"You think I'll hold you back? How is that possible?"
Hercule grabbed the gun and wiped it repeatedly, as if to relieve his tension.
He used to be a police officer, but that didn't mean Hercule was good at fighting. After becoming the Rat King's keeper, he rarely went to such dangerous places. Now facing danger for the first time in a long time, he felt his heart beating fast.
"No, no, no, I'm not nervous, I really am not, I'm just a little excited, don't you think so?"
Hercule sat on the shore of the dock. According to Hebod, this was where the speedboat would pick them up.
Although he said so, Hercule was already extremely nervous. He was wet all over because the impact of the gas explosion not long ago had spread here. Although it had already weakened greatly, it still scared Hercule and he fell into the sea.
It was late at night, but perhaps because of the explosion and chaos, the people who lit the lights hid away in fear. Most of the city was shrouded in darkness, and the firelight barely illuminated a little, but it only brought panic and wailing.
"Huh, just like I thought before, I'll be waiting for Lorenzo and the others on the boat, and I can provide some firepower support when necessary."
"Aren't these pistols of mine considered fire support?"
"You said it was flooded? Damn it!"
Only then did Hercule realize that his pistol had also been soaked by water. He knocked it hard and saw some water stains on the ground.
Perhaps it was because of the successive blows, coupled with the psychological tension, Hercule seemed a little crazy at the moment.
"Stop it, asshole! I know! I know!"
Hercule muttered to himself, and as if he couldn't stand it anymore, he cursed.
"Shut up, you damn rat, you're so annoying!"
Unable to bear the squeaking sound beside him, Hercule turned his head and yelled at Poirot.
"But this is the truth. You are very nervous, very nervous, and the lives of Lorenzo and his men are in your hands. If you don't reach them, they will die in the encirclement of the enemy."
Poirot said expressionlessly... To be more precise, Hercule could not see any expression on the face of this big rat. It jumped and hopped, hovering around Hercule.
"Lorenzo is right, Hercule, you should have just left at that time. This situation is not suitable for you. You may have picked up a gun before, but you put it down for too long, so long that it is extremely unfamiliar."
"But what can I do now? Run away?"
Hercule asked, looking distressed.
"Will you do that?" asked Poirot.
"How is that possible!"
Hercule rejected Poirot's words immediately. He couldn't help but grab his hair. It felt like something was wriggling in his head, bringing him a dull pain.
It was a bad trip, a really bad trip.
Hercule had never been as out of control as he was now. In Lorenzo's eyes, he had always been calm, as if everything was under control.
Yes, that's right. In Invigorate, Hercule has an extremely detailed information network, countless safe houses and secret passages.
He was like a mouse, hiding in his own fortress. Hercule believed that even if Lorenzo wanted to kill him, it would be difficult for Lorenzo to do so because of his complex tunnels and the interweaving of information.