Chapter 118-117- General
He invited Miss Wuming to sit in the large, leather-covered chairman's chair behind the glass door and enthusiastically brewed a pot of Ceylon black tea. Although the other party had no intention of drinking a sip, Colby ignored the shocked and confused looks of his subordinates and tried his best to be polite.
Then he smiled flatteringly and said, "The General is the king of Rustbone's western region. Most of the cities along the border are under the control of the Ghost Hand Society. But... to be honest, we, the directors of local industries, can't actually contact the General on our own initiative. We all have to wait for the General to give us notice."
Then, seeing Yvette narrow her eyes, he hurriedly said, "But, but it's not completely hopeless! The 'General' is looking for two people in Fosjiang these days... uh, not including you, Miss Nameless. There will be an action meeting here soon. Besides me, the directors of nearby cities will also attend, and the General himself will be there. This is the only chance..."
"Who are you looking for?" Yvette's mind moved.
"They said there were two little girls...any more...I really don't know! Confidential! Absolutely confidential! That's all I know...There should be more information revealed at the action meeting." Colby said confidently.
The information he provided to Yvette was a typical selective disclosure. He omitted the fact that the general wanted to kill Wuming, so as to prevent Wuming from linking the assassination incident in Neon Nightmare that he had just experienced to him. The same was true for other aspects.
However, he still seemed to be very cooperative, as if he knew everything, which made Yvette's interrogation process extremely smooth.
So, after thinking about it, Yvette decided to change the original death penalty on the spot to suspended death sentence for this gang involved in human trafficking.
Because she suddenly thought that they might still be able to be used at this moment.
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Since Colby and others' terminals were cleaned out very well, not many clues were left. After checking, Yvette left the "Red Hot Chili Peppers" nightclub, apparently preparing to plan the "Ghost Hand Action Meeting" in two days.
When the silver-haired girl's figure disappeared in the inky darkness outside the window, Colby sank into the cold leather sofa, breathing heavily.
"Brother! What happened to that woman just now?" the eight younger brothers couldn't help but ask. In Rustbone, due to information control issues, the renowned mercenary Nameless in the United States was relatively unknown in Rustbone. If it weren't for the death of Dead Eye Bryce and the general's mission, even Colby wouldn't have gone out of his way to gather relevant intelligence.
"She is the 'nameless' who killed Bryce, and the one the general wants to kill." Colby smoked a cigarette, as if thinking about something, and shadows fell from his deep eye sockets, covering his eyes.
"She is Wuming?" The eight men were shocked and thought to themselves that it was a good thing they didn't take action just now. He couldn't even beat a monster like Bryce, so they were not very confident even if all eight of them attacked him together.
Colby didn't say anything. He walked to the window and looked out. After confirming that Wuming was not lying outside and eavesdropping, he closed the window. The previous fear and flattery disappeared, leaving only a cold and vicious look with a hint of contempt.
He sneered in a low voice and said, "Hmph, it's a good thing she's just a novice. She's too soft-hearted and doesn't even know how to silence her... Let the general kill this overconfident little girl."
The communication between the supervisor and the general is one-sided, which is already a semi-open secret and one of the reasons why the general is so elusive.
But one thing he didn't mention was that not all managers were unable to contact the general. For example, Colby, a local boss in Fosse River with outstanding industrial performance, was one of the few "favorites" who controlled the communication channels with the general.
He had just concealed the matter on purpose because he wanted to set a trap for the silver-haired girl with the general. Once he succeeded in capturing her, he would appear on the stage as a victor. He didn't even dare to imagine how wonderful the expression on that unknown lady's face would be.
Moreover, this is an open conspiracy, because the general only appears once. Even if the enemy knows it is a trap, they will still step into it. This is the most pleasing thing.
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The rain had stopped at three in the morning.
Crossing the deserted streets and stepping through puddles, Colby arrived at the entrance of Soulfire Church. He opened the car door and was greeted by a gust of damp, icy air. He took a few breaths, calming his still nervous state. He then crossed the empty square in front of the church and walked to a small door at the edge.
Behind this small door was a forest path, leading to a hidden back entrance of the Soulfire Church. Upon learning of this method of contacting the general, he was shocked, believing that the general was indeed connected to the church. However, this was his first time actually using this method.
After looking around and making sure that there was no one around, Colby pressed the doorbell. A moment later, a deacon wearing a black hood came over, opened the door for him without saying a word, and let him in.
Colby had no idea how the deacon could tell his purpose. He let him in without asking him what he wanted to do. He could only sigh that the general was so powerful that his cooperation with the church had reached such a deep level.
After the deacon returned to patrol, he continued walking until he reached a small entrance at the back of the church. The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open and entered the back half of the church. The corridor was filled with the scent of aged wood. Walking straight ahead, he found a special confessional. This confessional was usually under maintenance and closed, but it was precisely Colby's destination.
He walked to the door of the confessional, pushed it open, pressed a switch on the wall, and waited quietly. About half an hour later, Colby heard someone walk in from the other side of the confessional's grid-like partition wall, followed by a low and hoarse male voice: "Colbey, what do you want to talk to me about?"
This is the general's voice!
Colby's heart trembled, and he immediately reported, "General, that nameless woman... found me! I hired the Neon Nightmare assassin to take her out... but it seems I failed! I'm so sorry! She forced me to tell you about the meeting in two days. She'll probably come to you that day, and I'm a little worried..."
A deep silence fell across the compartment. It was not until a long time had passed that the general's voice came again: "Anything else?"
“No…no more…”
"I see."
Is that all? After waiting for a moment, Colby was a little surprised when the general didn't say anything more. He'd thought he'd helped set up an ambush, or at least make amends, right? He hadn't expected the general to react so calmly, as if Wuming wasn't the one targeting him.
As expected of a general, he has everything under control... He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his mission was finally accomplished. He turned around, rubbed the door handle, and opened the iron door of the confessional.
The dim corridor wall lamp outside the door cast a stingy, dim light.
And just as he walked out of the confessional, suddenly, a sharp green light flashed across his neck, severing his head! Colby felt a chill on the side of his neck, and his vision suddenly rolled and turned upside down. The last thing he saw was his own fat body slowly falling over.
The General is here... Am I dead?
how so?
He thought blankly until the last moment of his consciousness faded, when he saw that familiar silver hair flashing out from the shadows.
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Without looking at the headless corpse next to her, Yvette emerged from the shadows, walked into the confessional, looked at the wooden partition that divided the confessional into two, then stretched out her hand, created a green vortex, and tore the partition into pieces.
Broken dust mixed with fine wood chips spread out, but the person behind the wall remained standing there, motionless.
When the dust cleared, what entered Yvette's sight was the face of the requiem priest Hoyle Koth.
But Yvette knew that this was not Hoyle himself, because his current state was really weird, his face was as stiff as a wax figure, and there was a faint green light flashing in his eyes. He looked like he was possessed by an evil spirit.
No wonder Hoyle suspected that someone in the Soul Fire Church was colluding with the Ghost Hand Society but was unable to find out... Yvette thought, if this colluder was herself, how could she find out?
"Good evening, Miss Noname," the general controlling Hoyle's body said calmly, seemingly not surprised at all, nor angry about Colby's death. "I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."
"Should I call you General, or His Excellency Lind Benedict, the High Priest of Reincarnation?" Yvette asked calmly.
Since we knew in advance that Hoyle Koss was a third-level wizard and a necromancer, it was easy to conclude that the person who could control Hoyle in this way without him noticing was at least a fifth-level necromancer, or another fifth-level wizard who was good at soul magic.
Although the "General" of the Ghost Hand Society is scary and mysterious, it is, after all, just a large gang engaged in human trafficking. It does not seem like a job that the Three Saints or the Pope would do personally, which means that this is most likely a concurrent position held by one of the five great reincarnation priests of the Holy Spirit Sect.
At this time, combined with the "general's" sphere of influence, it can be immediately inferred that the general's true identity is the direct superior of the requiem priest Hoyle, Lind Benedict, one of the five great reincarnation priests, because he is the only one who is the highest leader of the Rusted Bone Western Diocese.
"You're quick to react," the general said coldly, but he didn't deny it.
"I thought you were going to make some excuses," Yvette said.
"That's not necessary," the general said matter-of-factly. "Anyone who knows my identity will die. I'm not worried."
"I'm an expert on the Internet. It only takes a short time for this information to spread to the point where even the old lady at the village entrance will know about it," Yvette reminded him.
"You won't have that chance." The general's tone gradually changed, taking on a hint of coldness, as if he were issuing a notice. He said contemptuously, "Now, prepare to face the final moments of your life, Miss Noname."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yvette heard a violent noise coming from outside. She looked out the window next to her and saw countless snow-white bone arms crawling out from under the soil of the church garden, with their five fingers spread out towards the night sky, like white bone grass all over the mountains, wriggling and swaying in the evening breeze.
(End of this chapter)
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