old dream

Chapter 275 The Wall of Flesh

Because of the unstable current, the lights flickered a little.There was also a reminder on the table, "Dinner is in the closet."

The hostess seemed to have just put on makeup and was about to go out, but now she could only helplessly fall to the ground, like a swan that was shot down before taking off.Her neck was cut open with a sharp knife.

Emir knelt down beside the dead man, reached out and dabbed a little blood on the wound.The blood has not yet coagulated, and even still has a temperature.The person has just died.Thinking of the half-hidden door, Colin couldn't help frowning and looking at the ceiling:

"Be careful," he warned Emil.

The perpetrator should still be in the room.

Didn't have time to leave?Or, this was originally a trap set for the Emir.

There was nothing under the bed, and the wardrobe door was still open.The cheap, tiny room is located on the top floor of the apartment building, above which is the attic for storage.If anyone wants to hide, it can only be there.

Colin aimed his gun at the ceiling. He had drawn his pistol before entering the room, and now he pulled the trigger decisively.The muzzle of the gun was equipped with a simple silencer, and after two muffled puffs, two small black holes appeared on the dirty ceiling.

Two bullets rolled and bounced between the narrow walls, and then something moved, probably because the murderer hiding in the attic was forced to move his hands and feet.But this noise was enough for Colin to judge the opponent's position.

"Wizard?" Emil asked Colin as he lowered his body to avoid danger.

"Yes." Colin activated the diamond technique.He has added encryption units to this sorcery, leaving no meaningful traces.

That theater is not a very critical place. If an employee is found to be an informant, at most they should be fired.And even if he really wants to kill someone, a wizard is fully capable of making his target disappear.But he chose to leave the body at home, waiting for Emil to find out by himself.

This is a beating and provocation to the investigation department.

"Let's leave immediately." Emil said cautiously.

Whatever happened to the informant or the mole, the intelligence officer should be thinking not of taking responsibility for the dead, but of saving himself, lest the entire intelligence station be affected.

Emil had already given the hint of "silence" to the waitress. It would be very difficult for the opponent to obtain any information from her body, not to mention that she knew very little about it.Losing an outside informant is not a loss at all for Danaro Station.

But Colin gave Emil a strange look, didn't consider retreating, but simply asked:

"What if he's not my opponent?"

The thin ceiling suddenly collapsed, and the murderer knew that he had to take the initiative now, so he launched an attack first.The attic was horribly dirty.Not long ago, a large flock of wild pigeons nested in it, and a thick layer of wet pigeon droppings lay on the back of the ceiling.Now, they all collapsed.

Facing the stinky thing that covered his head and face, Ke Lin couldn't help but turn his face sideways.But he knew that the murderer's attack was hidden in it, a spark-like light burst out not far away, and attacked him at an extremely fast speed.

Matter knot.He murmured in his heart.There is no lag in the conduction of the crystal map, and the moment the intention is focused, the majestic spiritual essence from the giant tower of hell has condensed into a wall of flesh and blood.But the next moment, this new wall was torn apart by a blade wrapped in flames.The heat wave penetrated through the gap, and Colin also saw the murderer, his face was young and ferocious.

The murderer decided to get rid of Colin first.The decision was both fierce and accurate.That's right, the more disadvantaged you are, the more aggressive you should be. If you don't gamble that the first blow can kill the strongest person present, it is impossible for him to leave alive today.

The age of the other party seemed to be similar to his own, and Colin sighed quietly in his heart.But the growth of the wall of flesh and blood did not stop, because the thin ray of spiritual element flames were far from being able to cut it off, just like a sword can't cut off a flooding river.Just as the murderer wanted to move forward, he found that he was trapped at some point. The giant wall itself had already turned into a giant hand, and his whole body was immersed in flowing flesh and blood.

Colin didn't speak, but the almost endless spiritual essence was flowing violently along the crystal map, and the half-formed matter gushed out of the void like a flood of embankments.Now that the ether channel is no longer blocked, Colin can even overwhelm the lower wizards with the absolute scale of spiritual essence.The poor murderer watched helplessly as the flames were drowned in the filthy flesh, as if the hope of escape in his heart had been snuffed out.

Then, both of his arms were crushed and he was thrown to the ground like a rag.

Colin walked over and grabbed his throat with one hand.

"Wait, Amo." The Emil beside him suddenly said:

"He belongs to the Grand Duke."

"You're right," said Colin.

The informant was a waitress at the Metropolitan Theatre.

This theater is inextricably linked with the Grand Duke, and he often meets privately with the dignitaries of other countries.

But the informants themselves did not understand the background of the theater, nor did they know who they were serving.She didn't do anything special at all, she just recorded when there were guests in several special boxes.

"So let him go." Emil said, "We...have reached a tacit agreement with the Grand Duke."

Colin turned to him and said:

"If it didn't happen that I accompanied you here, you might be dead by now."

"I know."

Language magic is powerful, but not good at confrontation.

"Who is the enemy of the investigation station?" Colin asked Emil.

"Infiltration of Iceni, cults operating transnationally, terrorist organizations from the colonies," said the emir:
"But not the Grand Duke."

"Then she can die at the hands of foreigners or cultists, but she can't die at the hands of the Grand Duke." Colin said.

Perhaps in the next second, the husband of the deceased will appear at the door of the room.

Although Colin's hands were already covered with blood, this incident still made him feel faintly uncomfortable.No matter how many tragedies and crimes have occurred in this dark underground world, they cannot implicate ordinary people so meaninglessly.

Until tonight, the deceased probably thought that the person who bought him was just a business rival of the Metropolitan Theater.

She didn't need to die, nor should she.

"Amo, let him go." Emil said bitterly:

"We're not ready yet. I don't want Danalo Station to lose another member."

Before Colin arrived, the investigation department had been reducing staff.Even he himself has been followed and attacked.

Colin stared at Emil for a while, and finally let go of the hands that clamped the murderer's throat.

The murderer struggled embarrassingly on the ground, and he couldn't even stand up without his hands.But in the end, he made it out of the room alive.

No one noticed that during the moment of mutual silence between them, a demon had quietly invaded the murderer's ether.

(End of this chapter)