Silent Crown Chapter 393: Arrow and Flower
At that moment, the priest who followed the food raised his head, a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes. 1 Novel ＜＜≤＜≤≤≤≤≤﹤≤≤≤＜＜≤＜
Behind the door, the sword-pressing priest drew his sword silently, staring silently at the door panel, and it only took a moment to penetrate the waiter's head through the door panel.
Chill bursts.
"What else is there?"
The priest stared at the waiter's face with a cold expression.
The waiter swallowed and spit, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and his neck contracted subconsciously, even his extruded smile stiffened. The hand stretched into his arms was pulled out awkwardly, and it was a small colored card.
"Do you need service for guests?"
He handed the card up tremblingly. On the card, the enchanting girl showed her coquettishness and she was very attractive: "A **** Burgundian girl, only six at a time, no, only forty pounds..."
As he talked, he became fluent, and at last there was a man's ambiguous smile on his face, without knowing that he was on the line of life and death:
"If you have any needs, there are smaller ones!"
"No need."
The priest looked cold, glanced at the card in his hand, shredded it, threw it into the trash can, then closed the door heavily, almost smashing it on his courteous face.
After closing the door, the priest took a black iron stick from his arms and brought the dinner plate up after testing the toxicity.
Colt, who was unsuccessful, ate a few mouthfuls of steak, and couldn't eat it anymore, thinking carefully about the details that might have been leaked, but could never figure out where this sense of crisis came from.
Soon, his fingers twitched, and his face suddenly changed when he raised his head.
"No!"
This short-distance iron wheel, which can only be said to be barely possible, relies mainly on transporting some poor and white immigrants for a living. Even the furnishings in the most advanced suites are old and musty.
The rich will never take this humble broken ship. They have safer and more comfortable cruises to choose from.
So, where does anyone on this ship spend forty pounds to find a prostitute?
"That card!"
He suddenly looked at the trash can at the door: "Where is the card?"
When the two priests heard the words, they looked down and looked for the trash can. They quickly found the pieces, but after careful inspection, they couldn't see any clues.
No poison, no other secret tricks, nothing.
It's just ordinary paper...
"Relax, Colt."
On the inside, Philip, who is leaning on the old sand, raised his eyes: "There is no need to make a fuss, I am here."
Colt's face turned blue and white. He didn't know if he was angry because of his mistake or was ashamed of his panic: "Sorry, I think too much."
Before the voice fell, a crisp voice sounded.
Reaper comes.
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Twenty minutes ago, the iron wheel was about to set sail.
In the high-pitched sound of the whistle, Master Bono in gray passed by the sailors carrying supplies and water and food, got off the boat, and disappeared into the crowd.
The sailors who were ****ing their upper bodies were smoking cigarettes, jokingly telling dirty jokes and jokes, and there were still prostitute lip prints on their sweaty bodies.
On a trolley and their shoulders, carrying boxes full of grain and goods, they followed the freight elevator all the way to the bottom warehouse. But in the crowd, a few humble people quietly merged into the messy boat, and no traces were seen again.
A few minutes later, someone walked into the crew’s bedroom, **** the sleeping owner and stuffed it under the bed, and politely took off his clothes, changed his clothes, and pasted the fake latex. Face, finally stuffed a small brothel promotional card from the toilet trash basket into his pocket.
So it looks decent.
He looked into the mirror, made a few grimacing faces, nodded in satisfaction, and walked out the door.
"Netbsp on the second floor; there was a lazy crew member squatting on the wall of the corridor smoking a cigarette, and gave him an address: "It's next to the captain's bedroom, the best room. The gang is very cautious, and they can't escape the eye even if there is a slight movement, this work is not easy, you better be careful. "
"Doing troublesome business, where can I do good work." The'waiter' stuffed a roll of money order into his pocket: "This is your share. The hole in the lifeboat is cut. Huh?"
"Drill a hole? Do you want to put two more candles in?"
The sailor grinned, as if sneered: "There is no need to chisel at all. I have been on the boat for six years, and the lifeboat has not been overhauled. The **** of the captain has already quietly sold the things by himself. The two ships that were launched were all good-looking goods, but they were not launched.
If you want me to say that you want a big vote, there is no need to be so troublesome. After the ship reaches the yellow zone..." He made an explosive gesture: "I don't know the gods, but the ghosts don't know. "
"There are still people on this ship who are not guilty of death. Before they go to hell, they should have a chance of atonement." The waiter said indifferently: "Moreover, this is also the employer's request: try not to affect the innocent."
"Sure enough, professional." The sailor sighed: "Speaking like a priest."
The waiter smiled, did not speak, got up and left, and when he walked to the hatch, he heard the voice behind him: "Bring me a favor to Mr. Holmes, so I won't owe him anymore."
He turned his head, watched as the sailor pinched out the cigarette, turned and left.
Ten minutes later, the door suddenly patted the waiter's face, flattening the wretched smile.
He exaggeratedly crouched down and screamed in pain, but his fingers were stained with the paint on the cuffs, and he drew a few red dots on the cabin wall without a trace. The moment Carmen reached out, he could see the position of everyone in the cabin through the brass buttons on his wrist.
"One three-step, one six-step, musicians, and two at the door, with armor draped under their clothes."
At the corner of the corridor, he brushed shoulders with a group of passengers returning to the cabin, and while rubbing his nose, his lips moved lightly. The group of passengers talked and laughed and left happily, returning to their cabin.
In those different cabins, the dust cloth covering the furniture and bed was uncovered the moment the door was closed. The men, women, and children took off their coats speechlessly, revealing the close-fitting leather jackets underneath. The metal parts laid under the dust-proof cloth are quickly assembled into a huge machine under the piecing together of the palms of the hands.
Several pitch-black ballistas, half a person tall, were lifted in unison, the carpet was lifted, revealing the already chiselled inlays, expansion screws were driven into them, and the heavy vehicles were quickly stuck. The ballista was fixed to the steel floor.
"Angle correction."
The engineer with glasses tore off a few pages of the notes he had just written, and the pencils were densely filled with calculations, and they were posted on the ballista:
"Nine o'clock, offset 16 degrees."
"At twelve o'clock, the left side is offset by octave. Six decks."
"Seven o'clock direction, coverage strikes."
In the suitcase, under the messy clothes, steel arrows full of the thickness of a child's arm were assembled, mounted on a ballista, and embedded in the machine bracket as the winch rotates.
As the ballista rotates, it reflects the sunset light outside the window and shines on a dull face. So that face was plated with a chilling iron light.
With the adjustment of the angle, the ballista aimed at the positions of the people in the box across several layers of decks. The final correction is complete.
In the numb and dull sound, the steel string in the ballista was tightened, with a crisp sound, and the last insurance was released. With just one click, the deadly crossbow arrow will shoot out. .
But in the silence, everyone's faces were calm and serious, bowed their heads, under the guidance of the engineer, half-kneeled on the ground, closed their eyes and prayed.
"The bell of mourning is about to ring, my lord, for you."
Their voices are solemn and deep, as if to melt into the stone: "Please drop the curtain and judge, so that the guilty can be convicted, so that the convicted can be saved and be in hell.
I will carry out your trial and fill this river flowing toward you with their souls forever. "
The engineer lowered his eyes and drew the holy emblem on his chest:
"In the name of the Holy City, Holy Spirit and Holy Son..."
"——Shoot!"
Crash!
First, the trigger was pulled, and the spring popped out with a light sound, and then the pivot rotated, the steel string cut the air, and then the dark and heavy iron arrow burst out of the air.
In the time that has been reduced thousands of times, the armor-piercing arrow tore through the air, leaving ripples like water, and pierced through the deck like a bamboo, soft and silent like water entering a pile of sand.
Immediately after the hatch panel burst, a huge hole was torn apart, the pale air wave rolled, all the glass was broken, shot, and fell into the sea.
And the iron arrow roared, piercing through the deck like a dragon roar.
One layer, two layers, three layers, four layers...
Destroy the dead!
In the end, the wall of the suite was torn apart, revealing a cold iron light behind the blood-clothed priest.
At that moment, the silent priest suddenly shook, and the steel prosthetic limbs spewed hot steam, and the sword blade popped out of the sheath like electric light and chopped backwards.
It's hit.
But the next moment, the blade shattered, and stern fragments shot into his chest, scratching a few cracks, and the bones under the cracks were dense.
Then the iron arrow went forward inexhaustibly, shattering the sternum and spine, piercing his chest, leaving a cruel hole, and finally wedging into the wall, the arrow body trembled endlessly~ IndoMTL.com~ And just before that moment, Master Philip's complexion changed suddenly, three inches of cold light burst into his eyes, and his hands folded in prayer. The phantom of the holy emblem emerged from the void behind him, enveloping him.
Pure white light lit up from between his hands, shooting at Colt like a meteor, covering him, the next moment, the light vibrated, and the iron arrow shot from the blast was firmly clamped.
Gazed at the iron arrow that was only a few centimeters away, and for a moment, Colt was sweating.
At this moment, the iron arrows suddenly dissociated and burst.
Like a flower.
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I didn't want to talk, but everyone in the book review section was arguing.
This volume is not over yet, and it’s not too late to make a conclusion after it is over. (To be continued.)