Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 14 I Will Do My Best

"support?"

"It's a good idea, but it's not there yet."

Margaret shook her head, her light blue eyes shone with wisdom and confidence.

"I have just talked with the director. He will support our follow-up actions, give us enough support, and help us avoid reporters who may affect our handling of the case. What we need to do is to find it with all our strength!"

Margaret pointed to the demon in the photo on her hand.

"Tonight, we will capture this demon."

11pm late at night.

In the private house at No. 79 York Street, John, wearing a black silk OL suit and a wig, wanted to cry without tears. As the only one in the trio who was in charge of helping, in order to attract the appearance of the devil, he was forced to sacrifice himself as a bait up.

And according to the results of the public's reports, the demon will follow women who go out late at night.

In this way, there is John's current dress.

"John, I have talked with the director. If the operation goes well this time, he will help you apply for the lifting of the previous punishment."

Before leaving, Margaret said to John calmly.

For the unlucky John, Margaret's words are like a dung beetle seeing cow dung, sweet and delicious.

"My dear Miss Margaret, I will definitely do my best!"

Feeling motivated all over his body, John pushed open the door and walked out.

The cold evening wind blew past, and he shivered subconsciously. When he thought about turning around, the door was already closed, and John had no choice but to bite the bullet.

There are no pedestrians on the dim street.

A rustling sound came from the shadows of the distant alleyway, a pair of scarlet pupils suddenly lit up, and John subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

He stared at those scarlet eyes, he wanted to run away, but when he thought that as long as he performed well, his performance and bonus would be back, he forcibly stopped his pace.

The crunching sound like rodents chewing on bones sounded in the alley from time to time.

John, for performance and bonuses!you can!
John wriggled and walked, trying to get the attention of what he thought was a demon hiding in the shadows of the alleyway.

Boom!

There was another sound in the alleyway.

An overturned trash can rolled out of the alleyway, and a dense group of small bugs crawled out of the landed trash.

Dirty and filthy, sticky unknown juice flowed all over the floor.

John felt his heart beat half a beat slower.

He took a deep breath and moved on.

Everything is for money!
He is so poor that even the pair of leather shoes on his feet still smell of soaked in cow dung.

The closer the distance, the louder the chewing sound.

When approaching the alleyway, John's hand subconsciously touched his pocket. The tension made him want to find a trace of safety. He wanted to reach out for the gun, but he couldn't find anything.

His face suddenly turned pale, his pupils began to shrink, and an inexplicable sense of fear invaded his brain.

The feeling of uneasiness all over the body was growing uncontrollably in the bottom of my heart.

He actually dropped the gun on the changed pants!

Damn it!

He really wanted to slap himself!

He couldn't understand that he would make such a low-level mistake that might cost him his life on such an important occasion!
As a junior investigator of the authority, John is in charge of signing agreements in the neighborhood and dealing with some low-level demons all year round.

His own fighting skills are quite poor, and he has secured his position as a junior investigator purely by relying on his fairly good spear skills, but now he actually forgot to bring the weapon he was proud of.

It's like a dung beetle pushing cow dung and accidentally pushing the dung into the pit for more—looking for dung.

John started backing away, he didn't want to stay any longer.

So what if you have money, if you don’t have life, you have nothing!

John had just taken two steps when he heard the sound of creatures wriggling in the alleyway. He was so frightened that his steps were unsteady, he tripped over the stone bricks at his feet, and fell to the ground. He was terrified and about to shout loudly, but his ears There was a "squeak" sound.

A gray-haired mouse with the size of a fist ran out of the alleyway. It tilted its head, and its scarlet pupils looked at the pale human beside it with a weird look.

It's like saying, it's your fault that I can't eat dinner.

"call"

John wiped the sweat dripping from his brow.

Well, it's just a mouse.

A pungent stench suddenly wafted from the tip of his nose, which smelled like a rotting corpse that had been dead for a long time, John frowned.

Where does the smell come from?
The dense sweat on his forehead made John have to wipe it again.

In the next second, his movements froze.

He seemed to realize something, and his body gradually became stiff.

The neck was lifted up with difficulty.

A sticky liquid dripped from a parted lip, and the long scarlet tongue protruding from the lip was licking, and seemed to have a tendency to bite down at any time.

John's eyes widened, his pupils constricted violently, and his brain trembled inexplicably.

When the long tongue was getting closer and closer to him, John felt that his life was counting down. He rolled his eyes and passed out peacefully.

Bang!
The door of No. 79 private house was kicked open, and the silver-white rose pistol in Margaret's hand suddenly rang out.

The bursting bullets instantly attacked the demon climbing on the wall.

roar!

There was a strange roar, the demon was shot in the body, it grinned strangely at Margaret, and quickly climbed on the building to escape, and Margaret chased after it with great strides.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, I'll leave John to you, I'll go after this guy!"

Rhodes walked out from behind the door slowly, holding a black pistol in his hand, he glanced at the direction Margaret left, and then walked towards John.

While walking, a large amount of steam boiled from the bird's beak mask from time to time.

Putting the pistol in John's hand, Rhodes squatted down and began to check.

John's chest and abdomen almost stopped rising and falling, and Rhodes frowned under the mask.

He quickly opened the medicine box, took out a gray bag from it, took out a green herb similar to Shanghai blue in the bag, crushed it, and stuffed it into John's mouth.

Then he took out the scalpel and gently cut John's finger.

Letting some blood help the other party wake up from a coma.

Rhodes also inherited the half-baked battlefield first aid learned from Robert.

Some first aid techniques and herbs in this era are quite effective. Of course, this is because Rhodes has no other better options.

Seeing John's undulating chest and abdomen gradually recover, Rhodes got up, carrying the medicine box, and walked in the direction Margaret left.

"Ho!"

John opened his eyes suddenly, he sat up suddenly, and took a big breath.

I'm not dead?
A foreign body sensation came in the mouth, and John spit out what was in his mouth into his mouth.

Wormwood?

Does anyone still use this herb?

John looked at the tall figure walking away carrying the medicine box, and then looked down at the wound on his finger, his expression gradually became complicated.

That man actually saved me?

Demons climbed on top of buildings.

Fortunately, the surrounding residents have been evacuated in advance.

Margaret hurriedly chased after her, and the white pistol fired continuously, forcing the demon into the area designed in the front.

In a dark alley.

The front was completely blocked by a tall wall.

The injured demon was forced to a corner, where it huddled in the corner and roared.

Margaret slowly drew out the stabbing sword at her waist.

(End of this chapter)