Chapter 164 Explosion
"...If the evil god succeeds in descending, the disaster it causes could spread to the entire city of Tingen..."
In the gray fog that enveloped him, Angel saw a figure in a windbreaker, leaning against the wall, speaking in a prayer posture.
The somewhat unreal voice gradually faded away, and then the fog dissipated, and she could see the crowded crowd around her again.
Forcing himself to calm down from the chaos, Angel quickly sorted out the news he had just heard in his mind.
The evil god is about to descend, and the target location is even at the Nighthawks’ base not far from here?
She subconsciously turned her gaze towards the north. Behind a few low buildings was the Blackthorn Security Company. At this moment, the sky in that direction was clear and the sun was shining brightly. There was no trace of the "evil god" at all.
But the image in the gray fog just now was undoubtedly the work of Mr. Fool. He shouldn't deceive himself, at least not in this kind of matter...
And Angel was certain that the figure in the prayer posture in the previous picture was Klein Moretti, who was about to attend the celebration with her today.
I didn't expect Klein to also chant the Fool's name and become His follower... Was it after I recommended Him to the Fool, or had he already become a follower of the Fool but just never joined the Tarot Club?
Without time to think about it, Angel could only assume that the information was true. There was only one thing to do now.
Send Melissa and Benson away, then return to Blackthorn Security and join the fight!
"Melissa, Benson, come with me."
She took Melissa's hand and spoke to Benson, who was listening carefully to the speech.
The two men looked at Angel with doubt at the same time, but then nodded at the latter's serious expression.
The three of them squeezed through the crowd and left the crowded park square amid Councilman Maynard's passionate speech, crossed the trail, and came to Red Moon Street.
"Listen, Mr. Benson," Angel loosened his grip on Melissa's hand, glanced guiltily at her red wrist, and continued, "Take Melissa away from here immediately in a hired carriage. The farther the better. The steam train might be too late. Hurry to the docks and take a boat out of Tingen City. If...if Tingen City is alright, come back tomorrow."
After saying all this in one breath, Angel waved to the hired carriage parked on the side of the road. The coachman saw that business was coming and walked over here with his horse.
Turning around, she realized that Benson and Melissa were looking at her as if they had just met her.
"Can I ask what happened?"
It was Benson who spoke. Unlike Melissa, he didn't show his doubt and worry on his face, but his tone was still a little hesitant.
Angel looked at the Moretti siblings, listening to the faint "My goal isn't just to become mayor" speech coming from afar. He took a deep breath, put the "evil god's arrival" rhetoric back in his mind, and replied vaguely:
"Something extremely dangerous is about to happen in the North District, and possibly throughout Tingen City. If handled properly, no one will be hurt. But if the worst happens..." She looked at Benson, whose eyes were gradually widening, and said slowly, "At least I hope you can survive."
As soon as she finished speaking, Melissa asked anxiously:
"What about Klein? Is he the same as you?"
"……Yes."
Angel closed his eyes and nodded. Both the brother and sister knew that they worked in the same company, so there was no need to lie.
"Okay, Melissa, stop asking." Benson put his hand on Melissa's shoulder and forced a smile. "We'll head to the docks now, find a speedboat, and leave Tingen as quickly as possible. We'll get as far away as possible and come back tomorrow."
As if to reassure Angel, he told him what he was going to do next, one by one, and then pulled Melissa, who still wanted to ask more questions, into the hired carriage waiting nearby.
Seeing that the two men did not ask too many questions but got on the carriage obediently, Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief. She signaled to the waiting coachman that he could leave, and she took two steps back and took a last look at the carriage.
The car window on this side was opened, and Melissa's little head poked out. Her black hair was stuck in the window gap, but she didn't care.
"You will definitely come back safely, right? And bring Klein with you?"
The girl's crying voice came.
Angel smiled.
"Of course, I promise."
…
After watching the hired carriage quickly leave, Angel turned around and the forced smile on his face immediately disappeared.
How could she make any guarantees when facing an evil god that was about to descend?
Looking at the congressman waving his arms on the high platform not far away, and the citizens crowded around him, not knowing whether they were moved by the speech or looking forward to the subsequent activities, Angel shook his head.
The dense crowd here is only a few hundred meters away from the Blackthorn Security Company. If the evil god really descends on Tingen, they will definitely not be spared.
But there was no time to evacuate the people now. There were tens of thousands of residents in the North District. Unless Lanevus's plan was successfully stopped, what difference would a few hundred more or less make?
Just as Angel was about to bypass the crowded crowd and head to the Blackthorn Security Company, the gray fog appeared in front of her again, and the hazy but familiar figure appeared.
"Megose has left Blackthorn Security Company and is heading towards the nearby park. She's emotionally unstable. I think the evil god is about to descend."
The scene appeared and disappeared quickly. Before Angel could react, the gray fog wrapped around Klein's figure and disappeared.
Central Park...
Angel stopped and looked at the noisy crowd around him, his heart slowly sinking.
There is no doubt that Megose, or the evil offspring in her belly, is targeting the dense crowd in the park.
No matter what kind of evil ritual it is, human life is the best sacrifice. This is true for the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society...
Contact the police department now to evacuate the crowd here?
She glanced around the park and saw only one patrolman walking past the corner, oblivious to what was happening in the park.
“It’s too late…”
Angel muttered to himself, gritted his teeth, and stomped forward, aiming at the dense crowd next to the podium.
"Please make way, please make way..."
The crowd, their backs turned to Angel, was shoulder to shoulder. Even a Sequence 7 Beyonder couldn't advance any further. Not wanting to waste any more time, she simply lifted the hem of her skirt and drew Bloodthirst from the holster strapped to her thigh. She raised the pistol as the gazes of the passersby shifted from amazement to surprise, and finally to panic.
"Bang--"
The roar of the large-caliber pistol instantly quieted the noisy square, and Maynard on the podium was scared back into his throat at the end of his speech.
The crowd that was packed just now suddenly retreated, forming an open space next to Angel.
"I'm going to count to three and then give a bullet to a few lucky people," she said, putting on what she thought was her most charming smile, a hint of malice in her words. "So, who will be so lucky?"
She lowered her gun, crossed her "thirst for blood," and aimed at the crowd.
"three!"
Bang--
As the second gunshot rang out, the bullet grazed the scalp of the nearest man and the stunned crowd let out a "boom". The chaotic sounds of footsteps and cries spread from near to far, igniting the entire park square.
Under the threat of death, the crowds crowded and fled in all directions, trying to stay away from this woman with a beautiful face but a crazy smile, and then passed the fear to people farther away who didn't understand what was happening, and then made them stay away from the square and the park.
Putting away his already stiff smile, Angel looked at the rapidly decreasing number of people in the square with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the podium and looked at the congressman who was protected by bodyguards and staring at him in amazement.
"Why are you still here?"
Angel asked, curious about the councilman's courage.
As if thinking he could communicate with this crazy lady, Congressman Maynard pushed aside two bodyguards, walked forward, stood at the edge of the podium and looked down at her.
"I……"
As soon as he opened his mouth to utter a word, this pillar of the new party in Tingen City, the powerful man who was about to run for mayor, exploded.
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