Silent Crown Chapter 460: Misfortune never comes singly

Late night, in a quiet alley.

The foul-smelling trash turned around for a while, and Charles took the lead in poking his head out, looking around, and he was relieved when he found that there was no one around.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled Constantine, who had almost fainted, out of it.

His face was bruised by the foul-smelling garbage, and he was speechless for a long time after he came out.

After they escaped from the scene during the day, they thought they were safe and experienced another attack. Fortunately, this time it was just a chance encounter. The other party had no time to contact a more powerful musician. The two relied on Charles’s three-legged cat musician. Achievements escaped.

To be precise, he jumped into the garbage truck and escaped.

Since then, he has been bumping with the garbage truck and was dumped into this stinking alley a few hours ago.

Checked carefully that there was no one around. After having escaped from birth, Charles couldn't help laughing. He smiled extremely happily, even the two rotten vegetable leaves on his face seemed to stretch out.

He touched his trouser pocket and took out a pack of shriveled cigarettes, the last two.

"Come on?"

Charle rubbed his fingers and lit the flame.

Constantine took it weakly, but didn't dare to breathe, just panting exhaustedly, his worn-out lungs resembling a blower about to explode.

Shire has never experienced such a strong aging in a person.

Not only the above, but also the exhaustion and depression from the spirit, and despair.

"How many days have we been out of prison?" he asked in a low voice.

"Two...ten days?"

Constantin nodded, and suddenly said: "If you count time, it's enough."

"Enough?"

Charle was taken aback.

Constantin laughed in a low voice: "Twenty days, enough time is enough for General Gaius to clean the interior and uproot my people...

These days, they put me under house arrest to keep me away from outside news, right? "

He paused, lowered his head, and smoked Charles.

"It seems that Gaius really wants to kill me."

He murmured softly, and the smoke blurred his face, making it difficult to see his expression.

The Charles was silent.

Perhaps Gaius had planned this from the beginning.

He made up his mind when he found that Constantine was in front of him. He didn't even want to see him for the last time. Even if this person is an old friend who has been in the same boat with him for decades.

Since Constantine walked out of prison, he has been on his way to death.

Now that Tuqong saw him, Constantine finally saw where Gaius pointed to him on the road, but he didn't see the hysteria and the madness of fear.

Just lost.

"That's fine too."

Constantin said softly: "It saves me making up my mind and doing useless things...Anyway, the result is doomed, right?"

Charle looked at him in silence, then looked away.

He wanted to say some comforting words, but both of them knew that comforting words were useless. He can't do anything for Constantine, and nothing can change reality.

He couldn't even think of a joke to make two people happy.

All he can do is look away and stop looking at him in embarrassment.

Very good, everything is done now.

His undercover career was lost.

Constantine's hard work and hope have also completely passed away.

Everyone seems to have fallen into the lowest point of life, the bottom of the abyss, and there is no way back.

In silence, Charles pinched off the cigarette and got up from the ground.

"Mr. Constantine." He said, "How is your rest?"

Constantin shook his head, "barely able to go."

"That would be terrible, you have to run."

Charles smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, we might die here tonight."

Before the voice was over, trivial footsteps sounded outside the stinking alley. In the sound of steel rubbing, iron boots ran on the ground, and the chill spread from the sonorous sound.

Charles pulled up Constantine and rushed to the depths of the alley, but after two steps, he found desperately: There was a high wall in front of him.

He looked at Constantine in silence with hope in his eyes.

"I know what you are thinking." Constantine sighed: "But if you see me as a bad old man, even if he can really climb the wall, can he still move you?"

Charles said: "It doesn't matter if you can run out."

"Forget it."

Constantine smiled wearily, leaned against the wall, and sat down on the ground: "I have escaped for a lifetime, and my back is covered with scars. Before I die, I leave a wound on my chest. Right."

Charles smiled bitterly, bent over, and picked up a stone from the ground, but after thinking about it, he threw it down reluctantly.

What's the use of holding a rock?

I hope it can hit people, it's better to have a snack and give yourself a good time.

He also leaned against the wall, sitting next to Constantine, and the two of them were speechless.

The sound of footsteps approached.

Then there was a roar.

The wall behind him turned into powder in the thunder, and several figures threw out from it, jumping out like the wind, and his men ruthlessly pressed the two to the ground.

"Don't move!"

A cold voice sounded, and immediately, the blade hit their necks.

Immediately afterwards, Charles saw that the people who had attracted their attention from outside also rushed in, taking up the alley.

Not a revolutionary army!

Charle was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

That is the guard of the holy city!

The dozen or so soldiers were armed to the teeth, and after they cleaned the alley thoroughly, they still did not relax.

Soon, the surrounding environment will ensure safety. The leader of the team took the sword into its sheath, greeted the man in black who was holding the two men, and then walked away consciously.

Charle looked behind him subconsciously, only to see a dazzling ethereal light, and the palm of his hand on his shoulder. The cufflinks had a special style, which seemed familiar.

is the symbol of the silent organ.

It's safe!

He breathed a sigh of relief, almost in tears.

He was already prepared to die in this gutter alley, but he didn't expect that the silent mechanism would emerge from the sky when it was critical.

Thank God!

Thank God!

"We found them."

A voice seemed like a report from Shangfeng: "Yes, he is with Constantine, well, nothing is wrong, there is no other danger for the time being, then I will take them back...OK..."

The Charles did not resist, and let them shack themselves.

Even if the undercover plan fails, at least you can survive, and the silent agency has no excuse to make trouble for yourself. Even if he was put in jail for the rest of his life, it would be better to continue working undercover or die in this gutter alley.

It's just that Constantine's situation doesn't seem to be very good.

He is already in old age.

After running so far and escaping for so long, my spirits were tense, and I finally relaxed. I was frightened and stimulated. When several musicians broke through the wall, they had already fainted.

Or, they did it on purpose.

Fortunately, after the inspection, life was fine.

The leader of the team obviously knew the identity of Charles before he set off. Although he didn't say it clearly, he was not too harsh on him in various aspects, even the handcuffs were loose.

"Thank you."

As he passed by, the man patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Where and where, just try my best."

Charle smiled subconsciously, and was about to make two nonsense words about serving the holy city, but he felt warm things poured into his mouth.

It's blood.

Charle was stunned.

Then, in front of him, the head of the team leader exploded.

A huge hole appeared in the forehead.

Through the hole~IndoMTL.com~ he could see a ghostly figure emerging from the darkness among the corpses everywhere.

The figure slowly withdrew its fingers, and the etheric waves of destruction swelled around his body.

So everything is distorted under the turbulence of that heart sound.

Distortion level!

Another distortion level!

As the old saying goes, misfortunes never come singly.

Following them, behind them, above their heads, and even under their feet, there are faintly horrible etheric fluctuations spreading.

In order to kill them, the revolutionary army has already laid down all the capital.

Four distorted musicians!

In an instant, the soldiers of the Guard Corps and the musicians of the Silent Organization fell to the ground.

Now, they are the only ones left. To be continued.