Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1208: Paris Combat Regiment

This street and a nearby area, based on experience and intelligence, may be the sphere of influence of the Goat Guild, but it is difficult to determine whether the Doomsday Shinrikyo will send people here to hold sacrifices. = If only the Goat Guild exists here, and the Doomsday Sect does not intend to do something more in-depth and mysterious here, then there will be very little information that I may find here. However, if the doomsday truth sect is going to do a big job here, it will inevitably bring a huge threat to the city, and the behavior of the doomsday truth sect will definitely not be aimless. As far as my past experience is concerned, the doomsday truth sect does not hold sacrificial rites at will. Every large-scale operation involving middle and high-level personnel means that the resulting event will have a strong mystery, and it will even become more mysterious in the future. A link in the big conspiracy.

This is a fact that makes me feel entangled. The Doomsday Truth Church has nothing to do, so it can hardly catch their heels. If they make a difference, even if they can get many clues about them, they will inevitably be Bring disaster. It is difficult for me to determine whether I wish to collide with the actions of Doomsday Shinrikyo in my actions tonight.

The "Paradise" bar, if there is no recognition of the psychedelic "paradise", then the name is quite ordinary, and the location of the bar and their business will not make life suspicious. The information from the Whisperer’s Headquarters locked this place, and the name of the bar is full of coincidences, but it is enough to make people like me who believe in intuition have some associations, and then wear a pair of colored glasses when observing every detail.

For example, I think the bartender in front of me, the drunk woman next to me, and the gangster who just sat on the left hand side. Putting it in an ordinary bar, of course, it won't produce this kind of delusion-like feeling of being persecuted, it's just. I came here with caution, and would naturally observe every seemingly accidental encounter with a defensive look.

I don’t believe in chance.

"Who are you?" The bartender asked an interesting question.

All the details on him show that he is a veteran who is here, and I have no consciousness to confuse him, so I don't think it. He will recognize a guest like me. My age, dress and behavior are so different from the guests in this bar. An inappropriate person will certainly not get a good face when he arrives where he shouldn't be. The slightly hostile look of the bartender's expression is not surprising, but if he is just an ordinary person, there are generally two things he will do: or ignore me. Or just throw me out. I know how young my appearance is. For ordinary people, age can always explain a lot of problems. Then, not being confused by age means that the other party has some secrets, so that they can get rid of the shackles of common sense. An abnormality is detected.

In the place identified by this information, there may be people hiding secrets. The Ten Kindness Association is related to the Doomsday Truth Sect. However, I am not sure whether this bartender, the gangster and the drunk woman beside him are all insiders, or whether they are the goat guild themselves. Even the people of Doomsday Truth. It is also possible that they are not aware of it themselves, they have already hooked up with a cult organization, but just treat it with the attitude of doing business. In any case, suppose they have been exposed to the psychedelic paradise. No matter if they have taken it, or just sold it, or even, just because of the trend of money, being an unwitting person who breeds white Claudia, and no matter what their original purpose is to do these things, they can no longer get rid of the truth of the end. teach.

Many times, the Doomsday Shinrikyo sect plays the role of a huge mysterious source of infection, and I think it will not be bad this time.

"Probably a not very friendly guest." I calmly answered the bartender's question, and did not hide the hostility in my tone. Staring at his eyes, I continued to ask: "White Claudia, Paradise , Goat Guild, and Doomsday Truth, how much do you know about these names?"

The bartender's eyes flickered. Obviously, he was not very calm in the face of this problem. Maybe he doesn't know too much, but it should not be ignorant. When I asked these names, the bodies of gangsters and drunk women moved, not much, but it was very obvious in the observation of linkage determination. I don't think this is a coincidence, but that these two people do know something as I guess. The bully turned slightly to the naked eye, his movements were very natural, just like his personal impression, unbridled and violent, but some small movements observed through the chain judgment made him It's not like an ordinary gangster who has no rules in his behavior.

"I don't know what you are talking about." The bartender picked up a glass and said in a whispering tone: "I think you should leave."

I didn’t pay attention to it, just according to my own thoughts, I went on to say: "I got information that the business here involves psychedelic "paradise", so I will sit here. You know? I sell paradise in the paradise bar. , It’s not a funny thing. I’m very interested in Paradise, but more interested in the person in charge. Let’s talk straight to the point, because I hate looking at other people’s consciousness." I smiled at him and pointed to him. I said, "If you know something, you should understand that not all people living in this world are ordinary people."

The face of the bartender became more gloomy, the kind of resistance and restraint that kept emanating from his eyes, and said impatiently: "I said, get out of here. Or, I Let people throw you out."

"Are you sure you want to use violence?" I stared at him without paying attention to the sharp gaze, but calmly stated the fact: "I don't like violence, but I am really good at violence."

The drunk woman on the right turned her head, as if she was a little bored with the noise around her, while the **** on the left stood up, staring at me with a fierce look, and deliberately turned her body at an angle. Let me see more clearly those tattoos that are quite ridiculous. They are intimidating me, but this makes me more convinced that they are hiding something, not just driving an ordinary guest. I have tried to use language instead of violence to negotiate with these people, but the result made me feel that I was actually doing unnecessary things.

I glanced at each other with the bully, and skillfully pushed open the door of his heart. I dug into his memory a little bit, turning his sense of secrecy into a door. Go looking for what's hidden. We looked at each other for no more than a second, but it was enough for me to find what I wanted. This bastard, as I think, is not an ordinary barman, his ideological world is much more weird and chaotic than ordinary people, and it is a very dangerous place for any intruder who enters his consciousness. Moreover, this ideological world is quite different from the ideological world I have entered in the past. That is the color.

In the mixed ideological world, there are blood-like reds. These reds have different shades, like the difference between thick blood and diluted blood. These blood colors are sometimes in the form of mist, sometimes in the form of paint. But when staring at the red, there will be a kind of restless mood. The longer you stay in this ideological world. The more intense this agitation, the more corrosive it makes people feel. After collecting the necessary information, I immediately withdrew from the gangster's heart. The next moment, as I expected, the gangster suddenly attacked me.

He seemed to be completely crazy, and he was about to pounce on me, his sorrowful eyes. Roar in a low voice, as if to incarnate into a beast. Bite my throat. The temperature of his body is rising, and in the observation of the chain determination, you can vaguely see hot air exhaling from his nose and mouth. Just when I backed away and dodged, his skin became a little atrophied, but this bad change did not weaken his strength at all. instead. Just like eating a lot of stimulants, physical activity becomes fierce. His pounce, like a tiger descending the mountain, set off a strong air current.

This is a very typical thug who relies on taking "paradise" to gain extraordinary strength.

At the same time. I heard the bartender cursing lightly "Damn", and my face became particularly ugly. Only the drunk woman didn't respond, but my instinct still reminded me that I can't relax the surveillance of this woman. In a short moment of retreating and dodging, I had gained more intelligence than before. The **** tried to catch me, his eyes were fierce, but his pupils were a little dizzy, as if it wasn't me that he saw, but something else, I think he saw an illusion. He was driven by an illusion to fight.

I have also taken Paradise and know how it feels.

However, even if the paradise is used to strengthen the ability of the army, stimulate the fighting instinct, and use fanatical emotions to promote this power, it is impossible to cross the strength gap between us. Whether or not you have superpowers is a very crucial difference in mysterious battles, because that somewhat represents the superiority of mystery.

I grabbed his fist with all my strength, and pressed the arm against the bar using articulated techniques. Although the level of mystery is the key to deciding victory or defeat, after experiencing so many things and being trained by Fu Jiang, even if it is only purely using the strength and technology of the army, he can easily knock down such a gangster who is taking a paradise. . I am not a genius. The magic line superpower was developed forcibly when I reached level 3. Before that, all I could rely on were weapons, skills, and body.

The bar made a dull crashing sound, but was overshadowed by the noisy music and human voices in the bar. Because of the articulation, the **** who was half of his body lying on the bar let out a painful growl, but did not regain his sanity. Signs. The bartender took a step back and put on a guard posture, as if he was planning to do something, the chain judgment observed it, and his hand had touched the pistol behind his waist. The drunk woman still looked awake in such a fierce collision.

As soon as the **** struggled, he heard the sound of his arm breaking. After using this self-harm method to get rid of the confinement, he raised his body again, his mouth wide open as if he was about to bite my throat. However, he had no chance. I didn't like it very much, but still stuck the dagger in his forehead. I knew early in the morning that the guys who turned into berserkers after taking Paradise had nothing to say. They were already part of the Goat Guild. Even so, my hesitation for a while still made me feel that I am softer than before. few. Obviously, he knew all of this in his heart for a long time, and his calm mind would not have any other thoughts because of the killing. However, things under this calmness don't seem to be as hard as before.

In the past, I was a person who was full of sensibility, but was able to use a strong mentality to resist this sensibility. Doing so would make me feel strong enough, sensible enough, and more like a warrior-against the weird Warrior, against the doomsday fighters. Or a warrior for life-I know that killing is not good. I will feel pain, sadness and regret for the dead, but I will never hesitate. Perhaps, rather than hesitating whether to kill, I would rather do it after killing someone. Kind of behavior hurt.

However. At the moment when I was killing the bastard, I noticed my own change.

I don’t feel that I’m more vulnerable than I used to be, but, when deciding whether to use violence, I have not put predatory behavior first-plundering others' lives, plundering others' consciousness-not all Denying such an approach, but only in that perceptual choice, before doing so. Try more gentle methods first, even if you know in your heart, those gentle methods are useless at all.

It’s like now, I try to use negotiation to solve the problem, but in the end I can only choose violence-invade their consciousness, and then take their lives-and I am actually not sure if I use The way of negotiation. Get their answer, and they also frankly confessed everything they knew. Will I let them go. Because, once it is proved that they are a member of the Doomsday Sect, no matter what it is for, once they are left behind, it is possible to plant a bomb for this place. The people of Doomsday Truth have never betrayed the Doomsday Truth, even Father Sisson and Father Edward. It is only a difference in philosophy, not a denial of the doomsday truth. Even a person like Father Sisson who is considered to be fundamentalist is still marked by the doomsday truth and cannot be truly believed. He will not promote it. end. Then, will the rest of the Doomsday Truth Sect really receive inner education because I let them go, and thus give up the Doomsday Truth and turn to be ordinary people, or even turn their heads against the Doomsday Truth Sect?

I think I probably wouldn’t try this chance.

This also means that even if I use words to obtain intelligence, once the intelligence proves that these people are involved in Doomsday Shinrikyo, I will still kill them to disintegrate this stronghold. Moreover, I cannot deny that even if the person in charge of a stronghold dies, it cannot stop the Doomsday Shinrikyo sect from continuing to send manpower to re-establish the stronghold.

So, the result is already obvious. I can get information here and kill the enemy, but everything I have done will be revived after I leave, unless I can completely take over the city. On the other hand, I can't stop doing this because the other party will resurgence and my own efforts will become useless.

"There is really no choice." I pulled out my dagger and smiled helplessly at the bartender. "Look, let me do it myself, or do you tell me everything you know?"

The bartender's expression stabilized, staring at me and saying, "Who are you on earth?"

"The helper." I randomly made up an identity for myself. Of course, it was not completely fake. "I know, this guy took Paradise, so he became like this." I slapped it with a dagger. He patted the corpse on the cheek, and calmly said to the bartender: "You thought I came here only by accident, no, maybe you hope, I came here by accident. But it's a pity, what I know Maybe more than you."

"Since you know more than me, why did you ask me?" the bartender sneered.

"Because, although you don’t know much, you may know what I don’t know." I took a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it, and said, "And, I hope you know, I know many things I don’t want your boss to ignore me, you know? It’s not really bad to be noticed, valued, and calculated by others. It’s like the effect of force is mutual. When they look at me, It also means that I will be able to see them along this line."

"Maybe. But before that, you were already a corpse." While saying that, the bartender took a step back, drew his pistol and pointed it at me, screaming: "I don't care what you know , This is my bar, get out!"

I opened my hand, and in the next instant, several chains were suddenly ejected from the shadow of the drunk woman. At the same time, the quick sweep was already unfolding, and I got into the gap of the attack in an instant.

These chains are very peculiar. Each one is like iron-colored thorns. If you hit a person, you will probably tear off a piece of meat at once. It is said to be "thorns" precisely because these thorns, although they have the iron-colored luster of metal, are full of vitality like plants. The first batch of chains popped up, followed by the second batch. A total of thirteen thorn chains pierced through the wine cabinet inside the bar. From the point of view of the attack, her target was me and the bartender—it looked like it was. The third party, moreover, does not have the characteristics of a wizard in its dress, and its ability to display is not like a magic pattern messenger, but like a mysterious system unique to this repeater world, an electronic demon messenger.

Just as I thought, the woman who launched the attack lifted up sleepily, the clamoring music continued, but the voice gradually disappeared. In the observation of the chain determination, most of the wandering guests closed their mouths, stopped having fun, pushed away the bewildered people, and stood up like a line. One group of people went to close the front door of the bar, and another group of people went to close the back door. Their actions were clean and tidy, as if they had been rehearsed countless times. And in the shadow of the woman, a huge metal ball rose slowly, and one end of the thirteen thorns chain was connected to this metal ball. The metal ball is one meter in diameter and is about the front position. A simple smiley face is drawn with yellow paint. The woman has a lazy expression in control of the whole situation, sitting on a metal ball, letting it hover in the air, and the thirteen chains of thorns that have been nailed into the wall and the ground are pulled out like tentacles, losing gravity, swinging freely in the air .

Her attack couldn't hit me. Even the bartender was just a little cautious. The clothes on her body were rubbed, but there was no injury.

"Here will be taken over by our Paris Combat Team." The woman smiled and looked at me and the bartender with a smile, and announced confidently.

It wasn't until this time that I saw her clearly for the first time.

Of course she is a strange woman, but also a beauty full of French style. But obviously, this is not the reason for her self-confidence. What she relies on is the power of her electronic demon. I think even the group of people occupying the bar at this moment also has electronic demon messengers. This woman's ability lies in these people. Among them, it is probably one of the best, even overwhelming. It is not easy to gather a group of electronic demon messengers as subordinates. The appearance of this Paris combat group is not surprising. The situation in Las Vegas is the blueprint for cities everywhere. The formation of mysterious organizations by local electronic demon messengers is an unstoppable trend. In the metropolis of Paris, they are probably not the only mysterious organization. However, it is also possible that the Paris Combatant Group is just a branch of a larger mysterious organization~IndoMTL.com~ However, judging from the current situation , They are not on this side, nor on the side of the Doomsday Truth, but an independent posture, will occupy this bar, probably from where they got the information.

"Brother, I am very interested in the names you said before." The woman smiled with a win-winner, "After listening to your conversation, I found out that this world is really the same as what I thought in the past. It’s not the same. White Claudia, Paradise, Goat Guild, and... Doomsday Shinrikyo, right? It sounds like a cult. However, since even electronic demons exist, they have a long heritage and have incredible powers. Cult, and—" She took a deep look at me: "The righteous people who resist the cult are not surprising even if they exist, right?"

"The Doomsday Sect of Truth has never rejected outsiders. All strangers, even enemies, are our potential believers." The bartender did not have any shaken expressions, "If you want paradise, I won't We also hope that we can carry out long-term transactions. Don’t worry about fraud. We are prepared to have a variety of cooperation models that can maintain your independence and allow everyone to share the benefits. But as a prerequisite, I hope you can solve this. "His gaze gestured towards me, "You see, I'm just an ordinary person, I can't stop him from doing anything, but if he really does something, you won't be able to get what you want." To be continued . .