Druid of Conan World

Chapter 135 Chapter 22, Death is Coming

"Gin, you bastard!" Hearing the blind voice coming from the phone, Belmode's towering chest rose and fell several times, and then he gritted his silver teeth and put the phone back.

It would not be surprising for him to know that he had insisted on staying in London to investigate Marlon Brando.

Because it was too much of a coincidence.

That gentleman called him to let him take action, explaining that his mission was not worth staying and taking risks in the eyes of the organization. After thinking about it, what reason does London have to attract her to stay?

"Anyway, this trip to the muddy water is decided, just wait and see!"

The torrential rain brought cool, cold air.

Belmod frowned and looked at the deserted riverside where the rain was falling so loudly outside the window that it made people panic, and he shook his head and walked towards the stairs.

The sound of footsteps echoed on the second floor of the empty factory.

Pat, clack, clack...

"Who's there?!" Belmode shrank his pupils, drew his gun and turned his head.

But after dismissing the staff, the second floor of the French fries factory was empty and silent, and there was no other person except her.

Noticing the thick-heeled sneakers on his feet, Belmode froze for a moment, then smiled speechlessly.

"What, it turned out that I was scaring myself."

"I thought I heard a second footstep, but it was just an echo."

Said that the expression on his face remained the same, and the muscles in his clothes were tensed and turned around...

Facing the stairs again, the second person was still not found.

Belmode was genuinely relieved.

Then he smiled and raised his foot...

stepped on the air.

"Eh?!"

Σ(っ°Д °;)っ

Bang!

Boom boom boom!

The woman who stepped on the ground leaned forward and fell straight towards the stairs.

The rapid secretion of adrenaline at this moment allowed her to clearly calculate that her forehead was rapidly approaching the sharp edges and corners of the concrete stairs!

This height, this angle...

"will die!"

Belmode immediately lost his soul!

Fortunately, her extraordinary reaction made her subconsciously spread her hands and grab the guardrails on both sides.

Boom!Phew!

"What's the situation? What happened?!" Xun Sheng, the person in charge of the French fries factory, arrived.

But looking at the red-haired woman on the stairs who was supporting the guardrail with both hands, as if doing a jerk, with her upper body hanging in the air and her toes resting on the stairs, with slightly trembling arms, he blinked.

"Uh... ma'am, you..."

"Nothing happened, get out!"

"Yes!"

After saying that, regardless of his subordinates, he really rolled on the ground and slipped away quickly.

Belmod: "..."

But now is not the time to despise this group of trash.

She gritted her teeth and stood up again, looking back to the second floor.

"Is it my illusion?"

"It feels like...something pushed me?"

As a well-trained organization killer, even if she is nervous, she should not lose the most basic judgment of space and distance.

This foot is empty, very problematic!

……

But no matter how much he looked at the stairs, there were no traces left except for the dust he scraped off.

Belmode had no choice but to attribute it to an accident. At the same time, he was thankful that he was wearing wear-resistant and thick leather long sleeves and leather trousers today, otherwise the skin would definitely be broken.

Rubbing his wrists and coming to the first floor, rows of assembly line machinery came into view.

Just as the distillery's pharmaceutical factory headquarters in Dongdu is really engaged in pharmaceutical business, the french fries processing factory in London is also engaged in the production of french fries.

Not finished fries though, that's generally the business of the Golden Arches.

They are only responsible for collecting potatoes for washing, cutting, bleaching, and bagging in one package. The processed potato sticks are packaged according to specifications and sent to thousands of households in London to meet their daily snacks except for French fries. need.

Small biscuits under the black tea snack?

Workers, calm down!

There is also a reason why the second floor of the factory is so empty.

Previously, it was the equipment area responsible for packaging...

This is obviously not in line with food hygiene and safety production norms.

Therefore, after being reported, all the equipment on the second floor was dismantled and moved to the small building next door. After meeting the regulations again, the productivity of the French fries factory plummeted.

This layoff in the name of evacuation is justifiable and smooth sailing.

"Uh, no." Belmode froze for a moment, then put down his hands.

"When did the regional base camp of our organization get mixed up like this?!"

Thinking of the large-scale underground illegal building of the Dongdu Pharmaceutical Factory, and thinking of the London French Fries Factory who dared not speak out when reported like a beggar... Belmode felt a tightness in his chest.

"Old Charlie didn't reply to my message today, it's not a good omen, and I only have this group of trash at hand to arrange..." Obviously what he was going to do next was so dangerous, but he didn't dare to ask the boss for reinforcements at all, Bell Mod Yang sighed deeply.

"I, it's too difficult!"

"Female... lady, get out of the way!"

"The steering wheel is broken!!"

"Eh?" Belmode looked up when he was dazed.

Then the whole body was frightened into cold sweat!

I saw a forklift carrying a large box seven or eight and a half meters long straight towards her!

The black-clothed killer in the driver's seat was full of fear. He tried his best to shake the steering wheel and tilted his body to one side, but the steering wheel remained motionless.

Belmod: "..."

Then you slam on the brakes!

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Did you buy subject [-]?

Is there no underworld in London who has learned to drive? !

Although the desire to complain is full, but now is not the time to complain.

Such a big forklift with its load was enough to crush her internal organs!

So he bowed decisively and tightened his waist and abdomen muscles, preparing to jump away.

But at this moment, that illusion-like touch reappeared!

"Nani?!"

Belmode, who had just taken off, suddenly felt something soft push his rear ankle, and his posture of floating in the air was directly out of balance, and he fell back to the ground with a "plop".

After falling together, the forklift was very close at hand, and she looked up while lying on the ground, even blocking the light!

"Oops!!"

"Ms. Belmode?!" Fortunately, the person in charge just now didn't go far.

He rushed over as soon as he heard the movement, fell down on the ground when he saw the situation, grabbed her arm and pulled it hard.

Ding ding dong!

Bang!

The tires of the forklift almost hit the soles of her feet, knocking over a row of assembly line equipment all the way, and finally stopped with smoke until it hit the wall.

At this moment, the large boxes rolled and fell, and the potatoes were scattered all over the ground.

hiss……!

Looking at the metal equipment that was directly dented, Belmode took a sharp breath.

This is not a pressure that Ruting can bear!

She almost died just now!

Died in an accident!

"Bastard, what are you doing?!" The person in charge was furious, got up and roared.

"Want to rebel?!"

He said and raised the gun.

"Me? I didn't mean it!" The killer explained anxiously with an innocent face.

"I have a task tonight, don't I? So I want to send the potatoes that I can't use up today to the freezer to freeze, so I can use them when I come back... But the steering wheel suddenly couldn't move, and the brakes..."