Chapter 574: No Way Out
One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...
Gore breathed a sigh of relief only when Mrs. Karan fell stiffly.
Damn, I used to ask my men to do this kind of thing, but I didn't expect that I would have to do it myself now. He clenched his slightly numb right hand, squatted down and probed the other person's nose to confirm that she was no longer breathing.
"Bang."
A strange sound suddenly came from outside the window.
Gore's heart suddenly lifted up!
"Who is it!?" He grabbed the whip, walked quickly to the window, pushed open the window sash and looked out.
I saw a black figure rushing into the bushes in the distance, shaking for a while and then disappearing.
It turned out to be a wild cat, which scared me.
Gore cursed inwardly, returned to Mrs. Karan, and dragged her behind the pile of goods. It would not be too late for him to deal with this body after Philip had dealt with all the employees.
...
In the corner outside the warehouse, Lars squatted in the shadows and did not move, not even daring to breathe.
Because he didn't want to go into the hut in the dark, he found a secluded place to relieve himself. When he heard the strange noise in the warehouse, he leaned over to take a look. Unexpectedly, he saw such a terrible scene.
Gore actually killed Mrs. Karan!
In a panic, he even stepped on the bricks he was standing on.
The moment he ran away, Lars regretted it.
Why didn't he shout out on the spot, or just smash the glass and rush in to stop Gore?
After experiencing the big strike, he thought he was no longer afraid of those guys who were riding on the heads of the employees... Unexpectedly, when he really encountered such a thing, his body still subconsciously chose to avoid it.
After all, he couldn't be as courageous as Momola.
Oh, right... I must tell Momola and Horn about this!
Gore's move is equivalent to trampling on the agreement reached between the factory and the employees, and he should pay the price of blood for it!
After Las confirmed that Gore had left the window, he ran towards the factory building at the risk of his waist. The people in the handling team had just finished their shift and were basically near the yard. If they were called over to block the warehouse, Gore might be killed on the spot!
However, when he arrived at the yard area, Las saw people moving out of the factory in twos and threes, and the commander was the horn.
The latter stood on the high-pile cargo boxes and shouted to the employees, "Everyone hurry up and follow Momola. The cargo ship is waiting for everyone at the dock. The extra remuneration offered by the factory this time is not low. We should not fall behind, lest the people in charge talk too much!"
"Okay!"
One more job means one more income. The workers were very excited and almost rushed to squeeze into the horse-drawn cart that came to pick people up.
A new cargo ship arrived at the port? At this time?
Las' heart sank.
No, not everyone can go, otherwise it will give Gore time to eliminate the evidence.
There was no point in trying to get a coworker at this time. The highly respected Horn had to speak. Lars walked around the outer wall of the factory and ran quickly to the cargo box, wanting to ask Horn to stop shouting, but halfway through, he felt that the blood in his body had frozen.
There was a black stain on the back of Horn's trouser legs, extending from the thigh to the ankle.
If it was machine oil, it shouldn't flow so evenly.
And with the help of the firelight in the distance, he could vaguely see a little dark red from it.
Horn is... injured?
If the traces soaking through the trouser legs are blood stains, how big would the wound be? Even if he was an iron man, it would be impossible for him to calmly command everyone to work with such an injury, right? From Horn's repeated shouting, Lars couldn't hear anything unusual, even the ups and downs of his tone were basically the same.
This detail made his hair stand on end.
Now that I think about it, the position where Horn stood was quite strange. Not only was he far away from the crowd in the yard, but he also avoided the factory gate. If he hadn't just come from the warehouse, he wouldn't have noticed the difference behind him.
When he organized everyone to move things, would he stand on a high place and shout?
No... that was the style of the managers and supervisors.
Las felt an indescribable fear.
It had only been a day since he last saw him, and the fruit garden seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. What was even more horrifying was that he seemed to be the only one in the entire factory who realized that something was wrong!
Mrs. Karan was knocked down in the warehouse, and Horn seemed to have become another person. Momola led the team to the port, and he didn't know who to ask for help.
Take a gamble and rush into the crowd and shout that Horn had a problem?
What if he was blamed?
No, not if... but it would definitely be like this - a flash of lightning flashed through Las' mind. Horn couldn't have become like this for no reason, and Gore didn't suddenly attack Mrs. Karan out of resentment. All of this was the conspiracy of Baiguoyuan, and it was their premeditated counterattack! The enemy's first target was the founder of the Relief Society and the organizer of the general strike.
Thinking of this, he felt like he was falling into an ice cave.
Without the leader, who else could stand up to save the situation?
In despair, the figure of a half-beast suddenly emerged in Las' mind.
Although she rarely appeared, she left a deep impression on everyone. Although she was a half-beast, she had a temperament that was not inferior to anyone.
It was because of the carts of sweet bread she brought that the general strike had the capital to persist to the end.
And the power behind her was the ambassador from the Eastern Kingdom.
Lars instantly felt his cold hands and feet regain some warmth. He slowly controlled his pace, retreated back into the shadows, and then turned and ran south.
He was going to the embassy area to tell the ambassador what happened in the factory!
That might be the only way to save everyone!
…
In the basement of the sanatorium, the green mist was trickling down along the ice cap, filling every corner of the laboratory little by little.
The area sealed by the Thousand Words Spell became the only safe zone in the room.
Seeing that the dead fog could not penetrate the ice cap, Xia Fan and Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The living dead really have a unique ability to protect the alchemists.
But the situation at the moment is still not optimistic - this safe zone is less than nine feet in length, and the air it can accommodate is quite limited. If they are trapped here and can't find an escape route, suffocation and coma are no different from death.
Xia Fan immediately extinguished the candle in the ice cap to reduce the loss of oxygen.
"Why did the death fog suddenly spray out from the ceiling?" Li asked in confusion, "We didn't touch any signs of the mechanism just now?"
"Did Du Lin foresee our coming?" Qian Yan's cold expression also showed a trace of solemnity, "Or did the two people who were knocked out before wake up in advance?"
"I think both possibilities are not high." Xia Fan thought calmly, "Du Lin is just an ordinary person. The probability that the wild cat who is operating in secret will realize that he has been exposed is basically negligible. As for the effective time of the drug, it starts at at least three hours, and even the air sensor cannot be immune to this. I am more inclined to believe that the mechanism is not triggered by specific people, but automatically operates according to time."
"According to... time?"
"Yes, this is an automatic disinfection and inactivation defense mechanism. Its only purpose is to regularly kill movable objects in the laboratory." Xia Fan said slowly, "Not only humans... but also evil spirits."
I was sweating all over, and my body temperature returned to normal. My wife said it was air-conditioning disease-. -I stayed in the room for too long. I took a breath and should be able to update twice a day tomorrow