Chapter 1242 The Righteous

"Holy!"

When Yuan Zhao returned to the shabby car repair shop where they temporarily settled, carrying several bags full of materials and the 'drops' donated by the 'wild monsters' that spawned on the roadside, they heard deafening shouts.

So familiar.

In the alley where the neon lights can't shine, at the dark and blurry doorway, there are several rickety figures in black robes kneeling on the ground, holding Huai Shi's hand and talking ecstatically, noticing the gradual footsteps. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head, and the eyes under the hood showed a fierce light like a beast.

Just like a bar-toothed family dog, it looked straight at him.

Huai Shi smiled, patted someone on the shoulder, lowered his head and said something to them. After that, several people withdrew their gaze. Soon, after leaving a bag behind, they took a few steps back, turned around and hurried away.

The pace is fast.

Only Yuan Zhao stood there blankly, watching their departing figures.

"Who is that?"

"Well, they are probably a few generous and loyal righteous people." Huai Shi looked at the direction they were leaving and reluctantly said, "Thanks to them, they have provided me with a lot of news and insights in the past few days. It’s a long-lost faith in this world.”

He thought for a moment and sighed with emotion: "It really makes people, well, tear up."

Believe it or not, you are a ghost.

Yuan Zhao rolled his eyes and threw the things into Huai Shi's arms.

Huai Shi was not in a hurry to read it, and suddenly asked: "Are you free tonight?"

He said: "Shall we go for a walk?"

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment: "I..."

"Take a walk?"

Huai Shi interrupted him and repeated his words.

If you want to go, please don't hold me back, who knows what other underworld operations you may have!

Yuan Zhao originally wanted to say this, but when he saw Huai Shi's half-smiling look, the words he blurted out couldn't help but change: "I... uh, I haven't changed my clothes yet."

"You don't have any other clothes to change into."

Huai Shi picked up the bag left by those people and threw it into his arms: "It's all ready for you. It's still early anyway, go and wash up."

"After dinner, let's go out and watch the fun."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the workshop, carrying the various low-quality metal materials he had brought back with the original photos.

Whistling, walking briskly.

Behind him, the glow of the setting sun faded.

Dusk gradually rose.

The deafening sound of the propeller fell from the sky again.

The huge helicopter landed among the empty factory buildings.

Just after the meeting, Martin, who had not had time to go far, returned with his subordinates in a panic. They were waiting in front of the landing site at a very fast speed.

Seeing Paul, who had just left half an hour ago, stepping off the helicopter with a gloomy look on his face, Martin became even more nervous.

It was unimaginable that the tall and majestic body in the past could become so stooped.

"Mr. Paul?"

"You are a bunch of rubbish. They are all rubbish. They let the people in the customer service department ride on top of you and dominate them. You still have the nerve to let me run errands. Sooner or later, you will all be sent to heaven..."

The middle-aged man's expression was gloomy, and he was still angrily cursing other departments in the company and those messy instructions. Martin listened without any reaction, as if he were stone and turned a deaf ear.

It's just that his huge body is getting more and more stooped.

Soon, Paul regained his composure from his anger. When he looked at the silent hound beside him, his eyes showed slight satisfaction, but his expression was still cold and harsh: "Latest news, that damn 'Santa Claus' has appeared again - —”

He said, "Mobile your people, all of them."

Just behind him, figures one after another slowly walked out.

Those weirdos who were covered in leather costumes were wearing parka-powered rainproof cloaks, and even their faces were wearing thick gas masks. The five fingers that were occasionally exposed from the open mouth were also wrapped in gloves, which only made people feel slender. Incredible.

Just under the cloak, heavy steel collided with each other, making a tiny sound.

Like ice cubes colliding in a glacier.

The chill spreads.

Martin, who was half-kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, not daring to look up at all. Drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Damn it, Paradise Dynamics actually mobilized its own private army for such a hidden guy...

A true beast!

It is said that even the brain has been modified, and all flesh and blood have been alienated through genetic engineering.

I'm afraid that just one team, no, three teams, is enough to completely wipe out my gang...

"What's wrong?"

Paul was dissatisfied and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

"No, no, no, just a shock."

Martin struggled to force out a flattering smile: "I will mobilize all the people immediately and obey the order, but... where are we going?"

Paul lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at the PAD in his hand, which also had the logo of 'Customer Management Service Department', referred to as Customer Service Department.

However, the real main body of that department is not a gentle organization that solves after-sales problems for customers on the surface, but a murderous organization that secretly specializes in resolving difficult customers, dangerous lawsuits, and business disputes!

Just a flimsy briefing sent him, the manager, running errands like a dog, and he once again came to this smelly bottom.

But he didn't even dare to say a word "no".

Soon, the brief report was flipped to the bottom, and what came into view was a place that had never been heard of: "The land of dragons?"

Paul frowned.

"Have you heard of it?"

Martin was confused and shook his head.

Sensing Paul's coldness, he quickly waved his hand and explained: "All places in the low-rise area only have official numbers. Basically every place has its own name. There are countless places with dragons, snakes, and vampires in their names - —”

"Then go find it."

Paul pushed up his glasses and ordered coldly: "Time is precious, you don't need me to say anything more, right?"

Martin trembled for a moment and nodded wildly.

Soon, the order from Martin was instantly transmitted to the entire Brotherhood of Storms. Everyone was searching for anything and racking their brains to find any connection.

A stinking ditch called Dragon Canal, a counterfeit medicine factory called Dragon House, a gang of street bastards called Dragon Sons, and a church run by a low-level liar gang called Bahamut's Dream, and, finally...

A seedy sushi restaurant called Ryu no Sato.

Located in the gap between Districts 7 and 8, it has been in business for less than half a year. Its selling points are the unlimited conveyor belt sushi and the high-quality and low-priced fishmeal set meal at lunch...

In the photos, there are various naked blondes decorating the walls, as well as balls of ‘sushi’ rolled on the iron plate, and even photos of a one-eyed, black-skinned and topless fat chef...

Paul's expression became increasingly gloomy:

"you sure?"

"Uh, maybe?"

Martin nodded tremblingly: "There should be nothing wrong with this place."

He paused and took a peek at Paul's expression: "Then...are we still going?"

Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A voice came out from between the teeth:

"go."

Go to hell!

It's obviously not started yet.

He felt like he had had enough of this hellish place.

.

Half past seven, the land of dragons.

On the busy streets, noise spreads everywhere.

But in the sushi restaurant just across the wall, it was now completely silent.

The waiters wearing revealing three-point clothing and the black-skinned chef with a lot of hair on his chest were all rushed to the storage room, collected everything, and locked it up.

Only the dishes originally prepared for the 'distinguished guests' were placed on the table, and no one cared about them.

And in the empty and desolate store, behind the door, at the counter, and in front of the table, everyone was seizing the last moment to distribute firearms and become familiar with the weapons in their hands.

He was amazed at the big guy he had never seen before.

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

Heavy shotgun loaded.

"Are you all ready?"

In the middle, William held his weapon and looked around with a ferocious expression: "When they come in, shoot immediately, don't give them any chance!

After this is done, all the territory, all the girls, and all the money of those dogs will be ours! "

"yes!"

Joy and ferocity appeared on each face, hiding the weapons in the secret room, waiting impatiently for the prey to come to their door.

At the same time, outside, a dilapidated truck whose shell was dyed colorful under layers of graffiti stopped at the door. The driver chewed gum and smiled warmly at the people waiting at the door through the window.

With his backhand, he knocked on the car behind him.

In the dim car, the sound of clicking continued.

"Are you all ready?"

The young man with a mohawk and a nose ring spit out the chewing tobacco in his mouth on the ground, and ordered his companions who were gearing up around him: "When we enter, shoot immediately, don't give them any chance!

After this is done, all the territory, all the girls, and all the money owned by those pimps will be ours! "

"good!"

The sound of cheers came from the narrow carriage. The wild dogs holding heavy guns grinned and could not help but drool under the temptation of meat and blood.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the door of the cargo container was kicked open by the leading thug. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen subordinates holding various firearms jumped out one after another.

The person waiting at the door was stunned for a moment, turned back, and wanted to warn behind him.

But it's too late.

When the muzzle of the gun was raised, there was a loud noise, and the person guarding the door was turned into a ball of rotten flesh in the heavy rain of metal sprayed from the gun barrel. Only scarlet blood flew into the room from behind the broken glass. The villains who were sharpening their knives in the sushi restaurant were slightly startled. They subconsciously pulled out their weapons and aimed them at the door.

When the door was violently kicked in and the attackers rushed into the Dragon Land, all the noise seemed to disappear in an instant.

In just a short moment, whether it was the pimps behind William or the gangster from Gang No. 7, all the people holding weapons froze on the spot.

Seeing the same specifications of firearms in each other's hands, their expressions changed suddenly.

I seem to understand something.

But before that, my fingers couldn't bear it anymore...

——Pull the trigger!

Although something seems to be wrong, let’s kill these sons of bitches first!

Continuous loud noises erupted from the narrow space. When the chandelier shattered and went out, the dark room was constantly lit by fire spewing from the barrel of the gun.

Mixed with frightened shouts and shrill roars.

And as the grenade bounced and rolled, when the fire broke out, it overturned the floor and roof, and raised thick smoke.

When Martin and his truck rushed to the scene, what they saw was such a tragic scene.

A fierce and tense exchange of fire has begun.

Everyone subconsciously drew their weapons.

But the piercing siren suddenly sounded from the distance - huge aircraft descended from the shadows of the high-rise buildings, and the dazzling light kept flashing, casting a dark outline.

In the open armored vehicle, the heavily armed Holy City guards filed out, alertly aiming at the location of the Brotherhood of the Storm.

An angry warning sounded from the huge loudspeaker:

"People in front, put down their weapons! Now!"

For a moment, everyone froze in place.

"Saint City Security Guard? Who called the police?"

Behind Martin, Paul, who was being shielded in the middle, had a sudden change of expression. He could not help but be stunned as he distinguished the clothes of the Holy City guards and the conspicuous LOGO on the body armor.

"No, it's the dogs raised by those bastards from Magnum Industries!"

"What should I do? Mr. Paul."

Martin frowned and looked back at the real backbone.

Paul's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and pushed him away: "Wait a minute, don't shoot. There might be some misunderstanding. Let me negotiate with those guys."

What does the Ministry of Secrecy actually eat?

How could we let those damn guys come here smelling the smell of meat? Now we have to add another layer of detail...

No matter what, the interests of the company must be ensured, otherwise if something goes wrong, I may be sent to the newspaper reading room...

Thinking of how many people were still staring at his position hungrily, he made up his mind, waved his hand to the breeding hound behind him to follow him, marched forward, and shouted at the other end:

"Wait, don't shoot, I'm—"

boom!

Accompanied by an explosion.

Behind the broken wall, a stray bullet suddenly flew out and landed on the guard in the front row. The exploding metal instantly tore the explosion-proof shield and most of the body of the person behind it completely apart and set it on fire.

It was as if the alarm of destruction had been sounded completely.

The gunshots like heavy rain started again!

Before Paul could finish speaking, he felt a hand suddenly press on his head, pressing him down and hitting him on the ground. His vision went black.

Then, I realized the thrill and heat of the bullet flying against my scalp.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The voice from the loudspeaker roared: "This is too much! Kill all of you trash!"

Without hesitation, the guards of the Holy City began to attack the group of Yakuza who dared to shoot without any mercy. The aircraft whirling in the sky spewed out streams of bullets, and right in the front row, the villains who had just put down their guns were completely turned into mud by the iron rain that hit their faces.

The remaining people retreated without thinking and began to fight back.

By the time Paul was dragged by the hounds and returned to the rear, his originally pure white dress was already covered in mud and sewage, making him look miserable and miserable.

Like a stinky beggar.

But Martin hasn't reacted yet.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, I was completely confused.

"Mr. Paul...what's going on?" he asked dully.

Looking over with him, there were more than a dozen breeding hounds around, waiting indifferently for orders. Paul's panicked look was reflected in those scarlet eyepieces.

A stream of warm blood flowed from the bullet-grazed scalp and fell into his eyes.

It stings so much.

"Shoot!"

Paul roared angrily, "What are you waiting for! Are you waiting for the board of directors to call you? Fire up!"

He shouted hoarsely: "Kill all these bitches!"

The hounds froze in place.

Along with his words, status lights lit up on his face.

[Voice verification, passed. 】

[Iris verification, passed. 】

【Destroy mode, start! 】

Tiny electric sounds sounded one after another, and the bodies of the hounds hidden in the cloak began to expand rapidly, tearing apart the weak disguise, and the skinny and rickety torsos and incredibly long multi-jointed limbs were lifted out of the cloak.

There was no shouting or roaring. The man-made monsters pulled out the electromagnetic weapons equipped in the slots, faced the firepower of the Holy City guards, and launched a counterattack!

The huge launcher has been lifted from the shoulder of the hound at the front.

Locked on the flying and spinning aircraft in the sky.

The rocket flew out with a dazzling light.

Flames erupted from high in the sky.

The loud noise spread.

The real war has just begun!

And just four kilometers away, two blocks away, on the dilapidated rooftop, the instigator of all this put down his telescope with satisfaction.

"Look, the original photo, what's the scene of the wild dogs fighting?"

Huai Shi sighed softly, as if pitying the sufferings of the world, "That hungry and pitiful look..."

"——It's actually quite funny."

"..."

In the silence, the dull Yuan Zhao looked up and glanced at the cold eyes with no warmth in the shadows. The corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, unable to understand.

"Hey, are you really the King of Tanbo?"

"Um?"

Huai Shi turned around in confusion: "Are you saying that I'm not efficient enough? I've already worked very hard..."

"Is this a matter of efficiency? I mean, you're inhumane!" Yuan Zhao rolled his eyes and asked, "When faced with this kind of situation, according to your character of a good bad lady, shouldn't you be merciful! "

"But is compassion useful?"

Huai Shi asked back, leaving Yuan Zhao stunned on the spot.

In the cold and smelly night wind, Huai Shi squatted on the ground, tore open the satchel next to him, unfolded the felt cloth, and placed the precision parts wrapped in velvet and cloth one by one on it.

Categorize.

Scope, bracket, barrel, firing pin, receiver, screws...all available.

And in the end, what fell out of it was a heavy bullet.

"Look, isn't this kind of thing mentioned in the Russian Federation's holy book?"

The bullet spun dexterously between the creator's fingers, and the copper light illuminated Yuan Zhao's eyes. Huai Shi calmly recited the instructions in the classics and told him:

"If there were one righteous man in this city, I would not destroy it—"

"But if there is really only one left."

Huai Shi shrugged regretfully: "I think it would be better to destroy it, right?"