Chapter 260 More Anna
The dark and silent streets were filled with the sound of horse hooves clattering on the ground and the shrill cries of four traveling horses.
The four-seater carriage carrying Anna Morgan was rushing towards the blockade, and was about to break through the simple construction defense line set up by the Anti-Suppression Bureau to avoid attracting attention. It would only take three seconds for this rampaging carriage to easily break into the 500-yard range of the Crossroads Hospital.
According to Charlotte Holmes's inference based on the information revealed by Watson and the information from the Anti-Suppression Bureau, the distance of 500 yards is most likely the maximum perception range of Winfreys Morgan.
The solemn look between the female detective's eyebrows became more and more intense. Her arms raised high seemed as stable as a rock, but in fact they were swaying in the storm in her heart.
She turned her head and asked the logistics operator who was ready to go: "Are you sure you can only hit the driver's head without hurting the person on his back?"
The elite logistics operator nodded confidently. He had undergone professional combat training and was only one suitable opportunity away from being promoted to the extermination unit.
"Very good, order to shoot only at the horses and the driver, mainly to hinder the action - the driver is carrying an important target of this operation, and the target is extremely weak and can hardly withstand the impact of the overturned carriage."
"I need you to ensure the target's life!"
This order was transmitted to the eyes of the logistics operators near the blockade line in an instant through the flickering of the glimmer. They looked at each other, and the operators with poor crossbow shooting skills took the initiative to put down the crossbow, while those who had undergone long-term combat training firmly raised the crossbow, aimed the aiming hole on the crossbow arm at the target, and pulled the trigger decisively!
Dozens of steel-tipped arrows flew towards their respective targets in tacit agreement. Only a sharp whistling sound was heard on the street. An arrow had been inserted into the heads and hearts of the four traveling horses. The arrows were more than halfway in, and the gray-white tail feathers were still trembling. Hot blood slowly dripped onto the hard and frozen ground.
Even the driver sitting at the front of the carriage had an arrow inserted into his hideous smile. The arrow body accurately hit his forehead and penetrated deep into the skull. It must be able to instantly cut off the transmission of his nerve signals, paralyzing him on the spot!
A trace of clear liquid mixed with turbid blood slowly dripped from the driver's eyebrows. The blood-red and gray-white colors were like a thick stroke across the driver's nose bridge, flowing down along both sides of the nose.
However, even though the driver suffered such a fatal injury, his limbs were completely relaxed, and his face still maintained an exaggerated smile, which was not like a normal human smile at all... It was just like a fake smile mask, making his stiff smile even more creepy.
The logistics officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau hidden on both sides of the street rushed up immediately. Even in such an emergency, they unswervingly followed the instructions of the action commander, with a strong man holding a square shield in front and officers holding crossbows and pistols in the back - walking steadily and quickly towards the stationary four-seater carriage.
As they gradually approached, they found that the target behind the driver was... just a shriveled and skinny corpse.
These poor children were naked, and their exposed purple skin was covered with shocking bruises, as if they had suffered terrible torture and beatings before their death.
However, children with such a tragic fate... in this cold and ruthless city, in this unusually cold winter... are not uncommon. These homeless children who have been abandoned by their parents can only wander the streets and make a living by searching the trash cans in the back alleys of restaurants.
But this way of obtaining free food has long been monopolized by those homeless people who are stronger than them. They are only worthy of picking up the leftovers that the other party completely despises to try to fill their hungry stomachs.
But even so, these children who are as thin as skeletons are more often bought by their cruel parents into dangerous and dirty sweatshops in exchange for a week's wine and prostitution money - but compared to falling on the streets and not knowing where to find the next meal, perhaps entering the factory is a better fate for them, at least they can eat a meal of thin food that barely fills their stomachs every day - but there will always be those who are exhausted from hunger and let the machine accidentally crush their fingers or arms.
The capitalists, who are full of desire for money, will not pay compensation for these stupid and mistaken child laborers. These disabled children who have lost their ability to work deserve to be expelled from the house, and let another long-awaited reserve take over the job. Children with disabled hands and feet and no parents to support them cannot resist the erosion of this cold winter. They can only light the matches they picked up in the damp and cold alleys, and fall asleep forever looking at the weak flames in their hands.
Whenever the dawn of the morning illuminates this advanced city, the rich and powerful wake up from their hangovers and sigh in front of the rising sun, "This is the best time" - the bodies hidden in the dark corners of the bright city have been frozen stiff.
This cruel truth was once again exposed to the eyes of the anti-suppression bureau operators, but their hearts had long been harder than the frozen corpses on the carriage. They just quickly swung their knives to cut the hemp rope on the driver's body, and lifted the skinny corpse with a strand of pale hair wrapped around his head high, presenting it to the commander's vision.
When the female detective saw the corpse lifted up by the logistics personnel, she felt as if a soft spot in her heart was touched again... No, now is not the time to think about these things, she must focus on the current action and concentrate all her attention on destroying the Crossroads Order!
However, this is at least good news, proving that Anna Morgan has not been abducted by other forces. She is still under the protection of Winfrey and still under our surveillance.
However, the telegraph machine in the tent suddenly flashed an emergency light. The logistics operator responsible for answering the telegram quickly copied down the code, and then ran out in a panic, shouting hurriedly: "Miss Holmes, something has happened! The person responsible for monitoring the Royal Free Hospital Almost all the secret whistles were killed, and only the last secret whistle survived because he went to the bathroom! He immediately sent an alarm after he found that he could not contact the other secret whistles for a long time!"
"So, Anna has really been abducted by other forces..." The female detective fell into deep thought, "Do you want to use this to blackmail Winfress? But why did you specifically choose tonight's operation where we are about to carry out the arrest... Could it be that there are spies from other forces within the Anti-Suppression Bureau who leaked our actions tonight? "
"But Winfrey is going to be in jail, so what's the point of kidnapping Anna? Is it to blackmail Winfrey into not leaking information about a certain big shot?"
While the female detective was thinking quietly, this solution should drive away the quiet street with only residents, but suddenly the sound of multiple horse hooves on the ground was heard again!
The shrill whinnying of the horses is so familiar, and the bumping sound of the wheels rolling over the frozen soil is so familiar!
Charlotte Holmes quickly stood at the highest point and looked around, and saw several crazy carriages rushing towards the blockade. Each coachman had a strange and stiff smile on his face. , their waists were wrapped with thick hemp ropes, and the pale hair of the people they carried were swaying and dancing with the cold wind.
The female detective's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.