Chapter 134 Harvest

Late at night, on the edge of London, this is a lawless place where even the patrol police will not set foot, a darkness that cannot even shine through the light of street lights.

Looking from a distance, this section of the putrid river is shrouded in greasy shadows, with only an extremely weak small oil lamp lighting up.

The oil lamp was suspended in the darkness, with a circle of scarlet stars flashing on and off around it - that was the cigarette held in the mouth of the caretaker.

In the center of the entire row of warehouse streets, in front of a narrow abandoned warehouse, a square wooden cargo box was set up as a table. Several idle watchers were sitting in a circle, using the The oil lamp on the table lights the time, gambling and games are used to pass the time.

Suddenly the wind and rain started, and the raindrops fell in patter, making the dim riverside street even more greasy.

The gathered watchers muttered a few words and did not go into the warehouse to take shelter from the rain. They just carried a thick tarpaulin and propped it up with wooden sticks to serve as a simple rainproof tent, and then continued their gambling game in the wind and rain. .

Old Kono looked at the three opponents in front of him with a deep expression. A hint of red and gray flashed in his pupils. He looked around at the three people on the opposite side who were either uncertain, confident or ready to go. , a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath and exhaled thick smoke from his nose. Then he stood up suddenly, slapped the cards in his hand on the table of the wooden box, and shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, open your eyes wide. Clearly... what is blackjack!"

After Werner, who was originally confident, counted the opponent's cards and indeed totaled 21 points, he angrily threw down the cards in his hand that could reach 20 points and cursed angrily: "Farke, you are so unlucky!"

"What a fucking piece of luck, old Kono, are you cheating?" Cole, who was ready to go, looked at the nineteen points in his hand and threw down the cards angrily.

"Sigh...Fortunately, I didn't bet too much this round." Cheeks, who was uncertain, said thankfully.

"Hahaha, good luck is coming, you can't stop it!" Old Kono laughed and drank the whole bottle of beer. He suddenly felt like urinating. He grabbed the betting money of the other three people and stuffed them all into Go in the crotch.

"Hahaha, wait for me to go to the toilet first, and come back later to fight again. I must win tonight and you will even lose your pants!"

"Bah, you're a lucky guy." Cole drank a bottle of beer, threw the bottle into the dirty and fast river nearby, and said angrily: "You wait for the next one, I will definitely win it back. "

"You're still being arrogant, Cole. Your poor card skills are even worse than my dim-sighted mother. You still think you can compare with the old Kono who has been running all the major underground casinos for many years?!"

Old Curno picked up the flat Scottish hat on the box and put it on the top of his head with sparse hair. He tightened his clothes and walked into the narrow passage between the two warehouses.

There are eaves extending from the roof of the warehouse to block rainwater, and the narrow passage can be protected from the unbridled invasion of wind and rain, but the environment seems particularly dark.

Even if you straighten your arms, you can't see your fingers clearly. If you don't pay attention, you will step on a glass wine bottle that someone has discarded here.

Old Kono shook his drunken head and walked deeper into the alley with one hand on the wall... According to legends from other brothers in the gang, Cheeks and Werner had that kind of relationship! I have to walk a little further to go to the toilet!

He walked all the way to the middle of the narrow passage, and after making sure that it was so dark that he could not even see the outline of the body, he felt relieved and released the heat that was almost uncontrollable.

As the smelly heat rose from his feet, after Old Kono released his urge to urinate, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body. He couldn't help but shiver, "Huh, it's really——"

Before the comfortable words could be uttered, Old Kono felt a chill in his heart, and some kind of tearing pain extended from his back to his chest. He only felt that his vision immediately became dim, and he even had diarrhea in the narrow passage. The faint light that penetrated became dark.

He tried desperately to struggle, to cry out for help... Damn it, Werner or Cheeks, you guys just look at me!

However, the blood loss and heartache left him unable to resist or cry out. He tried his best but could only put his palm over his heart, feeling the unprecedented hot wetness and smelling the fishy smell of urine rising from his feet... Old Kono Before he even had time to think about the unfinished regrets he had in this world, he closed his eyes permanently.

The attacker gently supported the body that smelled of alcohol, so that the opponent would not fall to the ground immediately and make a sound. Then he took off the opponent's jacket that was stained with alcohol and oil, put it on his shoulders, and put on the opponent's classic hat. The Scottish round hat slowly walked out of the narrow channel, imitating the other party's posture.

Cole, who had shuffled the cards, looked at the old Kono who was slowly walking out of the shadows, and saw that the old guy who had taken advantage but didn't know how to restrain his anger was lowering his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He suddenly felt wary. Could it be that the old guy was hiding his cards in the narrow passage? !

It happened that Cole also saw something that seemed to be hidden in the sleeves of the other person's hand. He thought to himself, damn, this old guy must have cheated. No wonder he opened blackjack several times tonight! ! !

He slammed the table and shouted to old Kono who was walking slowly: "Damn it, old guy, what are you holding in your hand?! Are you secretly hiding your cards?!"

When Werner and Cheeks heard these words, they immediately turned around and saw three sharp silver lights shooting towards them!

The three of them suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and they woke up from the drunkenness... But it was too late. Before they could react, three short sharp blades had penetrated deeply into their throats, accurately cutting off their throats. Vocal cords, turning their cries for help into muffled grunts.

The only sound the three watchers could make was the sound of their seats falling to the ground. Just as they were holding their throats and preparing to take out their firearms to defend themselves against the enemy, three dull popping sounds suddenly sounded from the shadows not far away, which were extremely inconspicuous under the cover of the howling wind and rain.

But the pain when the cold and hot metal projectile pierced the skull was so obvious that even the thought of 'There is a second person! ’ All his thoughts were interrupted, and he fell into a permanent sleep of hatred in surprise and amazement.

Watson quickly pulled out the three sharp knives from the corpse, wiped them clean and put them back into the holster under his windbreaker, and then pulled out the revolver he had not had time to use just now.

He looked around at the tightly windowless warehouse, and finally looked at the horizontal gate that seemed to be closed but was actually ajar, with a faint yellow light leaking from the cracks in the door.

He put the palm of his right hand on his head, signaling Nello to cover.

Then he suddenly opened the horizontal door, moved his body close to the door panel, used the thick door panel as a cover, pointed the short gun in his hand at the interior of the warehouse, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The two guards in the middle of the warehouse were the first to fall to the ground. There was a trace of bright red blood between their eyebrows, and some kind of turbid slurry leaked out of it.

The rest of the guards reacted immediately, shouting and cursing in response with cordial and enthusiastic gunfire.

Under the continuous bright muzzle fireworks, Watson had already seen clearly the distribution of personnel inside. He immediately rolled away from the wooden door panel that was about to be smashed into a sieve, and gestured towards Nello, who was still addicted to the crossfire. ——Leave the three on the left to you, and the four on the right to me.

Nero Bacchus nodded silently and slowly took two steps back.

The guards of the warehouse are obviously amateur soldiers. Once they encounter the enemy, they will impatiently pour out all the ammunition. This round of concerted bullet rain is more violent than the violent wind and rain outside the house, two fingers thick. Bullet holes were broken through the door panels under this violent attack, and broken door panels and sawdust were scattered everywhere.

But Watson and Nello had already left the door. They had been silently counting the shots fired by the warehouse guards, waiting for the offensive to slow down... In less than three seconds, the gunshots inside the warehouse began to slow down.

They heard someone shouting from inside, "Quick, load your ammunition, I'll watch the door -"

Before the enthusiastic guard could even finish his words, he saw two figures running out of the door. The incoming figures were running quickly while firing accurately. The sound of their gunshots was particularly depressing and muffled. Heavy, but the power of the bullets they fired was not reduced at all.

A cloudy flower of blood bloomed on the forehead of the custodian, and then even the only oil lamp hanging high in the room was extinguished. The glass shattered and sparks flew everywhere, plunging the entire warehouse into absolute darkness. , only the blazing white thunder and lightning flashed across the sky.

The panic-looking guards relied on their familiarity with the terrain to quickly crouch down and hide behind the bunker, quickly loading bullets into the magazines.

The two skilled guards had reloaded their firearms. They hid behind the bunker, raised their firearms high and fired continuously at positions on both sides of the door. Even if they could not harm the enemy, they had to use this to cover the actions of the brothers in the gang. ——They lowered their voices and shouted for their brothers to light the lights.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull and weird gunshot, which hit the wooden box bunker where the two were located. Fortunately, there were goods made of gold and silver hidden in the box, which blocked all the attacking projectiles.

At the same time, a group of guards also identified the location of the attacker through the sound of gunshots. The guards who had already loaded their ammunition while taking advantage of the breathing space immediately stood up and frantically pulled the triggers towards the target. The gun flames lit up again and again. Illuminating the environment inside the warehouse clearly.

But the guards, who were in a state of high adrenaline, fired with all their strength at the wooden boxes on both sides of the door that could be used as bunkers. Those wooden boxes were just empty boxes prepared to load the next batch of goods, and they would definitely not be able to Withstand our continuous bombardment.

Sure enough, after another round of bullets, they used the light of the oil lamps that had been rekindled to see blood flowing on the ground behind the wooden boxes on both sides of the door. The attacker's palms were also revealed from behind the boxes, loose and loose. He slumped to the ground helplessly, unable to hold the short spear anymore.

The three of them were in front, and the four were behind, walking steadily towards the wooden box that was slowly leaking blood... Hey, I didn't expect that these two intruders were quite tasteful, and they actually used the same firearms as our gang.

"Wait, something's wrong! Aren't these the shoes Werner recently bought-" The alert watcher had already discovered the problem, and he shouted to alert the brothers.

But Watson and Nello, who had already quietly sneaked into the warehouse, immediately jumped up. They looked at the backs of the people heading towards the bait position. They pulled the trigger in the shadow that was difficult to reach by the oil lamp, and fired twenty-five dull blasts in a row. Shen's gunshots rang out one after another, and the bullets from the four short guns poured out without reservation, splashing all of them on the seven targets who were particularly conspicuous because they were surrounded by the oil lamps.

In just one breath, the remaining watchers had completely lost their vitality. They lay unwillingly in a pool of bright red blood shed by themselves and their gang brothers, staring blankly at the dim ceiling.

Before the blood of the watchers turned to dry dark red, Watson and Nello had already found the target of their trip - a pile of crates tied with marking tapes.

They picked up the crowbars prepared here and opened the sealed crates one at a time. They saw that there were all kinds of antiques with strange shapes and heavy historical atmosphere hidden inside, including valuable books with leather covers and some with weird looks. decorations.

In the crate that Watson opened, he did not see the target of his trip - the wooden doll made by the extinct Marruvim people, a mysterious tool that could help him fully understand the secret of thunder.

But he found four dilapidated books at the bottom of the box. The simple covers and yellowed pages all showed the age and weight of the books... This must be the occult science related to secret transmission. books!

He looked at the covers of the pile of books that seemed to contain Si Chen's secrets. The names of the books were unabashedly displayed on them - "The Battle of the Wall", "The Sermons of Hypatia" and "The Sermons of Nuriel" "The Diary of Lord Franklin Bancroft"

These ancient books seem to be exuding some kind of fatal attraction. They will be like delicacies in the eyes of a glutton, sweet wine in the nose of a drunkard, and immature sheep in the eyes of a hungry wolf...

Watson couldn't help but hold up the "Battle of the Wall" on the top. The cover of the book was signed with the author's name - Solip Sistos.

He looked at the author's sharp signature and felt that each stroke seemed to be carved by a sword. A sharp cold light faintly flowed through the handwriting, and even the blade in the soul began to clang excitedly. , seemed to be urging him to quickly turn the pages of the book.

Watson couldn't help but want to open the pages of the book and browse and read it hungrily, greedily absorbing the knowledge and strengthening his soul.

"Chief Watson, stop it!"

Nero Bacchus, who was unpacking another crate at the side, immediately rushed over and stopped Watson from continuing. "These books may contain high-level secret knowledge. It is very possible to read them rashly." It will cause you to receive Si Chen's secrets that you can't bear, and you will lose control and become distorted!"