Everyone was horrified, blood and rain mixed into a dark red turbid stream, and the shrill screams and the sound of rain mixed together, becoming the prelude to chaos. Lorenzo stood on this cold stage, clenching the folding knife in his hand.
He couldn't find Moriarty in the rain, and logically he wouldn't let Lorenzo discover his whereabouts. This was a dangerous man who had been eyeing Lorenzo for a long time, and in order to capture Lorenzo, he set up a series of "games" for him.
Lorenzo's hand gently stroked the back of his neck, the place that had just been attacked by Moriarty. Lorenzo never thought that Moriarty would dare to appear in front of him in his true form. The truth was mixed with falsehood, and even Lorenzo, a veteran fraudster, was deceived.
But Moriarty still gave him the feeling that he was playing a game. He never regarded it as a fight or a war. In fact, the game was over at that moment. If Moriarty had swung a sword, that blow would have very likely cut off Lorenzo's head, but he didn't.
He was proving himself, taking terrible risks to prove to himself his ability to kill himself, but doing so would be too boring for Moriarty. What he liked was the game, the damn game.
The bodies were buffeted by the rushing water, the whistles of the mounted police could be heard faintly, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard; they were coming.
There was no time to think about the right and wrong of these things. Lorenzo had killed many demons and many ordinary people. It was not that he had no remorse, but he felt that repentance should be left until before his death.
The game has already begun. Moriarty must have some follow-up tricks. Lorenzo cannot sit and wait for death. Without any hesitation, he ran wildly on the accumulated water and quickly fled the scene.
He has a strong heart that can fight all nightmares, but before that Lorenzo needs weapons.
Returning to 121A Cork Street, Lorenzo did not stop but rushed directly into his room and took all the weapons he had prepared in advance.
The Winchester was completely blown up, and the spiked sword that Lorenzo took away from the Evangelical Church was basically cut down, so recently he has been using the standard weapons provided by the Purification Agency. Because of frequent replacements, a lot of them are stockpiled under Lorenzo's bed, like a small arsenal.
Shotgun, grappling hook, folding knife... Lorenzo armed himself as much as possible without affecting his flexibility. For a moment, he looked at the cold weapons on his body and even felt that he would shout the Holy Word and go to the East in the next second.
Unfortunately, the Crusade to the East happened hundreds of years ago, and the old sect was burned out on the night of the Holy Advent. Lorenzo was alone, and at this moment he was fully armed and murderous.
But after doing all this, Lorenzo did not take any further action. Instead, he took a rest, sitting in the bed, listening to the monotonous sound of rain outside the window.
He had no intention of escaping. Hercule was Lorenzo's hidden chess piece and Lorenzo's communication network. This strange rat king had no actual combat power. If Lorenzo went to find him, he would most likely be exposed. As for Oscar… The game had just begun, Lorenzo had not lost yet, so there was no need to use the escape route at this moment.