Ember Gun

  Chapter 430 Choice

  At the end of the night, people who lit the lamps walked out of the warm room and strolled on the empty streets, extinguishing the burning flames one after another.

The light did not fade as expected. On the contrary, after every flame extinguished, it was replaced by a stronger light. At the end of the sea level, the blazing sun stretched out its tentacles and slowly enveloped it. Everywhere in the city, with its arrival, the whole city is gradually waking up.

  Lorenzo glanced at the city in the morning light from the gap of the window. Although it is not as steamy as the old Dunling, it also has its own style. Many people live in it and live for tomorrow.

  The sun pierced the gloom, took care of the moss on the river bank, glowing with shining green, people were busy on the dock, accompanied by the melodious whistle, countless boats docked and left.

   "How long shall we stay like this?"

  The curtains in the room are closed tightly. Although it is early morning, it is still dark here.

  Lorenzo was sitting on the sofa in the center, and his cello box was standing on a small table in front of him. Inside the box were those extremely dangerous weapons.

   "It's coming soon, didn't you say it too? Orthodox will have a big move in the near future, that is, the pope's enthronement. They won't let us wait too long."

  Lorenzo said that he drew a weapon from the suitcase. It was his sword. After several damages, it was re-casted by a craftsman commissioned by Lorenzo, just like Winchester.

Sitting on the side Hercules, while touching Poirot, while watching Lorenzo repeat the action that I don’t know how many times, the guy in front of him has been picking weapons. It seems that Lorenzo really takes the next step seriously. After his decision, he still picked up this sword.

   "As I said before? Assassinate the Pope while rescuing Ivar?"

  There are only two of them in the living room, Hercule asked directly.

   "Well, there are too many variables in this operation. The two operations must be arranged together as much as possible, so that even if there is an accident, I can rush to remedy it in time."

  Lorenzo drew out the sword and took off the wooden shell. The inside was also made of cypress iron, and the blade was dazzling.

  Although there is no specific action date yet, as time goes by, everyone can't help but become nervous. Even Eve goes out early in the morning to step on those gas street lights, and she will be back soon after counting the time.

Lorenzo put the sword aside, and in the final act, it is inevitable that a part of the infiltration is necessary. Judging from Lorenzo's previous work experience, the sword is the most difficult to detect. He decided to bring this weapon. By your side.

   "Well, I hope that the time can be staggered with the performance of the orchestra. I really want to see the performance. After all, the big theater looks very good."

  Herkeri walked around the Yega Theater a few times, and he liked that place quite a bit.

  "Are you really going to be a tourist?" Lorenzo asked.

   "Don't be nervous, let yourself relax."

  Herkeley took a sip from the water glass on the side and asked again.

   "Did you decide to believe that woman?"

  Lorenzo glanced at Irene’s room, then nodded, “She can’t deceive me this time.”

Listening to Lorenzo’s very affirmative tone, Hercule couldn’t say anything. The conversation became very depressing. Hercule wanted to say something bad to ease him, but it was a pity that he really didn’t have such a talent, hesitated. It took a long time before he said slowly.

  "Hyboard said that the Clipper will also arrive today. May I have a look at it later?"

   "Go, after all you said, you are responsible for responding...but are you sure you won't get seasick?"

  Lorenzo followed Hercule's words to make the atmosphere not look so embarrassing.

  "Don't worry about this, I'm not a useless person yet."

  Herkeley said, but after he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into that strange calm again. Lorenzo repeated mechanically, constantly arranging his weapons, just like soldiers preparing for battle.

   "Is that Lawrence that terrible?"

   Hercule couldn't help but asked.

  When he heard the familiar melody and vaguely guessed who the enemy was, Lorenzo was like a different person, in other words, he lost that ordinary disguise and changed back to his original appearance.

  A cold-blooded, decisive and cruel demon hunter.

"Perhaps, I don't know. That guy is very mysterious. I thought I killed him, but he made a comeback... This is the first time he died and came back to life? Sometimes I think that guy is immortal. , Even if you cut him into pieces, he will return under a certain silent night."

  Lorenzo stopped the work at hand, turned his head to look at Hercule, and he showed an unsightly smile.

  "But don’t worry, Hercules, if I can kill him once, I can kill him a second time. You have to know that there is nothing that cannot be killed."

   "There is nothing... can't it be killed?"

  Herkery looked at Lorenzo worriedly, he didn't know what to say.

  He looked at the gap between the curtains, in the bright world.

  Perhaps he should be thinking of something good. Thinking about it this way, Hercule opened the drawer, and he remembered that the thing was placed here.

   is a stack of tickets, tickets for orchestra performances.

Although the identity of the group is the accompanying musician, but in order to deal with possible situations, everyone has made sufficient preparations, and Hercule asked the head of Rennett for some tickets for the performance, if it weren't the so-called Lawrence. , Hercules is really going to watch the show.

   glanced at the time, just in the evening of the day after tomorrow.

   "If the time can be staggered, we might still have time to check it out."

  Herkeley said to the ticket.

  There was a sound of opening the door, and there were a few more lights in the dim living room. The Kestrel walked out with a look of fatigue. He was naked to the upper body, covered with bandages, and one hand was still clamped by a wooden board, and his activities were restricted.

"Good morning!"

  He glanced at both of them, took a glass of water for himself slowly, walked to the table, looked at the empty table and asked Lorenzo.

   "How about breakfast?"

  Kestrel remembers this hotel serves breakfast.

  The atmosphere fell into an awkward calm. Fortunately, this calm did not last long, and Lorenzo sighed helplessly.

   "You make a call and let them send it."

"Oh."

  Just like nothing happened before, the Kestrel seemed to be really traveling. Picking up the phone, Barabara spoke, and then he watched halfway through it.

  "Do you want to bring you a copy?"

  Kestrel looked at Lorenzo and Hercules.

   "Give me a copy!"

  Herkery raised his hand and said cheerfully.

   Putting down the phone, there was a sound of walking outside the door. Under Northdro’s arrangement, Lorenzo and his party’s residence was isolated from ordinary people, except for them, very few people would approach here.

  Not waiting to be vigilant, the Kestrel looked suspiciously as if not waking up.

   "Delivery so fast?"

  Lorenzo was wary, but Hercule hadn't realized what was going on.

   Before the voice fell, a strange sound rang behind the door.

   "The king of heaven covers the tiger!"

Lorenzo was stunned, not only him, but also the Kestrel who was about to open the door, and then he realized that this was not a tour, but a fatal action. He looked nervous and looked at Lorenzo behind him. , Seek Lorenzo's instructions.

  "Pagoda Town River Monster!"

  At this time, Herkery on the other side became ill and shouted. Then, under the eyes of all doubts, he ran all the way and opened the door.

   "What are you doing?" Lorenzo was totally confused about these two stupid words.

   "Signal! Sign! We are so critical here, there must be a sign to identify friends and foes when entering and leaving!"

   Hercule explained to Lorenzo.

   "Relax, this is a secret code from Jiu Xia. Although I don't quite understand the specific meaning, few people know it!"

  The door of the room was directly pushed open. A familiar figure was standing at the door. Eve leaped in. She was panting, and she was carrying a lot of things in her hands.

   "The stepping is over, so tired."

  Eve didn’t know the weird atmosphere in the room just now, she wandered around and put the bag on the dining table, which was full of fragrance.

   "I brought some bread back, do you want some?"

  As she said, she took out the hot bread.

   "Give me some."

  Kestrel walked over and caught the bread with one hand.

  Everyone was very happy and looked very happy, but Eve didn't look very happy. After giving the Kestrel the bread, she walked to Lorenzo's side.

"what happened?"

  Lorenzo also saw Eve's anxiety, not knowing what the girl encountered when stepping out.

  I saw that Eve didn't say anything, but took out a folded flyer from his pocket.

  "Orthodox Church’s new flyers, you should really step on them with me. Those guys spread these things early in the morning, and they spilled the whole street like snow."

  Opening the folded leaflet, Lorenzo took a look at the content on it, then he threw the leaflet aside and took a deep breath.

  This is a weird scene. Lorenzo raised his head, stretched out his hand to squeeze the sword, exhausted his power, and felt every inch of texture. After a long time, a real smile appeared on his suppressed face.

  Finally, the last uncertain factor was confirmed.

   "Call the other people." Lorenzo said.

  Open the curtains and let the light enter this dimly lit room. In the messy living room, everyone gathers together, each with a ghost.

  Eve, Hercules, Kestrel, Hybbod, Irene...and the big **** rat.

  Now that all the members of the squad are in place, the scene looks a little funny and ridiculous.

  "The date of the Pope's accession to the throne has been determined, and the day after tomorrow, he will perform at the same time as Lennet's orchestra." Lorenzo said.

  Hearing this, Hercule said in hindsight.

   "Yes, at that time the orchestra will attract a group of upper-class people in society, and it may be directly convenient for them to preach and expand their influence."

   "Perhaps, who knows this?"

  Lorenzo said and looked at Hybade.

   "Do you know what to do?"

  "The letter is ready, it's only one time away. Now that the time is confirmed, I will contact the Iron Law Bureau to exchange hostages." Haibod said.

   "Then the situation is clear, just do as I say."

  Lorenzo felt very relaxed.

  "What about the details? Are you not going to explain the details of some actions?" Haibode asked.

   "I said, do what I say, Hybold."

  Lorenzo replied strongly, no one could not figure out what was thinking in his mind.

  No... Maybe someone knows what he is thinking.

  Thinking about it this way, the afterlight of Haibod's sight fell on Irene. He was very sure that something must have happened during the conversation between the two before.

  Hibald couldn't say anything when he saw this. The wheels had already started to turn, and there was no turning back now.

   "This place will be covered by war soon, maybe it will become a turning point in history... the opportunity to end the war, or the beginning of the war."

Haibod got dressed early in the morning, and his style of clothing was similar to that of the residents of Maruli. He was very good at disguising himself. If he hadn’t known his identity for a long time, Lorenzo would have hardly imagined that this guy would be a dimension. Jingren.

   "Then are you ready? Hyboard."

  Lorenzo stood up and leaned against the window, half of his face illuminated by the sun.

   "What are you ready?"

  Hybod can't understand what Lorenzo is asking.

   "Choose, are you ready to choose?"

  Lorenzo smiled, but the smile was so stiff, like a mask covering his face.

  (End of this chapter)