It's midnight in Sydney.
The night was as dark as ink, and the air seemed to be filled with a stuffy humidity. The lighthouse on the distant coast flickered with a faint light, making the whole night even quieter.
The streets of Sydney were deserted, with people returning home cautiously in groups of two or three. The bars and nightclubs that had been partying all night long were closed due to lack of customers.
The ashes in the Sydney funeral home are still burning, and the screams from a few days ago still seem to echo in our ears. Every Sydney resident living by the sea will never forget what happened yesterday.
Only the rich people living in the downtown area don't care about these things, thinking that their residence is far away from the ocean and they have enough time to evacuate.
The street lights stretched the shadows on the roadside very long. Old George walked out of the door mysteriously, holding an exquisite pistol in his arms. He looked around cautiously, looking a little sneaky.
Old George walked between light and darkness, wandering through the streets and alleys of Sydney. He came to the back door of a bar through a secret door and knocked gently a few times.
Although the knock on the door was very light, it was rhythmic.
“Crack—”
The wooden door opened, and a blonde woman poked her head out. She glanced at Old George and immediately said, "Old George, you're finally here. Come in."
After saying that, he welcomed Old George in.
Old George didn't hesitate at all. He walked straight into the wooden door, passed through the long and narrow corridor, and arrived at the bar.
There were already quite a few people in the bar. At a glance, there were about a dozen people of different skin colors.
"Old George, you're finally here."
As soon as Old George entered the bar, he immediately caused a burst of cheers. Seeing this, Old George quickly put his finger to his lips and made a "hush" sound, and then the people quieted down.
Seeing this, Old George put down his package, looked at the people around him with a amiable expression, and said, "The hateful capitalists have been conducting more and more raids recently. We should reduce our gatherings to avoid any problems."
"Old George, ever since that incident, I haven't been able to sleep all night. I can only fall asleep by listening to the voice of the Lord." A sentimental-looking blonde woman said, "For a gathering like ours, the Sea God should protect us, right?"
Old George opened his arms with an expression of fraternity, and then said seriously, "Yes, we are all true believers in the existence of the Sea God. The reason we were able to survive a few days ago was because God chose us."
"We are all chosen by God. Once His glory shines upon this land, He will naturally bestow His supreme power upon us."
Old George shouted, "The God of the Sea is with us!"
"The God of the Sea is with us!"
The song was so moving that everyone cheered.
Amidst the shouting, everyone's expressions had become somewhat crazy, and at this moment, Old George's eyes revealed a hint of complexity, and he was silently repenting in his heart.
A few days ago, he had vowed to build a statue for the Valkyrie and become her most loyal believer.
However, that night, he had a dream.
In his dream, he seemed to fall into the deep sea.
It was freezing cold, pitch black and quiet, and the choking sea water kept pouring into his body through his nostrils and ears.
In this endless darkness, Old George struggled, but to no avail.
It feels like a drowning person who cannot float to the shore no matter how hard he struggles.
In the deep sea, no one will help you, and all that awaits you is eternal and endless sleep.
Old George was scared.
He was afraid he would never wake up again.
I am afraid that I will be lost in this deep sea forever and suffer such pain forever.
In the deep blue sea, Old George didn't know how much time had passed. He just felt that it had been a very long time. When he was a little crazy, a coffin suddenly appeared in front of him.
That's right, a coffin.
It seemed that someone was locked in the coffin. Old George didn't know who it was, but the moment he saw the coffin, he knew everything.
If you want to survive, you must become a running dog of the ocean, a pioneer for the king, and a traitor.
Although there was no communication, old George understood very clearly that this was what the coffin wanted to express.
After waking up from his sleep, Old George was out of breath. Holding a lucky mentality, Old George did not take action immediately.
On that day, nothing happened, as if nothing had happened.
However, that same night, Old George returned to that horrible place again.
Bone-piercing cold, endless darkness...
This feeling really made Old George want to be neither alive nor dead. After struggling for a night, Old George really didn't want to go back to that time again.
From then on, Old George began to use the "favor of the Sea God" as an excuse to win over and coax some of the survivors of the disaster a few days ago to work for him.
Taking advantage of people's fear to win their hearts is surprisingly effective in situations of ignorance and stupidity.
Old George was originally just a social parasite who had no education, could not find a job, and could only work as a janitor at the door of the port warehouse at his old age.
But under the threat of a life worse than death, he quickly transformed from a social parasite into a master of demagoguery.
“Huh~”
The memories gradually disappeared from his mind. Old George exhaled heavily, looked around at the crowd that had already gone a little crazy, and couldn't help but smile.
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