The Exorcist Boy: The Book of Conviction

Chapter 96
A day later, Snow patted the last piece of soil on a small hill, and then placed a wild flower he picked up at random on it.

There was no tombstone, and there was no condolence. The ashes belonging to Jotun were buried under the earth bag, and there was only Snow in front of it.

"I'm really kind, I came all the way here, and the result is to help you bury you.

Well!But the end result is the same! "

With a grass stalk in his mouth, Snow took a final deep look at the dirt bag, and then left without looking back.

"Jihad...may be problematic."

Such doubts had left a crack in Snow's heart.

Although I don't know what the old man said in the end, it represents what he discovered.

But Snow could also feel a trace of doubt from his [Book of Conviction]'s attachment to the soul and his resistance to [INNOCENCE].

But right now, these doubts are still too far away for him.

After all, no matter what, if the jihad is defeated, human beings must be destroyed. This is Snow's natural position.

So even if there may be some darkness behind the scenes, it is not important to him for the time being.

"The mission is complete, the target has been cleared, and by the way, he has found a home for him. The location of the cemetery is..."

Finding a random place, Snow borrowed the phone inside, connected to Graeme, and dialed an unknown secret number.

This is the special line of the black crow, used to report the progress of their tasks.

"receive."

And there was nothing else on the phone except for two cold words.

"Cut! At least say something, thank you Brother Nuo!"

Snow curled his lips in displeasure. He had suffered so much along the way, but the other party didn't even express anything.

Even that bastard Comui would have said welcome home to him anyway.

But I didn't expect that Jotun would die like this. When he finished speaking the last sentence, he died simply and neatly, as if the oil was exhausted as a matter of course.

What a dramatic, wasteful trip.

Fortunately, the task was successfully completed, and Snow didn't even need to do it.

However, the road was full of ups and downs. In order to kill such a guy, Snow even had to single-handedly blow up a fleet.

Especially after fully understanding what happened, he always felt a little heavy in his heart.

Therefore, Snow felt that he needed to let off steam, such as finding something that only men could enjoy—especially exciting.

…………

"But the quality is too low."

Snow looked at the crazy dancing girl on the stage with a calm face.

Garbage with heavy makeup, breasts not as big as Phyllis, legs not as long as Li Nali, not to mention temperament, among all the women in the world, Sarah is the only one.

I don't know how the group of tough guys around me became excited about such an ordinary guy.

"Overrated here."

With a pair of dead fish eyes, Snow looked around this smoky place boredly.

Don't get me wrong, at first he was just looking for some excitement, after a period of suppressing human beings, he always wanted to vent something in his heart?
So after he returned to England, he didn't directly tell Komui about the completion of the mission. Instead, he deliberately found the largest underground black bar in the area.

This is a place full of five poisons. On the way back these two days, Snow didn't find any suspected demons.

So I can only come to this kind of place to find two villains, and see if I can get a piece of oil.

Inside this dark underground bar, it can be regarded as the dirtiest cave in the British peninsula.

Although this kind of matter is generally not handled by the church, they still collect relevant information.

And Snow has dabbled in this aspect to some extent.

Murderers, robbers, smugglers, and even flour sellers, this is not only an underground bar, but also a transfer station for crimes.

"You've come to the right place."

Snow looked at with great interest, the losing gambler who was about to go crazy in front of a gambling table not far away.

"Spades... straight flush. Hahaha!"

A gambler sitting opposite him pinched the woman in his arms fiercely and laughed triumphantly.

Then he grabbed two chips, and the prostitute who was originally looking a little bit unhappy immediately became happy.

"Come again..."

Humans, that's how it is. When certain desires are overwhelming, they will completely ignore them.

Snow fanned the pungent smell of smoke around his nose with his hand, and cast a contemptuous glance at the skinny man beside him.

"Hey! Dead smoker, get out and smoke."

However, the smoker with a fairy face and a pipe in his hand ignored Snow, and was still sitting there intoxicated, puffing.

"Hey?"

What Snow hated the most in his life was when someone let him inhale second-hand smoke, or second-hand smoke.

It wasn't until this time that the other party glanced at him lazily.

"Little boy, I think you are..."

"Snapped!!!"

Before he finished speaking, with the sound of his head touching the glass bottle, he threw himself straight on the ground like a dead ghost.

"Little boy is also called by you. That dead face of Shentian is very good at hitting, I can bear it, but you dare to scold me just because you are a useless person?"

While cursing, Snow picked up the heavy smoker's hair, and then slapped it on the bar counter vigorously.

"Hey! New here, don't you understand the rules? This bar doesn't allow trouble.

Get out of here quickly! ! ! "

The commotion soon attracted the attention of the security guards, and two tall and thick guys with beards walked towards Snow.

This group of guys had very sophisticated eyesight, and they could tell at a glance from Snow's behavior just now that he came here on purpose to provoke trouble.

Although the carnival was still going on in the bar, many people around had already started whistling and got ready to watch the excitement.

"I think you're really impatient, you're making trouble in our Mafia gang's yard, you little boy, I'm telling you to get the hell out of here!"

The two big men who rushed over found that Snow was sitting there unmoved, and couldn't help feeling angry. Are they looking down on them?

It was covered with black hair all the time, and the big dirty hand grabbed Snow.

A second later, there was a sound of something snapping.

The guy who stretched out his claws knelt on the ground and covered his arms, wailing with snot and tears, begging Snow not to kill him.

"Where did the four-finger dog thing go?"

The other guy standing on the side looked in horror at his companion whose arm was broken with one hand.

The guy who's howling on the ground right now, by his own account.

"I have won the underground black boxing death cage, the black boxing champion with 16 consecutive victories!"

The black boxing champion who has won 16 consecutive victories, unexpectedly only let someone use one hand, and pouted his arm.

Moreover, most people dare not call the name Four Fingers.

That was the nickname of their boss, but now anyone who knows anything in the Tao has to be honored as Four Fingers Black Hand.

After all, he can be regarded as a well-known figure in the underground underworld in the entire British Peninsula.

However, those who dare to call them the boss are generally divided into two types.

Compared with them, they are very powerful and powerful upper class figures, or they are very arrogant and underground carrion corpses who died miserably.

From the looks of it, the fair-looking young man in front of him should be the former.

But now they couldn't figure out each other's attitude at all. This menacing appearance might be the enemy, and now the boss of the black hand happened to be upstairs.

What if he came here to seek revenge?This guy looks like he can play.

"It also means being loyal!"

After seeing the other party's hesitation, Snow reached into his arms again, and then groped for a long time in the pocket full of all kinds of bits and pieces.

Finally took out a dirty gadget.

That thing is a wooden sign, but it has a hand with only four fingers printed on it.

(This is the sign issued by the boss.)
The minions who saw this sign didn't dare to slack off, took the sign and ran upstairs in a hurry, leaving behind my companion who was still begging for mercy with snot and tears.

"Why don't you just dislocate your arm, why are you howling so badly?"

Snow stood up and glanced at the burly man on the ground clutching his arm. This guy was completely ostentatious.

"It looks very fierce, and this tattoo... and the dragon on the horse?"

Pulling the opponent aside, he inadvertently saw the lizard dragon on his chest.

"Why do you want to tattoo a broken one? What about the remaining half?"

Snow despised that guy's howling was too ugly, so he simply used force, and then snapped back his dislocated arm.

"It hurts too much halfway through the tattoo, I can't take it anymore, so I don't want to get tattooed anymore!
what! ! !It hurts...it hurts! "

Seeing the aggrieved look of the 1 meter tall black-chested hairy man, Snow couldn't help but slapped him hard.

What a shame! !

After a minute, the strong man who ran up before slipped down with small steps.

This time, he changed to a respectful and flattering face.

"Having eyes is not Taishan, hehehe, the little one is blind, honored guest, our boss invites you to go up."

After speaking, he took the lead and led the way.

"Hey, these four fingers seem to be floating! How dare you let me go up to find him.

Tut tut tut!Interesting. "

Snow originally thought that the other party would come down to pick him up, but he didn't expect to invite him up without even showing his face.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, I was looking for him this time just to ask something.

Although this kind of place is mixed with fish and dragons and full of smog, it is often a transit point for illegal operations.

Selling stolen goods... intelligence, all kinds of shady transactions are basically related to these places.

For some information that cannot be collected on the bright side, the mice in the burrow will always have some special methods.

In other words, those who are able to do this job in this place often have their own unique skills in a certain aspect.

And Snow wanted to inquire about some information, but he had also realized this information before, and it seemed that the information could not pass through the hands of the Black Order.

Then consider the local ground snake, it may be a good choice.

After being taken upstairs by this little guy, they wandered around to a place that looked like an office.

After opening the door and entering, there is a solid wood desk that looks quite heavy, and there is a chair behind which only the backrest can be seen, but no one knows who is sitting on it.

The room was big enough and dark enough, and Snow couldn't help but slapped himself in front of the nose again due to the thick smoke.

"call……"

The person on the chair seemed to have exhaled a long puff of smoke, and held a thick cigar between his index and middle fingers.

"Go down!"

The voice sounded very low, as if there was a feeling of calmness and prestige.

So the burly man who led Snow in quickly nodded, quickly backed out, and carefully closed the door before leaving.

As the heavy boss chair slowly turned around, Snow saw the whole picture of the person on the chair clearly.

On his face, there was a scar from the center of his eyebrows to his right chin. This scar almost ran across his entire face, giving people a very fierce feeling.

At the same time, his hand holding the cigar was obviously missing a little finger.

The other party stood up slowly.

His tall and broad figure obscured the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the entire room and dimmed it by a third.

Then this guy who looked like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus slowly walked up to Snow, and bent down...

A rather flattering smile leaked out.

"Master! Why are you here?"

Snow grinned, then stretched out his hand to touch his toes, and patted his puffy head.

There's no way, the other party's appearance is too tall.

Snow estimated that he would have to be 1m75 no matter what he did now, but the big black man in front of him must be at least two meters long.

"I'm getting fatter, I still have to come up to see you."

"Hey, you have to take care of me. Now my grandson's shop is getting bigger, and there are too many mice under him. It's not easy to be the boss. You have to behave a little bit at ordinary times.
I have wronged you, grandpa, just give it to your grandson..."

Seeing the other party's humble appearance, Snow couldn't help laughing.

The guy in front of him is also a talent, although he looks like a big and three thick, but in fact he was a timid intelligence broker from the beginning.

Because he looks so fierce, no one dared to probe him casually before.

It wasn't until this guy met him by accident, and then he was lucky to seize the opportunity, that he "disguised" step by step until today.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't care about this, I just want to come and ask you something."

Hearing this, Four Fingers was taken aback for a moment, but he knew what kind of power the person in front of him was backing.

With the rose cross on the opponent's body, in Europe, more than 80% of the countries do not even need to buy a ticket for the car.

That's awesome! ! !

Behind the scenes, the four fingers once gave the cross a nickname, called "Vatican Free Pass."

At the same time, he had heard a thing or two about those flaxen robes who were active in various parts of the world with hoods and strange instruments on their backs.

That is the world's top intelligence collector group!

If you don't use the normal open road, why do you want to find him, a mouse in the black ditch?
"Master, with your status, if you can ask me, there is a high probability that you won't get anything."

It is true that his four fingers have become the local snake in this area, but after all, he is just a stinky mouse in the dark.

"But there are some things! Find some outsiders, maybe there will be some unexpected effects."

Snow responded casually, then strolled to the front of the other party's boss chair, sat on it, and put his legs on the solid wood desk by the way.

The man who looked like a real gangster was very skilled in his movements.

(End of this chapter)