At that moment, the priest who was eating the food looked up, and a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes.
Behind the door, the priest holding the sword silently drew his sword and stared at the door panel silently. It only took a moment to penetrate the waiter's head through the door panel.
Chill breaks out.
"Is there anything else?"
The priest stared at the waiter's face with a cold expression.
The waiter swallowed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and subconsciously shrank his neck, even the smile he squeezed out became stiff. The hand that reached into his arms was awkwardly pulled out, and it was a small colorful card.
"Guest, do you need service?"
He handed over the card with trembling hands. On the card, the girl in voluptuous clothes showed her nakedness, which was extremely tempting: "Hot burgundy girl, only six, no, only forty pounds at a time..."
As he spoke, he became more fluent, and finally a man's tacit and ambiguous smile appeared on his face, unaware that he was on the line between life and death:
"If you need anything, there are smaller ones too!"
"unnecessary."
The priest looked coldly, glanced at the card in his hand, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the trash can. Then he closed the door hard, almost hitting his diligent face.
After closing the door, the priest took out a black iron stick from his arms and tested the poison before bringing the dinner plate over.
The distraught Colt took a few bites of steak and couldn't eat anymore. He carefully thought about all the details that might leak the secret, but he still couldn't figure out where this sense of crisis came from.
Soon, his fingers twitched, he raised his head, and his expression suddenly changed.
"wrong!"
This short-distance iron ship could only be said to be barely adequate, and it mainly relied on transporting some impoverished immigrants. Even the furnishings in the most luxurious suites were old and had a musty smell.
Wealthy people simply don't travel on such humble junks; they have safer and more comfortable cruises to choose from.
So, who on this ship would pay forty pounds to find a prostitute
"That card!"
He suddenly looked at the trash can at the door: "Where is the card?"
When the two priests heard this, their expressions changed. They lowered their heads and rummaged through the trash can, and soon found the fragments. However, after careful inspection, they could not find any clues.
No poison, no other secret tricks, nothing.
Just ordinary pieces of paper...
"Just relax, Colt."
On the inside, Philip, who was leaning on the old sofa, raised his eyes: "There's no need to make a fuss, I'm here for everything."
Colt's face turned green and white. He didn't know whether he was angry because of his mistake or ashamed of his panic: "Sorry, I thought too much."
Before he finished speaking, a clear voice sounded.
Death arrives.
…
…
Twenty minutes ago, the iron wheel was about to set sail.
Amidst the high-pitched sound of the whistle, Master Bono in gray passed by the sailors carrying supplies and food, stepped off the ship, and disappeared into the sea of people.
The shirtless sailors were smoking cigarettes and laughing and telling dirty jokes and jokes, with the lip marks of prostitutes still remaining on their sweaty bodies.
On the carts and on their shoulders, boxes filled with grain and goods were carried all the way down the freight elevator to the bottom warehouse. And just in the crowd, a few inconspicuous people quietly blended into the dirty boat and were never seen again.
A few minutes later, someone walked into the crew's bedroom, tied up the dozing owner and stuffed it under the bed, politely took off his clothes, changed his clothes, put on the latex prosthetic face, and finally He stuffed a small promotional card for the brothel from the toilet wastebasket into his pocket.
So it looks decent.
He looked in the mirror, made a few faces, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out the door.
"Suite C2 on the 2nd floor."
There was a lazy crew member squatting on the wall of the corridor smoking a cigarette, and gave him an address: "It's right next to the captain's bedroom, the best room. That group of people are very cautious, and they can't escape their eyes even if there is the slightest disturbance. It’s not a good job, so you’d better be careful.”
"There's nothing easy to do in a troublesome business." The "waiter" stuffed a roll of money orders into his pocket: "This is your share. Has the hole in the lifeboat been dug?"
"Drill a hole? Do you want to put two more candles in it?"
The sailor grinned, as if he was mocking: "There is no need to chisel at all. I have been on the ship for six years, and the lifeboat has not been overhauled. The captain, that bastard, has long since sold everything quietly. The remaining two The ships are all just the same kind of goods, and they will disappear after they are launched into the water. Let me tell you, if you want to get a big one, there is no need to go to such trouble. After the ship reaches the yellow zone..." He made an explosive gesture: "God doesn't know. Without even realizing it.”
"There are still people on this ship who have committed sins that are not worthy of death. They should have a chance to atone for their sins before going to hell." The waiter said calmly: "Besides, this is also the employer's requirement: try not to affect innocent people."
"He is indeed a professional." The sailor exclaimed, "He talks like a priest."
The waiter smiled, said nothing, stood up and left. When he walked to the cabin door, he heard a voice behind him: "Take good care of Mr. Holmes for me. Now I won't owe him anything."
He turned around and watched the sailor put out his cigarette and turn around to leave.
Ten minutes later, the door slammed on the waiter's face, slapping the obscene smile flat.
He squatted down and screamed in pain in an exaggerated manner, but his fingers were stained with the paint on his cuffs, and he drew a few red dots on the wall of the cabin without leaving a trace. The moment he reached for the door, he could clearly see the positions of everyone in the cabin through the copper buttons on his wrists.
"One is three steps, one is six steps, they are musicians, and the other two are at the door, wearing armor under their clothes."
At the corner of the corridor, he passed by a group of passengers returning to their cabins, and while rubbing his nose, his lips moved slightly. The group of passengers chatted, laughed, and left happily, returning to their cabins.
In those different cabins, the moment the cabin doors were closed, the dust-proof cloth covering the furniture and breasts was lifted. The men, women, and children wordlessly took off their coats, revealing the close-fitting leather jackets underneath. The metal parts laid out under the dust-proof cloth were quickly assembled into a huge machine with the help of several pairs of hands.
Several pitch-black crossbow carriages that were half a man high were lifted together, and the carpet was lifted, revealing the hollows that had been drilled long ago. Expansion screws were driven into them and quickly stuck, fixing the heavy crossbow carriages. On the steel floor.
"Angle correction."
The engineer wearing glasses tore out a few pages of notes he had just written. The pencils were densely filled with calculations and were posted on the ballista:
"Nine o'clock, offset sixteen degrees."
"Twelve o'clock, eight degrees offset to the left. Six decks."
"Seven o'clock, coverage strike."
In the suitcase, under the messy clothes, steel arrows as thick as a child's arm were assembled and mounted on the ballista. As the winch rotated, they were embedded in the machine frame.
As the ballista rotates, it reflects the sunset light outside the window and shines on a dull face. Then that face was coated with a chilling iron light.
As the angle was adjusted, the ballista was aimed at the positions of several people in the box through several layers of cabins. The final correction is completed.
In the numbing dull sound, the steel strings in the ballista were tightened, and with a crisp sound, the final safety was released. With just a slight click, the fatal crossbow arrow would burst out.
But in the silence, everyone's faces were calm and serious, their heads lowered, and under the guidance of the engineer, they half-knelt on the ground and closed their eyes to pray.
"The mourning bells will ring, my Lord, for you."
Their voices were solemn and low, as if they were about to turn into stone: "Please lower the curtain and judge so that the guilty can be convicted, so that the guilty can be redeemed in hell. We will carry out your judgment. , fill the river flowing to you with their souls, and live forever."
The engineer lowered his eyes and drew the holy symbol on his chest:
"In the name of the Holy City, the Holy Spirit and the Holy Son..."
"-emission!"
collapse!
First there was the trigger hook, the soft sound of the machine spring popping out, then the pivot rotation, the scream of the steel string cutting the air, and then the dark and heavy iron arrow shot out of the air.
In the time that slowed down a thousand times, the armor-piercing arrow tore through the air, leaving behind water-like ripples, passing through the cabin board with force, as gentle and silent as water entering a pile of sand.
Immediately afterwards, the cabin board exploded, tearing open a huge hole, white air waves rolled up, and all the glass broke, shot out, and fell into the sea.
And the iron arrow roared, shot out of the air, and penetrated the cabin layer by layer like a dragon's roar.
One layer, two layers, three layers, four layers...
Destroy everything!
Until the end, the wall of the suite was torn apart, revealing a cold iron light behind the bloody priest.
At that moment, the stone-silent priest suddenly shook. The steel prosthetic limb spurted out blazing steam, and the sword blade popped out of the scabbard like lightning, slashing backwards.
Hit.
But in the next moment, the sword blade shattered, and the shrill fragments shot into his chest, opening several cracks, and there were thick bones under the cracks.
Immediately afterwards, the iron arrow continued to move forward, shattering the sternum and spine, penetrating his chest, leaving a cruel big hole, and finally wedged tightly into the wall, the arrow body trembling endlessly.
Just before that moment, Master Philip's expression suddenly changed, three inches of cold light burst out from his eyes, and he clasped his hands together in a prayer gesture. The phantom of the Holy Emblem emerged from the void behind him and enveloped him.
Pure white light lit up from between his hands, shooting towards Colt like a meteor, covering him. In the next moment, the light shook and clamped tightly on the iron arrows that were shooting from the sky.
Staring at the iron arrow only a few centimeters away from him, Colt was sweating profusely.
And at this moment, the iron arrows suddenly disintegrated and exploded.
Like a flower.