Quenched long order

Chapter 164 Protection
smoke beads.

The alchemy items that Martha puts in her bag when she comes home in the morning are usually used for festival celebrations, but only need to adjust the formula and increase the dosage to create a lot of smoke.

Just now, it was this item that she had been wanting to take out of her bag.

Perhaps because of the appearance of his accomplices, Ralph was no longer aggressive, and his movements were much slower.

Martha took this opportunity to take out the smoke bead, and then quickly threw it at her feet.

Snapped.

With a soft bang, the glass shattered, and red smoke squeezed out of the glass and spread outward.

The red smoke soon enveloped Martha and Ralph in it.

Martha clenched her teeth and rushed in the direction she came from. There were people from the Black Territory Cult in other directions, and the alley was too easy to be overtaken. Instead, no one stopped in the direction of Ralph's private carriage.

She ran forward like crazy, only feeling the wind blowing in her ears.

Behind him, there were two shouts, threatening.

Soon she ran out of the range of the red mist.

A believer found her position, but instead of chasing after her, he stretched out his right hand with his palm facing the ground in front of Martha. Then, the believer turned his right hand and clenched it tightly.

The slate ground gradually faded as the believers turned, and the uneven surface quickly became smooth.

Martha, who was running wildly, suddenly felt her feet slip, she fell backwards, the back of her head hit the ground heavily, her eyes went dark, and she temporarily lost consciousness.

After about two seconds, she opened her eyes, turned around and was about to get up, but her hair was caught, and she pulled it back forcefully, and at the same time pulled the wound on the back of her head.

"Run again!" Ralph's gloomy voice came from behind.

Martha grabbed her hair with her right hand and forced herself to stand up. She knew that if she didn't stand up again, she might never be able to stand up again.

At this moment, she felt that the sharp blade seemed to have touched her skin, and in the next second, it would cut her neck open, and the blood splattered scene almost appeared before her eyes.

Even in this short second, she could help Ralph figure out the follow-up plan.

As long as she dies here, Ralph can cut his own arm and fall aside. However, he explained to Jason that he had tried his best, but still failed to protect Martha, and expressed his guilt and willingness to be responsible for all funerals. expenses, and took the opportunity to search her home to see if she had any evidence left behind.

pity……

Martha still struggled to break free, but the result seemed to be doomed.

Time is like the wind, passing through her hair.

At this moment of life and death, she felt a silence around her, at this moment, nothing could disturb her anymore.

There was a pain in her neck, but it was not serious. She clutched her neck hard and found that her skin was only cut a little, and this wound didn't even need to be bandaged.

An angry shout broke the silence, just like the shattered smoke beads.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Jason's voice.

Ralph didn't answer.

Martha turned her head in surprise, and saw Jason and Ralph.

At this moment, Ralph's neckline was grabbed by Jason's left hand, his face was pale, and his eyes were frightened, as if he had seen his next fate.

Jason's face was slightly red with anger, and he clenched his fist tightly in his right hand. The veins on his fist were exposed, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Don't... don't do it, Jason... I can explain..." Ralph remembered begging for mercy at this moment.

Martha looked at Jason and stood up quickly. After standing up, she shook her head slightly to let herself recover from the dizziness faster.

Seeing this, the three nearby believers slowly approached, but these believers did not attract Jason's attention, even though there was a quencher inside.

Jason's fist swung out, hitting Ralph hard in the face.

A click.

Martha heard clearly that Ralph's bones were broken.

A scream came from Ralph's mouth.

Jason raised his fist again. Seeing this, Ralph tilted his head and fainted from fright.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly, threw Ralph on the ground, and looked at the three believers who surrounded him.

Seeing this, the three believers looked at each other and rushed up at the same time. One of the believers stretched out his right hand, intending to repeat the scene where Martha fell just now.

However, before the believer's ability was activated, Jason rushed to the believer who was using his ability like lightning. This believer was not as lucky as Ralph, and was directly punched by Jason. He flew upside down, hit the wall, vomited blood, slid down the wall, sat on the ground, motionless, life and death were unknown, even a slight dent appeared on the wall just hit.

It is Jason's quencher ability to turn his body into steel, which makes his body as hard as steel. Not only that, his strength and speed will also increase significantly.

Seeing this, the remaining two believers turned around and ran away, not even daring to say a harsh word.

Jason didn't intend to let him go, and soon, the two believers were arrested and punched.

"Now, can you tell me?"

Jason folded his hands on his chest. He looked at Martha, but his expression was different from before, much gentler.

"No Sandman incident at all? No wonder you and Ralph aren't nervous at all."

Speaking of the latter, he showed displeasure, as if he was displeased that he only realized this now.

……

Vice Captain's Office.

There was a bandage on Martha's forehead. The fall just now was not a serious injury, and she needed a good rest.

She had already told Jason everything about the statue of the King of Darkness, and Jason had realized the seriousness of the situation. After filling out the file himself, he was going to take Martha to the captain's office.

Jason walked to the door and tapped twice.

"Captain, there is something important..." He simply explained the situation.

"Come in."

Jason opened the door and walked into the office. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man with long black hair. He was the captain of the defense, Hume.

Martha followed Jason. The first thing she saw after entering the office was a golden medal of honor placed on the cabinet behind the desk. Then, she lowered her gaze and landed on Hume's face.

This is a heroic face, with a few shallow lines on the face that are just right, adding a bit of maturity and calmness.

She looked away and turned to look at the window.

Next to the window, on a shelf is a map of Westwood Harbor, some of which are marked with red circles.

If Sauer were here, he would have recognized immediately that these places marked with red circles overlapped with Bury's places marked with red circles on his map. The location of the king statue.

"The thing is like this..." Jason relayed what Martha said, and some details were added by Martha.Hume duly asked a few questions.

"Captain, I think we should immediately send more people to surround the hideout of the Black Territory Order and kill this matter in its infancy. Now that I don't have a case in hand, let me..." Jason held his head high, his voice Loud.

at last……

Martha breathed a sigh of relief.

Hume leaned forward a little, his eyes fell on Jason's face, and he said nothing.

Jason was stared at by these eyes, and his voice was much lower.

"I see, Jason, you send Miss Martha home and take good care of her, and leave the rest to the defense team." Hume's voice was very calm.

Martha knew that Hume was trying to distract herself. She took a step forward and asked:

"What does Captain Hume mean, like...not planning to intervene?"

Jason turned his head to look at Martha, pursed his lips, and warned, "Martha, what do you mean, the captain must have his own ideas."

"Did I say something wrong? Captain Hume." Martha didn't take her eyes off Hume.

"What do you want us to do?" Hume asked.

"Just now Jason—" Martha was interrupted before she finished speaking.

"——The defense team including reserve members has only 83 people in total, 20 of them have not had a day off for a month, and more than 10 people have been overloaded for a week. Even including security guards, there are only 600 people, but they all There is a responsible urban area and the affairs are busy, so you need to apply in advance for transfer. Miss Martha, you are an astrologer, so I will not express opinions on astrology casually, because I do not understand astrology." Hume was just narrating, however, listening In Martha's ears, it sounded like some kind of order.

"But..." Martha swallowed, "...this matter concerns the entire Westwood Port."

Red star leaps are the result of astrology and can't go wrong.

"This is not the only thing that concerns the entire Westwood Port." Hume looked at Martha, as if looking at a naive child.

Martha opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"And, Miss Martha, have you been discovered by the Black Territory Cult?" Hume asked.

Martha froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Based on time, when the garrison gathers its manpower and arrives at the location you mentioned, what else do you think we can find?" Hume asked this question.

"At least..." Martha paused.

The statue of the King of the Black Territory in the underground space is tens of meters high, and it is impossible to be moved away, but Hume's attitude is already very obvious.

Is it useful if I bring it up?Didn't he already know that?
Martha asked herself in her heart.

The pain hit the back of her head, and she couldn't help stretching out her right hand to gently press the wound.

"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Jason walked up, wanting to help, but didn't know where to start.

Martha shook her head slightly.

"I'm fine... Now that the case has been accepted, I'll go back first." She knew that continuing to persuade was futile, and she felt that she hadn't grasped the key, but she didn't think that the captain of the garrison in front of her was also a member of the Black Territory Cult People, otherwise she would not be able to stand here alive.

"Jason, make sure to escort Miss Martha home safely. You have a very close relationship with Ralph. You are mainly responsible for Miss Martha's injury." Hume said in a serious tone.

"Don't worry." Jason nodded.

The two left the captain's office.

On the way, Jason brought Martha to his colleague's office, "How about this, Miss Martha, I'll go to the captain and persuade him, you wait for me for a while."

After finishing speaking, he asked his colleagues to help take care of Martha, and then turned and walked towards the captain's office.

Jason knocked on the captain's office door.

"come in."

Jason pushed the door open, but saw Hume standing by the window instead of sitting behind the desk.

"Captain, why don't I go and see it alone..." Facing Hume, Jason's voice was much softer.

"Jason, do you really think I don't know?" Hume looked out the window, his gaze fell to the street in the distance.

"What? Captain, you know?" Jason was very surprised.

"I don't want you to die." Hume turned his head, his tone serious, "Jason, I can't protect Westwood Port, I can only protect you."

"But our duty..." Jason sighed.

"Yes, as long as there is a disaster in Ximu Port, the garrison is needed. The men of the garrison solved the disaster. This is what they should do. After all, they took everyone's money and the men of the garrison sacrificed. I don't care. Send the next one quickly, otherwise my goods will not be sold, otherwise the prosperity of Ximu Port will be affected again, which will affect the reputation of the city lord." Hume smiled.

Jason lowered his head slowly when he heard these words.

"The loose environment of Westwood Port is very friendly to businessmen. Indeed, the murderer can enter and exit the city gate at will, isn't it good? But what about the pressure it brings to us? Do you think I haven't made any comments?" Hume paused and changed A topic, "Jason, have you found the whereabouts of the third hand?"

"Not yet." Jason shook his head.

"Do you think it's hunting?" Hume asked.

"It's possible, but not likely." Jason frowned slightly.

"Since you are free, go and find out about this matter." Hume's expression became cold. "Don't let people think that our defense team is easy to bully. If you spread the word, you may not be able to sleep well at night."

Jason sighed and turned to leave.

"Wait." Hume stopped Jason.

Jason stopped, turned his head, and looked at Hume with a confused expression.

"Tell Martha for me that Westwood Port is not as fragile as she imagined." After finishing speaking, Hume waved his right hand, "Go."

When Jason left, Hume opened the drawer and pulled out a document. This document was the record of the Sandman incident five years ago. At that time, about half of the manpower of the garrison was invested in it. However, everyone I only remember the genius alchemist Kraut with the pale puppet, the information obtained by sacrificing his life, and the team members who were involved in order to prevent the spread of the Sandman, no one cared about their lives or deaths.

"The Stewart Island Investigation Team, the Golden Dawn Order, the First Legion of the Empire, and countless relics, rare miracle creations... Martin, what are you planning now?"

Hume shook his head and put the file back in the drawer.

On the other side, Jason sent Martha home, but Martha did not refuse for safety.

The two sat in the carriage.

"Sorry..." Jason apologized, not only because of Martha's injury, but also because he failed to persuade Hume, "...the captain asked me to tell you something, he said 'Westwood Port is not as fragile as you imagined'."

Martha repeated these words, looking out of the car, slightly lost in thought.

"Yeah...Westwood Harbor is strong, but what's the price for those who live in the city?"

Jason raised his right hand, touched his ear, and replied, "Actually, you don't need to worry. Maybe the captain is already investigating, but he doesn't want to disclose it."

Martha didn't answer.

"How about going to see Kraut?" Jason asked.

(End of this chapter)