Embers of Embers

Chapter 9 The Shrike's Iron Thorns
Where there is light, darkness is born.
Before the emergence of the lower town, the evil of Old Dunling was spread in every dark corner. No matter how many soldiers the iron snake carried, no matter how many corpses were thrown into the Thames, nothing changed at all.
The upward steam tower carries the world's most advanced technology through the clouds, and the darkest evils are fermenting in the fog below. Until the emergence of the Lower City, the evils that have no place to vent finally have a place to be released. Those dark evils are fermenting in the fog below. All the things were gathered in that dirty place, and the whole old town was in a false holiness.
Xiacheng District is so special that people have to feel mysterious.
Also because of the particularity of the lower city, there are several default rules in the Suaran hall, one of which is that police officers are prohibited from entering the lower city. Kill a police officer who enters rashly.
The mounted police did not dare to enter rashly, they were waiting for the next order.
Lorenzo felt uncomfortable amidst this. It was obvious that this group of people came here for the group of suspects. It was a perfect cooperation. No matter how much commotion they caused in the outer city to cover their traces, as long as they entered In the lower city, with so many desperadoes watching, the mounted police could only let them go.
Originally, everyone was only at a stalemate with each other, but after Eve killed the gang member, a fight was about to break out.
"Run!"
The situation was urgent, Lorenzo could only shout this sentence, and then the piercing gunfire sounded.
The gangsters began to open fire, with miscellaneous firearms, mostly homemade, and various projectiles flying everywhere.
Eve swooped and rolled behind the iron snake's remains. Her ears were filled with the sound of metal hitting each other, tearing her eardrums.
Lorenzo had hid behind the iron snake before her. He was a man of action, and words always followed actions.
"How to do!"
The young police detective was obviously panicked. She didn't expect that her first day on the job would be so exciting.
"Wait, if I tell you to run later, you just run! Do you understand?"
Lorenzo yelled, trying his best to make his voice clear amid the gunshots.Eve was still useful to him, he couldn't just let Eve die.
Pointing to the line of mounted police behind him, Lorenzo called out to her.
"Run there. You are also a police detective and they will not leave you alone. As long as you cross that line, these thugs will not dare to attack you!"
This is also one of the rules. People from the lower city are not allowed to enter the outer city. In the eyes of Old Dunling, they are just a group of stowaways. According to the law, all police detectives have the power to kill any thugs who enter the outer city without permission.
Chaos, but bound by iron laws.
Shrike had said all this, and the Lower Town only existed because Old Dunling needed it.Old Dunling is a huge, crazy city. It is prosperous and beautiful, but there is always some garbage that needs to be dumped. In the past, it was dumped in every corner, but now it is concentrated in the lower city.
A trash can.
This is how the Shrike always described the land he ruled.
There are many secrets hidden in the gray-blue eyes, and Lorenzo is a man entangled in secrets.
"Run, girl!"
He slapped her on the body, and before he could feel the girl's softness, Lorenzo came out forcefully with a shotgun in his hand.
Pulling the trigger is like a starting gun.
Eve unknowingly began to believe everything Lorenzo said. When he stepped out with the gun, Eve ran backwards. Guns were fired and police whistles were fired, and a new round of chaos unfolded.
The bullet penetrated the head, and the broken shrapnel knocked down several people nearby. Blood splattered everywhere, which was extremely gorgeous.
The thugs rushed up with homemade weapons. Although the order they received was just to stop the pursuit of the mounted police, but now someone is dead, they must make Lorenzo and Eve pay the price.
Lorenzo managed to dodge the rusty sharp blade, and then Winchester roared, smashing his upper body to pieces.
They are not Wall, their bodies have not undergone that weird change, and ordinary flesh and blood bodies cannot withstand this shot... After all, this weapon was not designed to kill people when it was originally designed.
It's such a familiar and exciting feeling. The unique smell of blood permeates the dirty streets. It's like being awakened. It feels like my blood is getting hot.
The gunfire continued.
Lorenzo has never been a good person. This is the conclusion he came to after thinking about it every night, so he was merciless when he started.
There was a continuous blast of whistles. They were iron whistles specially made by Su Yalan Hall. They could emit scales of different frequencies. Most of the mounted police used this to communicate in emergencies. It was like a simple Morse code, with several different paragraphs. A whistle can quickly convey important information.
They are communicating, communicating frequently.
Lorenzo had spent a long time learning this top-secret communication method. Although he couldn't fully decipher it, he could barely understand some simple commands from the iron whistle.
After the quick short whistle, there was a long whistle, and Lorenzo smashed the head of the strong man in front of him with a shot, and then felt a little pressure.
He understood the whistle, and the follow-up mounted police were about to arrive.
……
Press held the reins tightly, facing the strong wind with a sad look on his face.
He followed the mounted police who were quickly arriving in the lower city. Pres didn't care about any cases at the moment. What was more important than the case now was Eve.
As Lorenzo said, Eve is an aristocrat. As a senior police detective, Press was ordered to bring such a newcomer, which can also see Eve's extraordinary status.
Eve can't die, once she dies, those damn nobles will kill him alive.
Of course, Pres had a bigger worry in his heart, about Lorenzo.
He always felt that he had seen this damn detective somewhere. After thinking hard, a familiar figure gradually appeared in front of him. Just thinking about it gave him a chill.
Price wasn't sure of his inference, but he didn't dare to deceive himself like that. The rifle was loaded and hanging on the side, and a fully loaded revolver was stuck in his waist. He felt like he was about to go to the battlefield.
After all, what you are about to face is one of the weird things in the lower city, so you can’t be too prepared.
Even now, Price feels that it was the most vicious case he has ever experienced. Blood soaked the ground in the fog, and corpses and bloody water filled the Thames River.
Press will never forget that figure, one of the main characters of the Red River tragedy, Ironthorn of the Shrike.
Slowly picking up the rifle with rough hands, Price could already see the blockading mounted policemen from a distance. Price knew they were coming.
Picking up the iron whistle in his mouth, the long and loud whistle penetrated the red sunset.
As the iron whistle sounded, the mounted policemen who had been watching coldly raised their guns one after another, and the black muzzles formed a wall of death.
With the roar of bullets filling her ears, Eve never looked back since she started running. She didn't know why she believed Lorenzo, but just like following instinct, she obeyed and lived until now.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone from the end of the horizon, bathing everything in a layer of bright red misery.Eve couldn't see the faces of the mounted police clearly. They looked like dark silhouettes with their backs to the afterglow.
After the iron whistle, gunfire fired.
For a moment Eve thought she was going to die, but the bullets passed by her and shot into the center of the chaos. Then the mounted police began to advance, and the tall horses passed her side and headed towards the dirty place. go ahead.
"Eve!"
Suddenly someone called him, and a dark shadow ran past Yuhui and came to his side.
"Officer Press!"
Seeing that familiar face, Eve finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then she realized that something was wrong. With so much happening suddenly, she would definitely not be able to escape the scolding.
"Fall back, this is no longer your place."
Price had a solemn look on his face, holding the rifle in his hand. Although he was talking to Eve, his eyes were always fixed in front of him, staring there.
"I……"
Eve wanted to say something more, but was immediately interrupted by Press.
"That person may be Iron Thorn, and you, a newcomer, are not allowed to participate. Get out of the way!"
Iron Thorn?
As if something had been touched, Eve seemed to remember this word, but for a moment she couldn't remember what it was. Then Price crossed her, raised the rifle in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun burst into flames.
No matter how violent the thugs were, they were still weak against the firepower of the regular army. The battle ended after a short time. The entire area was cleared and all the arrested thugs were tied up.
The impact of this incident was greater than anyone imagined. Victoria Central Hospital suffered a fire, a steam tram derailed, and a firefight ensued.
It's night, and huge zeppelins swim in the sky, then cast their lights, adding light to this dark area.
Price was riding on horseback, holding the gun in his hand, and glanced back and forth among the arrested thugs.
"Have you found him?"
Another mounted policeman approached slowly and said to Press.
"No... Sheriff Doners."
There was some loss and remorse in Price's eyes.
"I'm sorry to use so much police force because of my premonition."
"It's okay. It's normal to mobilize the police force for such a big fight. It's a pity that I thought I would catch the iron thorn." Chief Donas said slowly.
"But Pres, according to our intelligence, Iron Thorn disappeared after the Red River Massacre. Some people said that he died in that case, but we did not find his body. Some people said that he was sent out of Yin Erwei by Shrike. Passed."
"He's still here and I've always felt something."
Pres was adamant about the Sheriff's questions.
After a moment of silence, the Sheriff still expressed his trust in Price's feelings.
"Then why did he appear this time?"
Sheriff Donnas is a little confused. The Red River tragedy has been a dark cloud in the Suaran Hall for so many years, covering up their so-called honor. Forgotten, but back at the moment.
"I don't know about Sheriff, but I've always had this feeling." The usual lazy feeling was no longer there, and Price was serious as he had never been before.
"He has always been in Old Dunling, but he is too cunning. No one can detect him even if he passes in front of us."
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