Chapter 260 More Anna
The dark and silent streets echoed with the sound of tapping horse hooves on the ground, as well as the shrill wails of the four traveling horses.
The four-seater carriage carrying Anna Morgan was rushing towards the blockade, and was about to break through the simple construction defense line set up by the Anti-Suppression Bureau in order to remain unobtrusive - it would only take three seconds for this car to The rampaging carriage could easily break into the five hundred yards of Cross Road Hospital.
Based on the information disclosed by Charlotte Holmes and the Intelligence and Suppression Bureau by Watson, a distance of five hundred yards is most likely Winfrey Morgan's maximum range of perception.
The solemn look on the female detective's eyebrows became more intense. Her arms raised high seemed to be stable as a rock, but in fact they were swaying between the storms in her heart.
She turned to ask the logistics operator who was getting ready to go: "Are you sure that you will only hit the driver's head without hurting the person on his back?"
The elite logistics operator nodded confidently. He had experienced professional combat training and was only one suitable opportunity away from being promoted to the extermination force.
"Very good, we ordered to shoot only at the horses and coachmen, mainly to hinder the movement - the coachman is carrying an important target of this operation. The target is extremely weak and cannot withstand the impact of the carriage tipping over."
"I need you to ensure the target's life safety!"
This order was transmitted to the eyes of the logistics operators near the blockade through the flicker of light in an instant. They looked at each other. The operators with poor crossbow shooting skills took the initiative to put down their crossbows, while those who had experienced long-term combat training The operator firmly raised the crossbow, pointed the aiming hole on the crossbow arm at Chipin's target, and decisively pulled the trigger!
Dozens of steel-tipped arrows flew toward their respective targets in tacit agreement. A sharp whooshing sound of wind could be heard on the street. An arrow had already been inserted into the heads and hearts of the four brigade horses. The arrow was halfway in, the gray tail feathers were still trembling, and hot blood slowly dripped onto the hard, frozen ground.
Even the driver who was sitting at the front of the carriage had an arrow inserted into his ferocious smiling face. The arrow accurately hit his forehead and penetrated directly into the depths of his skull. It must have been able to instantly cut off his nerve signals. Pass it on and make it paralyzed on the spot!
The turbid blood mixed with a trace of clear liquid slowly dripped from the driver's eyebrows. The blood-red and gray-white colors crossed the bridge of the driver's nose like a thick stroke and flowed down both sides of the nose.
However, even if the coachman suffered such fatal injuries, his limbs were completely relaxed, and his face still maintained an exaggerated smile, which did not look like a normal human smile at all... It was simply a fake smile. The mask made his stiff smile look even more terrifying.
Logistics officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau hidden on both sides of the street rushed up immediately. Even in such an emergency, they unswervingly followed the instructions of the operation commander. The strong men holding square shields were in front, holding The operators of crossbows and short spears were behind - approaching the stationary four-seater carriage with steady and rapid steps.
As they gradually approached, they discovered that the target behind the coachman... was just a shriveled and skinny corpse.
These poor children were naked, and their exposed bruised and purple skin was covered with shocking bruises, as if they had suffered severe torture and beatings during their lives.
However, children with such a tragic fate... In this cold and ruthless city, in this extremely cold winter... it is actually not a rare thing. These children who have been abandoned by their parents and have no home can only live on the streets, relying on He makes a living by rummaging through trash cans in the back alleys of restaurants.
However, this way of obtaining free food has long been monopolized by homeless people who are stronger than them. They are only qualified to pick up the leftovers that the other party completely despises in order to try to fill their long-hungry stomachs.
But even so, these children who are as thin as skeletons are more likely to be bought into dangerous and dirty sweatshops by their cruel parents in exchange for a week's worth of alcohol and prostitution - but compared to living on the streets, I don't know where they are. Looking for their next meal, maybe entering a factory would be a better fate for them. At least they can have a barely full meal of thin food every day - but there will always be tired people who are hungry and dizzy. Be careful of the machine crushing your fingers or arms.
Capitalists who are full of money-hungry will not pay compensation for these stupid mistakes of child labor. These disabled children who have lost the ability to work only deserve to be kicked out, so that another long-awaited backup can take over the job-without their hands and feet. Children who are disabled and have no support from their parents are unable to withstand the erosion of this cold winter. They can only light the matches they picked up in the damp and cold alleys, look at the weak flames in their hands, and fall asleep forever.
Whenever the dawn of the morning illuminates this advanced city, and the rich and powerful wake up from their hangovers and face the rising sun and sigh, "This is the best of times" - the corpses hidden in the dark corners of the bright city are already frozen to death. .
This cruel truth was once again exposed to the eyes of the Anti-Suppression Bureau officers. However, their hearts were already harder than the frozen corpses on the carriage. They just quickly cut off the hemp rope on the coachman's body with a knife and wrapped it around his head. The skinny corpse with a strand of pale hair was raised high and appeared in the commander's field of vision.
When the female detective saw the corpses lifted up by the logistics staff, she felt that something soft in her heart was touched again... No, now is not the time to think about these things. She must focus on the current action and focus all her attention on destroying the Crossroads Cult. On the group's action!
However, this is at least good news, proving that Anna Morgan has not been abducted by other forces. She is still under the protection of Winfrey and still under our surveillance.
However, the telegraph machine in the tent suddenly flashed an emergency light. The logistics operator responsible for answering the telegram quickly copied down the code, and then ran out in a panic, shouting hurriedly: "Miss Holmes, something has happened! The person responsible for monitoring the Royal Free Hospital Almost all the secret guards were killed, and only the last secret whistle survived because he went to the bathroom! He immediately sent an alarm after he found that he could not contact the other secret guards for a long time!"
"So, Anna has really been abducted by other forces..." The female detective fell into deep thought, "Do you want to use this to blackmail Winfress? But why did you specifically choose tonight's operation where we are about to carry out the arrest... Could it be that there are spies from other forces within the Anti-Suppression Bureau who leaked our actions tonight?”
"But Winfrey is going to be in jail, so what's the point of kidnapping Anna? Is it to blackmail Winfrey into not leaking information about a certain big shot?"
While the female detective was thinking quietly, this solution should drive away the quiet street with only residents, but the sound of multiple horse hooves suddenly sounded again!
The shrill neighing of the horses is so familiar, and the bumping sound of the wheels rolling over the frozen soil is so familiar!
Charlotte Holmes quickly stood at the highest point and looked around, and saw several crazy carriages rushing towards the blockade. Each coachman had a strange and stiff smile on his face. , their waists were wrapped with thick hemp ropes, and the pale hair of the people they carried were swaying and dancing with the cold wind.
The female detective's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.