Chapter 703 Ch702 The Choice of Shadow

Chapter 703 Ch.702 Choice of Shadow

When Peter Heller showed his unparalleled terrible power, no one dared to move even a single step—like a group of flesh and blood sculptures with spells, all of whom were still at the fountain, waiting for a long-destined ending.

"To some extent, we also have to thank the "tea party". ”

Peter Heller said.

The chaos ended very quickly.

The good news is that after the examination, there are not many people who are ‘infected’ - most children are not too stupid, especially for ‘gangs’, which have received similar education and advice.

In addition to this group of lawless students led by Thomas Harvey, who joined in order to find excitement.

Finally, the number of infected people is still within a controllable range.

They will be sent to the court for interrogation, and for some time to come, other executives will have to travel around the districts of London.

Catching these unlucky guys is just the beginning.

"Rabies" and "thugs", Ms. Jutiya told me. ”

On the way back, the old gentleman mentioned the gang.

Or organization.

As York and Roland said, the case fell on his mentor.

"To be honest, I'm not willing to take over. Judging from the several cases, this group of people has no order and does not respect the rules. Whether they are captured alive or not, they must chase them like hunting dogs, and at least for half a year..."

Peter Heller shook his head as he said.

His time is precious.

More valuable than Fernandez and the blade.

He is Gaohuan.

He is going to compete in the club's poker salon.

I still have to lead York and take my free time to watch the horse racing.

I also fish occasionally.

He was too busy, and if he chased this group all day, he would have no time to do anything else.

The old gentleman complained to Roland in a steady tone.

It seems that every executive in the court has his own little hobby that he cannot give up.

"Master Jutiya clearly knew that I was very busy, but he still gave this task to me alone."

Peter Heller sighed, looking embarrassed:

"She said she was not in a hurry, but as an executive, she had to fulfill her responsibilities as a sword."

Although Roland felt that he wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as a poker player.

This old man is not scary when he gets close, but it makes people feel kind.

He is more interesting than looking from a distance.

"You have to work hard, York."

Roland teased.

Little York shook his head, as serious as if he was the captain: "The mentor must have a reason for doing this."

"Yeah, York, I'm taking you to the poker salon, not for that superficial entertainment," Heller's eyes praised: "This kind of competitive game will make your mind more sensitive and to people's relationships." The relationship judgment is more accurate...even, you will gradually understand who is lying..."

"What a novel nonsense."

"All executives are talents, indeed."

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He is the executive officer who can stay in the court.

Fernandez, Flower Street Speaker.

Peter Heller, a poker contestant.

Blade Lady, a vulgar joke library.

Roland Collins, the head of the cult and the senior nap expert.

"You just said, what are those group of people... disorderly?" Roland mentioned inadvertently.

"That's true, Roland."

The old gentleman habitually tapped his knees with his fingers.

Whenever he thinks.

"I have investigated the entire case from beginning to end. You should have heard of the two cultists who are wearing wolfdog masks calling themselves "rabies" and the sheep-head mask calling themselves "thugs", the two cultists who are doing justice to the citizens everywhere. ——”

"But in fact, it was only at the beginning."

He told Roland in detail about the results of his investigation.

The factory owner and son who harmed the female worker were indeed retribution and were hung up.

The people also applauded.

But what after?

Some of them were ill-intentioned or had purely malicious intentions and began to provide wrong information to the two "chippers".

These people spread rumors, and the rest of the workers cooperated and said vaguely, implying that they had been treated unfairly - this is not a straightforward expression, but a kind of meaning that no matter what the left and right are, 'nonsense'.

But under that tide, rumors were spread as fast as lightning.

Even later, some factory owners "used" such rumors to attack their enemies.

"So, what did this group of cultists do?"

Peter Heller asked and answered.

"They did."

He said.

"Fucked according to the rumors."

"No matter whether the other party does good or evil, any name that appears in the rumors will be banned by them... Roland, do you think this group of powerful people can't investigate the truth or falsehood of the rumors?"

"No."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"They know."

The old gentleman rubbed his clean-scraped chin, and there was a lot of fun in his words: "The executives who are concerned about this case can't figure out their purpose. But I want to say that this group of people is just for the sake of "playing" ——Just like some people do purely good and purely evil.”

"They are chaotic. chaotic, an organization that cannot be predicted and controlled..."

“No doubt this type of association is even more dangerous.”

More dangerous than a cradle of flesh and blood.

At least Cradle of Flesh and Blood still knows what the purpose of doing something is.

He said a lot, and finally ended with this sentence.

"But I'm too busy recently. There is a poker tournament in London..." The old gentleman looked helpless.

Roland: ...

Thank the poker tournament, Miss Snitch.

Otherwise you will face the pursuit of a high-level ritualist.

To be honest, Roland has always had an unreasonable confidence in his Snitch, thinking that she will not be easily caught - but if it is a high-level ritualist, it is not certain.

Especially this one who can manipulate shadows.

"I don't know if this question can be asked, Mr. Heller," Roland had many questions about the power he had just witnessed: "The "Assassin" can manipulate shadows. Does this mean that no one can defeat them in the dark?"

Peter Heller solved Roland's doubts with just one sentence.

"Where there is light, there are shadows. "

The candlelight flickered in the carriage.

A dark shadow slowly moved up along the wall of the carriage.

No sound.

No sign.

It did not sway with the shaking of the carriage and the oil lamp. It was slender, soft, and stable, like a sharp claw of a demon hiding in the shadows, quietly approaching its desired prey little by little.

It was tangible, but before launching an attack, it used intangibility to conceal its danger.

Roland put his hands on his knees and watched it climb up his thighs little by little.

Peter Heller raised his eyebrows.

Instantly.

Yin The shadow suddenly shrank.

He felt the force of strangling his neck.

This force was enough to kill an unsuspecting low-level person.

Roland leaned forward and raised his hand to grab the oil lamp on the table. The shadow behind the light instantly grew countless tentacles and wrapped around his wrists, upper arms, shoulders, and throat.

He gently pulled back.

Click, click.

Peter Heller, who was opposite him, took out two metal rods the size of his little fingers from his coat pocket. When they collided with each other, they emitted a dazzling flame.

"To deal with the ritualists of this path, you must always make sure you have a choice."

"Two choices."

He shook his palm at Roland.

"Either, you have the power to extinguish all light sources at any time, or you have to hold a gadget that can instantly dispel all shadows..."