Ember Gun

  Chapter 434 A Beautiful Future

  The street outside the hotel was full of horse-drawn carriages. As the people boarded, they roared past. Lorenzo and others were the last ones to set off. Unlike the Inverwege Orchestra, they have a direct docking service from North Dro.

  "Ready to set off, then I will lay out an action plan first."

  It was not until the action was about to begin that Lorenzo revealed his plan of action. Several people stood on the street, just like chatting.

   "Herkery, you are going to the dock to prepare for the matter."

Lorenzo first said to Herculi that Herculi was so confident before, but Lorenzo still had some doubts about him. He didn't know if this guy would lose his chain at a critical moment. After all, he was on the ship before. Everyone sees it.

   "Ok, if necessary, I will take it to the coast."

  Helkley is full of confidence.

Maruri is a port city. The wharf only occupies a part of the coast. It is their second plan to reach the shore directly from the Theater Square. There is an undeveloped coast because there are few people moving there because of the reef. If so, Hercules will drive the ship there to meet them, but the price is that it is very close to the naval station, which is easy to attract attention.

   "I just hope you don't faint in the boat."

  Lorenzo still doesn't trust much, but he can't help it. The situation is far more complicated than he thought, and the existing manpower is simply not enough to solve the problem.

   More importantly, Hercule is not suitable for fighting on the frontal battlefield. If he is asked to take up a weapon to fight, Eve can beat him ten. Compared with these, this is the most suitable position for him.

   "Next is our division of labor. Haibod and Irene will go to exchange hostages. Eve and Kestrel, you are responsible for assassinating the Pope."

  Lorenzo said to the others.

   "We? Assassinate the Pope!"

  Kestrel lowered his voice, his expression unbelievable.

   "Just me and her? You look at me like this."

  Kestal stood tall as he spoke, showing his bandaged arm.

After several fights between him and Irene, the old injuries have not been healed and new ones have been added. In fact, the Kestrel no longer possesses too strong combat capabilities. Like Irene, he is only able to move freely and there is only one left. Hands up.

"Can I?"

  Eve also had some doubts about herself.

  Assassination of the pope is such a major event, it should be Lorenzo who will come in person, let yourself be an intern, and the half-handicapped Kestrel, no matter how you think you trust yourself too much.

   "Lorenzo Holmes is only one person. I can exchange the hostages first, and then assassinate the pope, but this time is too rush, and it is full of unexpected possibilities."

  Lorenzo comforted Eve, and he also knew that it was indeed too stressful to give her this kind of thing.

  "But your task is the simplest. I have already prepared the street lights. The explosion will cause panic. There are many believers in the ceremony of enthronement. You can take advantage of this chaotic moment to carry out the assassination."

  Just like a student, Eve nodded while listening to Lorenzo.

   "After all, the pope is just an ordinary person. He is not a demon. As long as such a large amount of steel penetrates his brain, he is dead."

  Lorenzo said and raised his hand, comparing it to the length of a finger, which is the length of a bullet.

"In the crowd, when the explosion sounded, he fired at the pope’s head. This is a lacquered antimony flying knife. If you miss a hit, you can also blow him to death with this thing, but this thing is very strong. , It may kill yourself."

  Lorenzo said that he handed out a few lacquered antimony flying knives to Eve. Because this thing was too dangerous, Lorenzo had been carrying it closely. This was also the first time Eve came into contact with this wonderful weapon.

  "Now Eve, you are the main force, and the Kestrel is the facilitator. If you can solve it perfectly, you will pass this internship with full marks."

  Lorenzo pretends to be relaxed, in this case there is no need to exert any pressure.

   "It sounds like I am the cumbersome, I am really sorry."

  Kestrel held the **** triangle in his hand, and used it to tap the light pole on the side of the road from time to time.

"The blame is for you to be a mortal. This is my mistake. Many times I treat you on my own terms." Lorenzo knocked on the Kestrel's arm. "This kind of injury is for the demon hunter. When the secret blood awakens, it may heal in a few minutes, but for a mortal, you have to cultivate for at least half a month."

   "Then we, Hybbod, Irene, the three of us go to the Yega Theater, where the hostage exchange will begin."

  Lorenzo said as he boarded the carriages on the side, these carriages took them to different places.

   "For the specific situation, go there and follow my instructions."

   "By the way! One more thing."

  Lorenzo suddenly stopped the few people who were about to leave, and his eyes swept across their faces one by one.

  "Remember, no matter where you are, when you hear my voice, you must follow my instructions, understand?"

  "Sound? We don’t have a communicator here..."

  Kestrel murmured a few words, but before he could finish speaking, his voice went low.

  He felt it. Lorenzo's gray-blue eyes fixed on him. The guy in front of him was not joking, he had never been serious.

   "Good... good."

  Kestrel nodded, and the others also expressed that they understood that Lorenzo’s cold face became softer when he saw this. He got into the car, and then Hybold and Irene followed.

  The scorching sun has begun to fall, and the time from the start of the action has also entered a countdown.

  The carriage shook slightly, leading a few people to that different place.

  ……

  Yega Theater has become crowded. Many spectators arrive early. They are swimming around, looking at the theater square ahead from time to time.

In the theater square, more and more believers, and with the passage of time, more believers from the Gospel Church have also come here. Their words are full of insults, and they have erupted several times in just a few minutes. The conflict, but fortunately they were all contained by the mounted police.

  But under this calm, danger lurks.

The Mounted Police took a deep breath. He hadn't been so tired for a long time. Riding on his horse, he looked farther than others. The high platform in the theater square was full of Orthodox believers. Soon the pope would step on. Go to the high platform, give a speech under the watchful eyes of the believers, and put on the crown.

  He feels very uncomfortable. The Mounted Police is also a believer in the Gospel Church, but due to work needs, he is now coming here to maintain order. Although the conflict has become more intense, the horse under his hips has been blindfolded.

  Horses hooves sounded, and more mounted police tuned in. Although the current conflict is still under control, no one knows whether it will turn into a bloodshed when the ascension begins.

   "What's the matter? Why are there so many people."

  Another colleague drove up and cursed in a low voice.

   "What's wrong?" the Mounted Policeman asked.

  "Believers, whether they are believers in the Orthodox Church or the Evangelical Church, there are more and more believers. Do we really have so many believers in Maruli?"

  My colleagues are very puzzled. Although the faith of the Gospel Church is rooted in this land, Maruli, as a port city, has a large flow of people and its faith has declined a lot here.

  But nowadays, more and more believers have appeared. It seems that all people have faith for a time and come for their gods.

  "This is not quite right with the instructions given by the city hall. They never said that there will be so many people..."

  My colleagues faintly worried.

Although the two were only mounted police officers, his instinctive vigilance made him feel that something was not good. Large-scale events like this must be reported to the city hall. After that, the mounted police will be responsible for the order of the scene. Obviously, All this began to drift away gradually.

  It's like...it's like someone is controlling all this, and more and more people are mingling in it, in the name of believers.

  No, no, it's not that bad, it's just an ordinary activity.

  He comforted himself in this way, but at this time, shouts of curses rang from the side.

  "Here! Get out of our land!"

On the edge of the theater square, the angry evangelical church members shouted. They fought directly with the Orthodox believers on the periphery. Seeing this, the mounted police blew the police whistle and tried to stop the conflict, but he hadn't waited for the horse to go forward. , A hand suddenly grabbed him.

   Looking back, there are faces filled with fanaticism one after another.

The mounted police's heart felt cold. He let go, and the police whistle fell. He wanted to shout something to his colleagues, but only saw the countless hands on the side of the horse like seaweed, like a drowning man. Like people, his colleague was held down by countless people and covered his mouth. He could only see the horrified eyes from the gap between his fingers, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"Do not……"

  The Mounted Police still wanted to say something, but he was dragged down from his horse and disappeared into the vast crowd. On the edge of the theater square, the conflict continued and intensified.

  ……

   "Now everyone's emotions are mobilized."

  Curry leaned against the window, looking down at the riots in the theater square. With the help of the Iron Law Bureau, the conflict of beliefs between the two parties will be intensified to the maximum in the near future.

   "The anger will accumulate little by little, until a burst point detonates it all."

  Curry felt the joyful emotion after a long time. He felt that he was within reach of his dream and turned to look at Lawrence.

   "What do you think of all this?"

  "It's great, perfect, and interesting. I never thought that a guy who spurned faith like you would understand faith so deeply."

  Lawrence walked over as he spoke, and looked down at the crowd with Curry.

   densely packed, like a colony of ants, they are fighting for their sacred beliefs, but they don’t know that the so-called beliefs are just their bargaining chips at the gambling table.

  Revealing the hypocritical appearance, there is only a **** dirty thing under it.

  "We need a great victory to let the Orthodox faith expand in Galluna Lori like a tide. This is a great ceremony. Do you want to make someone a sacrifice?" Currie asked again.

   Lawrence nodded at this, and he replied slowly.

"I have planned everything. The choir has been mixed into the believers. Today everything is under our control. As for the sacrifice, I have also selected it. He will be the most suitable candidate, and his merits will be It is recorded in the history of Orthodox Church."

As    was talking, the two looked at each other and made a shuddering laugh.

Outside the house, in the upper floor of the Yejia Theater, the girls are still trying to vocalize, and they will sing loudly in a while. Everyone seems very happy. Liya wears a white dress that she has never touched. Skirt, she was so happy, running around in the corridor.

  Hu Ao is also a little stupefied. For him, the changes in the past few days are too fast, and it is almost as if the sky is turned upside down.

  He had been unlucky for decades, but in these days, God seemed to finally see this poor boy and gave him kindness. Everything seemed so beautiful, like a dream, I can’t believe it.

"so good……"

Hu Ao murmured. He began to think about whether to quit his job as a sailor. He wanted to come to the Orthodox Church to become a priest. Although he may not be very professional, he will learn it. Even if he is not a priest, he can first Starting as a volunteer, as long as you take care of your meals...

  Liya's white figure ran in front of her, feeling happy like never before.

   outlines a beautiful future, but everyone knows that this may be the last good thing.

  ……

  Lorenzo stood on the steps of the Yega Theater. He looked at the crowded theater square not far away. Kestrel and Eve were already mixed in, just waiting for the start of the action.

  "When shall we start?" Haibod asked.

   "It's already started."

  Lorenzo replied, and then walked to the inside of the theater. Instead of walking to the performance hall, he walked along a staircase on one side.

  "Aren't we waiting for the start of the show?"

   Irene asked behind her. In Lorenzo’s previous remarks, she always thought she acted after the performance began.

   "No, the plan has changed, we have to advance."

  Lorenzo looked solemn, he hid all the secrets in his heart.

   "Eve is right. The two of them have too many unstable factors to assassinate the Pope. Maybe it will trigger something bad. If you want to end this, I can only do it faster."

  Lorenzo stopped abruptly as he spoke. He carried the cello box on his back and held the sword in his hand.

   "Did you do what I asked you to do?"

  Hearing Lorenzo’s question, Irene was taken aback, and then she waved her bandage-wrapped arm in recollection.

"That's good."

  Lorenzo said and looked at Hybade.

  "Next, you are in charge of the negotiation. I am just a portable attendant."

  As he said, he took the top hat and put it on his head, and pressed down the brim of the hat vigorously, hiding his face in the darkness.

   "Hold it, Irene."

  After doing all this, Lorenzo put a pistol into the pocket of Irene's clothes, and then said.

   "When I let you shoot, you will shoot, you know?"

  "Shoot at whom?" Irene didn't understand.

   "It's up to you to decide."

  Lorenzo drew out Winchester as he spoke, walked behind Irene, and then raised his gun to Irene’s head.

   "Then let's go, Irene, as you said, your head is very valuable in the Iron Law Bureau."

  Hybold was completely stunned. He couldn't figure out what Lorenzo was doing, his eyes were confused, but when he faced Lorenzo, he was almost cut by the sharp blade under Lorenzo's eyes.

  "Is there any problem? Hyboard."

   "No...no."

  Hybod shook his head. At this point, no matter what plots Lorenzo had, he had no chance to stop. Looking at the long stairs, Hybod made up his mind and stepped forward.

  (End of this chapter)