Chapter 249 Confession
The soldiers in the Guillotines finally recovered their senses. Some of them tentatively approached the viewing platform, but as soon as they moved, the black-haired young man on the platform fired again without hesitation. The opponent's angle was slightly off, and the bullet only cut off the tip of General Catheran's ear. However, the excruciating pain and the smell of burning flesh were enough to make him panic and scream, ordering his subordinates not to move rashly.
So hundreds of soldiers could only watch helplessly as the wanted criminal who called himself "Ghost" finished his impromptu speech in front of everyone.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Governor Batalia panted, threatening with a timid expression, "If you kill me, you'll be torn to pieces in the next second!"
"Don't be nervous, I just want to play a game with you." He heard the cold voice say in an unusually calm voice, which was inexplicably creepy: "This game is called One for One."
Before the two could react, he continued, "As the name suggests, you, or Lord Catheran, will decide for yourself today which of your two heads will bloom."
General Catheran's eyes widened in disbelief, bloodshot streaking out of his eyeballs: "You're crazy—!"
"You can think of me as crazy, but you'd better think clearly: your life or the life of a madman, which is more valuable?" The black-haired young man lazily tapped the back of his head with the muzzle of the gun, again and again. "The rules of the game are very simple - now, kneel down."
Under the threat of gunfire, Governor Batalia and General Catheran were forced to bend their dignified knees, humiliating themselves before a group of lowly people. The people below the viewing platform looked at each other in bewilderment; no one had ever imagined that these high-ranking figures would actually kneel before them one day.
A pale, thin, black-haired young man slowly and methodically stepped out of the shadows. He stood between the two men, his back to the gallows and the crowd of spectators. Throughout this process, the twin pistols in his hands remained unmoved, steadily pointed at the two men's heads.
"Very good, then begin your confession." The ghost's voice lowered eerily: "Confess your sins. Whoever repents more than the other will live, and the other will die."
The smoky grey eyes behind the glasses, which seemed to be able to see through everything, indifferently scanned the two people's sweat-covered faces and slowly reminded them, "Don't try to deceive me. I know everything."
"Looks like you two are planning to just give up?" Seeing the two men deadlocked, Ghost blinked and was about to press the trigger: "Yes, I admire your courage, I will give you a quick death—"
"Wait, me! I confess first!" General Catheran interrupted him anxiously.
This madman, this madman! He cursed him in his heart with gnashing teeth. Those gray eyes, devoid of any human emotion and as cold and dead as the desolate moon, told him that this guy was really capable of killing him in public without regard for the consequences.
General Catheran gasped, "In order to cut expenses, I deliberately made trouble this month and lowered the salaries of the Catheran family servants by 30%—Ah, ah ah ah!"
Along with a shrill wail, a hideous bloody hole suddenly appeared on his shoulder.
"Sorry, additional rules," the abominable fellow said slowly, "If your answers don't meet my expectations, I'll give you a little extra 'incentive'—the implication being, don't try to get away with petty thefts."
The Governor's face turned pale, and his devilish grey eyes looked at him: "To be fair, one person at a time - Your Excellency, it's your turn to repent now."
He clutched the bloody hole on his thigh, cursing in his heart why the sorcerer he had sent to capture the remnants of the Land Freedom Party hadn't returned yet. Logically, the others should have already informed others, but he said honestly, "I repent..."
At first, the two wanted to talk about some trivial things or try to lie, but the black-haired young man seemed to be able to read their minds. With the sound of a gunshot, they soon became honest in the face of the merciless bullets.
Excessive blood loss made the two men become drowsy. The approaching death and the growing desire to survive forced them to try to surpass their opponents as quickly as possible.
Then, the soldiers and civilians in the Plaza de la Guillotine watched helplessly as the two big men of the Batalha Heights knelt on the ground one after another as if in competition, continuously confessing their horrific crimes to everyone. In the later stage, there was no need for Ghost to command anyone to speak.
Corruption and bribery, arms smuggling, human trafficking, prostitution of good women, extortion, land annexation, murder by hiring killers... Behind the two men's eyes, the crowd gradually became restless, and the anger of the untouchables was gathering.
"Wait a minute." The ghost, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted the Governor. "You mean to say that Bas Catherine's death was planned by you, and not by the Land Freedom Party?"
"Yes...that's right..." the Governor said weakly. He was about to faint.
The professor looked down at him expressionlessly. "James Wood has become your scapegoat, and now he is to be hanged in your place—aren't you ashamed?"
"All soldiers, listen up! Let James Wood go!" Before the Governor could say anything, General Catheran suddenly shouted. Seeing the black-haired young man looking at him thoughtfully, he immediately gave him a flattering smile: "Thanks to you, otherwise I really wouldn't have known that it was this beast who killed my son! Since James Wood is innocent, then of course he should be released..."
"You are quite clever." The other party said with a smile, but the muzzle of the gun pointed at him lowered a little.
There's hope! General Catheran immediately cheered up. He quickly ordered his soldiers to make way for the other party to leave the Guillotines Square. James Wood took a deep look at the figure on the viewing platform, then staggered and disappeared into the crowd.
Seeing that the man's expression seemed to have eased a bit, General Catheran decided to press on. He pointed his good arm at the Governor's nose and shouted, "And this man, in order to wipe out the roots and silence the witnesses, even sent a sorcerer to hunt down James Wood's sister!"
The other man suddenly became furious: "Sterling Catherine!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the accompanying sorcerer, who had returned from nowhere, gesturing at him. The Governor, overjoyed, feigned rage and said, "If that's the case, I also know of a monstrous secret perpetrated by the Catheran family. You've never heard of anything more disgusting than this!"
The ghost's attention seemed to be drawn to him, and he deliberately forced himself to take a few steps on his knees to delay time. Seeing that the accompanying warlock had already aimed at the black-haired young man's back and was about to cast a spell, several exclamations suddenly came from the crowd behind him, including men, women, young and old.
"--careful!"
"Watch your back!"
The professor dodged quickly, and the spell just missed him and hit the beam hard, creating a hole. The governor was so angry that his eyes were red. He didn't want him to find out who had leaked the information. He was going to skin those untouchables alive.
"It seems that time is running out." The black-haired young man suddenly sighed.
He took a few steps back and stood precariously on the edge of the viewing platform. The wind blew into his collar, making him look particularly thin.
"But that's enough," the ghost said. "You've declared to the world that every pore of yours is dripping with blood and filth." Then he spread his arms, and amid the crowd's exclamations, he fell backward from the high viewing platform like a shot bird.
There was a strong wind.
The wind howled, blinding everyone. All they could hear was the resounding crash of something collapsing. When the dust settled, the tall, magnificent viewing platform had collapsed into a hideous ruin. Everyone began running towards the wreckage. Those at the front, following the faint groans, found a figure lying in a pool of blood.
It was the Governor. He wasn't dead yet, his lower body pinned down by a massive wooden beam, his upper body still struggling to climb out. Seeing someone rushing towards him, he stretched out his dying hand, "Help..."
The other party punched him in the face.
"You killed Mr. Nova!"
It was a ragged civilian with red eyes, beating hard on that piece of noble flesh.
More people rushed forward, punching and kicking him. There were civilians, and even soldiers who took the opportunity to kick people. By the time more soldiers arrived and finally restored order, the governor had already died with his eyes wide open. His lower body was crushed, and his upper body was even more horrible, almost rotten flesh. His head had even been torn from his thick neck.
After everyone carefully moved away the wreckage of the collapsed viewing platform, they saw two more bodies under the rubble, one belonging to General Catheran and the other to the warlock who attacked the ghost.
As for the ghost, he mysteriously disappeared without a trace, and even his body was never found.
So, is he still alive? Everyone couldn't help but have a secret hope in their hearts.
In…Port Morris?
…
Mr. Ghost, the beloved lover, was struggling to free his head from the arms of his savior. His hair was tangled by the wind, and the savior was carefully feeling him all over, making sure that his lover was not hurt at all, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Enough, stop touching me--" His old enemy struggled in dissatisfaction in his arms, but when he found that they were suspended in mid-air with nothing under their feet, he immediately hugged his neck tightly, wishing he could cling to him all over, and the moment he could just expose his claws and dig into his flesh.
Azuka calmly hugged the thin waist in his arms with one hand and rubbed the back of the other's neck soothingly.
"Don't worry, with you personally protecting me, what can happen?" The tyrant, who found himself with nowhere to escape, was muttering in his ear with some dissatisfaction - even the warlock who took action was dead, and the other party was not crushed to death by the sudden collapse of the viewing platform. It was naturally someone who did it.
He thought for a moment, then grumbled to the others, "...Well, other than my arm being sore from holding the gun and my shoulder aching from the recoil."
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