Ember Gun

  Chapter 220 Funders

   "The Rat King?"

  Shrike obviously didn't expect Lorenzo to ask this, he said after a brief consternation.

   "Why did you mention him?"

  The two have been together in the Xiacheng District for a long time. This ghost place has too many secrets, which is boring, and the Rat King is one of them.

  The intelligence leader in Xiacheng District has a very wide spread of eyeliner. Although the service area is in Xiacheng District, he also knows the intelligence outside Xiacheng District.

"Because of those illegal immigrants, you have no spare strength to clean up the agencies, so I had to do it." Lorenzo said with a sarcasm, "They went to the intelligence dealer of the bad mouse, I don't know. What were they asking about? They were planning to kill people after the incident, but I was there at the time, and several of them died."

Shrike was a little surprised by the sudden unfolding of the story, but think about it, Lorenzo's mobility has always been like this. When he asked you if you should kill a person, he might have killed someone and buried him by the way. NS.

  "You are no longer the scope of the investigation, right." Lorenzo's progress in the case is beyond Shrike's imagination.

   "I'm from Feilengcui, I have to take care of my fellow villagers."

  Lorenzo's words can not make people feel the slightest kindness.

   "Then what did you find?"

  "They are not ordinary stowaways. They must be planning something. One of them escaped in my pursuit... To be precise, I almost caught him, but I was hit by a carriage that appeared suddenly."

  Lorenzo's hand ran across the air, concealing to the Shrike how he made a brief free fall.

   "The carriage took him away. It was so fast. I couldn't catch up with him. Then I was caught by the mounted police because of disturbing the order."

  Hearing this, Shrike didn't expect Lorenzo to have a glutton.

   "I thought you would kill those mounted policemen, and then continue to chase... Although you have already lost him."

  Lorenzo looked helpless.

   "Shrike, as you said, living in a human group must always abide by certain rules, and I am not a madman. Confronting the Mounted Police will only make things worse."

  Lorenzo thought of Pres, “Everyone came out to eat, lose their lives for no reason, or get beaten up, it’s always a bit inexplicable, right?

  People have two sides. If everyone shows what he is, then the world must be much more peaceful. "

   Lorenzo teased.

   "It's really not like what you can say, you actually have... empathy?"

In the eyes of the Shrike, Lorenzo is a monster in human skin. Although he disguises well, everyone knows that his biggest hobby is to slash demons. Bathed in the anger of revenge, he can be regarded as a real life. come over.

  Lorenzo shook his head, and said disdainfully.

  "This is the complexity of human nature, isn't it? I'm a murderer, but what does it have to do with being a philanthropist who sponsors orphans?"

Arthur is the head of that violent organization, a cold-blooded evil spirit, but when it comes to his daughter's life, this evil spirit is still fragile, no different from a mortal, but in this case, can you say that he is no longer evil? ?

  Shrike was startled, perhaps it was Lorenzo’s words that caused thoughts.

   "It looks like you have changed a lot when you come back from the dead."

   "People are always changing." Lorenzo replied.

   "Why, when you were a kid, did that naive kid ever think that he would become a gang boss in the future? He went down to the city like this! So did you change too, and the setting collapsed?"

  Lorenzo’s words were full of contempt, he continued.

   "Let’s go back to this case. Those stowaways must have problems. After all, stowaways don’t ask bad rats for information, and there will be no weapons to kill people, and there is no **** of a carriage to respond."

  The thought of Lorenzo in the carriage gets ridiculously angry.

"So Shrike, have you ever wondered whether those smugglers are the forces that sneak in secretly?" Lorenzo asked, "Don't you also have such doubts? Maybe they are the division of the church. Followers of the new Pope? In short, their purpose is likely to be "Revelation."

  Shrike's face was solemn.

"are you sure?"

   "I just suspected, after all I couldn't catch him." Lorenzo continued, "Maybe the Rat King knows something."

  Shrike was silent, this question is indeed worth pondering, but looking at Lorenzo like this, it seems that he is willing to move forward to solve this trouble.

   "I will report this to Arthur. As for the Rat King... The Rat King is very strange," he said.

No one has ever seen the Rat King, and his existence is limited to people’s word of mouth, like a nihilistic story, but this kind of existence makes the intelligence dealers awe, as if he really exists. All reveal the story of the rat king.

   "Although I have been in Xiacheng for so long, I only heard of such a person, but I have never really met him. I think you are also right, Lorenzo."

  Shrike said.

   "Indeed, but this also shows his weirdness...Have you not investigated him in Xiacheng for so long?" Lorenzo asked.

  "What can I investigate?" Shrike sighed, "Do you know how many urban legends like this are?"

"Xiacheng is a messy cauldron. People from all over the world came here and were thrown into the pot and simmered." It may be that Lorenzo has been mixed for a long time, and the rhetoric level of the shrike has begun to turn towards Lorenzo's rottenness. The words deviate, "In order to occupy a seat in the chaos, the members of those gangs will always make up all kinds of weird stories to show their terrible, but in fact, at our level, it is just some garbage clamor. , Isn't it?"

"The story of the Rat King is also the same. In our opinion, it is just a guy who pretends to be a ghost, and there are too many guys like this, we can't verify them one by one, so only those who may disrupt the order will be valued by us. ."

Lorenzo nodded, what the shrike said is true. You don’t care how many bugs are in the shadow of the house, but you will kill all the bugs that dare to appear in your eyes. The Rat King is such a bug. He existed silently for too long, knowing that this event pulled him into the whirlpool.

   "Well, it looks like I still have to rely on myself."

  Lorenzo looked a little helpless, but then he said.

   "Then the next thing."

   "What else?" Shrike was a bit annoying, why is Lorenzo so many people.

  "I need some weapons. My beloved Winchester is gone. I need to break the legs of those bastards."

   Lorenzo said fiercely that if there was a gun in his hand, the chase would be completely different.

   "I can still realize this little wish."

  Shrike threw the death knell out as he said, "You have not been pointed at by it, you must be an old friend too."

"you are serious?"

   "Of course it's a joke."

  Shrike put the revolver away, he liked this gun, it was a waste to use it for Lorenzo.

  "I will inform the pump of Perpetual Motion to pick you up some new weapons. Just wait at home to sign for it."

  ……

  Yage was lying on the bed with a pale face. Although he successfully escaped from Lorenzo's hands, the injuries on his body still brought him a huge burden.

   "Can you be sure? Priest."

  A voice came from the bedside, and the old man was questioning.

"I confirm."

  Yage endured the pain and said.

  "This is the news from Bad Rats. It can be confirmed that there was a battle in the north. This is consistent with the news we got. It is basically certain that Lawrence is involved."

  The old man kept his face calm. As a fleeing person, their power in the native Feilengcui was basically wiped out. This was the last information they had obtained. Lawrence with the "Apocalypse" appeared in the northern part of Inervig.

  But they don't know what happened in the north. With the combination of intelligence from multiple sources, they basically determined that Lawrence was suspected of being at war with the decontamination agency.

  What is the result?

Although they are in the old Dunling, the old Dunling is an invisible fog to them. He lives in the same city with the behemoth named Cleansing Organ. While guarding them, he must also explore the "Apocalypse". "'S whereabouts.

  The old man didn’t know whether Lawrence was alive or dead, nor did he know how much the cleansing organs knew now. If this was a game, they were on the verge of being out.

   With a long sigh, he said, "You can rest well."

  The old man said and left, at least they still have a place to stay in this city.

   Pushing open the doors, the old man finally came to a room, and the people who supported them to move in the old town were waiting for them here.

  The power of the elderly has shown signs of decline, but in this desperate situation, some people are willing to support them so that they can act in the old spirit.

   "As Jager said, Duke Salicardo, we don't know the whereabouts of Lawrence at this time."

  The man behind the table raised his head, he replied not in a hurry.

   "It's okay, as long as things are going forward."

  The Duke of Salicardo, the man with wealth in his hand, is an economic giant at the top of the pyramid. The family made a fortune during the Glorious War. The industry covers all walks of life, and the factory covers almost the entire Inervig.

No one can think of the Duke of Salicardo among the people who financed these exodus, and no one knows how they were connected. Shermans was very vigilant about them at first, after all, they no longer How much power can be said, once arrested in Old Dunling, this will be the best gift to Queen Victoria.

  But all this was made by Miguel, and Shermans could only obey, but at least in the recent negotiations, the Duke of Salicardo gave them enough sense of security and maintained a temporary cooperative relationship between the two.

  "This is investment. I invest in you and put the chips on you. There will always be winners and losers in this kind of thing, but as long as we are the winners in the end, it is good to make money."

  Salicardo said slowly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to signal Shermans to sit down.

   "Thank you for your care." Shermans remarked.

   "Nothing...so, let's start?" Salicardo asked.

   "Of course, it can be done at any time, but... I just didn't expect you to be curious about it. After all, most people are afraid of these things." Shermans said, shook his head, looking a bit distressed.

"That's why I am not the'most people', I am a very few people, otherwise my industry will not reach the scale it is today." Salicardo is very proud of this. "People should be curious about new things. , Even if they are evil spirits who choose people to eat."

   As he spoke, he recalled that terrible night, when countless monsters attacked his manor, and the armor of steel went through and killed in the burning sea of ​​fire.

  In panic, he even saw the Duke of Phoenix, that madman could reach the attacks of those monsters with his body.

The scavengers distorted Salicardo's memory in the subsequent processing, but it is strange that Salicardo gradually recalled these over time. He thought it was a nightmare at first, but as the memory recovered and thought In the replay, he discovered the truth of all this.

  He didn't say anything. To reach this position, Salicardo was more shrewd than everyone thought. The scavenger would wash away his memory once and wash away a second time.

   "To be honest, my world was refreshed the first time I learned about the existence of the'monster'."

Salicardo smiled and said, "Shermans, you are one of the cardinals of the Gospel Church, and you must have felt this way, right, you thought you had reached the top of this society, but suddenly one day you discovered, There is a deeper world under the bustling surface."

He used to think that he was already the highest person in Inervig, Salicardo was in control of the economy and could meet the queen at any time, but on that night he realized that he was still one of the mortals, dead with that extraordinary world. Separated by death.

   "But usually everyone avoids the deeper world." Shermans said.

"This scorer, I am full of curiosity about demons." He said eagerly, "Like a steam engine, it also appeared as a war machine at the beginning, but now it is an indispensable thing for the entire society, maybe... …Perhaps the same is true of demons?"

Shermans was silent and said nothing. After so many days of getting along, Salicardo has a strong personal touch. He does not believe in gods or ghosts. He is a pure businessman, even the horror of demons. He is also willing to invest in things.

  The old man didn’t know exactly what he wanted. Perhaps he had been in Feilengcui for a long time, and under the scouring of faith and years, he had also become rigid and incompatible with this new era.

  "Where did we talk before?" Shermans asked. This is also part of the cooperation. The businessman likes stories about demons, which allows him to penetrate into the unknown world.

  "In the period when the church was established, those monks brought back forbidden knowledge from the north."

  Like a strange bedtime story, Salicardo said with some excitement.

  Shermans remembered that he was old, and even his memory was a bit unreliable.

   "Yes, they came back from the north and brought back two books..."

  (End of this chapter)