The temperature gradually rose, and people were still shouting outside, but the sound was muffled by the cutting sound of the welding torch. There were only two people left in the room, or rather, one person and one spider.
"After all, it's just a bad move..."
After a long silence, the dying Jairos looked at the elevator door and sighed.
"Who are you?" He turned his face sideways and asked in the direction of the red-eyed spider.
"If I have to say it - those people outside are my colleagues." Ed turned the red-eyed spider's torso 180 degrees and looked at Jellos. "This door is of good quality. In my opinion, it needs a welding torch to hold it together." I'm afraid it will take a quarter of an hour to open this door - but your blood loss is a bit serious, I don't know if you can survive that time."
"Haha, Crow..." Jaros swallowed a mouthful of blood, "If you think Brandon will care about my life or death, you are totally wrong."
"Mr. Brandon may not care about your life or death, but the Divine Bureau does. The fourth young master of the Oakland family was discovered in the evil underground cannibal sect's stronghold. You know how much hush money this news alone is worth... "
"Businessman, right?" The man in the pool of blood laughed weakly, "You remind me of someone."
"Are you talking about the owner of the club? I think his name is Mr. Juice. That guy can sneak away really fast."
"No, not him."
Jaros smiled and shook his head, shaking away the blood that flowed from his eyes, but did not continue.
"I have a question: There is an elevator here, why don't you run? Or do you think you are sure to defeat Miss Catalina?" Ed asked.
Jaros raised his head and looked at the one-eyed spider.
"I just want to watch the white oaks burn."
"Is this necessary? That's your own family."
"It seems that you don't understand what a noble is, let alone a second son or a youngest son." Jaros looked down at his own blood and said, "You don't understand. Just do it, don't think of following my words again."
"Why do you think I'm going to kill you?"
"You will, otherwise you should save these questions for the torture room. She called you Ed, right? I was wondering how many of the investigators from the Bureau of Investigation in Silvermist City were named Ed? "
There was silence on the other side of the red-eyed spider for a while. Suddenly, the gem's double vertical pupils bloomed like twin red lotuses, and the light suddenly became brighter, and a gray-white shadow emerged:
"Can I borrow a fire?" Xuying said.
Under the windless swaying robe, the shadowy sickle was broken and transparent, like a broken crescent moon...
…
The sound of the welding torch stopped.
Creaking, the white crystal chandelier swayed, as if the God of Death was laughing dumbly.
Through the eyepiece of the gas mask, the yellow-green gas spread wildly in the hall, making the white crystal chandelier look blood red.
The purple-green bodies were spread out on the ground in various directions, and some lucky ones were still able to twitch. A moment ago, there was a party and banquet here, but now there was silence and suffocating moans.
Ed couldn't help but tighten his owl mask to avoid inadvertently inhaling chlorine. This was the first time that the mask played its true role.
Because they were in the urban area, the dose used by the West District team was kept to a minimum, but due to the indiscriminate attack of the poison gas, some children who were waiters still lost their lives.
Of this he did not tell Catalina—perhaps never would let her know.
As for Tommy and Blog Orton, they were far away from where the gas bombs would be dropped, and there was a separate ventilation system in the underground kitchen. Quinn had already gone there immediately to ensure the safety of the two of them, and he was not worried about it.
He stepped over a lifeless body and walked up to the leader of the West Area Team. The man codenamed "Gyrfalcon" turned around:
"Thank you very much for the information you provided. You and the East Area Team should be credited with the first success in this operation."
This is of course a polite statement. Ed naturally understood what the other party meant and replied in a friendly manner:
"No, no, you are flattered. There is no doubt that the West District team is the absolute main force in this operation. We will report the facts in detail in the written report. Please rest assured."
"What do you mean? We are all brothers of the Divine Bureau. I just want to confirm in advance and unify the caliber to prevent the two reports from saying different things, which is really ugly."
"Well, it should be so. According to the information I have, the distinguished guest of this banquet, 'Shipworm', should be behind this door. Maybe there will be another fierce battle soon. Do you think it is necessary for me to continue to assist in the battle?"
"I remember that your expertise is in reconnaissance, right? That's not necessary. Try to use professional combatants as the main force in the storm. If there are additional casualties, I will not be able to explain to my colleagues in the East District."
"Well, I'm going to confirm the safety of Mr. Burke Orton, so I won't cause trouble here. I wish you a successful mission, Captain Gyrfalcon."
"Of course, please do so. Good luck to you too."
Gyrfalcon slightly extended his palm, making a gesture of invitation, and then watched Ed disappear into the yellow-green poisonous mist.
"...The new young man from the East District is doing something extraordinary. Maybe he can take over from Eton in the future."
He wanted to reach out from his pocket to take out a cigarette out of habit, but suddenly realized that now was not the time and immediately put it down.
"The gate has been cut, Captain." The demolition personnel at the front reported.
"It's finally done...May the Holy Spirit protect us and prepare to attack." Captain Gyrfalcon clicked seven times on his chest, symbolizing the seven-pointed star of the Holy Spirit.
As the molten metal door was slammed open, agents of the Bureau of Divine Intervention armed to the teeth poured into the room like a flood. Gyrfalcon grasped the weapon tightly and rushed in second.
What greeted them was neither a desperate counterattack by the enemy, nor an embarrassing empty air.
I saw a headless, charred corpse burning blazingly. The charred skull on the side was inserted with a gorgeously decorated golden stabbing sword. Below the stabbing sword was the flame text drawn with it——
"Blackadder".
