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Chapter 68 Acting
After taking the landlord downstairs, Ryan found that there were many fewer passers-by on the bustling street, only the hawkers who hawked mostly hadn't left yet, but they were all ready to run away at any time.

This made Ryan a little surprised. He thought that many people would gather to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect that all of them ran away.

But after thinking about it, he understood that although this world has the most basic primitive gunpowder, it is not common. For ordinary people, explosions usually mean that they are related to extraordinary events, so no one dares to watch the excitement .

After bypassing the street from the other side of the alley, Ryan led Mr. Landlord towards the nearby church.

The church of Dawn Church is the most recognizable in the slums. From a distance, the most magnificent and newest building is the nearby church. However, this grandeur is only compared to most of the buildings in the slums. In fact, the church built It's not an exaggeration, and it's not even comparable to the classroom Ryan was assigned to.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, after the main body went to the holy light, the mirror image Ryan inserted the wooden tip into the door lock, closed the door of the tavern, and drew all the curtains.

Mr. Miguel cleaned up the remnants very quickly. After Ryan stopped cleaning up, the light spots in his mind were still disappearing quickly.

The disappearance of Calamity believers will undoubtedly attract the attention of other Calamity bishops. No matter whether their reaction is to fight or flee, they should withdraw their vitality as soon as possible. After all, according to the current situation of Calamity Church, every believer is important to them. precious.

According to the current progress of Mr. Miguel's cleanup, the remnants on the list should be cleaned up before dark.

Calamity Bishop Black has died, and his deacons are now leaderless. Other bishops should not give up these resources.

So Ryan decided to speed up the progress, implement his replacement plan in advance, and replace the deacon's position before the Calamity Church makes the next move.

After packing up the tavern, Mirror Image Ryan rushed towards the light spot in his mind.

On the way, one of the dots belonging to the deacon in Ryan's mind disappeared, and the position of the deacon was not far from his goal. Mr. Miguel moved faster than he thought.

After ten minutes.

Ryan came to Rand Street, which is a rare "rich" block in the slums. There are basically small courtyards nearby, and there is even a small garden at the door, about the size of a bed.

Although it is completely incomparable with the single-family villas in the east of the city, the people who can live here can be regarded as high-income in the slums. After all, the rent here is as high as 2 pounds and 5 pence, which is no less than that in the inner city. Dwelling rent.

And Ryan's target, the deacon named "Warren Akram" lives at No. 38 Rand Street.

On the second floor of the gray-blue house, in the bedroom with the curtains closed.

A man with a scar on the side of his face and brown eyes as cold as an eagle sat quietly at the desk, holding a piece of letter paper in his hand.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door from downstairs. Warren paused holding the letter paper, hid the letter paper in the drawer, picked up the walking stick beside him and walked downstairs.

When he came downstairs, Warren carefully looked out through the peephole, and found that Peter was standing outside. He didn't open the door immediately, but turned around and opened several traps that had been set up in the house. After doing all this, he opened the room. Door.

"I should have told you that if there are no special circumstances, do not contact anyone." Warren stared at Ryan indifferently.

"Something unexpected happened, Mr. Warren." Ryan said anxiously, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "Two pastors came to the Kent neighborhood today, and they have already started to do it."

"Two pastors?" Warren frowned.

"I'm not sure if it's the pastor, but they started doing it on the street." Ryan's complexion was a little pale, as if he was really remembering.

"Their purpose is very clear. They seem to have grasped our position. Fortunately, I didn't sleep today. I ran away from the back door when I heard the sound of fighting."

Looking at Ryan, who was pale and panting slightly, Warren's eyes lowered slightly.

"Come in first."

"Okay." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Warren carefully into the house without showing any abnormalities.

Entering the house, Warren sat on the soft-covered sofa on the first floor, frowning, as if thinking about something.

"Tell me first, what did you see today?"

Ryan stood in front of Warren, swallowed his saliva, looked at the ground slightly free with his eyes, and seemed to recall:

"Today I was guarding the tavern as usual, business was not good last night, so I went to bed early"

Ryan probably described his experience of cleaning up the remnants of the disaster today. Of course, he recounted it from the perspective of a bystander.

These are all things he experienced personally. Although they have been edited, they are all true and can completely correspond to reality.

While reminiscing, Ryan quietly locked several corners of the house from the corner of his eye. This Mr. Warren didn't seem to trust him, and he left a lot of means in the house, and it seemed that there was even gunpowder ready to be fired at any time. .

Warren lowered his eyes and listened to Ryan's retelling, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while.

"That's the way it is, and I'll come to you right away." Ryan swallowed.

"I see." Warren paused, looked up at Ryan and said indifferently: "You can answer my second question."

"Second question?" Ryan was taken aback.

"I told you that the contact location is No. 13, Tran Street." Warren narrowed his eyes. "Except for a few other deacons, no one should know that I live here."

The mirror image Ryan didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly and looked around.

"Is there nothing to explain?" Warren stood up and looked at Ryan indifferently.

"You should be thankful that I didn't find traces of Priest Shuguang on you, otherwise you would have died when you were at the door."

While speaking, Warren approached Ryan step by step, looked at his slightly trembling body and sneered, "But that doesn't mean I will forgive you for betraying me."

"Tell me, which deacon contacted you?"

"Mr. Warren." Ryan lowered his head slightly, "Don't you have anything else to tell me? For example, what should we do next and where to retreat."

"Retreat?" Warren stood in front of Ryan and looked at him indifferently. "This has nothing to do with you."

"Is that so?" Ryan murmured, raised his head and looked at Warren with a smile, "I thought I could get some information out of your mouth, and it wasted my half-day acting."

acting?Looking at the smiling Ryan, Warren's pupils shrank.

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