After a long time...
Ed's eyelids twitched a few times and were half-opened. His head was still hurting, but for him this was a good thing - at least it proved that he was still alive.
This is where?
The vision is shrouded in mottled shadows. The numerous iron pillars and brackets divide the space into cross squares, making it seem like you are in a dark and dim castle.
A factory?
Why am I here? Mr. George didn't kill me?
Most of the machine tools have been evacuated, leaving only a few scrap products with no recycling value. The deformed and twisted belts are intertwined and wrapped around the flywheels of the blackened beams, like gallows that have been waiting for a long time.
But his feet were off the ground, tied up in mid-air by a belt, spinning precariously as the air and gravity swayed.
This place was once powered by a giant steam engine. Nowadays, the brass steam pipes are covered with dark brown rust spots, and they make heavy metal friction sounds from time to time, like a dying snake.
I'm still alive, but I'm tied up.
George must be trying to use me as bait in exchange for his cherished ancient books.
"Mr. George!"
At this moment, Ed's mind had come to his senses. He shouted into the darkness, and the other party must be hiding in the shadows.
There was a violent roar in the darkness, and a huge figure leaped and surged in the darkness, leaving a roaring echo and a harsh metallic sound on the steam pipes.
"The fact that you didn't kill me shows that you still have some sense in your heart. You are just sick and need treatment and care. Please don't give up hope."
Ed didn't expect to awaken the humanity in old George's heart with a few words. He just wanted to distract the other party and let his guard down, so that he would have an extra chance of survival.
Once you confirm where it is hiding, you can alert rescuers as soon as possible.
"No……"
In the darkness, a horrifying whisper, thick and low like a beast, sounded from the darkness, like a crazy ghost entrenched in an abandoned factory:
"Giggle...I don't need care, all I need is prey."
His voice became sharp and hoarse, accompanied by a weird and fast smacking of the tongue like a nervous one, and he no longer looked like George at all:
"I can already smell her sweet scent, young Dolores—"
Dolores? Ed was stunned when he heard that, who is that?
"Welcome to my lair, son of Synopsis..."
I saw the factory door creaking, revealing a gap in the moonlight, making the black and gray double-breasted jacket shine blue.
Quinn's dark boots stepped slowly on the concrete floor, stirring up microscopic dust. The snow-white fingers of her left hand were holding a huge and heavy package, and her hair was shining brightly in the thin moonlight.
What about the rest? Could it be that I hid in the dark and let Miss Quinn come out alone to contact George, while others took the opportunity to rescue me?
As expected of a professional agent, his actions were prudent and efficient. Ed secretly admired.
"What a random name. My name is Quinn, a special operations investigator from the Bureau of Investigation. The book you want is here."
She threw the package aside, and there was a burst of dust. Several ancient books fell out of her pocket, and were infected by the dust.
Finally, the pair of bloodshot red eyes emerged from the darkness, the deformed limbs fell to the ground and thousands of layers of dust arose, and the sparsely haired black body revealed the scarlet muscles covered underneath.
"They didn't say anything to you, did they?"
The black wolf lying on the ground stood up, casting a huge terrifying shadow in the moonlight, and roared:
"Those humans raised you like a dog and ordered you to feed on the flesh and blood of the same kind. Is there a more tragic fate in the world than this?"
Quinn's expression suddenly covered his face like a cold mist, and it was bone-chilling. The large-caliber revolver in his right hand was pointed directly at the head of the werewolf elder, and he suddenly pulled the trigger.
boom! The instantaneous flame from the muzzle illuminated the monster's blood-red fangs and mouth, making it particularly ferocious. The giant beast, as black as pitch and nearly twice as tall as Quinn, ducked down to avoid the bullet and flew toward her.
Quinn dodged and jumped to the side and back, climbed onto the metal handrail, and climbed higher to escape like a cat.
"Bah!" There was a harsh and sharp metal sound, and the steel pipe structure under Quinn's feet was torn open by sharp claws, and the whole factory was shaking. She grabbed the strap wrapped around the flywheel and swung towards the metal platform at the other end.
What about the others, the other F.B.I. agents who were present at the Floyd mansion at that time?
Ed felt vaguely that something was wrong, and felt anxious and tormented inside.
Although Quinn's movements were more flexible and swift, Old George's strength had an overwhelming advantage. She had to keep moving around in the narrow space, and any mistake could become a weight that overwhelmed the balance.
George was panting and tearing apart all the obstacles in front of him. Although the powerful suppressive attack prevented Quinn from shooting, it also consumed a lot of his physical strength.
The breathing that began to become heavy and disordered reminded the old wolf that it was no longer young.
Just when it forced Quinn to the other end of the platform and flew towards it, the rusty support structure finally could no longer bear its weight and broke.
For an instant, its legs fell into the air and it lost its center of gravity.
Almost at the same time, a pocket watch flew towards the throat of the wolf-shaped beast along Quinn's left hand. When the touch of the watch chain disappeared at the end of her fingertips, she covered her face with her right arm to protect her eyes from injury.
There was a sharp explosion, and the crystal dust shone with a shallow, iridescent light in the moonlit air——
Crystal dust explodes.
The "pocket watch" exploded in front of the werewolf, smashing his entire face into pieces. The splattered blood instantly evaporated into mist, and it fell from the five-meter-high platform with it.
In mid-air, it struggled to cover its face, howling indistinctly and painfully. Its facial features were so burnt that it was difficult to distinguish, and a foul smell of blood gushed out.
Ed, who was also hanging in mid-air, was also tossed and rotated by the air waves. Fortunately, Mr. George's body absorbed most of the fragments of the pocket watch, and the remaining small part did not fly in the direction of Ed.
Quinn did not get close rashly, but fired at George who fell to the ground on the platform. The bullets were embedded into the old werewolf's body like rivets, and blood immediately spattered everywhere.
The skin around the bullet hole soon became blue-black and swollen, and the blood vessels with clear veins flexed.
Allergic reactions caused by silver poisoning, silver-coated bullets.
Ed judged. "Full Moon and New Moon" mentioned the werewolf's weakness - silver.
Old George roared and writhed, struggled painfully in the pool of blood for a long time, and finally let out a long and cold sigh, stopped moving, and was dying.
After reloading a round of ammunition, Quinn climbed off the metal platform. She flung out the weird and beautiful butterfly folding knife with her left hand, put the revolver in her right hand on her left wrist, and slowly approached George.
The air was suddenly eerily quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of boots on the cement floor.
Ed didn't dare to say anything, for fear of disturbing her and killing two people at the same time.
She shot the beast in the heart. Finally, Old George's breathing stopped completely and he fell silent.
Finally, Quinn breathed out and looked up at Ed:
"Okay, kid, I'll let you go right away..."
Suddenly, a dark and angry claw tore into Quinn's cheek, and blood gurgled out, showing a rose-red color that was close to blue under the moonlight.
Then the giant palm grabbed her by the throat and violently pinned her to the ground. He lifted her up, dropped her, and struck her repeatedly, as if she was striking an anvil.
The signature scarf around Quinn's neck shredded to the ground, revealing a metal neck strap locked around her throat. The regularly arranged array of goose-yellow gems shone with faint electric light and was as thick as a hunting dog's collar.
"Look what they did to you! Dolores, you can't even use your true power."
The bullet was slowly squeezed out of the torso by the muscles and did not damage the heart. The black giant wolf's eyes were full of scarlet, and it let out a vague but hysterical roar:
"They took everything from you, even your name!"
Ed knew that no matter what, he had to do something at this moment...
As an Extraordinary who uses the "Puppet" secret text, the only mechanical creation he can control is the one-eyed spider, which has no attack capabilities and is completely useless in such a battle.
But as a maintenance technician——
He looked at the crumbling rusty iron frame, the blackened beams, the steam pipes with loose rivets, and the twisted transmission belts...
Maybe he can instigate a major engineering accident?
