Shadow Apostle

A few "bang" sounds.

The street light poles were removed and the gas pipe connections were exposed.

Temporary pipelines extend from the street lights to the wellhead, continuously transporting gas to the temporary searchlights underground.

"Uh-huh."

Several climbing ropes fell from the well.

A dozen strong men fell into the well along the climbing rope, and then there was a burst of yelling from the well.

Within a few minutes, the searchlight underground swung upwards a few times, which was a signal that had been arranged in advance.

"Take it."

Monica took out two boxes of .45 pistol bullets from the supply box next to the well and threw them to Horst, then picked up two buckles and hung them on two ropes.

"This one belongs to you. I know you don't know how to use human tools, so I left."

With that said, Monica raised her sword, pulled the lock and slid it down.

"Being able to pretend and being able to use are two different concepts. At first glance, he looks like a barbarian who doesn't understand grammar."

Horst muttered in as low a voice as possible, turned Serena's wheel hard, then threw it back into the magazine, grabbed the lock and slid down.

The wind whistled in my ears, my vision turned from bright to dark, and the air quickly became polluted.

It only takes a few seconds to get your feet on the ground.

Before he could see his surroundings clearly, a hand stretched out from beside him and grabbed him aside.

"Leave the place as soon as possible after landing, otherwise you deserve to be trampled to death by your teammates."

"Thanks."

Horst then looked around.

This is not the city's main pipeline. It is located more than ten meters deep and has a diameter of only two people high. It is at most the main pipeline of the street.

Even so, there are twists and turns inside, some thick and some thin, and it is as complicated as a maze.

There were gas lamps on the walls on both sides, but the lights were like beans and the light was quite dim.

There was sewage flowing across the waterway in the middle, and the stench was overwhelming.

Police have secured the surrounding area.

The scolding just now was that the police were controlling some homeless people living in the sewers.

Now the police want to clear them up, but these people are unwilling to leave. Several of them are lying on the ground, making the police quite helpless.

"Why are there so many homeless people nearby?" Horst asked doubtfully, "Is this often the case?"

"This is the Cross District. Farmers who have lost their land are looking for hard work. Many of them will live here before they find work."

"It seems that the relationship between your Hall of Justice and these underground residents is not harmonious."

Monica sneered: "You can imagine that these people are full of thieves, robbers, liars and murderers. Everyone is a walking collection of the Kingdom's security laws. It's strange to be able to get along with them. And they also Don’t want to trust the police.”

Horst nodded noncommittally. He somewhat understood why Kant used this method to remind him of the news about the No. 4 warehouse on Wine Street.

But there is no time to think about these details now, Horst knows his mission.

He stretched out his cane and followed his memory to draw mysterious runes around his body.

Hang the pocket watch on the middle finger of your left hand, relax your body as much as possible, and let your consciousness condense into one point.

After taking William's suitcase from the police, I recalled the experience of contact with William again in my mind.

This time the speed was much faster than the first experience. It only took a few minutes for the pendant to start swinging.

Hoster then opened his eyes with satisfaction, but was startled as soon as he opened his eyes.

The other four people were already in place, staring directly at him.

"If you read any more, you'll be charged. I'm not a prostitute."

After telling a cold joke that no one understood, Horst shook the pocket watch in his left hand and pointed in the direction of the deflection of the pocket watch.

"Walk."

Monica turned around and led the team in the direction indicated. However, as soon as they turned into a slightly thin passage, they had to stop.

The pocket watch pointed toward the wall.

In other words, it may be the passage behind several walls.

This is trouble.

Several people looked at each other. No one had any experience in locating directions in the sewer, and they were completely unaware that they would encounter such difficulties.

In front of the cobweb-like underground waterway, relying on this positioning alone is of little significance.

"Let's take a look around." Monica said after a moment's hesitation, "Although the route is complicated, the approximate direction won't deviate too much. It's much faster to have a location than to search blindly."

"But the road is getting farther and farther, Officer Veronica." said Julian, a young Justice cultist.

"Go back to the entrance first."

Monica nodded and retreated to the entrance in the direction of the pocket watch, looking at the four or five intersections in front of her with some confusion.

"I have an idea." The pocket watch in Horst's hand was still swinging in the same direction, but Horst pointed in a quite different direction and said, "I suggest taking this route."

Monica frowned: "Are you sure?"

"Well, besides the mysterious guidance, I have another way to locate it." Horst hesitated for a moment and added, "Not sure, but I think it's worth a try."

"Okay." Monica didn't hesitate at all and turned to the direction Horst said on the spot. It's better to have a goal than to be hesitant.

When Horst left, he glanced back, seemingly just observing the environment, but inadvertently exchanged a look with a homeless man not far away who was being controlled by the police of the Hall of Justice.

Before making the suggestion, Horst happened to see the homeless man wink at him and indicate this passage with his eyes.

This homeless man looked slightly familiar to him. He searched his memory carefully and suddenly remembered it.

When meeting Kant, this person reported to Kant that the surrounding environment was safe and free of eavesdropping and surveillance.

He is obviously Kant's subordinate, and when he appears here, his purpose is self-evident.

The people who know the most about sewers, apart from the ditch rats in the ditches, are these homeless people.

Since Kant pointed the way once before, it is better to believe it again.

After making up his mind, Horst took a few steps quickly and caught up to Monica.

Monica glanced at him and waved her hand back.

The formation immediately changed.

Monica and Horst walked in the front side by side, followed by Bonnie holding D-372.

Further back, Julian and Bruno were guarding each other on both sides.

Bruno's hand has already been wrapped with another vine, and the vine is twisting as if alive and being dragged forward on the ground. Thin green shoots gradually grew on the vines, which were very consistent with the color of his hair.

Julian already had the rifle in his hand, and he didn't know how to operate it. The gas cylinder behind him began to buzz and vibrate, and a thin stream of steam spewed out from the waste port from time to time, making his surroundings seem to be enveloped in a layer of mist.

The sound of the police blockade has been dragged far behind, and only the footsteps of the five people are still echoing repeatedly in the dark sewer.

"This way."

This time it was in the direction the pocket watch was pointing, and there happened to be a branch of the waterway.

Although it was a bit narrow, Monica hesitated for a moment, then bowed slightly and got through.

I followed the direction of my pocket watch for several minutes on the branch road. After turning a few corners, my eyes suddenly opened up.

The branch road ends in a more open pipe.

As soon as the five people got out, they and the homeless people gathered in the corner were startled each other.

Without waiting for Monica's order, Bruno shouted: "The government people are handing out bread in the small square on Seventh Street. If you go late, you won't be able to get it."

No need to say it a second time, these people jumped up and ran faster than the awakened ones.

But just as they were leaving in a noisy manner, Horst saw one of them pressing a hand against the mud beside the wall, then shaking his dark palm, glancing towards a branch road intentionally or unintentionally, and then followed his companions Ran out together.

"Let's go from here this time." Horst pointed to the direction he had just obtained.

Monica looked at her pocket watch, which was tilted at another angle, and walked into the path pointed by Horst without saying a word.

The waterways here are more complicated. There are often three or four different branch roads leading in the same direction. The branches are so dense that it gives people a headache.

"Hiss, this place is really..."

Everyone felt their scalps were numb, and Horst also found it quite difficult.

The homeless people who helped a few times have disappeared here, and these dark sewer branch roads look completely the same.

However, just as he was thinking about countermeasures, a shrill cat meow suddenly came from a branch road.

The shadow of a cat passed by.

Then it disappeared into the darkness, leaving only two green eyes shining in the darkness.

"Qiang", Monica's sword has been unsheathed.

But her wrist was immediately grabbed by Horst. When she turned around, she saw Horst staring at her seriously and shaking his head vigorously.

"The chances of it deliberately ambushing us at this time are too low, and it doesn't seem like a hostile act. I think my judgment is correct. It's pointing the way and it shouldn't be its trap."

The green dot in the darkness then disappeared, and only a dark shadow jumped a few times before disappearing into the dark passage.

"Okay, I trust your judgment."

Relying on the trust she had built over the past year, Monica gritted her teeth, held her sword and got into the branch road. The other four looked at each other and followed in while maintaining formation as much as possible.

The moment he stepped into the branch road, the same cat meow came from deeper inside.

"Meow."