Saint

Chapter 48: escape (four)

The dark police department and the Western Police General Bureau have set up heavy troops in each main road leading to the Golden Bay. Fulan also learned the name of Zorfa Longhi. At the post station, he met Zorfa and was deeply impressed. Especially the steel cone like eyes and tough face, the secret detectives of this kind of dark police hall are not easy to deal with. Unless they are eliminated from the body, they will be like maggots with bones, and also like the rotten beasts that see the dying animals. He is glad to meet the giant boxing man in the prison car, otherwise his escape plan has failed. But at the same time, he hesitated. Like Cregan, the leader of the gangs was the one who wanted to be punished by the law. And he, who believes in just saints, is now in the same league. "Javert has been out for a whole day, and he hasn't come back yet." Cregan put down half of the cattle bones and rubbed the oil in his palm on the towel at will. He was a little uneasy. "Maybe that kid went to find Niu," said little biz. "No, Javert at the pass knows the importance." Cregan knows the advantages and disadvantages of his cronies. He sees that Fulan is a little absent-minded, "man, don't worry." Fulan said his name, "Toposo." Cregan knows that it's a pseudonym, but he didn't ask. It's a taboo on the road to inquire about other people's past, so the big guy is always called "man" by "man". Blinking his eyes, Fulan let his vision focus again. He stood up and opened the window. The night wind mixed with the heat that has not yet subsided. They stayed at sea for four days, purchased necessary field supplies, and also had some intelligence deployed by the authorities. Anyway, Cregan has decided to leave here at the latest tomorrow night. Compared with the police, the big man was more worried about the man who was influential in the underground world and the subsequent revenge. Joe Corleone played with the dagger, smearing a layer of light blue poison on the dark and lusterless blade. He arrived in the city this morning. Joe didn't inform Igo's boss's staff near Haide. He is used to carrying out tasks on his own, which is due to his nature as an assassin master and his trust in his own ability. But Joe found something bad in his confession. "Dragon vein?" "Longmai, the head says that. I saw with my own eyes that he saved the dying people." Javert said blankly, from the appearance, he had no scars, but his hair was messy, and his pupils were full of blood, but his spirit had collapsed. Joe has a set of ways to get information from tough people. He is good at torture and calls it an elegant art. Joe just performed in front of Javert to peel the rabbit skin once. He drew a hole on the rabbit and filled it with mercury. Then, the gang members who were not afraid of heaven and earth shivered and saw how an animal struggled painfully and rolled the red body out of the skin bag. Javert didn't have the courage to be that rabbit, so he honestly explained everything. "In the history of Longmai, no one has ever been born in the treatment department." Joe stared at the eyes of the prey, hoping to find the trace of lying. "I don't know what dragon vein is, but what I said is true." "The evidence witnessed by oneself is more reliable than ten thousand words." Joe walked behind Javert lightly, and his pace was not proportional to his tall body. He used a dagger to cut the rope tied to Javert's chair. It seems that the action was too big. While the dagger cut the rope, he made a small wound on Javert's back. "In order to praise your cooperation," he announced generously, "now you can go back." The gang members sat in a trance on the chair for a long time. Even when the assassin master left, he didn't know. He struggled to straighten up, and his numb legs almost made him fall. Javert just wanted to go back to the boss and report the news as soon as possible. The power of Cregan's fist might be able to deal with the mysterious assassin. When he was approaching the temporary foothold, Javert felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his back was a small pain that didn't matter. It was like a fire spreading across the grassland, which made it difficult for him to breathe. He gasped, regardless of the black blood flowing from his nose into his mouth, and finally came to the door. He wanted to knock on the door, but his arm didn't have the strength, he couldn't lift, his legs were soft, and he tried several times without success. Until finally, his unconscious body completed the task, and Javert fell on the door plate, and then rolled down from the two steps, making a huge sound, which shocked the people in the room. "It's poison." Cregan stopped xiaobis from using his hands to wipe the blood on Javert's face. "What should I do?" little Bis cried in panic, "I'll go to a doctor." Iron, the big boxing man, cleared his face and looked at Fulan, "man, please, I know you have a way." Fulan didn't answer. He has speculated that there is a limit to holy power. Maybe at the end of the use, he will return to the domain of Hades. If it is a family member, he will not hesitate;If he is a good man who suffers, he can give without reservation after hesitation, but for the criminals in the underground world "What are you nuts about? Please." Cregan looks at Fulan. "Give me a reason." "Why?" "The reason to save him." Fulan said, "for criminals, prison or hell is the destination." "The reason for bullshit!" Cregan roared like a maniac, "what are you fucking high, criminal? You are now one of the criminals, and your head portrait is now hanging at the gate of the city. We fled together for ten days, and I provided the route. I took you as a rookie to hide from the gray guy. Javert also helped you, not him, we were trapped in the house and couldn't get any supplies. OK, maybe it was utilization, we used to each other, but at least you owe me. Now, you should pay it back, even after you leave..." In the shadow, Jo Kaulio saw a scene that moved him. Under the power of the man, the prey corroded by the poison recovered its consciousness. In the world of dragon vein, according to the value of ability, it is divided into three levels: King, honorary, and riding. His shadow call can only be regarded as a dignitary, but since he had a obedient and cheap sister with King level ability, his status has been firm, and he even has the opportunity to sit on the underground world round table Council. And this man's resurrection ability, even in the king level dragon vein, is also superior. If you can have two kings, who can say "no" to him? Joe is a man who wants to be a big man, the top of the food chain. His idea is no longer a simple killer, but a leader. "Get him." Joe cried quietly, "if you can't get him, then kill him." Western town. Bari, the head of the group, was counting her bags with a sad face. Her previous profits were all killed in rent and food. If it doesn't start again, the cardinal Troupe will face the crisis of bankruptcy, but the important actor Quasimodo has not come back, and the kind prosecutor, there is no more news. "I hope that both Quasimodo and little matida can be OK." the head of the group thought anxiously. She sighed and began to pack a lot of luggage in the corner. Soon, a small suitcase attracted her attention, and the box was packed in a bag with clothes. "Nicole, don't leave your things in disorder, be careful of hanging flowers." the commander shouted. "Oh, don't wrong people, it's not mine, it must be our great writer who threw it in." Nicole ran over to see the box and said wrongly. Lauren was thinking about the next plot with his pen. When he heard this, he said, "I don't have a case. You know, all my luggage, except for two clothes, is only pen, ink and paper." "Then whose is it?" Bari was strange. Everyone was shaking their heads. "Open it and have a look." Nicole took over the suitcase and began to play with it, but the password lock on it was very solid. "Let me do it. This damned thing broke my skirt!" Bari just found that there were two clothes in the bag that were decorated by the iron bag corner of the box. She angrily found the scissors and started to shovel the lock, but the password lock still did not move. Nicole turned her eyes and ran to the back of the house. When she came back, she had a big axe in her hand. Before the password lock was smashed, it did its own responsibility. Well, at least it was more reliable than some bureaucrats in the world. The stacks of banknotes in the box and the gold Caesar wrapped in small bags let the room only breathe quickly for a while. Nicole began to screw Lauren, and the latter's whirring pain proved that it was not a dream. "Isn't it possible that we are involved in a terrorist plot?" Nicole plays with her imagination. "No." head Bari's eyes were intoxicated as ripples in the autumn wind. "It's a favor from the heaven, er, it may also be a temptation from the devil, but I want both the favor and the lure. With this money, the cardinal can immediately grow up into a small group and become a Paradise everyone is eager to see." Ann Corleone squints her eyes, and the golden sunset pours in the green forest. With her long fingers, she feels the light passing through the leaves, and picks the wild fruits growing on several shrubs. She suddenly feels very happy. It's still two days away from Matantin, but she can't move on. There are too many eyes of the forces in the capital, and her mission has to be kept from everyone. The motorcade that the eldest lady returned from the West should be in the upper and lower corners of the nearby town tonight. She should try to get close to her to complete the transaction. It's not for status or for her brother's ambition, just because she likes a mean, insidious and bloody life. If the transaction can have a perfect answer, the underground world will not be peaceful for a while. It's a wonderful pleasure to listen to the voice of the enemy's heart, which is slowly attributed to nothingness. In particular, Igo Andres, the guy's bad eyes are always on his own. "Sooner or later, I'll dig out that pair of eyes." Ann Kaulio was happy to think that a wild berry held in her fingers exploded, and the red fruit mud was like blood, dyed her palm red. "Hey, little girl, do you want to eat something?" on the country road, a fat businessman, full of desire, looks at the blonde girl. "Have you met my dad?" the girl asked. The merchant smiled slyly, and his eyes swept over the girl's beautiful neck and bulging chest, "get on the car, I know where your father is, and take you to meet him." Waiting for little cute to get on the carriage, the businessman felt that his lips were dry, "Hey, the girl looks really good, it's just that there is more mud on her body, and when she returns to the city, it will taste good..." The girl happily lies on the window and looks at the scenery outside the window. She can see the dim clouds and mist, which are gradually darkening and heaving the sky occupied by the sunset. "Good friend, we will see Dad soon." the girl played with the looming white flame in her hand and whispered, "look, it's going to be dark, but dad said that night is the prelude and beginning of light." The third volume floating light of the night