, and the police went to the dock early to remind those cargo ships that they were not allowed to unload their cargo tonight, so the dock tonight was extraordinarily deserted.

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Except for those businessmen who are opportunistic, do not listen to advice, and secretly hire workers to work with torches.

Alvin on the roof of the warehouse looked at the lighted torches by the sea in the distance, and shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, no matter what era there was no shortage of speculators.

Alvin was wearing it like that, wearing a hood, holding Yuumi, standing in the thick darkness, patiently waiting for the scheduled show.

This wait is two hours.

When the pointer of the pocket watch in his hand passed 11:40, he suddenly saw two figures in the distance searching for some warehouse buildings in the distance, surrounding the target building, slowly approaching.

Williams and Jonas Pillay, how could there be only two of them, reinforcements?

If that blond man was really here that day, he didn't think that this was something that a Sequence 8 "Raging People" and a partial Sequence 7 "Psychiatrist" could handle.

Could it be that the reinforcements for the Punisher from Backlund Diocese were late?

He suddenly remembered another nickname given to them by the majority of book lovers because they were often late to the punishers of the previous generation, "Grumpy Old Pigeon".

Klein, who was wearing a hood, watched the two slowly approach the target, and had some guesses in his heart.

The last time he took the steam train in Backlund, he also knew about the trains to Pritz Harbor.

Judging from the time Jonas sent in the afternoon, under normal circumstances, it should be here now. If you take the waterway from the Tussock River, it should be faster, and it will directly reach the dock area.

The Church of the Storms must have its own ships, so there is no need to wait.

At this time, the two of them had already checked the nearby warehouse, and quietly, not far from the target warehouse, they converged in a shadow where the gas light could not shine, and it looked like they were discussing something.

Williams took the characteristic long-tube revolver, looked at the quiet environment around him, and asked Jonas who was approaching:

"I have a bad feeling that the reinforcements haven't arrived yet?"

"According to the time, their ship should have arrived at the dock at this time. It seems that something may have happened on the road."

Jonas opened his pocket watch and glanced at it, frowned and said,

"Then what should I do now? I always feel that the situation is not very good. None of the workers working here today showed up. I don't think the police can so dutifully inform everyone."

Williams pointed to not far away and said in a deep voice that the target warehouse was facing a beast crawling there under the dim yellow light of the gas street lamp, quietly waiting for the prey to come to the door.

"Those workers who didn't get the news may be... in that warehouse, and there is no trace of any altar in the surrounding area."

Speaking of those workers, Jonaston said with a slight flicker of blue eyes.

"Um."

Williams turned his head slightly, held up the sailor cap and didn't speak. They all knew what happened to those workers.

"Help, ah!"

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the target warehouse not far ahead.

The two of Williams looked at each other and looked at the warehouse, not blindly stepping forward, but full of vigilance.

"It's not a call for help, it's more like a temptation."

The psychiatrist Jonas, based on his keen observation ability, quickly judged the trap contained in the voice.

"What should I do now? It's not a solution for him to keep calling like this. If the other party runs out, it will be difficult to deal with. Are we going to enter?"

Williams shook the revolver and turned his head to ask.

"Dang! Dang"

Then there was the dull sound of slamming the wooden door.

"Looks like we have to go, but unfortunately the church in Pritz Harbor can apply for a sealed item without two people acting."

After Jonas laughed at Williams, his expression became serious, he stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist on his chest, and said solemnly:

"The storm is with you."

"The storm is with you." Williams' rough and deep face did not contain any excess emotion, and he similarly clenched his right fist to his left chest.

In this dangerous situation, both of them knew that without backup, this trip might be their last mission, but they still took out the revolver without hesitation and walked directly to the target warehouse.

Alvin, who was on the roof with his body lowered, also saw the scream. While frowning and thinking, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Williams and Jonas walking out of the shadows and walking towards the warehouse.

"Aren't they waiting for reinforcements? They don't know how terrifying the things that exist here are...?"

Alvin's black eyes trembled, looking at their desolate backs, there were only three words in his heart at this time:

"why?"

"These people, why are they all like this!"

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Down the street.

Looking at the inside of the church, the fierce battle between the punisher and the cultist, Rob opened the lid of the metal box engraved with the lightning pattern in his hand, revealing the "golden square box", and poured spiritual activation into it~www.novelbuddy. com~ chant in ancient Hermes:

"Light"

The "Golden Square Box" emits a brilliant golden light, the weather over the church began to change, and raindrops with golden light began to fall.

Seeing this, Ladson directly faced the outside of the church with his palm, and with a slight swing, the "Wind Blessed" water control ability was exerted, and the raindrops of holy light outside flew directly into the church, rushing towards the "giant" like a small pistol bullet. shoot away.

Seeing this, the "Giant" shook his flesh-and-blood cloak behind him, blocking it directly in front of him, and the holy water rain came into contact with the red cloak.

It made a corrosive sound of "nourishing, nourishing". As the raindrops increased, holes began to appear in the cloak, and the giant stretched out his right fist and clenched it hard.

With a sound of "Boom", the cloak made of flesh and blood exploded directly.

Before he could move, a fist wrapped in a fierce wind blade appeared at night, hitting his left chest.

"Giant"'s eyes narrowed slightly, and the black robes of the personnel of the gods stirred up the black glue composed of shadows, and immediately stopped the fatal blow.

Ledson looked at the black matter in front of him, grinned and said:

"The mice of the Aurora Society, do you think this can be stopped?"

After speaking, the strong wind under his feet suddenly strengthened his body's push, and the wind wrapped around his arms, mixed with golden rain, began to rotate at a high speed, like an electric drill, easily tearing the black matter.

The "Giant" looked at the "Wind Blessed One" who suddenly exerted strength. The opponent's arm went straight through the defense, and he subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the key point.

"Humph"

"Giant" let out a muffled groan, blood splashed, measured his head, and saw that his left arm was cut off directly from his shoulder.

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After half a month of rain, the old house collapsed.

Back home, alas! Tired of two words.

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