Chapter 113: Just One Step Away

In the extraordinary world, there are fixed types of power, but abilities vary according to one's own understanding of power. Almost everyone has different abilities, so it is difficult to measure them by strength or weakness. We can only say whether they are useful or not.

The ability of this priest is really... quite useless.

First of all, it only works for murders. Secondly, the death time cannot exceed ten minutes, but the most important thing is that it can only sense the location of the murderer at the time of the murder.

In most murders, the murderer is at the scene of the crime, so the scope of application of this ability is too small, but it must be admitted that it is still very useful in certain specific situations.

For example, now.

With Lynch's unraveling, he forced the other party to kill the puppet on the spot in advance, which just met the time requirement of the ability.

In such a short time, the dock was blocked and it was difficult for the other party to escape.

Knight Rick immediately commanded the sailors to assemble and prepare to attack the target, while Lynch and Trinless stayed in the infirmary, watching the priest's actions anxiously.

[Power, Death, Ability, Revenge of the Dead]

The moment the ability took effect, a breeze blew in his face.

The air was cold, oppressive, terrifying, and desolate. The desperate moans and wails echoed gently in the breeze, making people shudder.

That world did not belong to the light, it only represented death and the end. It was as if at this moment, the worlds of the living and the dead intersected, and the living glimpsed the secrets of the dead. For a moment, Lynch seemed to see a rushing river in front of him, with countless green flames floating in it.

This scene should have been terrifying, but Lynch felt an inexplicable familiarity and peace of mind, as if he had met an old friend.

‘Is death also your authority? ’

[Yes. ]

“I saw it, it’s on the dock.” Just as Lynch was harassing his own gods, the priest who had been meditating with his eyes closed suddenly shouted out in surprise, took the dock map handed over by the soldier, and drew the specific location.

It was indeed on the dock, not far from the long bridge where the big ship docked, only forty or fifty meters

There were several rows of small warehouses on the edge of the square there, which were rented by cargo ships to temporarily store goods. When the dock was blocked before, it was the workers and travelers around that were blocked, and no one paid attention to the locked warehouses.

It was here. I didn't expect it to be hidden within a range of less than 50 meters, but it was good that way. From the beginning to the end, this place was in a controlled area, and it was impossible for anyone to enter or leave. The enemy hiding inside had absolutely no way to escape.

In a blink of an eye, a large group of people had already pressed over.

It was nothing like the scenes in the police and gangster movies in the previous life, which made Lynch very regretful.

There were no police cars and sirens all over the street, and no one held a loudspeaker to shout to put down their weapons and surrender. Everyone walked around the warehouse from both sides quietly, and at least 40 rifles were aimed at the warehouse.

The door was locked from the outside. It seemed that everything was normal, but the four knight priests were already on full alert under the leadership of Rick. They hid behind a pile of goods not far from the warehouse door. When the sailors had completed the encirclement, Knight Rick clenched his fist again and then punched the air.

At the same time, the shadow of the warehouse squirmed, condensed into a fist of darkness at the door, and then slammed heavily on the door. The heavy wooden door was smashed into pieces, and it splashed inward like a cannonball.

The next moment, gunshots rang out.

It was the soldiers deployed in the front who fired at the same time as the door was smashed open, and the roar of gunfire was deafening.

Gun smoke filled the air, bullets flew, and sparks kept igniting around the warehouse door.

As a round of volleys ended, Rick drew his sword and strode out with four black-robed knights with swords in one hand and revolvers in the other. One in front and four behind, the five people seemed to run out of the momentum of thousands of troops and forcibly broke into the dark entrance of the warehouse.

"Go."

The officer deployed outside gave an order, and more than a dozen sailors holding rifles followed closely, rushing in fearlessly, and then bursts of harsh shouts rang out in the darkness.

The whole process was extremely fast, and Lynch didn't react at the beginning, and of course he didn't react at the end.

Are you all police officers from Country X? Why did you empty the magazine right at the beginning?

He now missed the gentle Officer Natalie. Being pinned to the ground was much gentler than being greeted directly by bullets.

But did they catch the enemy?

Hearing the movement inside gradually end, Lynch couldn't suppress his curiosity and followed into the warehouse.

Before his eyes adapted to the light change, Lynch realized that there was a lot of blood. It seemed that someone was hiding in the warehouse.

Soon, his eyes adapted to the dim gas light in the warehouse, and Lynch finally saw the inside clearly.

The warehouse was not big, and there were no goods in it. There were only three people hiding at the edge of the warehouse. One of them had been beaten into a fishing net and was lying on the ground with blood all over his body.

Another one had two revolvers in his hand, but even his head flew off, obviously cut by a sword, and the sword in the hand of Knight Rick was dripping with blood. It was conceivable what happened.

Another one was shot twice but not fatally, and was lying on the ground wailing. Two soldiers were pinning him and tying him up, and the action was quite violent.

Looking closely, the two dead men were sturdy with fierce faces, wearing tattered coarse cloth clothes, their skin was tanned and covered with scars, and there were a few white salt grains in their hair. They were obviously sailors who had lived on the sea for many years.

Although the injured one was not wearing formal clothes, he was well dressed, had a rat-like beard and a cunning face. Even at this time, his eyes were still darting around.

"Two pirates and a smuggler." Rick said with a gloomy face, "They are all ordinary people, without Davis and flashing cultists."

"Did we find the wrong one?" Lynch looked a little tangled, "Was it an accidental injury?"

"In this situation, people who locked the door and hid in the dark are not considered accidental injuries. Even if they were really accidentally injured... May God bless them, holy." Knight Rick drew a cross on his chest, "In fact, this combination is very common. Smugglers who are familiar with the terrain help find a safe place to stay and hide with wanted criminals to prepare for action. Now it is very likely that the two soul-crossers escaped in time, leaving only three ordinary people who did not have time to escape. But it doesn't matter, we still have a survivor. Living pirates are not very meaningful, and it is difficult to pry open their mouths, but smugglers are different. They still want to live, otherwise they would not wail so loudly on purpose."

As he said, he signaled to the officer with his eyes, and the officer immediately took two steps forward and kicked the smuggler's wound.

"Shut up now. If you yell again, I'll help you make another hole."

The screams stopped immediately, and the smuggler was lifted up by the sailors.

"Spare me, I didn't know they would do such a thing." The smuggler said with a sad face, "I just want to earn some pocket money, who knew they..."

"You all know the rules of the army, don't talk nonsense to me, answer honestly and you can live, and you can also get a pound reward. If you don't tell the truth, you will die. It's that simple."

The officer held a pound note in one hand and drew his sword in the other:

"Tell me, where are the others."

The smuggler immediately reached for the note: "They escaped."

"How many."

"Two."

"When?"

"Two minutes ago."

"Bullshit, two minutes ago the dock was full of soldiers, how could they escape."

"Really, Captain, they disappeared in a flash." The smuggler pointed to the corner of the wall, "It's right there, and it seems that something has fallen. We didn't have time to go over to see it, and you rushed in."

Huh?

Lynch signaled the soldiers not to approach, so as not to be affected by the mystery, and walked over.

There was also a piece of paper lying on the ground. When he turned it over, he saw another portrait of the Ancient Flasher.

"I don't know how they escaped, but they hid a speedboat nearby, so they must have fled there. But I don't know where they hid."

"That's not important anymore."

Knight Rick sighed and looked at the water with Lynch. There were boats coming and going on the water, and the most were small boats.

Just a step slower, they still escaped. It's hard to find them now.