After several days of downpour, the rain became much lighter, like a hazy veil. The thin raindrops lightly hit the ground, creating ripples in the accumulated water.
At night, the old Dunling in the rainy season is like a psychedelic underwater world. The steam emanating from the ground is shattered by raindrops before it rises. The biting cold accompanies every traveler, like a ghost that cannot be driven away.
There was no one on the streets. No one would like to go out in this kind of weather. The night was extremely quiet. Only the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard in the darkness, announcing that the mounted police were still on patrol.
Tiny dots of light rose from the darkness, and then Red Falcon walked out of the darkness and threw the still burning cigarette into the water at his feet.
He didn't smoke much, but in this horrible weather, this thing seemed to be the only thing that could warm his body, although it was largely just a psychological comfort.
Colleagues all say that Hong Falcon is a guy with a very good mentality. He doesn't seem to be afraid no matter how bad the environment is. Sometimes he even tells jokes to everyone in front of the rotten meat and internal organs on the ground. In fact, Hong Falcon is not that brave. He is just an ordinary person. He tells jokes because he is about to pee his pants and can only talk about other things to divert his attention.
Looking at the world shrouded in rain, the whole city was so quiet that it seemed as if I was the only one left... This environment was really suitable for some weird murders. If possible, I really didn't want to go out to work in the middle of the night.
The kestrel sighed helplessly, and the hot air it exhaled quickly disappeared in the evening breeze, as if it was killed by an unknown thing.
He was holding a black umbrella and was wearing all black clothes, with a pistol stuck under his clothes and a folding knife on his waist. He was fully armed.
The Red Kestrel was like the Grim Reaper getting ready to start work at night. As he stepped through the puddles, more Grim Reapers walked out of the darkness with him.
The carriage was parked not far away, and the members who arrived earlier had already taken control of the building. They carried forged police credentials and told other residents who were awakened that they were just maintaining a little law and order.
But this was not just a small matter of maintaining law and order. Those people were hiding in the shadows where no one could see them. The thermite rifles had been ignited, and with that scorching temperature, the humid environment had little impact on them.
“I always have an illusion sometimes.”
Another voice was heard, and the robin walked out from the side. He was a devout believer, with a silver cross hanging on the front of his black clothes.
Although they believed in the illusory God of the Gospel Church, this belief had long been distorted in the process of localization in Yngvig, and Robin was very clear about his position.
Faith is faith, work is work.
"What illusion?"
Hong Shun continued, in this damn environment he really hoped someone would talk to him more, so that the heavy rain would not separate him from the world and make him appear so lonely.
"Old Dunling, this city is a vibrant and progressive city during the day, with gears roaring and turning to create wealth and miracles. It leads the development of the world, and people work hard here, exhausting everything in their lives. But at night, this place completely becomes another world."
said the robin.
“A world that does not belong to mortals. In the dark corners, there are all kinds of strange and disgusting monsters. They try to bring humans back to the dark ages. We are the heroes holding fire, fighting against them.”