The successful withdrawal of Mark Darren does not mean the end of the matter, because above him, there is a more important person.

In another part of the sky, a hot air balloon suffered the most violent gunfire. A ring-shaped iron shield completely wrapped the entire gondola and the hot air balloon above, preventing attacks from all angles.

In the hanging basket behind this layer of iron shield, Matthew Keith's face turned pale. From the spiral corridor to the current escape hot air balloon, his talent has not stopped for a moment, even if he has reached the awakening level, his physical strength Most of it has been consumed.

But he still gritted his teeth, because he was guarding the pillar of Demingham, and if he died under his protection, he would undoubtedly become the sinner of the whole of Demingham.

In the same way, as long as he can successfully keep the big man behind him and complete the task that should have been the task of His Excellency Behemo Edward, then he will become a hero in this operation.

In the hail of bullets, protect Demingham Mayor Mr. Semir Garcia from the danger,

It is no exaggeration to say that this credit is enough for him to eat for a lifetime!

If you are lucky, maybe you can get the honor of the empire, even if it is just a small baron, you can still put on the title of the family.

No matter what era or world it is in, honoring the ancestors is something that most people yearn for!

"Mr. Mayor, you can rest assured that as long as this progress is kept on the ground, I believe that the Discord Bureau has dispatched a large number of team members to wait below, and our safety will be guaranteed by then."

This is a very reliable analysis conclusion. In fact, as he said, the area where they are about to fall has assembled a large number of police and members of the Discord Bureau, and even thousands of people are waiting.

Landing and safety can be said to be equated.

However, is it that easy?

Suddenly, a layer of thick fog appeared around the iron shield. The cold fog poured in from above, and everyone in the hanging basket looked up. The dark and uncomfortable sky before was covered up. The fog penetrated into the hot air balloon again, causing goose bumps all over the body, and the body trembled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the flamethrower that powers the hot air balloon is powered by whale oil and is not affected by these ice fogs.

Such an abrupt dense fog naturally cannot be caused by a sudden change in the weather. There are two possibilities. Perhaps someone in one's own team helped, trying to cover the enemy with the dense fog and help them get out of the battlefield.

This is of course a good thing. With a layer of fog covered, Matthew Gies is confident to protect the mayor and land successfully.

I am afraid that this is the thick fog released by the enemy!

Since the other party dares to carry out such an action at the cost of blocking their sight, it means that they have a way to launch an attack in this dense fog.

"It may be the other side's alien's means, Fick, Rolle, prepare for battle, pay attention to the situation on the top of the iron shield, and protect Mr. Mayor at all costs!"

No matter who it is and what he wants to do, as long as his iron shield is there, the opponent's attack will be blocked.

Matthew Keys was confident in his abilities, but he overlooked one point.

The strongest fortresses tend to crumble on the inside.

With the continuous infusion of the mist and the presence of the iron shield, even the line of sight inside the entire hanging basket has been greatly affected, and even the distance between them is somewhat blurred.

Lorena Garcia leaned on the side of the gondola. When she first entered the escape hot air balloon, she chose to squat down early, and the box she had been holding in her hand was naturally placed on the ground in the gondola.

Fingers run over the metal clasp on the front of the case, opening it at an angle that no one notices.

A thin, dark brown animal claw quietly sticks out from the box.

The five fingers are all sharp and dagger-like existences, hanging outside, people can't help but think what kind of existence is inside the box.

There was no follow-up action, and after about 10 seconds of stillness, the hand turned around and tapped the left edge of the suitcase.

The right hand grabbed one side and pulled it straight up, and in an instant, a short black figure rushed out of it.

"There's someone on top!"

Rolina screamed at the right time, and everyone's eyes turned upward subconsciously at this moment.

What he saw was a flamethrower faintly burning in the thick fog.

puff~

The sharp blade came out, and Matthew Gisborn's pale face completely faded from the blood at this moment. In fact, he had already noticed the strange surging of the airflow in the hanging basket, but at this time his ability had been fully used. On the defense of the outside, he was attracted by Rolina's scream and lost the first move.

But there was one thing he couldn't understand, why the other party could go around behind him!

"There is an enemy... Gollum~"

Unfortunately, there was no time for him to think about it. Before he died, he turned around and wanted to remind the people around him, but his throat was blocked by the gushing blood, and he could only collapse in the end.

When his eyes fell to the bottom, he finally saw the figure of the murderer who killed him.

In the fog, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him, and the next second they disappeared into the surrounding fog.

"Captain! Mr. and Mrs. Mayor, come closer to me, Luo Er, stand beside me, we form a square circle at the corner of the hanging basket, not too high from the ground... Luo you!"

Matthew's death affected the nerves of the other two people. The first thing Fick, the deputy captain, thought of was to protect the mayor, intending to let Rolle cooperate with him.

However, he turned his gaze and saw a figure kneeling forward.

There was a hissing sound of blood splattering from the front.

"Bastard, get out of here!"

The matter has come to this point, you can only rely on yourself to complete the final protection.

"Mr. Fick, left!"

It was Rolina's shout again, Fick chose to believe it again, and the long knife in his hand slashed to the left.

The sharp blade came through the fog from the right.

clang~

The blade on his left arm was just in time to stand up to the opponent's attack, and Fick was already prepared.

"I knew you would attack me in the opposite direction of what Mrs. Garcia said...Monkey? Alien beast?"

He saw the weird little monkey, with ten short knives in its claws, even if one claw was blocked by him, the other claw swiped at the same time, piercing the flesh and blood of his right arm.

"court death!"

The people who can be seen by Matthew Keith are naturally not ordinary people. The penetrating injury on his right arm just made Fick frown.

However, just as he was about to fight back to kill the monkey, a cold muzzle hit the back of his head...

bang~

There were sparks, and the projectile entered from the back of the head and flew out from the left eye socket.

"Lorina!"

Semir Garcia's roar of anger came from the fog. The distance between the two was more than one meter, and they did not meet each other.

There were only five people on the hot air balloon, plus one murderer. Now three of them are dead, and only two are left. He is not the murderer.

"What's the matter? Semir."

The alien monkey climbed onto Rolina's shoulders, and the suitcase had already been fully opened and placed at her feet.

There is no debris in it, only a dark space passage, and now someone is crawling out of it.

A person who is exactly the same as Semir Garcia in both body and appearance!

"It turns out that you are the undercover agent that the Holy Maiden will put beside me...why?"

Semir Garcia looked at another dark shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him. The iron shield around the hot air balloon had disappeared because of Matthew's death.

The fog is still there.

"Belief!"

Rolina's answer was very succinct, her eyes had long lost the tenderness that she once had, and some were just paranoid and irrational worship of certain things.

"Faith? It turns out that you also believed in God at times."

Semir Garcia frowned. Although he had conjectures in his heart, when the facts were finally verified, he still felt absurd and sad.

"No, my belief is not because of God, but because I will become the mother of God. Through the power of the Son of God, I will eventually ascend to the starry sky and shine with the gods!"

If you can become a god, then what is there to care about in the world?

What about couples who have been married for decades?

She will co-exist with this world, hundreds of years from now, no one will remember Semir Garcia, but thousands of people will remember Lorena.

It should now be called - Ms. Pain.

These are the words that the Lady of Thorns told her.

She believed it.

"It turned out to be brainwashed by a cult... Really stupid idea... In the end, it's my fault, I should have found out."

In the fog in front of him, the shadow became clearer and clearer, and the familiar face that he had seen for decades appeared in front of him.

Instead of hearty dishes or broths, it brought a weird little monkey and a man exactly like him.

Semir Garcia suddenly felt Behemoth Edward's pain.

The person he loves is in conflict with his lifelong ideals.

How to deal with yourself?

bang~

A blood hole appeared in the center of the forehead.

There's no chatter, or anything like Lorena recovering before her husband's death.

With the help of some people's "goodwill", some emotions in her body have long been completely destroyed. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Everything she has is now dedicated to the Son of God who is about to come to the world.

Whether she voluntarily or "voluntarily" forced by someone.

"How can it be so easy, family guardian..."

Lorena clearly remembered the family guardian mentioned by Semir Garcia when she talked to Mark Darren. She thought that the assassination might take some twists and turns, but she did not expect to solve this pillar of Demingham with one shot.

"Isn't that normal? This time our plan was foolproof, Behemo Edward was dead, Dalton Warren was our man, now Semir Garcia's death will fill in the final piece of the puzzle, pain Ma'am, allow me to say, we've won!"

The "new" Semir Garcia said decisively.

Years of planning and success.

What a wonderful feeling.

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