Faslanca, Harvest Church!
In the early morning, in the well-ventilated but silent underground, the dim yellow light of the gas lamp was protected by the glass, shining steadily and without wavering on the deserted and peaceful corridor.
Three hours ago, there was a grand fireworks show here, there were clowns with thick oil paint on their faces performing acrobatics, and magicians in cheap tuxedos performing card tricks. Everyone was celebrating the arrival of the New Year.
On the banks of the Rhine River, Shipley Police Station, Hollington, wearing a police uniform, a soft hat with a badge, and a mustache, sat in the guard room, casually flipping through the stacks of stupid newspapers, pornographic magazines and published books in front of him. And use a small amount of energy to pay attention outside to prevent someone from causing trouble on New Year's Eve.
His legs were crossed comfortably on the square table, and his back was leaning on the black suede chair, feeling the warmth brought by the fireplace nearby. The coat and hat he had taken off were hung on the coat rack at the entrance, and the pistol was sitting quietly. The gun belt under Jing's arm was leaning against the wall, within easy reach.
Generally, such luxurious configurations are only possible at the Hetonmar Police Station in the imperial capital. Due to the invasion of the Hidden Church, Faslanca caused extremely exaggerated casualties. According to incomplete statistics, black goat cubs were directly killed in the station area. More than 100 police officers, clergymen, and priests were killed in the stampede, and the casualties of other staff were not included.
Because of this, the Imperial Capital's investment in new security forces and resources in Faslanca City has almost reached the peak of the entire Gray Waho County.
The families of the deceased priests received huge compensation payments to appease them. The living standards and salaries of the police department were increased. Almost all the injured people were promoted to a higher level. Among them, the departments that received the most benefits were those of the Sleeping God and the Crimson God. The Night Watch organization, they paid the price of almost annihilation to protect the entire city.
The above reports are all from official statistics, and the only ones that are not included in the safety list are civilian casualties. However, the casualties of civilians are the highest in this extraordinary incident, with direct deaths of close people, and subsequent deaths due to pollution. Death, there are still people around...
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, and Hollington couldn't help but take a sip and pinch his temples to combat the heaviness of his head and the exhaustion of his body.
Although he was a policeman who often went to bed at five in the morning and got up at twelve noon before, this must be attributed to the beautiful street girls on Elm Road in the North Cross District. The North Cross District was almost blacklisted some time ago. All the goats were destroyed, and the street girls who barely survived suffered a lot of pollution. This made the gentlemen living in Faslanca stop. After all, being alive is much better than having a one-night romance.
"The damn secret organization can't do things there. It has to be in the North Cross District, so I can't even have fun!" Hollington muttered silently, and could only comfort himself. At least there are newspapers and pornographic magazines. and increasingly abundant.
He originally wanted to sleep while he was on duty today, but because of the invasion of the secret organization before, he had to open his eyes. Not to mention patrolling the streets, at least he was awake so that he could notify the Four Gods Church as soon as possible. The clergy team, so he couldn't sleep, as it would be easy to ignore the movements outside and ignore the eventuality.
Phew, Hollington picked up the coffee cup and took a careful blow.
He took a sip, letting the unique aroma of coffee beans linger in his mouth, and letting the velvety fine liquid slowly flow into his esophagus and collect in his stomach.
"As expected of the coffee from the Austro-Hungarian valley brought from the imperial capital, it has a rich aroma, is delicious, and is also very refreshing." Hollington praised and put down the cup in his hand.
The Austro-Hungarian Valley is located in the north of the Kingdom of Ghent. It has been occupied by the Austro-Hungarian natives and mainly produces high-quality coffee beans. A hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Ghent established a colonial regime in the Austro-Hungarian Valley, destroying the original Austro-Hungarian Aboriginal.
The wall clock was ticking in the dormitory. It snowed heavily outside Faslanka this year, causing the temperature to drop suddenly. This was a scene that had not happened in decades.
The heavy snow blowing outside was getting heavier and heavier, but the room in the duty room was still as warm as spring. Hollington randomly picked up a pornographic magazine and found that it talked about what kind of clothes women should wear to cater to men. Good at grasping the heart of a gentleman.
"The guy on duty yesterday was Fisk. I didn't expect him to do research in this area..." He whispered in a funny voice, looking through it with interest.
Perhaps influenced by the rapid advancement of textile technology in the past decade or so, this pornographic magazine not only extensively uses illustrations of models trying on clothes, but also content from the creators.
"This set of underwear is really good. The model looks good too. The long wavy golden hair is my favorite type. Her suspender stockings look very tempting..." Hollington browsed through them leisurely and evaluated them carefully.
He is a Ghent man with very normal physical and mental development. For Hollington, who works as a policeman and bounty hunter, he is more family-oriented than the average gentleman and is very friendly to children and wives, but at the same time he also has The unique habit of Gent gentlemen is to always admire beautiful girls, especially beautiful girls wearing seductive lingerie.
It would be great if the model above was also a street girl... Hollington suddenly felt heavy and couldn't help but sigh.
Since the last extraordinary incident happened, he had moved his wife and children to a small suburban town and waited until everything was fine before taking them back. However, this decision was also the direct reason for the melancholy he felt in the dead of night.
He continued to browse, and suddenly saw that the creator's log on the last page contained information about every model, and one of them was in Faslanka City.
Sangana Engels! He is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 110 pounds. He believes in the god of sleep and crimson. He likes to shoot underwear magazines. Special needs require a fee of 5 pounds. Address: Faslanka City, Baker Street Low-rent District.
Hollington was suddenly pleasantly surprised and quickly looked at the publication date of the magazine.
"Three days ago, it was actually three days ago. Thank you to the Crimson God for His blessing."
Hollington closed the book, drank the coffee happily, stood up, put on his clothes, and drove the carriage equipped by the police station and left the duty room.
The outside world has already turned white, and the top of the tower of Harvest Church standing in the distance is covered with a thick layer of white, making it shine in the dark night.
On this main road, there is still the smell of gunpowder from fireworks, the aroma of roasted goose wafting all over the street, the groans of people shivering from the cold under the bridge, and the screams of wild dogs digging through trash cans and fighting for food.
Hollington held the reins with both hands and walked quickly according to the address in the magazine. Within half an hour, he arrived at the low-rent area of Mink Street.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fierce knocking sound suddenly sounded, echoing in the snowy Mink Street, adding a touch of horror to this main street made of black bricks and full of ancient medieval flavor.
Hollington was startled, and his spirit suddenly became tense. He instinctively took out the revolver from the gun bag under his arm, adjusted the magazine and trigger, then quickly jumped off the carriage and leaned towards the roadside bunker, looking for the source of the sound. source.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
boom! boom! boom!
The beating became more and more intense, and Hollington escaped. Suddenly, at the end of the street, he heard a heart-wrenching sound and saw a black iron double door with a relief of a naked woman.
"I just patrolled Mink Street yesterday. There was no such big iron gate?" His eyes narrowed and his heart beat like a drum.
boom! boom! boom!
Hollington saw the iron door shaking slightly and felt the majestic force it was bearing.
"No way... I was just looking for a beautiful lady to discuss life while on duty, and something happened?" Hollington's right hand holding the handle of the gun broke out in cold sweat.
But soon, he remembered the old night watchman Mr. Joseph’s instructions to him: no matter what sound you hear, no matter what happens, as long as it is something different from normal phenomena, report it directly.
Yes, let me report first. The Night Watch team returned to Faslanka yesterday, although they don’t seem to have fully recovered yet... Hollington used his previous experience as a bounty hunter and calmed down. many.
