I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 311 Bounty of 4.1 million! (k)

Old Paul hunched his shoulders and walked out of the bustling nightclub into the quiet alley behind.

As the back door of the nightclub slowly rebounded and closed under the action of the spring, the restless music and noise in the nightclub also fell silent in the cool night breeze. The moonlight slanted into the alley, casting a bright moonlight. But it also reflected the shadow that enveloped the alley.

A gust of night wind blew by, and old Paul shuddered. He lowered his head and groped around on his body for a while, then took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket. With shaking hands, he picked out a cigarette from it and stuffed it into his mouth. Inside, he took out his lighter and lit it several times without being able to light it. Finally, he flicked it angrily a few times before he managed to light it.

The flame lit the tobacco, and a faint red dot lit up in the dark alley.

Old Paul took a deep breath before exhaling the smoke with satisfaction. His whole body relaxed and his shoulders slumped down.

In fact, he wasn't cold at all, but after that day, his hand couldn't stop shaking.

Normally he was fine, but he would always tremble once he touched something. Only tobacco could barely make him relax.

If an acquaintance saw him now, they would definitely not recognize him as the tall, majestic, self-possessed man in the past. They would only think that he was a decadent dog who came out of some drug den. And all these changes , no need for any drugs, no cruel torture, just sit and watch a bloody drama.

To be precise, after that one bad night, Paul Sr. decided he would never eat meat again.

But the nightmare still lingered around him, like a ray of evil ghost wrapped around him, tormenting him tirelessly, but he didn't have any dissatisfaction with it.

Yes.

Old Paul felt that this was the retribution he deserved for his sins. It was the retribution brought about by the evil consequences accumulated over the years. The bloody drama was his trial, and the executor was the messenger of God. It was a cruel judgment to match their sins.

He was grateful to have survived, even though he suffered no less than anyone who had died.

These tortures do not hurt the body, but touch the soul.

Let him spend the rest of his life in that cruel shadow. Death may have been a kind of relief, but he could not. The messenger of the gods let him go, but did not forgive him, and he was waiting for the pending trial.

Old Paul didn't know when that would be, but the judgment would eventually come, maybe in the next moment.

He took another drag of his cigarette and walked silently out of the alley.

The reason for coming to the nightclub was that he remembered where he had seen the sign, so he informed his gang boss, and he was immediately notified to explain it himself, so he came. .

At the same time, he also dealt with his retirement affairs. He would not do the thug business again.

In the future, he might work as a spectator in a gang nightclub or in the black market.

Old Paul thought, putting his hands in his pockets, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and walked out of the alley step by step.

And just when he was about to step out of the shadow of the alley and into the dim light of the street, a joking voice came from behind him.

"We meet again, my lamb, are you lost?"

The moment he heard this voice, old Paul's eyes widened, and his whole body froze in place. The cigarette in his mouth fell on his clothes, and he didn't even notice that there was a hole in his clothes. He stopped midway as soon as he stepped out, and for a long time Don't dare to fall.

Even if there is only one step left, he can step out of the shadow of the alley and walk under the dim streetlight.

He didn't dare to take this step.

Trembling, he retracted his stepped foot, and Old Paul struggled to move his stiff steps. He turned around with his head lowered, carefully raised his eyes, and found the figure that frightened him in the shadow of the alley.

If this was a messenger from a god, it must be a cruel god.

He bowed his head, waiting in fear for his final judgment.

However, the messenger did not bring him a cruel sentence, but came to him and softly revealed his opportunity to atone for his sins.

"That sign."

Old Paul didn't know how the messenger knew and why he came to ask him, but he knew this was his chance.

Almost as soon as the messenger finished speaking, he hurriedly replied, even choking because he spoke too hastily.

"I've seen that sign on a group of gangsters. They came to our venue to sell drugs and ask for some information. At the request of the venue manager, I led someone to deal with them. , when they were buried, they found that symbol tattooed on their bodies.”

"What are they asking about?"

"It seems like a man named Bishop said he had something very important to give."

"Should I call you Bishop, or just Bishop?"

"I don't know. They said they wanted to find the bishop at the beginning. They were obviously upset. They also held an unknown object and said that as long as they wanted to, they could blow up the entire city to the sky. Let us be more careful and not mess with them. "

"Where's the stuff?"

"To the nightclub manager."

Old Paul hesitantly raised his hand, pointed to the back door of the nightclub, and said hesitantly.

Hearing this, the messenger turned around and walked towards the nightclub without hesitation.

But before he had taken two steps, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and warned: "After that, if anyone else who is similar to me comes to you and asks what I have done, just tell the truth. If you have anything, just tell the truth." What do you say, live well, we probably won’t see each other again.”

After saying this, the messenger turned into a mist and disappeared into the alley.

When he was the only one left in the alley, Old Paul realized that at some point, the cold sweat on his body had wet his clothes, and his legs were so weak that he almost fell to his knees. But it didn't matter anymore. He fell down. On the ground, I staggered out of the shadows of the alley, collapsed under the dim street lights, bathed in the bright moonlight, and seemed to be reborn.

"Where's the stuff?! You haven't found it yet, have you?!"

In the Papal City, the hub bishop, who had changed into a papal robe, was sitting in the office on the highest floor of the Papal Hall.

It is said to be an office, but more like a hall. The walls are made of snow-white marble, and the ceiling and floor are decorated with exquisite murals. Between the huge columns, there are pure gold tall candlesticks, and white candles are dancing with candlelight. .

At the end of the empty hall, there was a huge desk, and behind it, there were floor-to-ceiling windows that filled the entire wall.

The moonlight shines in from the outside, adding a spooky atmosphere to this dark hall.

The hub bishop standing behind the desk was roaring because of an annoying piece of news.

All the plans went very smoothly. They even launched an incident against the Papal City in advance and captured the Papal City beyond the plan. And their preparations for the ceremony started decades ago. Now they could start the ritual early and plunge the entire city into flames.

But the key that can start everything was lost!

The key that was expected to be given to him before everything started has not been given to him until now, and the person who kept the key has disappeared.

And the people he sent to find the key again and again came back empty-handed, standing in front of him with an embarrassed expression. Although he didn't speak, the result was self-evident.

How could this not make him angry?

After yelling, he barely suppressed his anger, sat back on the chair, and said with a cold face: "Explain what the situation is."

Originally, he thought that this time it was probably some trivial bad thing, but he didn't expect that after hearing the content of the report, he felt even worse than when he first learned that the key was lost.

"What you mean is that the most important key related to the entire ceremony is now in the hands of Gehrman, who is planning to go against us?" He summarized the report of his men while trying not to get angry.

Then he saw his subordinates nodding awkwardly.

"When we found the gangster, someone had already come to him in advance and learned the whereabouts of the key from him. After we rushed there, there were only a bunch of defeated gang members left at the scene, and the key was also there. He was not at the scene, so we concluded that that person took the keys.”

"You'd better hope he doesn't know what the key does."

The Hub Bishop said calmly.

Although he said this, he himself didn't think that Gehrman might know the function of the key. They had been hiding for hundreds of years, and everything about them had long been blurred. If you want to know the information about the key, unless you are Only members of the sect, and they must be high-level people, may have the opportunity to access this knowledge.

But this did not reassure him.

It's one thing not to know what the key does, it's another thing to have the key.

And that is not an ordinary key, but a detonation button that can send the entire city to the sky. Such a dangerous thing is held in the hands of someone who understands, and is held in the hands of a person who knows nothing. The feeling is completely different.

This is like getting a nuclear button. It really doesn't know what it is.

But no one can be sure that it won't be pressed just for fun.

"Where is he now?"

Hub Bishop took a deep breath and asked.

"The hotel, when he came out before, the killers couldn't do anything to him. Now that he has retreated back to the hotel, no one dares to touch him." The subordinate who was asked said with an expression on his face: "Our people We can’t get in, and if we take action, it’s likely to be exposed, which will be detrimental to our plan.”

Upon hearing this, the Hub Bishop closed his eyes.

After a long time, he took a breath and said softly: "Change the channel and send a direct message to all the killers. No matter who it is, who kills Herman will get 100 million. If he dares to do it in the hotel, I will give him double, and, The Holy See will provide him with asylum."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the men immediately resigned and walked out quickly.

In the hotel, Wu Shuang, who came back directly using a puppet, frowned and looked at the strange cube in his hand.

This thing is like a Rubik's Cube, but there are several irregularly protruding pieces, and there are lines all over the surface. If you gently press the protruding cubes, the entire Rubik's Cube will light up. It's very magical.

"Do you know what this is?"

In the earphones, Shikodi was also observing this strange Rubik's Cube through the monitor he hung in the room.

After watching him press down a piece of the Rubik's Cube, he asked in confusion.

Hearing this question, Wu Shuang curled his lips indifferently: "I don't know."

"Then why did you touch it?!"

“It’s fun”

Wu Shuang replied sarcastically, then asked with a smile: "Then do you know? Have you found any relevant information?"

"No, it's hard to find information on this group of cultists. It's been too long. Many of them are not even electronic, only paper. I don't know where they were lost. It takes a long time to find them. You have to wait." Shikudi He muttered, and then reminded him: "Also! Don't press it randomly."

"Okay, okay, look for it slowly. Hey, I seem to have some paper information about those cultists."

Wu Shuang remembered the cultist diary he had obtained.

In addition to recording the experience of the cultist, it also records many rituals and various items of those cultists. Maybe there is something like this.

As soon as this idea came up, Mr. A on the other side had already taken out his diary and started flipping through it.

Shikodi, who was looking for information, suddenly came back and shouted at him through the earphone: "It's not good!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Holding the Rubik's Cube, Wu Shuang felt itchy and eager to try it. When he heard this, he thought it was the cultists who had made some move.

As a result, Shikodi hurriedly said: "Your bounty has increased! It is now 100 million!"

"Hey~ It seems that we have indeed obtained something very important, which has made those cultists anxious and angry~"

When Wu Shuang heard this, he was very proud.

But what Shikodi said next made him unhappy.

"This bounty is awarded privately!"

"Any questions?"

"The Holy See sent this reward to all the killers privately across the hotel, and said that if anyone dares to do something in the hotel, the reward will be doubled! Someone is already planning to do it!"

"Ah this."

When Wu Shuang heard this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Play dirty if you can't beat him?

Damn it, you can’t afford it, right?

It's like no one has money!

On the other side, the manor was quiet at dusk, but there were extremely many people in the living room.

In addition to Mr. Jing himself, Charlie, the security director, and a group of Silent agents, plus many maids who planned to stay up late, were all gathered in the living room. They did nothing else here but simply watched TV.

On the TV, a piece of news was being broadcast.

The title at the bottom indicates the main body in bold letters.

[No. 1 on the bounty list! The reward is 50 million! 】

The host in the news was explaining the video of the battle just now, almost describing the number one on the bounty list as a legend. However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a staff member who held the A new manuscript came in a hurry, and after whispering for a while, the host resumed the broadcast.

But this time, he did not continue to explain the battle just now.

Instead, he announced a breaking news in an excited voice.

"This station has just received news! The Holy See has increased the reward to 100 million! And who dares to do it in the hotel! The reward is doubled! You can also get the protection of the Holy See! I don’t know how this poor guy provoked the Holy See. It seems that This time we are really doomed.”

(End of this chapter)