bookbashuk Chapter 281 Lorne: Damn it! Gas!
Chapter 281 Lorne: Damn it! Gas!
Chapter 281 Lorne: Damn it! Gas!
The infiltration of the Capin villa went much more smoothly than Lorne had imagined.
"Even Danitz knew to set up some occult traps for early warning, but there was nothing around this house at all."
"So confident and fearless, huh?
This unusual relaxation reveals an unsettling sense of confidence.
Taking advantage of the chaos inside the villa, Lorne easily dealt with the two outer guards with almost no effort and slipped silently into the villa's backyard.
"Judging from the layout of this villa, the problem should be in the restaurant —"
"It's definitely extraordinary beings fighting."
"————"
"Save people first." Lorne made up his mind and decisively avoided the direction of the restaurant where the premonition of disaster was strongest.
He took out a short staff that he had prepared in advance and used divination to find the place where the kidnapped children were being held.
"The basement—as expected."
"Something seems to have happened—"
With a full beard, Belis kept a close eye on some kind of change in order, but he dared not leave his post.
He feared this was a feint by the enemy. If he left, the invaders' accomplices would seize the opportunity to break into the dungeon.
"who!"
Suddenly, in the dim light of the gas lamp, Belis saw a long, slanted figure flash by at the corner of the passage not far away.
Upon hearing Belis's question, the figure did not speak, but instead quickly retreated.
"Intruders!"
Belis felt a chill run down his spine and quickly picked up the huge high-pressure steam rifle in his hand, aiming the muzzle at that spot.
"Bang!"
When the figure reappeared, he pulled the trigger without hesitation!
A thick cloud of white mist spewed out from the gun barrel, and a sharp, pale gold bullet shot forward at an astonishing speed!
"Bang!"
His response was a spider web covered in a strange slime.
Because the spider web bullets had a slow rate of fire, Bezos easily dodged them by sidestepping.
"Da, da, da."
Hearing the approaching, unhurried footsteps, Belis's eyes narrowed, and he decisively fired a series of shots!
Steam, dust, and white mist instantly filled the entire underground passage, severely obstructing visibility.
"Damn it." Belis spat. Although these things blocked his normal vision, from the perspective of his spiritual vision, he could clearly "see" that the intruder had not left.
Trying to feign weakness with these scattered attacks to lure me out for an arrest? How naive!
As long as you hold on, as long as I stay here, once Horus and the others have dealt with the trouble outside, you're doomed!
Just as he was focused on what was in front of him, a strangely shaped object, shimmering with an unstable light, was gently tossed in from another angle and rolled to a spot not far from his feet.
He instinctively raised his gun and fired!
hum!
Before the bullet even made contact with the target, a burst of intense light, as bright as the sun, suddenly spread out and instantly enveloped the area!
Belis felt a blinding white light before his eyes, his vision instantly stripped away. Even with his eyes tightly closed, the intense light piercing through his eyelids stung his eyeballs, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
"hateful!"
"Trying to launch a sneak attack using the bright light? Impossible!" Belis roared inwardly.
As a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, even without relying on his eyes, he can roughly determine the direction of the enemy through his keen hearing and spiritual intuition!
He suppressed his discomfort, picked up his rifle, and, relying on his intuition, unleashed a torrent of bullets toward the direction in which the intruders had last lingered, the spent cartridges clattering to the ground.
Gunfire roared, and steam billowed.
As the blinding light finally dissipated, Belis barely opened his sore and stinging eyes, cautiously scanning his surroundings. The steam and dust gradually settled, and his vision returned.
There was nothing there.
Whether viewed through normal vision or through spiritual vision, the intruder's traces had vanished, as if it had never existed.
"What happened—did they run away?" A sense of doubt arose in Belis's mind, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
He didn't notice at all that an ordinary-looking playing card had appeared at his feet.
Mental storm!
The sudden mental shock left Belis's mind blank for a moment. He felt a brute force crash into the depths of his consciousness, and he froze on the spot.
He grunted and shrugged, the heavy high-pressure steam rifle falling to the ground with a clatter.
"goodbye."
"Bang!"
With a muffled gunshot, a huge bloody hole exploded in Belis's chest, and he was blasted away by the massive impact of the shotgun, dying instantly.
Lorne stepped forward, bent down to pick up the seemingly ordinary playing card, and skillfully put it back in his pocket.
"This trick really works every time," Lorne sighed, at the same time feeling a little helpless.
If only I had the ability to teleport, even just short-distance teleportation would be much more convenient than this.
He couldn't help but feel a little envious when he thought of Sherlock and Sharon's abilities.
He glanced at the high-pressure steam rifle attached to the huge backpack on the ground, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Outdated stuff!"
However, no matter what, this is a strictly controlled item, so could it be that—
Without dwelling on it, he continued forward until he reached the heavy iron door to the underground area. He raised his shotgun and fired several shots at the lock.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The metal lock twisted and broke under close-range shooting. Lorne kicked it.
"Clang!"
The dungeon door was violently opened.
In the dark, damp dungeon, which reeked of mold and despair, the girls, including Daisy, trembled at the sudden loud noise and looked up blankly at the open doorway.
Could it be that someone else is going to be taken away?
Thinking of the miserable state of the sisters who had been taken away earlier, everyone in the dungeon trembled, and no one dared to make a move.
A figure walked towards them from a distance.
The girls all lowered their heads, not daring to look.
"Freedom is right in front of us, yet we're so afraid."
A voice, tinged with mockery but devoid of any malice, rang out.
Freedom—the moment they heard this word, several of the bolder girls looked up and, in the dim light, saw a figure holding a long spear.
Wearing a black trench coat and a mask that covered most of his face, Lorne stopped at the cell door, his gaze sweeping over the ragged, numb-eyed girls, and he chuckled, "Ladies, you are free."
The dungeon was deathly silent, then a faint, incredulous sobbing began to rise intermittently. Daisy jerked her head up, looking at the figure in the doorway, a faint light flickering in her eyes for the first time.
"Thank you for saving us!"
"May the Lord bless you, sir!"
"Thanks----"
"Remember, after you go out, walk towards the church, then walk west and you'll see it."
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Don't go to the police station, don't go.
The girls in the East District didn't really trust the police, so they didn't have many doubts about Lorne's request. They all sobbed as to indicate that they understood.
After leaving the dungeon, I watched the girls leave the villa area safely.
Lorne took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back into the villa.
He wanted to confirm some things.
Hearing the gunshots not far away, he carefully searched the area.
Using his "Cataclysmic Priest" intuition, Lorne skillfully avoided the battle zone where spiritual fluctuations were intense and gunfire was frequent.
He chose a roundabout route and successfully found a room that resembled a study.
Perhaps everyone's attention was drawn to the restaurant, as Lorne didn't encounter many guards.
-
"The evidence against Kapin."
"Kapin's incriminating evidence."
Through divination, he successfully found some clues in the study.
This includes some letters and simple account books.
He glanced at it briefly.
The situation was pretty much as he had guessed. Although Kapin was just a small fry, he clearly had his own plans and was trying to leave himself some way out in case he was completely abandoned by the forces behind him.
Judging from these scattered pieces of information, Capin seemed extremely eager to clear his name as a slave trader and dreamed of climbing into high society and becoming a "respected" knight.
Meanwhile, his wife and children have clearly become bargaining chips for the forces behind him to control him, and have been placed under house arrest somewhere.
Jazz—this is no simple promise.
Even if this is just empty talk, it still says something.
-
He initially thought there might be some corrupt elements within Backlund's police force, colluding with wild extraordinary individuals and gangs, but now it seems—
At this moment, Lorne regretted his actions; he seemed to have learned something he shouldn't have known.
Curiosity killed the cat!
"Depend on!"
Lorne clenched his fists. Since he had already gotten himself into this mess, he might as well go all the way and quickly took out a camera from his personal storage space and snapped a few photos of the documents.
He knew he might not be able to shake off this matter, so he figured he might as well keep some leverage. The reason he didn't choose to take those things directly was because he was afraid that Kapin and his group could use the documents to divine his fate.
Although the probability is very low, we still have to be prepared.
After quickly putting the documents away and making sure no obvious traces were left behind, Lorne quietly left the study.
He didn't choose to return the way he came. The guard he'd knocked unconscious during his infiltration had likely been discovered, and that route was no longer safe. He chose another, relatively quiet path leading to the side wing of the villa, intending to leave from there.
Damn it—I shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.
Lorne's mind was in turmoil, and his spiritual intuition was constantly nagging and provoking his nerves, making him increasingly agitated.
"Wait! This smell—" His nose suddenly twitched as he smelled a familiar yet unpleasant odor.
"gas!"
"Could it be!" Lorne suddenly realized something.
"Depend on!"
Ignoring the possibility of being discovered, he immediately took off running as fast as he could.
However, just as he rushed out a few steps, about ten steps away from the nearest window, a wave of heat carrying a destructive aura swept over from not far away.
"boom!!!"
With a loud bang, Lorne's vision went completely black.
Clearly, he was caught in the crossfire of a like-minded, unscrupulous detective.