I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 134 Harvest
In the middle of the night, on the edge of the city of London, this is an extrajudicial place that no policeman will set foot in, a darkness that cannot even be illuminated by the light of street lights.

From a distance, this section of the rotten river is shrouded in greasy shadow, only a very faint small oil lamp is lit.

The oil lamp was suspended in the darkness, and a circle of scarlet stars flashed on and off around it—these were the cigarettes in the mouth of the watchman.

In the center of the entire row of warehouse streets, in front of a narrow abandoned warehouse, a boxy wooden box for goods was erected as a table, and several caretakers with nothing to do were sitting in a circle, borrowing The oil lamps on the table are used to pass the time with gambling and games.

Suddenly there was a storm, and the rain fell pattering down, making the dim riverside street more greasy.

The guards who assembled the crowd muttered a few words, and did not enter the warehouse to take shelter from the rain, but just carried a thick tarpaulin and propped it up with wooden sticks, and used it as a simple rain-proof tent, and continued to gamble in this wind and rain .

Old Konuo looked at the three opponents in front of him with a deep expression, a bright red and gray color flashed in his pupils, and he looked around the three people who were either cloudy or full of confidence or ready to go , a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath, exhaled thick turbid smoke from his nostrils, then stood up abruptly, slapped the cards in his hand on the table of the wooden box, and shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, open your dog eyes and see Clear... what is blackjack!"

Werner, who was originally full of confidence, knew that the opponent's cards did total 21 points, and angrily threw down the cards in his hand that could reach [-] points, and cursed: "Fack, what a bad luck!"

"Fucking shit luck, old Kono, you must not be cheating, right?" Cole, who was ready to go, looked at the nineteen o'clock in his hand, and dropped the card angrily.

"Hey... Fortunately, I didn't bet much this round." Cheeks, who was uncertain about the weather, said fortunately.

"Hahaha, it's really good luck, you can't stop it!" Old Kono laughed and downed the whole bottle of beer, feeling the urge to urinate immediately, he grabbed the other three people's betting money and stuffed them all into it Go in the crotch.

"Hahaha, wait for me to go to the bathroom first, and fight again when I come back later. I must win tonight, and you even lose your pants!"

"Hey, the guy who stepped on shit luck." Cole drank a bottle of beer, threw the bottle into the dirty and rushing river next to him, and said angrily: "You wait for the next one, I will definitely win it back .”

"Still talking hard Cole, with your low-level poker skills, it's not even as good as my old and dim-sighted mother, and you still think you can compare to the old Kono who has been in all the underground casinos for many years?!"

Old Kono picked up the Scottish round flat cap on the top of the box and put it on the top of his thinning hair, tightened his clothes, and walked into the narrow passage between the two warehouses.

There are eaves extending from the roof of the warehouse to block the rain, and the narrow passage can also be protected from the unscrupulous invasion of wind and rain, but the environment is particularly dark.

Even if you straighten your arms, you can't see your five fingers clearly, and if you don't pay attention to your feet, you will step on the glass wine bottle that someone throws here.

Old Kono shook his somewhat drunk head, leaning on the wall with one hand and walked to the depths of the alley... According to other brothers in the gang, there was that kind of relationship between Cheeks and Werner!I have to go farther to go to the toilet!
He walked all the way to the middle of the narrow path, and after confirming that it was so dark that even he couldn't see the outline of the figure, he relievedly released the heat that was almost uncontrollable.

With the smelly heat rising from his feet, after the old Ko Nuo released his desire to urinate, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body, and he couldn't help shivering, "Huh, it's really—"

Before the comfortable words could be uttered, Old Konuo felt a chill in his heart, a kind of tearing pain extending from his back to his chest, he only felt that his vision immediately became dim, and even the narrow passageway The faint light that came in became dark.

He desperately wanted to struggle, wanted to call for help... Damn Werner, Cheeks, you fucking look at me!

However, the blood loss and heartache made him completely unable to resist and cry out. He tried his best to cover his heart with his palm, feeling the unprecedented hot wet feeling, and smelling the fishy smell of urine rising from his feet...Old Kono Before he even had time to contemplate what unfinished regrets he had in this world, he closed his eyes permanently.

The attacker gently supported the alcohol-smelling body so that the opponent would not immediately fall to the ground and make a sound. Then he took off the opponent's wine-stained coat and put it on his shoulders, and put on the opponent's classic jacket. Scotch round hat, imitating the posture of the other party, slowly walked out of the narrow passage.

Cole, who had already shuffled the cards, looked at the old Kono who was slowly walking out of the shadows, and saw the old guy who had taken advantage of it but didn't know how to restrain himself was lowering his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He suddenly became vigilant, could it be that the old guy... hid his cards in the narrow passage? !
Coincidentally, Cole also saw that the other party seemed to be holding something hidden in his sleeve. He thought to himself, this old guy must be cheating, no wonder he played blackjack several times tonight! ! !
He slammed the table and shouted at the old Kono who was walking slowly: "Damn old guy, what are you holding in your hand?! Did you hide the cards secretly?!"

When Werner and Cheeks heard these words, they immediately turned their heads to look, but they saw three sharp silver lights coming!

The three of them broke out in cold sweat immediately, and Jiu Jin woke up immediately... But it was too late, before they could react, three short sharp knives had already penetrated deeply into their throats, cutting off their muscles precisely Vocal cords, turning their cries for help into muffled grunts.

The only sound the three guards could make was the sound of falling from their seats.Just as they were clutching their throats and preparing to draw out their guns to fend off the enemy, three muffled puffing sounds suddenly sounded from the shadows not far away, which were extremely indistinct under the cover of the howling wind and rain.

But the pain when the cold and hot metal bullet pierced the skull was so obvious that even the thought of "there is another person!" popped up in their hearts! 'Thoughts are interrupted, and in surprise and surprise, they have already slept forever with hatred.

Watson quickly pulled out the three sharp blades on the corpse, wiped them dry and inserted them back into the knife sheath under the windbreaker, and then pulled out the revolver that he hadn't used in time.

He looked at the tight and windowless warehouse, and finally looked at the horizontal sliding gate that seemed to be closed but was actually concealed. A faint yellow light leaked from the gap between the doors.

He put his right hand over his head and signaled Nello to cover.

Then he slammed open the horizontal door, moving his body against the door panel, using the thick door panel as a cover, pointed the short gun in his hand at the interior of the warehouse and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The two guards in the middle of the warehouse were the first to fall to the ground. There were bright red bloodstains between their brows, and some kind of turbid slurry leaked out of them.

The rest of the guards reacted immediately, yelling and responding with friendly and enthusiastic gunshots.

Under the continuous bright muzzle fireworks, Watson had already seen the distribution of personnel inside. He immediately rolled away from the wooden door that was about to be smashed into rotten sieves, and gestured towards Nairobi who was still addicted to the firefight. ——Leave the three on the left to you, and the four on the right to me.

Nello Bacchus nodded silently, and slowly retreated two steps.

The guards of the warehouse are obviously amateur fighters. Once they encounter an enemy, they will pour out all the ammunition impatiently. Under this berserk attack, the door panels were pierced with bullet holes, and the broken door panels sawdust scattered everywhere.

But after Watson and Nello had already left the door, they had been silently counting the shots fired by the warehouse guards, waiting for the rhythm of the offensive to calm down... In less than three seconds, the gunshots inside the warehouse began to slow down.

They heard someone yelling from inside, "Come on, you reload, I'll watch the door—"

Before the warm-hearted watchman could utter his words, two fast figures rushed out from the door. The attacking figures shot accurately while running quickly. Their gunshots were particularly depressing and muffled. Shen, but the power of the bullets they fired did not decrease at all.

A cloudy flower of blood bloomed on the forehead of the guard, and then even the only oil lamp hanging high in the room was extinguished, and sparks flew everywhere amidst the shattering of glass, and the whole warehouse was plunged into absolute darkness , only the blazing thunder and lightning flashed across the sky.

Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, the panic-stricken guards quickly squatted down to hide behind the bunker, quickly filling the magazine with bullets.

The two watchmen who are skilled in loading ammunition have reloaded their guns. They hid behind the bunker, raised their guns and fired towards the positions on both sides of the door. Even if they can't hurt the enemy, they have to use this to cover the actions of the brothers in the gang. —they shouted in a low voice for the brothers to light the lamps.

Immediately afterward, there was a muffled and strange sound of puffing gunshots, repeatedly hitting the wooden bunker where the two were. Fortunately, there were goods made of gold and silver hidden in the box, and all the attacking projectiles were stopped.

At the same time, a group of guards also identified the position of the attacker through the gunshots. The guards who had filled the ammunition while taking advantage of the breathing space immediately got up and pulled the trigger frantically towards the target, and the gun flames lit up one after another. The environment inside the warehouse is illuminated clearly.

However, the guards, who were in a state of adrenaline rush, fired at the wooden boxes on both sides of the door that could serve as shelters. Withstood our barrage of bullets.

Sure enough, after another round of bullets, they saw blood flowing from the back of the wooden boxes on both sides of the door through the light of the re-ignited oil lamps, and the palms of the attackers were also exposed from behind the boxes, slack. Weakly drooping to the ground, he could no longer hold the short gun.

The three of them were in front, and the four of them were in the back, walking steadily towards the wooden box that was slowly oozing blood... Hey, I didn't expect these two intruders to have good taste, and they used the same firearms as our gang.

"Wait, something's wrong! These shoes are the ones Werner recently bought—" The alert watchman had already discovered the problem, and he shouted loudly to remind his brothers to be vigilant.

But Watson and Nello, who had already sneaked into the warehouse, immediately burst into flames. Looking at the backs of the people who were heading towards the bait position, they pulled the trigger in the shadow of the oil lamp, and made 25 dull shots in a row. Gunshots rang out one after another, and the bullets from the four short guns poured unreservedly, all of them were splashed on the seven targets who were particularly conspicuous because they were surrounded by the oil lamp.

It was only a time to breathe, and the rest of the guards had completely lost their vitality. They lay down unwillingly in the pool of bright red blood flowed out by themselves and their gang brothers, their numb eyes fixed on the dim yellow ceiling.

Before the watchman's blood turned dry dark red, Watson and Nello had already found the target of their trip—a pile of crates tied with marking tapes.

They picked up the crowbars prepared here, and opened these sealed crates one by one. They found that there were all kinds of antiques with strange shapes and heavy historical atmosphere hidden inside, including valuable books with leather covers, and some with weird appearance. decorations.

Watson did not see the target of his trip in the crate he opened—the wooden doll made by the extinct Marruvim, a mysterious tool that was enough to help him fully appreciate the secret of thunder.

But he found four dilapidated books at the bottom of the press box. The quaint covers and yellowed pages all showed the antiquity and heaviness of the books... This must be the mysticism related to esoteric biography books!

He looked at the cover of this pile of books that seemed to hide Si Chen's secrets, and the titles of the books were clearly displayed on it—"Battle of the Wall", "Hypatia's Sermons", "Nuriel's Sermons" The Diary of Lord Franklin Bancroft

These quaint books seem to exude some kind of fatal attraction, they will be like delicacies in the eyes of old gourmets, sweet wine in the nose of drunkards, immature sheep in the eyes of hungry wolves...

Watson couldn't control himself and picked up the "Battle of the Wall" on the top. The cover of the book was signed with the author's name - Thorip Sistos.

Looking at the author's sharp signature, he only felt that each stroke seemed to be carved by a sword. There was a sharp cold light in the handwriting, and even the blades in the soul body began to clang excitedly. , seems to be urging him to quickly turn the pages of the book.

Watson couldn't help but want to turn the pages of the book and eagerly browse and read, greedily absorbing the knowledge in it, and strengthening his soul.

"Sir Watson, stop!"

Nello Bacchus, who was unpacking another crate, rushed over immediately upon seeing this, and stopped Watson from continuing, "These books may contain high-level secret knowledge, and it is very possible to read them rashly. It will cause you to receive unbearable Si Chen secrets, and you will get out of control and deform directly!"

(End of this chapter)