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Chapter 581 The Rainstorm Is Coming ([-])

Towards evening, Turing returned to the Silver Bat Security Company.

After returning to his room for a little refreshment, he got the meeting notice and rushed to the meeting site deep in the hall.

The parliament hall, which is usually deep in the hall, is not allowed to enter at will, and this is the first time Turing has come here.

A rather magnificent round table, more than a dozen chairs, smooth stone walls and a huge flag of the Evil-Breaking Alliance constitute the entire meeting hall.Compared with the decoration of the entire guild, it can be regarded as magnificent.

But what didn't match this heavy style was that there were less than ten people sitting in the dozen or so chairs, and most of the seats were placed wrongly and vacant, which looked unusually loose.

The branch president, Jules, was in the first seat, and Quinn, who was naturally involved in the action, sat not far away and nodded at Turing.In addition, there was Great Wales who smiled at Turing, Pavel who had fought against him before, and Baggs who had tripped Turing.The others are familiar witchers with little friendship.

To Turing's surprise, the safari who visited today: Father Harvest-Ansel was also present.

With his head down and a cigarette in his mouth, he seemed completely uninterested in Turing's arrival.The exaggeratedly large scythe hunting gear was standing next to him.

Under Jules' silent gesture, Turing found a random place and was about to sit down, but there was a whispered call from the side:

"Doctor Gray Fox, sit here!"

With a warm smile, Baggs opened the seat next to him.Turing frowned, not understanding how the witcher, who had been targeting him before, suddenly changed his sex, and sat next to him without refusing.

The meeting hasn't started yet because one person hasn't arrived yet.Baggs next to him spoke to Turing with a smile:
"Doctor Gray Fox, thank you very much for today's work at the Joseph Clinic."

"It's just my job." Turing replied, but out of the corner of his eye, he focused on Father Harvest not far away.

A safari, in Quinn's narration, Ansel is basically equivalent to the status of a legendary hunter, and his presence means that this rescue operation will have an extra powerful force.But what are his abilities?Will it become an obstacle to the cooperation between myself and the werewolf...

"No, no, no... Without you, we might lose a lot of manpower. This is a price that the current branch cannot afford. I have to say that Mr. Jules is really discerning. I admit my previous attitude I have to apologize to you for some problems." However, Turing's indifference did not dampen Baggs' enthusiasm, "The meeting is over in a while, you must let me buy you a drink."

"I'm not such a stingy person." Turing shook his head, politely accepted the apology but declined the other party's invitation.He didn't know what caused Baggs to change his perception of him, but there must be a demon in every abnormality.

Baggs wanted to say something more, but soon the last person arrived and the meeting officially began.

Jules didn't say much about the scene, but only highlighted the importance of this operation, and briefly introduced the arrival of Father Harvest-Ansel to everyone present.

"I don't think I need to introduce too much. When you see the murderous hunting tool, you will know his identity - Father Harvest-Ansel. That sickle has drunk the souls of countless werewolves and bloodthirsty people. With his participation in this operation, the success rate will be greatly improved."

Great Welsh was the first to applaud. He obviously knew Father Harvest for a long time, and his face was full of excitement, but Father Harvest didn't know him, and no one echoed him.

The vignette just made Jules grin, and then went on to tell the important information of this operation.Most of them are about the defense layout of the Westminster area, external and internal maps, and how to enter the underground prison of the Great Library of Minster.

This information is similar to what Higgins told Turing, which shows that the witcher's intelligence network is deeply rooted.

While Jules was talking about these things, Baggs found Turing again:
"Doctor Gray Fox is wondering why only a few of us participated in the meeting for such an important operation? In fact, everyone here except you, we are team leaders. In other words, there are ten elite teams I want to join the action tomorrow night. There is also the team of Father Harvest..."

"Listen to you, tonight's meeting will also determine which team I belong to?" Turing saw through the meaning of Baggs' words at a glance.

The latter smiled resentfully: "...It hits the nail on the head, as expected of a very knowledgeable doctor. A real doctor is worth ten paramedics. You also know that tomorrow night will be a bloody night. No matter what, we will Faced with the departure of our compatriots, your existence is a precious asset in itself... It would be great if you could join our squad."

"Of course, I'm not stingy when it comes to remuneration."

Turing understood.

The chapter led by Jules has been facing a shortage of physicians, let alone accompanying doctors to join an action.And Turing's value as a doctor is obvious to all, so Baggs' attitude changed so quickly.

After all, what we will break into tomorrow night is equivalent to the base camp of bloodthirsty people.

"Smart move, Baggs, but I don't think Jules would agree."

A voice interjected between the two. It was a hunter wearing a notched three-cornered hat. It was Pavel who had dueled Turing before.

The previous duel did not make Pavel feel bad for Turing. He smiled friendly, but there was still some resentment in his eyes: "Good evening, Dr. Gray Fox. It feels really good to be sent to the clinic by your opponent and then treated with your own hands. Bad. But I'm glad to have you with us."

"Pavel, what do you mean? Don't forget that I helped you in that duel." Baggs frowned. He seemed to think that Pavel wanted to take Turing away.

The names of the two are similar, but only similar.

"Doctor Gray Fox is very precious to us, so President Jules will only allow him to receive the strictest protection. Similarly, he will also treat the most important part of the mission. Your mission is just to harass and fight. "

And Jules' next words confirm this:
"...Quinn will be in charge of the most important part: rescuing Arzak. Our current information can only confirm that Arzak is locked at the bottom of the Blood Pool Prison, and the danger they face will be greater than that of other people. More than twice as much. So Dr. Gray Fox will accompany him, this is to protect him, and also to protect Quinn and other important combat forces. Do you have any other opinions on this point?"

Jules focused his eyes on Baggs, who smiled bitterly: "Sorry, no."

The branch leader nodded, obviously already seeing Baggs's small thoughts in his eyes.Quinn was always indifferent, just glanced at Turing, and nodded his white chin.

"Then focus on the core part again. Late tomorrow night, the House of Lords is vacant, and we are sure that there will not be any bloodthirsty elders in the Minster Great Library at that time. Because the chain reaction triggered by the werewolf anomaly last night made them Big Ben Church was offended, a questioning gave us a perfect timing, to be honest, this timing was a bit of a perfect coincidence, but even if it was a trap, we had to execute it."

"Ten teams involve the departure of a large number of active forces, so I must sit here. The most critical part is decided by Quinn. She will lead the most elite part of us to break into the blood pool prison. Father Ansel is in charge of handling The obstacles within the Bloodthirsty Group provide the greatest guarantee for Quinn's actions. As for the tasks of other teams, I won't go into details. Are there any questions?"

"I have a question!" Baggs raised his hand violently, "Why didn't Father Ansel and Quinn act together to rescue Arzak? Wouldn't the success rate be higher if he co-executed it? As for harassment operations and other tasks Aren't there eight other teams in charge?"

Jules frowned: "Baggs, I know you have a great relationship with Arzak, and I also know that everyone here cares about Quinn. But..."

He looked at the silent Harvest Father Ansel: "As I said, Arzac is very likely to become the bait of bloodthirsty people, and even if there are no elder-level bloodthirsty people in that building, there are still some bloodthirsty people." An existence that is not weak is either the Duke or the Marquis. Father Ansel is our insurance."

Under Jules' explanation, Baggs was also speechless.The white-haired president nodded, looked around, and his eyes stayed on everyone's face for a moment:
"Other chapters have sent other men besides Father Ansel. But remember, folks. This operation is not only to save our fellow man, but also for our future, for the future of humanity. The key to this race war, All we can touch is Arzac. Father Ansel..."

He met the eyes under the old hat brim:

"Quinn will leave it to you."

"Get ready for the hunt tomorrow night, the meeting is over!"

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Westminster Underground.

Elder's bedroom.

The carved bat in the center of the disc begins to spin.A gorgeous large coffin inlaid with golden patterns slowly rose out of the ground under the motion of the gears, and stopped with a bang.

The suddenly lit candles illuminated three half-kneeling blood-clothed figures:
"Great Bloodfather, the Vampire Bats of the Flock have the latest news."

The coffin was slowly opened, and the shriveled skin gradually filled.Sally Fraser pulled out the bloody plug behind him, and walked out slowly with a naked and strong body:
"Fendor...show me."

The leading man had gray hair, and sharp nails grew, cutting open his raised arms.

Blood dripped down, forming characters on the ground, which appeared in Sally Fraser's eyes in the flickering candlelight.

He carefully read the words made of blood, and he took a long time to breathe out:

"... Recapturing the Ripper has consumed too much of my blood, and Big Ben's old bastards... I'll leave it to you tomorrow night, Mr. Atkinson."

"Of course, honorable blood father." The man with white hair raised his head, his fangs were sharp, "Fendol Atkinson Fraser, I will never disappoint your expectations. Bring the son of Cain before you !"

"So... what about you?" Sally Fraser looked at the two behind.

The two bloodthirsty men trembled:
"Could Collison Fraser, you will never fail to live up to your expectations!"

"Nasi Japal Fraser swears by blood that the son of Cain must be brought before you!"

"Well...Quinn Sorge Helsing is not enough to fear, but Father Ansel of the Harvest, and the mysterious son of Cain... a duke, a marquis, a viscount, I think it's not enough... ..."

"Honorable blood father, what are you worried about?"

"That Vatican's remnant... is he still in prison, isn't he? This will make things worse. So... other preparations are needed."

　In the past two days, the neuralgia has recurred, I would jump twice every few minutes, and I wrote three thousand (.

　
(End of this chapter)