The sun has just set.

George opened the gate, and in the darkness there was a carriage parked at the door, the reins tied to the fence of the flower garden in front of the door.

"Please."

George leaned over and motioned for the lady to take precedence.

Su Aya had a faint sense of excitement in her heart, and the daily game process of inspecting the work of the hood looked very interesting.

She had barely taken a step out when George stopped her.

"Shoes."

Su Aya found that her leather shoes had no laces, and the size was not right, and she walked with a "popping" sound.

"Uh...... Do you have to change it? "Su Aya doesn't have any extra shoes on hand.

George touched his chin, his eyes under the brim of his hat were blank, and he couldn't read any thoughts, this man gave Su Aya the feeling that this was like this, his eyes were like a dead man, as if all emotions were hidden in his heart.

Boom la la la -----

George pulled open his coat and pulled out a strip of white silk from under his side robe.

"Wrap up."

Su Aya obeyed George's order, took off her shoes, and tied Bai Aya tightly around her feet.

She noticed George's strange gaze, and a gleam flashed in Gu Jingwubo's eyes, as if she had seen something incredible.

"What's wrong?" Suya shrugged, curious about George's concerns.

Is this old hood investigator still a foot controller?

Foot control?

Su Aya's face changed.

She thought of the "devil" in the details.

"Nothing." George returned to normal, and his tone was flat: "Get in the car." ”

Su Aya had to obediently accept the order, she knew what George was questioning, she didn't break it, got into the back seat of the carriage, sat up like a good baby, and didn't dare to cross the thunder pool half a step.

George climbed into the driver's seat and pulled the reins.

Su Aya saw him pull out a briefing paper from under the oil lamp seat of the carriage.

"Hah!"

George urged the horse, and the carriage ran up the streets of early industrial London and headed for the suburbs.

"Where are we now?" Su Aya opened the curtain, her big eyes were full of curiosity, VR free tour of London, naturally I have to take a good look at the scenery that the artist has painstakingly prepared.

"Downing Street, to the north."

After George finished talking about the location, he began to talk to Su Aya about history.

"In 1657, at the age of thirty-two, Mr. Downing suddenly had a golden idea."

Su Aya knew that the mentor finally couldn't hold back his true colors, after all, at his age, if he didn't have children under his knees, it should be regarded as the most lonely time.

He thought, London Avenue is so prosperous, why not buy the land and build his own house in an important area? George muttered to himself, the refreshing evening breeze pouring in from the window, but he tightened his coat as if he was shivering with cold.

And so...... Mr. Downing reaped the inexhaustible wealth of his life, he was arrogant, mean, greedy for money, and flattered by the wind, he made a fortune with a large amount of ill-gotten gains, earned the money of the British people, and became the chief reconnaissance captain of England and the ambassador to The Hague, but he secretly colluded with Charles II in exile in the Netherlands...... Restore the royal family, he also became the Chancellor of the Exchequer, do you understand what that means? ”

Su Aya didn't quite understand.

George replied: "People almost use Downing Street to refer to the Prime Minister's address. He...... With a little trick of copper, I almost got a country."

Su Aya: "Oh...... That's a ......."

Someone who has the ability?

She felt that George's words should be more than that.

George was quick to tell her the answer.

"Mr. Downing's full name is George Downing."

[George, an English surname, comes from the Greek word meaning "land"]

"From now on!" George tightened the reins with both hands and galloped!

Su Aya hurriedly stabilized herself, and the scenery outside the window flew by.

"From now on." George muttered, "There is no more 'English Republic', the monarch is back!" And this 'George' is the most loyal eagle dog under the puppet of the king."

Su Aya said silently: "What do you want to say?"

"Su Aya, it's the first time I've called you by your name so officially, I regard this 'George' as a lifelong enemy, and I, George Moritty, have a dream!"

"Drink!"

The reins flew, and the car was so upside down that Su Aya almost couldn't grasp the seatbar.

"I was born on the Italian border, in a small village in Czechoslovakia! I don't have a native language, and if there is a war, which country will win! I'll choose their language as my mother tongue."

[There are nearly 100 varieties of nightingales, all over Europe, east to Afghanistan, south to the Mediterranean, Asia Minor, northwest Africa, China and Mongolia also have this kind of migratory bird. The nightingale's plumage is not gorgeous, but the male bird sings very well, has a very wide vocal range, and is one of the few birds that sings at night. 】

"When I started traveling, I learned that it wasn't the color of our skin, nor our blood, but the language that determined our race."

"I grew up in the steppes of China and Mongolia, and I was born a free eagle."

"And my dream is to defend the interests of my fellow brothers,"

"No one is going to face the 'right of first choice' of the powerful when they become adults."

"No one is born with two bones in their knees! I can only kneel down and steal my life! ”

The wind was fierce, as if every word of George was like a song being sung, containing the power of all things to grow.

George: "That's it for this 'George Downing'. ”

The carriage slowed down, as if it was about to reach its destination.

Su Aya opened the car window and saw the oak forest under the night shining golden and dazzling under the headlights.

"Let's talk about the other 'George.'"

There was an inexplicable desolation in the voice.

And Su Aya found the abnormal movement in the night sky, and when she drove onto the country road, her abundant magic power was always in a state of warning, as if in the hazy fog, there was a strange and strange and surprising evil thought, glancing at them, like some unknown powerful creature, inadvertently looking back, it was enough to make Su Aya break out in a cold sweat.

Su Aya looked carefully, the layers of treetop leaves swished, I don't know if it was the wind or the turbulence rolled by the carriage, and the black shadows that passed by from time to time made her more sure that there were enemies in this forest.

As for what "it" is?

How many are there?

Where did it come from?

Nothing.

"This George is my teacher." George pulled the Remington revolver from his trench coat, the contrast between the bright silver barrel and the pitch-black sandalwood grip was very eye-catching.

Bang---

Startled birds.

Bang---

Scare away bats.

Bang---

Squirrel homing.

Bang---

The leaves are falling.

Bang---

The green wolf's eyes hide in the depths of the forest.

Bang---

Devoured by the tongue of fire, blood-stained gilded oak leaves.

Click----

Su Aya saw that the gun in George's hand was in an open and closed structure, and before she could see George's movements, she heard a muffled sound in the carriage, she saw something thrown in by George, picked it up and saw that it was actually a bullet nest......

Reloads are saved. It's really simple and crude.

Another crisp burst of six shots.

The sound of this gun is very bright, and when the nest of the runner slides through the central axis and turns, when the bullet is reset into the chamber and ready to be fired, the rustling sound made by the metal sliding is too beautiful!

When Su Aya saw the caliber of the pitch-black bullet nest, it was far beyond her imagination.

"How to say ......"

The bullet nest can almost plug her thumb.

"It's going to have to be twenty millimeters."

A bullet of this magnitude cannot be called a gun shell, but a cannonball.

"This 'George' is an authentic American." George threw another empty bomb nest behind him.

Su Aya could see that he had changed to a gun in his hand, holding his big arm with one hand, and pressing his muscles, as if not doing so would make the terrifying recoil of the gun lose its center of gravity.

His eyes were fixed on the dark shadows in the woods, seeking the enemy.

"The man who taught me how to shoot."

Bang----

George's arms trembled violently, but the shooting momentum was as steady as Tarzan.

"George Andrew said that a gun is stronger than an arrow."

Boom----

The heavy object fell to the ground, and Su Aya saw George throw the gun in front of her, and pulled out a mouthful of "big dick" from the trench coat.

Under the night, the "murder weapon" in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

It was a heavy crossbow, like a ......

Violin.

That's right!

It's the piano!

Thirteen "strings" are arranged in a row, like a ladder! The bright silver arrows were mounted in a staggered order, and the arrows were also inscribed with threads.

Boom----

The sound of arrows hitting is as loud as falling rocks!

Su Aya responded to the flashing arrows, and then she could see clearly what "things" George was fighting.

She opened the rear window, and under the perception of the C-level, [Yin and Yang Eyes] could clearly see that many monsters had been nailed to the oak trunks on both sides of the road, which looked like humans, and they were completely different from humans, with pale skin, hair that had been molted completely, a hideous face, a tongue hanging out of the mouth, and the nails of the limbs had grown into sharp claws, with an obvious tendency to develop into wild beasts.

"George Andrew also said that there are no nightingales in America." George spun his heavy crossbow in his hand, the steel strings fastened in his rough palms, and Mithril arrows fell from his sleeves.

"He's a great teacher, he shoots at the untouchables who steal things, and he dares to shoot at the snitch."

"Fire at the scum who cheated on the guns."

"Fire at the drunk who bullies the woman."

"Fire on a group of bandits with a dozen or so people who can slaughter a town,"

"Open fire on the parliamentarians who established the legality of slavery!"

It's like playing a musical instrument!

"Gunshots! It's his language! ”

The action is smooth and done in one go.

"I'm back here, with George Andrew's admonition. He said so..."

[Jorge-Andrew, a very common American name, has no meaning, and does not have any secondary translation of the original language, as Moritty said, his teacher is a cowboy, who also happens to be named George. 】

George: "Go back to your hometown and listen carefully......"

Tighten the crossbow strings again, and in the moonlight, the weapon in George's hand is like a violin, playing a magnificent movement.

Until he stopped shooting, Su Aya saw that on both sides of the road, on the road, and on the trees, there were as many demons as the number of stars in the Ganges......

"The nightingale is singing."