Joan of Arc was very confident and cast her cold eyes that could make boiling water freeze on the person sitting opposite her, as if that person was an inconspicuous insect in her eyes. She picked up the martini glass on the table and took a sip, then snorted slightly, fully expressing her disdain. Her long white hair was tied up high, her golden hollow earrings swayed with her movements, her slender legs were raised on the black glass table without any scruples, and her red-soled high heels hung unruly on her toes, sitting on a huge sofa. The white-haired witch shows her elegance.
She ordered an apple martini, the same as the Bayonetta. Not to be outdone, Salomon narrowed his eyes and put the rum with ice in his hand back on the arm of the sofa.
When he stretched out his hand against Joan's murderous gaze, Joan immediately pushed her thumb and pushed a card out of her hand. Salomon's fingers passed over the card without hesitation, but he could not twitch the playing cards tightly held by Joan of Arc. He changed the cards, but Joan still held the cards tightly and showed no intention of letting go.
The white-haired witch looked at Salomon as if nothing had happened, and then pushed the card out again, as if to emphasize something. Her and Salomon's strength far exceeds that of ordinary humans, and only a not-so-ordinary playing card can withstand the pulling of the two superhumans' white hair. The witch and the mystic were wrestling on playing cards made of demon bones. The mind-reading skills they subconsciously threw at each other collided into purple and gold sparks in their eyes, and the air was filled with the excitement of the fierce confrontation between the two. The magical atmosphere.
Rodan glanced at the card in the booth, and after making sure nothing happened, he continued to hold the Cheshire Cat and start sucking.
The black-haired witch who was watching looked at the fight in front of her and smiled happily. She winked at Salomon and then gave her own hint.
Joan raised her delicate chin, her expression tense, her eyes fixed on Salomon's fingers. The helpless mystic could only pick up the pushed card. The white-haired witch breathed a sigh of relief, and then she regained her aloof pride. "You lose!" she shouted with satisfaction, "It's your turn to wash the dishes since Dinah's not around, and we agreed not to use magic!"
"Okay, okay." Salomon retracted into the sofa, picked up the already weak rum and took a sip. Isn't it just washing dishes? It's not like he hasn't done it before.
"My dear, you haven't said where you sent Dinah." Bayonetta said, "Your maid has been very busy recently. Last time Joan of Arc accidentally ate Hawaiian pizza. She almost destroyed the living room. Overturned."
"It's obviously you, Ceresa!" Joan retorted without hesitation, "I'm not Italian."
"Whatever you say." Bayonetta whistled, "What about you, Boya?"
"I asked Dinah and the android team to buy armaments." Salomon told her the movements of the maids and the sisterhood without hesitation. "They should be in Ukraine now, conducting private transactions with those officers. But. I think they will bring something else back."
"for example?"
"Some girls." Salomon shrugged. He once told the leadership of the Sisterhood that everything has its limits and that he would not keep making artificial humans. Artificial beings can be mass-produced using ether particles, but their souls will always be attached to his soul. The bodies in those cultivation tanks are prepared to resurrect them. This is the eternal service Salomon promised to the Sisters.
If the Sisterhood is to continue to grow, it is necessary to recruit ordinary people and allow them to be trained and transformed.
Due to factors such as the disintegration of the Soviet Union and the bloody war in the Balkans, many Eastern European countries have fallen into a barbaric whirlpool. Armed gangs, smuggling groups, human traffickers and pimps have formed a flesh-eating industrial chain, kidnapping and luring those from conflict areas and poor countries. of girls were resold to Western Europe.
In Romania, Ukraine, Moldova, Kosovo, Bosnia and even Russia, this kind of thing can happen at any time. Those demons on earth tell those girls that they can become models and live a good life as long as they go to Western European countries, or just tell them Those girls they can take them to eat.
Compared to girls who become prostitutes and are forced to pick up clients, suffer disease and abuse, have their organs removed after being squeezed out, or thrown to the streets to die, joining a sisterhood to receive harsh training and transformation would be a good choice. . Salomont declared to Dinah that those women must be taken away regardless of their status. Those women who are unwilling to join the sisterhood, are too old, or have mutilated limbs can still work in the Eternal City and enjoy the rights of being human beings. .
Dinah and almost all of her sisterhood members, except those who were on a mission, took off in a newly built stealth aircraft, carrying money and food to find the Russian mafia and Albanian gangsters. This will be a bloody massacre in the dark corner of the so-called "civilized society." For this mission, Salomon gave the Sisters unlimited firing rights, and all existing heavy weapons were allowed to be used. They were even allowed to engage in firefights with local armed forces.
There is no mercy beneath bolters and swords.
After this mission is over, Dinah will also use the information provided by Elijah to eliminate gangs that engage in human trafficking in New York City.
"Good job." Rodin walked out from behind the bar holding the Cheshire cat. "I thought you were as rigid as those mystics. When you asked Enzo for detailed information on those people, I even thought you were We are going to trade human flesh. I apologize to you. Would you like a glass of better wine? My treat."
"Aren't you a devil? Why are you so kind?"
"Hell, I'm a fallen angel!" Rodan rolled his eyes, but he was wearing sunglasses and no one could see clearly.
"I really can't directly intervene in this matter. This violates the commandments set by His Holiness." Salomon sighed, "I have always been a member of Kama Taj, and my current power does not allow me to save them. But I can make the artificial people save them, which does not violate the commandments of Karma Taj. But as long as they arrive in the Eternal City, they can survive because they are human beings."
"Boya, you are such a kind child, I did not misjudge you."
"Of course, the little kindness I have left has to be used somewhere." He patted the long and short knives on his waist, "And I haven't had a fight in a long time."
"Count me in!" Joan put away her long legs and slapped the cards in her hand on the table. She was excited about what Salomon had to say. "Don't go with your maids, I'm going to a place they haven't been before!" the white-haired witch said excitedly, "I just want to exercise occasionally, don't think too much about it! You still have to wash the dishes! "
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The violent wind poured in through the cargo door of the invisible aircraft, but it could not penetrate into the android's armor. The biting cold wind could only blow their blood-red robes, and pairs of crimson electronic eyes hidden behind the plexiglass were staring at the buildings below the aircraft. Next to them were a group of girls wrapped in safety belts and dirty quilts. They were cold and hungry. Most of the androids ignored their thoughts because Dinah had not yet announced the role of these girls to all the androids.
The androids were temporarily prohibited from direct contact with the girls until the androids responsible for cleaning, disinfection and rapid detection of infectious diseases arrived from another aircraft. However, the sisterhood still distributed food and water to them. These girls were extremely emotionally unstable after escaping from the hell on earth, but they did not dare to cry loudly under the blood-red eyes of the sisterhood's power armor.
"Ma'am, you said Master agrees with us using heavy weapons?" Dita's somewhat dull voice came from the helmet, and she asked Dinah, whose back was turned to her, "I think using field artillery on the outskirts of the city is a bit too much. Exaggerated."
