a very dark dark guard

Chapter 124
The rest of the guards who were hiding in various places in the courtyard, pretending to be dead, wanted to escape when they saw the situation was bad.There was no poison on them, Che Cong stood on the steps outside the main hall, and stopped them in a deep voice.

There is nowhere for them to escape, and there is no place for them to hide in the Demon Cult's headquarters.

There is a labyrinth outside the headquarters, and they can't get out. There is a special search department inside, and many small animals with a keen sense of smell are kept. No matter where they hide, the small animals can find them.

The guardian ceremony cannot be interrupted, what will happen, must be suppressed, and cannot be reported to other elders and leader immediately.

The guard on duty who had just been transferred to the Yuanyuan today saw that the incident was revealed and escape was useless for a while, so he became murderous and wanted to fight for a way out.

If the main post is absent, the elders are absent, and the leader is absent, then the highest position in the sect is the vice steward of the forbidden area.

At least in terms of importance, they are more important.

So the guards rushed forward, trying to capture the deputy manager as a hostage, and took him out of the headquarters.

They did, so I reckon they thought so.

They grabbed Zhuge Wuyong, the vice-manager of the First Yuanyuan, with a knife on his neck. The sound of fighting attracted the patrol team in the church, who came to see this scene with their own eyes.

The patrol sounded its siren and called in more men to back it up.

The useless guards holding Zhuge were surrounded, and they threatened the patrol to retreat or they would kill the hostages.

It was useless for the patrol team to know Zhuge, and they lost their minds for a while. If Zhuge was useless and died because of their forceful action, although it was their duty, they would inevitably be punished afterwards.

"What are you doing in a daze? Take them down!" I sat on the top of the wall, looked at the guards and patrols who had already walked out of the courtyard, and reminded them that they could do something.

People in the patrol team also know me. I walk around the street every day, and everyone in the school recognizes my face.

They will be punished if they do anything, they choose to stand on my side, at least the leader is biased towards me.

Holding ropes and knives, the patrol rushed up to fight the guards.

Seeing this, the guard who held Zhuge Wuyong slapped Zhuge Wuyong's neck with a knife.

However, after Zhuge was stabbed, there was no blood splashed on the spot, and there was not even a small gash on his neck.

Not to be missed.

The guard failed to kill Zhuge Wuyong with a single knife, but the patrol team's knife fell right in front of him.

He barely blocked it, and took a few steps back. His forehead was cut by the opponent's blade. The cut was not deep, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to breathe, and then he kicked him with a heart-warming kick.

The numbers of the two sides are not equal, and the strength is very different. There is no hostage to block the knife for them. They were defeated and captured before half a stick of incense.

At this moment, Che Cong hurried forward to check Zhuge's useless neck, his face was full of doubts, and his eyes were not so much worried as curious and probing.

"Vice-principal Zhuge... have you practiced Iron Neck Kung Fu?" Che Cong didn't find any wounds on Zhuge's useless neck.

"I've only heard that there is Iron Head Kung Fu, but I don't know that there is Iron Neck Kung Fu in Jianghu." Zhuge Wuyong smiled, touched his neck, bowed his hands to me, and said, "Thank you, Mo Gu, for your help."

Che Cong suddenly said: "It turns out that Magu has been on guard for a long time. She is worthy of being the leader's sister. She has brains and means. I admire her!"

"A little trick, it's not worth mentioning." I waved my hand, humbly.

Che Cong also knew that now was not the time to chat, he commanded the patrol team to put the guards in the prison, and Lang Jiang was going to be put in a separate cell.

It is useless for Zhuge to stay, he is on duty today and cannot leave the Yuanyuan.

Che Cong asked me to escort the guards with him. When we get to the prison later, there are still people and things to be resolved.

Elder Xuanyuan is in charge of personnel transfer, it is impossible that there is no one from him in the prison.

I guess Che Cong was worried that the guards and Lang Jiang would die in prison if they were sent there. It was too convenient for their people to attack.

Lang Jiang and the guards of today's Yuanyuan have traces of my breath in their bodies. Their mouths are blocked, and they can't speak now.

When I was sent to the Devil's Cult Prison, the gatekeepers looked wrong, and the two gatekeepers were emotionally disturbed. I stepped forward and pressed one of them by the shoulder, exerting a slight force.

"These are suspicious people who broke into the First Round Courtyard without a warrant. These are guards who have neglected their duties. They were captured by me, the deputy manager of the car, and the brothers on patrol. Now they need to be put in prison and guarded. After the ceremony is over, they will report to the leader and a few of them. Please report to an elder, this old man, please lead the way."

While I was talking, taking advantage of his confusion, I injected air into his body.

He didn't pay attention at all, because it happened suddenly, he was emotional for some reason, maintained a calm face, nodded and bowed to salute, and hurriedly said "don't dare" and "the little one will lead the way for Mogu immediately".

In the entire Devil's Cult, only the dark hall was where I didn't go, and everyone in other places knew me.

Che Cong has been following Elder Gongsun to deal with church affairs, and has never had the chance to go to prison.

The two of us definitely didn't know the way, and didn't know where the untrialed prisoners should be kept.

The patrol team knew, but they had no right to stuff people directly into the prison.

Someone from the prison had to receive it. The guard at the door led us into the prison and asked us to wait in the lobby.

He ran to inform the warden of the prison that all the principals of the various departments had gone to attend the grand ceremony today, and the housekeepers were all deputies.

The deputy steward of the cell followed the guard quickly out of his 'office'.

While walking, I said sorry, and said a long list of polite words.

It is probably the arrival of distinguished guests, the arrival of distant guests, and the like.

I automatically ignore unimportant information and briefly explain the situation to him.

Che Cong's usual job is to prepare lamp oil, spools, toilet paper, etc. He has never done the work of arresting people.

According to modern occupations, he is a logistics civilian.

The deputy manager of the prison's attitude towards him was obviously superficial and not very respectful.

I only said a few polite words because I was the sister of the leader.

In the end, thanks to the patrol captain's blessing, Lang Jiang and others were successfully accepted.

He didn't mention a word, but he revealed a piece of information everywhere, Che Cong and I have no right to stand here and arrange work for him.

I deliberately ignored the excessive nonsense during the period, and waited for him to say whether to accept these people or not.

I didn't answer a word he handed over, so he had no choice but to rush to the topic and take Lang Jiang and others into custody.

Che Cong heard that there was something in his words, and also expected such a situation, so he deliberately pulled me along.

As a result, the deputy steward of the prison classified the two of us into one category, that is, the category of meddling and powerless.

Che Cong was a little displeased, but he had nothing to refute. He really doesn't care about arresting people, and I really don't have a position in the church.

The deputy warden in the prison politely pushed us away, saying that he had accepted us, and he must be optimistic about it, and he would report the matter to the higher authorities as soon as the ceremony was over.

I told Che Cong to go first, he is also on duty today, even if it's nothing serious, he has to keep his post.

I was the only one who was idle, took out the token Ximen Wuhen had given me, and said with a 'smile' to the deputy manager of the prison: "You are busy with your work, I am here for a stroll."

(End of this chapter)