Ember Gun

  Chapter 451 Poirot and Hercules

   "Do you think I will be dragging my feet? How is this possible!"

  Herkeley seemed to be trying to ease the nervousness. He grabbed the gun and wiped it repeatedly.

He used to be a police officer, but it doesn’t mean that Hercule is very good at fighting. After becoming a rat king’s breeder, he rarely visits such dangerous places. Now he is facing danger after a long absence. He feels that his heart is beating fast. .

   "No, no, no, I'm not nervous, I really don't, I'm just a little excited, don't you think so."

  Herkeley sits on the shore of the pier. According to Haibod, this is the location for the Clippers.

Although he said so, Hercule was already nervous. He was wet all over because of the impact of the gas explosion not long ago. Although it has been extremely declining, it still shocked Hercule. , Fell into the sea.

  The night was dark, but it was probably the cause of the explosion and chaos. People who lit the lights hid in fear. Most parts of the city were shrouded in darkness, and the firelight barely brightened up a little, but it only brought panic and wailing.

   "Huh, just like I thought before, I will wait for Lorenzo and them on the boat, and I can give firepower support when necessary."

   "Are these pistols of mine not counted as fire support?"

   "You said it got water? Damn it!"

  Herkley realized that his pistol was also in the water. He knocked hard, only to see a little more water stains on the ground.

  Probably hit one after another, coupled with psychological tension, Hercule seemed a little crazy at the moment.

   "Stop talking, bastard! I know! I know!"

  Herkery muttered to himself, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, he cursed.

   "Shut up, you **** mouse, you are so annoying!"

  Unable to bear the squeaking noise around him, Hercule turned his head and yelled at Poirot.

   "But this is the truth. You are very nervous and nervous, and the lives of those guys in Lorenzo are all in your hands. If you don't receive them, they will die in the enemy's surroundings."

   Poirot said expressionlessly...Accurately speaking, Hercules could not see any expression on the face of this big mouse. It bounced around and hovered beside Hercules.

"Lorenzo was right, Hercule, you should have gone straight at the time. This situation is not suitable for you. You may have picked up a gun before, but you have put it down for too long, and it is so unfamiliar. "

   "But what can I do now? Escape?"

  Herkery asked, he looked distressed.

  "Will you do this?" Poirot asked.

"how could it be possible!"

  Herkridan even refused Poirot’s words, he couldn't help but grasped his hair tightly, as if something was squirming in his mind, causing faint pain.

  This is a terrible journey, an extremely terrible journey.

  Herculi was originally not as gagged as he is now. In Lorenzo’s eyes, he has always looked calm, as if everything were under control.

  Yes, this is the case. Among Inervig, Hercules has an extremely detailed information network, countless safe houses and secret passages.

He is like a mouse, hiding in his own fortress. Hercules believes that even if Lorenzo wants to kill himself, it is difficult for Lorenzo to do this under his complicated tunnels and information. everything.

But now it’s different. He is in this strange Gallunalo. Hercules finally found his uneasy feeling all the time. Here he has no information network and no safe house. After Operation Lorenzo started. , The entire Gallunaro is his enemy.

  The mouse cannot be exposed to the sun, the violent light will burn him to ashes.

   "Wait a minute... Poirot, you **** talking!"

  At this time, Hercule suddenly realized this incident in amazement. It may be too shocked. For a time, he actually forgot the inexplicable depression of his psychology.

   "Is there any problem with how the mouse can talk?"

  Poirot didn't understand why Hercule's reaction was so big. He licked his own hair while talking. When Hercule fell into the water, a lot of seawater splashed on it.

  "Problem? It's a big problem! You are a mouse! Squirrel! How could something like you talk!"

  Herkeley felt that his brain was about to explode.

   "Then the question is coming, can you hear me? Hercules." Poirot asked.

   "Yes!" Hercule replied.

   "Then the problem is solved, the mouse can talk." Poirot said.

   "No, no, wait! Wait!"

  Herkeley hurriedly stopped the **** conversation, he suddenly had a faint sense of familiarity, with a breeze blowing, carrying the breath of the ocean.

  For a moment, Hercule remembered the terrible experience in the past.

   Shipwreck.

  Ever since he came back alive from the sea, Hercule has resisted coming back here. Many years later, due to various reasons such as Lorenzo, he once again set foot on this roaring ocean.

Because of that nightmare experience, after coming back from alive, Hercules had many strange sequelae, such as that fearful memory, seasickness and other strange diseases when he got to the sea, and of course he and Poirot dialogue.

   "I remember this is not the first time I have talked with you."

  Herkeley suddenly calmed down. During the shipwreck, he had also spoken to Poirot, but it turned out that it was only his conjecture. The mouse had long been tanned to death on the sea.

   "Yes, it's not the first time, but it's not bad this time."

   Poirot raised his head as he said, and looked at this slightly cold night.

   "My hair is too thick. The temperature is just right. Compared with the big sun at that time, it is more reassuring here."

  One person and one mouse sat next to each other. Behind him is a burning city, and in front of him is an endless dark ocean. Thinking about it carefully, this scene feels quite interesting now.

   "Interesting ass! No...No, you are the second generation Poirot, the first generation Poirot is dead long ago."

  Herkery felt that his mind was starting to mess up. The first Poirot in the memory had already died at sea. Then there is a memory of where the second Poirot came from.

   "Poirot? Poirot is Poirot, Hercules, you have a brain problem, right?"

Poirot said helplessly.

"my question?"

  Herkley thought for a while, and then was actually moved by Poirot.

   "Yes, I was talking to a mouse. I have a problem with my brain..."

  One person and one mouse fell silent. After such a situation, Poirot suddenly looked at a place on the sea and said.

   "I said, Hercules, is that the boat to pick you up?"

  Herkeley raised his head, and saw something squirming at the end of the dark sea. From the distance, the speed of the thing was so fast that the blurry outline grew bigger and bigger in the blink of an eye.

"probably……"

  Herkery said uncertainly.

   "You seem to have changed a lot, Hercules." Poirot said again.

   "Why do you say that?" Hercule asked.

"For many years, you finally crawled out of the gloomy sewers and risked yourself to die," Poirot said. "This is something you would never do before. The shipwreck made you become Be careful and wish to hide in the shadows forever."

   "What changed you?"

  Faced with this question, Hercules was startled. He thought for a while, but he didn't know what the answer was. After a long time, he said slowly.

   "I was eager for secrets before, all information, and everything is in my hands. Although I am also eager for these now, I suddenly feel that the process of discovering secrets is more exciting than knowing secrets."

  Herkeley said, her voice became weird.

  "A little bit of peeling, a little bit of knocking on those dusty doors, sometimes I feel that the secret is not important, at the moment of discovery, that is the great pleasure...just like this **** of the action."

   "So you are here, don't you want to leave?"

   "Because I want to see the end."

   "Is that so?"

The conversation was interrupted again. After one person and one mouse were silent again for a long time, the vague outline gradually became clear. It was a weird-shaped ship, mostly hidden in the dark, and Herkel could not see it. But he can clearly see the paint on the ship.

   is a snake, a snake that eats its own tail and loops endlessly.

   "So... Hercules, how do you overcome your fear of the sea?" Poirot asked at last.

   "Rely on this!"

Hercule’s voice was a little bit happy, and saw that he took out a bottle of seasickness medicine he got from the doctor, and then took a lot of it under Poirot’s gaze, because there was no water. He swallowed abruptly, drooling, and his expression grim.

   "Oh oh oh! Let's get started!"

   Hercules screamed.

  ……

   "Who is that guy?"

On the   Whitebait, the captain looked at the weird guy on the dock and questioned.

He was aware of the existence of Hercules early in the morning, because this guy behaved very strangely. He was like a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital, holding a mouse and talking to himself, his expression was very rich. , Just like in role playing.

   "Herkeley Christie, one of Lorenzo's friends and one of the members of this operation, seems to be responsible for it."

The sound came from behind the narrow cabin. The design of the Silverfish is different from that of a conventional ship. The overall shape is like a slender sword. Because of this design, its cabin is not narrow enough, and its capacity is also very small. Except for the captain, there was only the fellow who was accompanying him behind him on the entire ship.

   "Hyboard reported to us before, but after leaving Inervig, we never received any more information from him."

  The guy at the back rolled up his sleeves and was covered in sweat. It seemed that the two of them were still too strenuous to start the boat, but in order to meet these evacuated guys, they had to leave a place.

  "Is that so? Then I'm on the shore. I hope they move faster. If they are found, it will be very difficult for us to escape from the Galunaro waters."

   said the captain worriedly.

   "I know, I know, don't worry, this thing is the latest work of the perpetual pump, and I have full confidence in it."

  I only heard a jingle, and I didn’t know what the guy behind him was doing. Due to the narrow space, the captain seemed to be struggling to turn around.

   "But I didn't expect that you would sail a boat. I always thought you were only good at playing cards and robbery."

   said the guy behind.

   "There is no way to be a gang boss, you have to be like a little bit. As for sailing, it was an earlier thing, but it was all bad memories. I almost died at sea."

  The captain said, his voice actually weakened, probably because the pressure was backlogged for too long, the voice suddenly became angry.

   "Fuck! Fuck! What kind of **** mission is this, I feel like I might really die at sea this time."

  "Don’t worry, this is equipped with our new engine. It runs fast, and Gallunaro’s ship will never catch up with us."

  Nikolai comforted the shrike as much as possible.

   "You fart, I almost died in your original sin armor last time!"

  Shrike wailed for a while, he was really fed up with the perpetual pump neuropathy, not to mention that it was Nikolai who came this time.

  To be honest, it would be outrageous for Nicholas to join in this kind of terrible work. The risk of a researcher like him going to the front line is very huge. If he died here, it would be a serious injury to the pump of perpetual motion.

  At first, when Shrike was appointed and cooperated with Nikolai, he still felt that the boss really valued the operation and sent such a precious Nikolai, but he didn't know why until the operation started.

  Because the Whitebait is a complete experiment, no one except Nikolai understands this thing at all. Nicholas has been banging against the equipment behind him all the way, and even let Shrike pass the screws.

   "Okay, well, in the process of science, there will always be some victims."

  Nikolay continued, but he didn’t care about the mood of the victim at all.

  Whitebait slowly docked, but before it could stabilize, a black shadow plunged on the ship, and Hercule's panicked face could be seen from behind the glass.

"you……"

  Shrike just wanted to say something, but Hercule snapped it off.

  "Preparing to evacuate! They are coming here!"

  Herkeley’s eyes were horrified, he heard it, and just now he heard Lorenzo’s voice, the voice that echoed directly in his mind.

  Perhaps it was because the information carried by the words was shocking. For a while, he didn't even think about why Lorenzo's voice sounded directly in his mind. He didn't hesitate and rushed directly to the Silverfish.

  Herkery has known Lorenzo for so long, but he has never heard such a tone, fear, anger, confusion...

  He was talking to himself.

   "Escape! Run away!"

  The melodious siren sounded under the night, one after another, like monsters waking up together, thick smoke rising from the end of the sea.

In the beginning, Poirot’s first-generation and second-generation goals actually originated from the hamster I raised. During college, I received a friend’s hamster. I named it jojo. Later, during the epidemic, JOJO unfortunately disappeared. Then I raised a second jojo, which is the second generation.

  (End of this chapter)