I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 150 Fighting (Part [-])
Watson, who was hiding in the dark corner of the tavern, of course noticed the gang members who were groping over from other places. He had already scouted the interior layout clearly when the tavern was still brightly lit.

He is hiding at the back door of the tavern at the moment, and his five senses, which have been sharpened by the practice of secret transmission, have clearly heard the sound of stepping on the snow from a high place. The second group of gang members are obviously more experienced, and they do not carry oil lamps , just groping towards the back door with hands and feet, hardly making any sound--almost nothing!

Even the movement of pushing the door in was extraordinarily subtle and cautious. First, he slowly pushed open a crack in the door, but he didn't go in directly, but quietly listened to the attacker inside without any movement.

Only then did the gang members outside the door safely push the gap of the back door further to the width that can accommodate one person in and out, and even threw a snowdrift near the front door to make the sound of attracting enemies, and then quickly and silently passed through the back door. He rushed in, and immediately rolled into the kitchen stove at the back door according to the terrain in his impression.

However, when he rolled to the ground and raised his head, he saw two faint flames erupting out of the darkness in front of him!

At the moment of astonishment and surprise, the adrenaline of this veteran who had been on the battlefield was secreted so quickly that he seemed to feel that the whole world seemed to slow down at this moment... Under the action of emergency response, he was also able to see clearly. See, there are two spinning projectiles slowly rushing towards him while the flames are spewing out!

He desperately wanted to turn around and dodge, and at the same time opened his mouth and shouted loudly, trying to remind his companions behind him, but he couldn't move his body no matter what. It turned out that the slow time was just his illusion, although his spirit could Movement at high speed, but the body still needs to obey the rules of physics. !
When the instant nerve response time ended, blood flowers had already bloomed in the center of his frontal bone, and the short spear he was holding tightly fell to the ground.

The companion who broke in after seeing the gunfire and sparks immediately fired several shots in the direction of the attacker. However, after the gunshots rang out, the sound of being shot was echoed back in the darkness. It was gold and iron fighting, not the dullness of hitting the flesh, and it was obvious that the warheads all hit the cooking utensils in the kitchen.

The group of gang members who came down from the second floor were all retired soldiers from the battlefield, and immediately retreated back to the back alley of the tavern after losing a single blow.

They are all well-trained thugs, they didn't care about the loss of the interior decoration of the tavern, directly lit a gasoline bottle, and threw it into the back kitchen of the tavern with a bang, the bright yellow flame followed the flow of clear gasoline, originally shrouded in a dark environment The back kitchen suddenly became abnormally bright, leaving the damn attacker nowhere to hide!
One of the big thugs directly removed the heavy door panel of the back door of the tavern, and held it in his hand as a mobile cover. Under the protection of the thick door panel shield, the follow-up thugs also lined up in a column to enter one after another.

However, what puzzled them was that the enemy's gunshots did not sound at all at this time, and they seemed to be allowed to enter so casually... Could it be that there are some traps set up in the back kitchen?

"Brothers, stay vigilant! Save your life and don't kill them all, and leave an explanation for the big boss."

The big guy in the lead said so, and the brothers behind him echoed in unison, and immediately turned their heads to scan the flaming kitchen. One person was in charge of vigilance in one direction, ensuring that there would be no omissions.

Stove No. [-]—No target found.

Below the chopping board—no target found.

In front of the warehouse—no target found.

Hall Passage - No target found.

Although the burning kitchen was filled with thick and greasy black smoke, it could not blur the eyes of these professional thugs. They scanned the entire kitchen without missing a beat, but they never found any trace of the assailant. It seemed that the other party had already fled away. , or have moved to the lobby.

However, they missed an important point... Sometimes the danger does not necessarily come from the feet, it may also come from the top of the head!
The assailant hiding above the back door of the tavern like a lizard quietly pulled out the sharp long knife embedded in the wall, and fell silently, like a poisonous spider hanging from a spider's web to kill those confused scurrying mosquitoes.

A sly knife light like a silver moon flashed across the back kitchen, followed by a sharp sound like a hot knife cutting a candle, three bewildered and ignorant heads fell to the ground. The companion's palm suddenly let go, and his neck had already felt the sharp blade wind that was colder than ice and snow.

After all, the big man was experienced in many battles, and he knew that stunned and surprised at this time were just useless emotions to hasten death, so he immediately swung his arms and drove the thick door shield in his arms to slap behind him, and at the same time let go of his hands, backing up several times. Step by step, he raised the short gun at his waist.

He pulled the trigger with one hand and suppressed the hammer with the other. Five sparks ignited from the gun flame. In the faint smoke from the muzzle of the gun, he saw that the bullets he fired were almost closely connected to the same place, blasting together. There are holes with diffuse cracks everywhere, but only the back alley covered with gray snow can be seen in the holes... The assailant has disappeared.

"Fack! Where did the people go?!!!"

Although the big man was puzzled, he would not just stand there and wait for death.

He rolled sideways and hid behind the stove. At the same time, he listened carefully to the surrounding sounds, but he could only hear the sound of crackling wood burning fire, and could not catch any movement or breathing at all, as if he was fighting against a head. Silent ghost!

"Could it be those cultists who possess supernatural power? Has the gang provoked those crazy guys recently?!"

The big man thought so, and suddenly felt that his chances of winning were extremely low at the moment, but fortunately, the welfare system of the Burton Brothers was quite complete. Even if he died here, the gang would take good care of his youngest son... so the current priority is not Instead of killing the enemy, we should try to leave clues!

He immediately took out the dagger hidden in his boots, and carved a mark on the wall of the stove behind him.

The creaking sound of the sharp blade slicing across the wall was extremely abrupt in the kitchen where there was only the sound of crackling fire.

From the corner of the corner of the big man's eyes, he also caught a glimpse of a silver light suddenly appearing on the other side of the stove. With a high degree of concentration, he immediately turned the muzzle of his gun to the silver light and fired two shots in a row. All the bullets were fired... However, the shiny silver object was not the attacker's blade, but a greasy kitchen knife with two bullets embedded in it!

A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly roared from the top of his head. Even though the big man had already raised his dagger to block the moment he realized that the bullet had missed, he still couldn't resist the attacker's slashing. The dagger made of fine steel faced The enemy's blade, as if it was butter meeting the hot blade, was easily cut off without even making a sound of sword clashing, just like his shoulder blades that were randomly split.

The pain of the severed limbs and the fear of dying rushed into his heart at the same time. The cold sweat of the big man had already soaked his clothes, but he still clenched his teeth and did not let out any screams or wailing, but stared at the scene of jumping from the stove. Seeing the black shadow in front of him, the remaining right arm also let go of the revolver, and quietly used bloody fingers to draw on the back wall... Even if I die, I will leave useful clues for the gang!
You bloody cultists just wait, the big boss will definitely avenge me! ! !
(End of this chapter)