Chapter 238
At the same time.
Imperial Capital Railway Station.
Soldiers are armed with live ammunition, and sentries stand in great numbers.
In response to serious domestic riots, except for the train from Model, starting on the morning of the 28th, all trains have been completely banned from entering and leaving the Imperial Capital.
Baluch’s secretary, Borken Ira, with the three demon-hunters of the special event emergency team, looked at the dark end of the railway from time to time.
I looked up at the time on the clock tower, browsed tightly knit, paced in place with his hands behind his back, his voice anxious.
"The train has been delayed for one hour by 13 points. What accident happened on the road?"
After he finished saying this.
The noise of trains faintly came from far away.
Bokken's expression was shocked, and he said, "Go and inform the medical team and let them stand by with the equipment nearby. Others check their weapons and stand by where they are!"
One minute later .
An old-fashioned steam train with scars and only half of the original 26 carriages drove into the Imperial Capital railway station with difficulty.
Under the rays of light of high-power lighting.
The soldier and the demon-hunter witnessed the scary damage on the train, their expressions were shocked and solemn.
The blood stains in Datan dried up on the car windows.
Or burnt or frozen flesh and blood, sticking to the body of the car.
Even... half of the human body, entangled in the wheels, slowly rolling.
The car body distorted by supernatural forces, such as being hit by a sledgehammer, bends, or dents.
After the harsh brake sound ended.
The deafening train whistle in the past is also like the painful cry of the dying person, which is breathtaking.
Boken held the pistol in both hands and aimed at the nearest door of the carriage.
The soldiers and demon-hunter also took out their weapons one after another, fully guarded.
The sound of the whistle disappeared.
In the deadly silence platform, the atmosphere is depressed and suffocated.
Boom!
When the iron door of the carriage was pulled open forcibly, a particularly harsh noise made all the soldiers and the demon-hunter tremble slightly.
Turn your weapon and eyes to the place where the sound is coming from.
I saw a pair of blood-tainted right hands with missing little fingers, grabbing the door frame.
Afterwards.
A staggered silhouette appeared at the door.
Bokken’s forearm muscles are tight and he is ready to pull the trigger, but after he sees the silhouette’s face, he puts down his gun hand, froze for a moment, and said inconceivably, "You are ...Sean ·Andorra?! Damn... the others stay on alert! Let the medical team come in!"
Sean has a severe burn mark on his neck, half-kneeling on the ground.
Grabbing Borken, who ran to him quickly, his voice weakly said, "Go save Vera first...she's going to...doing it, immediately send me to see Lord Baruch, I There are very important things to report to him."
"But your injury..."
The originally shy young man, his bloodshot eyes widened, grabbed Bo Ken's collar, his voice on the verge of collapse, shouted, "Take me to see him!"
Fifteen minutes later.
The office of the permanent director of the hunting group.
After listening to Sean's detailed report, Baruch took the twenty-pound crystal goblet on the table and slammed it on the ground.
Not at all polite, furious, and yelling.
"The evil plague...Gandovich's bastard! Sooner or later I will take his skin off!"
The serial secret room responsible for recording the conversation on the spot Chief-In-Charge Nivi Elba, solemnly encapsulated the content of the dialogue in a file bag processed by the sequence secret technique.
Get up and leave the office quickly.
Baruch gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and shouted to the door, "Boken! Take him to the hospital for treatment. Within ten minutes, I will see the Chief- from the Institute of Mysterious Studies. In-Charge is standing here!"
Sean was helped by Boken, his eyes swept over the tooth he brought back on the desk, and without saying anything, he turned and left.
When he walked to the door.
Baruch said suddenly, "Don’t worry about Cole. Although the Golden Port has been completely occupied, I will find a way to find him back.
And Gondowicz wants to kill him. , It’s not that easy.
Sean, the intelligence you and Vera bring back is very important, and the Demon Hunter and the Empire will remember this."
Wait for Sean to be in the two After leaving with the demon-hunter.
"Boken, go to Mrs. Zoe, she has a way to contact Cole."
Mentioned the old monster who looked like a girl.
The secretary's expression became unnatural for a while, he hesitated and said, "Your Excellency, are we really going to beg her?"
Baruch walked to the cup holder, Pour a glass of red wine again, drank it, frowned, "If Cole dies in the Golden Port, what do you think will happen next?"
"The Golden Port is now the site of the Nordic Order... ...I understand."
No doubt.
Cole, as another protagonist of the internal investigation, appeared in the newspaper, representing the Empire and the Demon Hunting Group, and was a symbol of the oath to the citizens of the country on the issue of the Nordic Order.
Once he died in the hands of Gondović.
In public opinion, the empire and the demon hunting group will fall into a great passivity.
Even the use of the hero's identity to cover up cannot change their failure and weakness in targeting the Nordic Order.
...
Golden Port.
This dead forest of flesh and blood.
Bath in the fire.
Cole looked down at the black and white photo in his hand, a group photo of a family of three.
Demon-hunter's wife and young daughter.
Put the photos in your pocket.
Glancing at the demon-hunter corpse with only half of his body left, Cole took out a cigarette, frowned, and lit it.
Bend over and close his eyes with his hands.
Take a deep breath.
Before taking the step, a laugh of harboring malicious intentions, mixed with perfunctory clapping, sounded not far away.
"Wow, let's see who we found? The famous demon-hunter, Cole Walker."
Following.
A group of about ten cultists walked out of the shadows under the ruins.
The servant-like servants and slaves, pushing a simple wooden cart made of wood.
Two female demon-hunters were tied to the wooden cross of the cart. One of them was covered by dry blood and long turbid hair and passed out. The other looked numb, perhaps giving up. Resistance, perhaps complete exhaustion.
At the same time.
There is another young female demon-hunter, who was grasped by the arms of two brawny with red fruits and completely controlled. She struggled desperately and yelled.
"Let go of me! Let go..."
The cultist walking in the front, with a stick-like reverence and smile, opened his arms and took a look at Cole , Looked back towards the young female demon-hunter, with a passionate voice like singing a hymn.
"Stupid bureaucrats, despicable thieves, cruel slave masters!
Woman! You must confess your crimes and kneel down at your father’s feet to confess.
Until you use that dirty body to give birth to new lives and repay the sin-ridden souls after death.
Let the world scold your sins and pray for God’s forgiveness."
"Shut up your stinky mouth! Even if you kill me, I won't...ah—"
Brawny twisted the female demon-hunter's arm so hard that she hissed in pain.
This time.
The cultist who looks like a small boss, stretched out his right hand and said with a slight smile to Cole, "Cole Walker, you are the one chosen by God, we are fooled by sinners, brother, pull me The hand of the cult, sincerely repent, the father will forgive your disrespect and betrayal."
Maybe it is serious among the cultists.
His behavior, words and deeds are full of solemn divinity.
However, in the eyes of Cole, even the most ridiculous clown show is not as funny as his behavior.
Frown.
White smoke floats out of his nose.
His eyes collided with the subdued female demon-hunter.
Even if the noose of death and shame has wrapped around her neck, even if the despair and pain make her eyes tearful, she still shook her head to Cole calmly, beckoning you to leave them alone and use everything Power, escape this terrifying city that has been completely occupied by evil and dominated by terror.
Cole throws away the cigarette.
Holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, his cold eyes are cruel and ruthless.