After the black car followed quietly, the two black jeeps originally parked on the roadside also quickly followed, but neither Casilios nor Salomon paid attention. Because Eton College is located in Berkshire, Casilios needs to drive from London to the west. The M4 highway has always been one of the main roads to outside London. There are many vehicles coming and going on this road. Three Tracking a car is anything but unremarkable.
When Casilios drove through Heathrow Airport, several cars that had been following him suddenly accelerated and drove next to the vehicle in which Salomon was sitting. At this time, Salomon had just He just tied his little emperor's cloak around him. This was proof that he had applied for the scholarship. As long as he had this cloak, he would be a master at Eton. Those senior students who ordered the junior students to serve tea and water would not Don't mess with him with eyes.
Well, it’s also possible that people are better than people, (*/ω＼*)
After all, the junior students who were instructed still had to do some things that girls could do, and the atmosphere in British boys' schools was a bit gay. But Salomon can at least ensure his own safety, which is the most important thing.
Salomon's wrist was a gift from Bayonetta, just like the suit. Bayonetta believed that a mature man needs at least one watch. Salomon did not know that this watch had a black semi-matte crocodile leather strap. The watch is worth a lot, but it is certainly not cheap.
Another gift was given by Joan of Arc. Although she didn’t know where she got Salomon’s course schedule, when she saw the fencing class, she immediately prepared a richly decorated rapier for Salomon. That is, a Western sword, which is longer than today's small swords - Salomon doesn't know if this French woman has a wrong brain. Today's fencing lessons are not like those five hundred years ago, where one could lose one's life at any time. All students were wearing protective gear, and the tip of the training rapier was also a ball - but Joan of Arc still asked Salomon to wear it, because the rapier has always been a status symbol and weapon of the nobility. Bayonetta also persuaded Salomon to accept the gift. After all, this is the first step in the reconciliation between Joan of Arc and Salomon.
"You have a tuxedo and a sword, and now you are still missing a few girls." Casilios held a cigarette in his mouth and took a deep drag, "It's a pity that you went to a boys' school, otherwise this would The aristocratic look will definitely attract many little girls."
"You know I'm not interested, Cassilios." Salomon packed his sword bag boredly, "I'm not interested in girls or boys."
"Then tell me about those two witches." Cassilios said, "What? Mordo told me, you hang out with them all day long...Those are two charming girls..."
Salomon rolled his eyes and said, "Except that I am more than five hundred years older, there is nothing special..."
At this time, the car was driving towards the Queen's Reservoir, passing through the reservoir, and in front of it was Old Windsor. Eton College is located at the northernmost end of Windsor Castle, which is also Salomon's destination. Compared to when they first left London, there were a lot fewer vehicles here. Two black jeeps stepped on the accelerator and drove to the left and right of Casilios and Salomon. The black car in front was also blocked. Three cars surrounded them.
Even a fool could tell at this point that something was wrong. Casilios narrowed his eyes, let go of the steering wheel, took out the hanging ring from his suit pocket and put it on his hand. "Who do you think they are?" he asked. "I always think they are here to trouble you, Salomon."
"I think so too." Salomon's actions were exactly the same as Casilios's, and he also put the hanging ring on the index finger and middle finger of his left hand. At the same time, he also quickly recalled the things he had done recently that might arouse suspicion, but after thinking about it, Salomon couldn't think of any clues he had missed that would allow others to track him, except for one thing ——"I can probably guess it." He said, "I met a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
"Are you serious?" Cassilios asked, "Do you think SHIELD will suspect you just by meeting you once?"
"It's hard to say." Salomon reached out to open the skylight. He unzipped the sword bag and pulled out the stabbing sword inside. "That's a level nine agent."
"How do you know? Wait, you want to solve this matter yourself?" Casilios quickly pressed Salomon's shoulder, "But they must have guns."
"Oh, you have been of great help. You will be responsible for the expansion of the mirror dimension." Salomon recited a spell, and a protective force field enveloped him. Then he stepped on the seat and carried it in one hand. Holding the stabbing sword, he jumped out of the skylight with a slight leap. Salomon's back was straight and he stood firmly on the roof of the car. His cloak was swaying like black waves in the rushing wind, and the back of his black tuxedo was flapping like a flag. His slender fingers held the hilt of the sword, just like a young man who lived centuries ago and was confident about the upcoming duel. There seemed to be stands around him, with many girls in court clothes standing on them. He was standing on The place is not the roof of the car, but a garden full of fallen leaves.
The mystic reached out his fingers and loosened the tie slightly, which had always made him uncomfortable. He looked forward to the girls' handkerchiefs, a sign of victory.
"The target jumped out of the sunroof and is standing on the roof of the car." The person in the black jeep was reporting through the intercom. The action team member looked at Salomon and smiled at them, opening his mouth and not knowing what he said. He quickly reported, "We've been discovered!"
"Action!" The window of the black jeep suddenly rolled down, revealing several black gun muzzles. The black car in front also slowed down suddenly, trying to force Casilios to stop. Immediately afterwards, patterns like broken glass appeared in front of the road, but these people turned a blind eye. Salomon smiled. He had been impatient for a long time. Now that Cassilios has prepared the mirror dimension, he can show off his talents.
The next moment, four cars suddenly disappeared from the road, leaving no trace.
"Put down your weapons!" the action team members wearing black masks shouted. At this time, they had not realized that they had entered an isolated space, and they were still pointing their assault rifles at Salomon.
"Drop your weapons!" he yelled. "CIA! Stop and get checked!"
The black car in front suddenly stopped. Casilios stepped on the accelerator and slammed into it, making a loud bang and the front of the car dented as expected. Before the impact, Salomon raised his feet and stepped onto the jeep on the right. The shaking of the vehicle did not make him lose his balance at all. This is also the effect of magic. Now Salomon does not need to eat spiders when he performs the spider walking technique.
An action team member fired, aiming at Salomon's leg. The bullet pierced the air with a whistling sound and an explosion, and flew accurately to Salomon's knee. However, the bullet's flight path was stopped by an invisible force field. However, this force reflected the bullet back and hit the armor plate on the chest of the action team member.
"The enemy has guns!" He fell on the seat, the pain in his ribs reminding him of the opponent's counterattack. He loudly reminded his teammates, "I didn't see how he shot!"
"Radio contact lost!" the driver also shouted, "We have lost all contact methods! The enemy has jamming devices! We have been betrayed!"
"F*ck! F*ck!" The action team member peeked out again, but did not see Salomon's figure. Then, he saw an astonishing scene. The originally straight road suddenly folded vertically, like folding a slender piece of paper. The black jeep on the right and the other three vehicles were no longer traveling on the same plane. Now their road became sloping, and they were different from the other vehicles. The distance is getting farther and farther. But the driver was in no mood to consider this because he had to increase the accelerator to ensure that the vehicle would not roll over.
"Target disappears! Repeat! Target disappears!"
"What the hell is going on!" the leader yelled angrily. This operation was extremely weird from the beginning. First it was an opponent who moved too fast to see clearly, then it was radio interference, and now it was a terrain problem - this terrain did not exist on the M4 highway at all!
"Wrong answer." Salomon's voice came from the roof of the car, "You didn't tell me the information I wanted to know."
"He's on the roof of the car! How come he wasn't thrown off!" A member of the action team cursed and took out his pistol, leaned out half of his body and tried to shoot at the person standing on the roof of the car - because the jeep was bulletproof, including The roof of the car - but before he could see Salomon's figure, a long and narrow sword blade appeared in front of his eyes. The sharp sword tip accurately and quickly inserted into his eye socket and penetrated through the back of his head. come out.
When Salomon pulled out his rapier, black and red blood gushed out like a fountain and fell at Salomon's feet like a handkerchief thrown by girls after a successful duel. With a muffled sound, the body fell lifelessly out of the car and was run over by the speeding jeep.
"Shoot!" Before the leader could order the others to attack Salomon together, the bayonet stained with emerald green flames penetrated the roof of the car and cut off the leader's cervical spine accurately like a scalpel. The emerald green flames seemed to have Like a living object, it jumped from the sword body to another action team member.
"Shit!" The operator panicked and slapped the flames on his body. The nylon body armor was not fireproof. But Salomon's actions did not stop. He continued to lift his rapier and stab down. No one tried to lean out of the car window to shoot at him, but as soon as those action members leaned out, their arms were tied up and pulled away by a bolt of lightning. He got on the roof of the car, and then Salomon slit his throat with a bayonet. Those in the car could only see the body rolling down behind the car. Every scream and the sound of corpses falling hit their hearts like a heavy hammer. They were the elite among the elite and had dealt with many people with supernatural powers, but none of them were as weird as today's target.
They were fearless, but today, fear still enveloped them because they had no power to fight back. They were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered, trembling and waiting for their fate. Salomon's figure gradually overlapped with the things they feared most in their lives. Those nightmares from their childhood crawled out from under the bed, from the closet, and from the story books again, and they made snickering noises. There was a sound, and the cold claws from the accumulated black memories of the past once again reached out and patted their shoulders and faces. This is a reunion after many years. This fear has grown up with them, and now it has come to them again. Today's operational team members will scream in panic whenever they see a piece of Salomon's clothes.
Now, instead of thinking about how to complete the task, we should think about how to survive. When they first received the mission, they thought the target was an ordinary superhuman with high-temperature abilities. Now it seems that the information was all wrong. Even if they escaped from the battlefield, no one would blame them, because the action with inaccurate information was Die.
Suddenly, the car regained its balance and the driver slowly eased off the accelerator. No one spoke. Except for the leader who was still lingering and a few action team members who were holding pistols tightly in the car, all the hot-headed people in the car were dead. The car slowly stopped, and no one dared to gasp loudly, for fear that the slightest movement would attract an attack.
Salomon was a little confused. Isn't now a good opportunity to fight back? Why don't they act? Or... the fear technique he used was a bit too exciting for ordinary people?
