Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 2117 Old man, don't talk...

This is not a question of whether to be cowardly or not, this is a strategic compromise - Mr. Asassis slowly raised his hands.

"It's a good thing to be interesting." The man in the sunglasses sneered, then threw a box at Mr. Asassis, and motioned him to open the box.

Mr. Asassis had to do as he did. After opening the box, he found that it contained a syringe for injection.

The weirdness of the situation caused cold sweat to break out on Mr. Asassis' forehead.

Sure enough, it was hasty to follow the clues of the matchbox to find this place.

"What is this?" Azaxies looked at the man handcuffed to a chair and wrapped in gauze with a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Is it a painkiller for this old man?"

"You seem to have a talent for doing talk shows." The man in sunglasses said indifferently: "It's a pity that I don't have time to watch your performance now... Now, pick it up and inject it into your own body."

From the beginning to the end, the pistol of the man in sunglasses was pointing at Mr. Asassis, and the threat was always there.

"What... what is this?" Mr. Asassis asked hesitantly.

The man in sunglasses said abruptly: "The manager of this hotel said that the rooms here have the best sound insulation in the entire [City of Liberty], even comparable to professional recording studios."

"...What?" Mr. Asassis was startled subconsciously.

Then a loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears.

Mr. Asassis retreated instinctively... the floor, and a bullet hole had already appeared on the floor.

He couldn't help turning pale, seeing the black muzzle pointed at himself again... He didn't dare to bet that the opponent's gun had no bullets in it, so he could only slowly put the injection needle in the box with fear. canister out.

"I... Where am I going to fight?"

The man in sunglasses frowned suddenly.

Mr. Asassis had no choice but to put the needle on his arm, but he didn't stick it in. Instead, he said quickly: "At least give me some iodophors and rubber bands? And is the needle clean... ...It's easy to get infected like this?"

The man in the sunglasses suddenly lowered his pistol, and sighed. Mr. Asaxiez relaxed, but the man in the sunglasses suddenly raised his pistol again at this moment, and fired three shots in succession!
The bullets from the three shots flew past his shoulders in a row... they didn't penetrate his shoulders, but they scratched the skin on his shoulders.

The hot feeling made Azaxies shudder at first. He knew that there was no room for his skin to go down, so he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, held the syringe, and quickly stabbed it directly into his shoulder. superior.

That's where I was vaccinated as a child.

Seeing that the substance in the syringe was completely injected, the man in sunglasses lowered his pistol again, and said with satisfaction: "Next, feel it... Soon, you will feel that the whole world will become different, you For the first time, you will even feel the reality of this world very clearly."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mr. Asaxiez to respond, the man in sunglasses casually glanced at the guy who was leaning on the chair wrapped in gauze, and then exited the room.

Mr. Asassis rushed to the door in a hurry, reached out and twisted the doorknob...but the door lock was already locked again.

He shook his head helplessly, and only then pulled out the needle that was still stuck in his arm... He looked at the guy with bloodshot eyes, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you know this? What is the number of the thing?"

But the guy with bloodshot eyes is a grumpy dude, he doesn't seem to understand people's words, and he's still very grumpy at this moment—or, in other words, chaotic.

Mr. Asassis shook his head, walked to the side sofa and sat down - at this moment he quietly let go of the palm that was holding the syringe tightly.

The needle of the syringe was broken into a right-angled bend without knowing when.

Mr. Asassis straightened the needle again before throwing it on the table.

Now, how to escape from this place... Assassius lay on the sofa with his hands on his pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling of the room.

Suddenly, Mr. Asaxiez sat up, and then stared at the irritable man who was chained to the chair... Then, Mr. Asaxiez's arm began to shake just like the irritable man stand up.

He even opened his mouth and started to make a low growl sound... He was adjusting the growl sound until it felt similar to the grumpy old man, and then stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Asassis began to rummage through the furniture in the room again. After knocking down everything around him, he leaned against the corner and sat down facing the door of the room.

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Miss Nun's final means of transportation was... a bicycle!

There is really no other way, the parade of floats is over, and people start to disperse. At present, more than a dozen main arterial roads are being congested, and it is impossible to hail a taxi.

All she had to do was find a coat, cover the seriously injured Mr., and pedal the bicycle all the way to the destination.

The university scholar Mr. Calvin was in [City of Liberty], and even children who had just entered elementary school had heard his name and deeds... The residence of this Mr. Calvin is not a secret.

In fact, Mr. Calvin, who has always followed the ancient tradition of ascetic practice, is attracted by people every day.Mr. Calvin never refused to receive these visitors.

It's just that Mr. Calvin always likes to persuade visitors to practice penance with him... This kind of penance practice that follows the ancient tradition, in fact, not many people can persist.

Over time, fewer and fewer people came to visit.

But the Calvin University scholar still insisted on persuading...one caught one by one—this was all Mr. Asasches told her.

Especially the statement [caught one is one].

Mr. Asassis is also an independent guy, right?
Sister Seline thought to herself that she even clearly remembered the way Asasches rolled his eyes when he said these words first.

Although he is a well-known university student, because he is an ascetic monk, the residence of Calvin University scholar is not a high-end residential area, but an old, dilapidated old building in the old city.

When the nun stopped her bicycle angrily, she saw that in the dilapidated two-story house, only the attic was lit...not even the doorbell.

——If you are looking for Teacher Calvin, you don’t need to knock on the door, just go in. He will always wait for you in the study at the attic.

Recalling what Mr. Asassis said again, the nun hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to carry the seriously injured person on her back, bent over, and walked half-back and half-dragged into the home of the Calvin scholar.

The door wasn't even locked, it opened with a slight push.

"Mr. Calvin, are you there?" The nun felt that she still had to say hello, so she yelled loudly in front of the door.

After a few calls, there was no response... She had no choice but to continue to carry the seriously injured person on her back, climb up to the second floor, and walk towards the lit room.

But at this moment, the nun heard a figure that seemed to be screaming... There was also a sound similar to that of an iron chain being swung.

Sister Selian was startled, and called out again tentatively: "Mr. Calvin, are you there? I'm a friend of Mr. Azaches...I have something I want to ask you! Mr. Calvin? "

There was still the sound of screams and the sound of the iron chain hitting.

In front of the door of the attic of the small building, the nun could not help but slowly pushed the door open with trembling palms, and she instantly let out a scream——!
In the room, an old man with white hair was only wearing a pair of shorts, kneeling on the ground.

He was whipping his body with an iron chain... Even Sister Selian saw a metal cable tie tightened on the old man's thigh!
There were also barbs on the tie, which deeply pierced the flesh of the old man's thigh...Blood slowly left behind.

【Penance Belt】.

In an instant, Sister Selian remembered the scientific name of this metal cable tie.

This... is this the so-called practice of following the ancient tradition?

But the exclamation sound couldn't even shake the old man, he still whipped his body with the chain over and over again.

On the back of the old man, old and new wounds were densely packed, dripping with blood, making people uneasy.

It's been a long time... Maybe it's not a long time, but watching the old man's self-flagellation, every second is a kind of torture for Sister Selian.

After a while, the old man finally stopped whipping himself. He put down the chain, folded his hands, faced the window, and prayed.

Sister Selian didn't dare to speak at this time, but her nervous breathing gradually became a little faster.

The old man finally finished praying. He stood up slowly while supporting his legs, and then put on his robe, "Azashes asked you to come? Why did he ask you to come?"

He looked at Sister Selian calmly and asked.

"I..." Sister Selian opened her mouth and was about to speak.

"Who are you carrying behind your back?" The old man stared directly.

At this time, Sister Selian quickly put the seriously injured person down, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Calvin, it is this gentleman who must see you. I don't know the details, but he suddenly fainted at the door of my house. Before, but he has serious burns on his body, he is unwilling to go to the hospital...it seems, it seems that someone still wants to arrest him."

"Burn?" The old man... Scholar Calvin's gaze was slightly fixed, and he quickly approached, lifted the clothes covering the seriously injured person, took a quick look, and then looked at Sister Selian: "What is your name?" what name?"

"Selien, sir." The nun replied in a low voice.

"Okay, Sister Selian, please do me a favor and carry him to the desk." The Calvin scholar said directly at this time.

"Book...desk?" Sister Selian couldn't help but glance at the desk with documents and books piled up like a mountain with some embarrassment.

But the Calvin scholar walked quickly to the desk, and directly swept the things on the table to the ground, "It's all right now, bring him up, I'm going to prepare something."

After finishing speaking, the university scholar of [City of Liberty] walked out of the room quickly.

Looking at that pace, it really doesn't look like an old man who has whipped himself severely just now... He even still has the penance belt that punctured his flesh on his leg!

Sister Selian had no choice but to quickly move the seriously injured to the emptied desk. After a while, Calvin Scholar came in with two clay pots, and he stuffed one of the pots into Sister Seline's hands. And said: "I'll smear it first, and then you smear it again where I smeared. The time should not exceed five seconds, remember?"

"Ah? Me?" Sister Selian opened her mouth, swallowed immediately, and nodded, "I...I will try my best!"

Inside the two clay jars was some viscous substance, which had a faint smell of medicine... but it obviously didn't look like a regular prescription ointment.

At this time, the Calvin scholars had already begun to apply ointment on the seriously injured. Sister Selian was a little bit hard to get off, but she had to follow the instructions.

Candles were lit in the study, and there didn't even seem to be electric lights here... Under the dim light, the two worked together, and it took more than half an hour to apply the ointment.

Although she didn't know the origin of these ointments, when Sister Selian saw the seriously injured person's brows that were showing pain all the way gradually loosen despite being unconscious, she couldn't help but wonder inwardly.

"Sister Selian." The Calvin scholar called directly at this time.

"I'm here! I'm here!" The nun responded nervously.

I only heard the Calvin scholar say this: "Now, you have two choices. First, you leave here, and you have to forget what happened tonight, so that your life may not be disturbed."

"Then... what about the second one?"

"You stay." The Calvin scholar said slowly: "Ask me what happened, but before you ask, you have to be prepared... Some things, once you know, it is difficult to go back. You may even die because of this." There are unprecedented dangers involved. I, I suggest you choose the first one."

"I..." The faces of all the children in the orphanage flashed in the mind of the nun at this time, so she took a deep breath and said seriously: "I choose the first one."

"Then please go back." Calvin nodded calmly: "Remember, don't tell anyone, including Asassis."

Sister Selian nodded silently... She quickly glanced at the seriously injured person, then turned around and walked resolutely to the door.

"Wait, Selian?" The Calvin scholar suddenly stopped.

Sister Seline turned around.

Scholar Calvin frowned, and the way he stared at her changed, "I remember...Selien, you are a reserve member of the Holy Maiden, and you were No.5 in the previous session?"

"Is there... is there a problem?" Sister Selian subconsciously said.

"There is a problem." The Calvin scholar said indifferently: "Since you are a reserve member of the Holy Maiden, you do not have the first choice. I am sorry to tell you, Sister Selian, I am afraid that you need to stay."

Sister Selian's eyes widened immediately!

——Old man, you can't be so immoral!

- so angry!

(End of this chapter)