This street and a nearby area, according to experience and intelligence, may be the Goat's Guild's sphere of influence, but it is difficult to determine whether the Doomsday Shinrikyo will send people here to hold sacrifices. If it's just the Goat Guild that stores zài here, and the Doomsday Shinrikyo doesn't intend to do something deeper here, then I might find very little information here. However, if the Doomsday Shinrikyo intends to make a big move here, it will inevitably bring a huge threat to the city, and the actions of the Doomsday Shinrikyo will definitely not be untargeted. In my past experience, the Doomsday Shinrikyo does not hold sacrifices at will, and every large-scale operation that sends mid-level and high-level personnel to participate means that the events caused will be extremely mysterious, and even become a link in a larger conspiracy later.

It's a fact that puzzles me with the fact that if Shinrikyo doesn't do anything, then it's almost impossible to catch on to them, and if they do, even if they can get a lot of clues about them, it will inevitably lead to disaster. It's hard for me to be sure if I want to run into the actions of Doomsday Shinrikyo in tonight's actions.

The name "Paradise" bar is quite common if there is no awareness of the psychedelic drug "paradise", and the location of the bar and their livelihood are not suspicious. The Whisperer's intel locked it down, and the bar's name was full of coincidences, but it was enough for someone like me who believed in intuition to make some associations and put on a pair of tinted glasses when looking at every detail.

For example, I think of the bartender in front of me, the drunk woman next to me, and the thug who was sitting on the left-hand side just now. In a normal bar, of course, it doesn't produce this kind of delusional feeling of being killed, it's just. I came here with a wary eye, and naturally watched every seemingly accidental encounter with a defensive eye.

I don't believe in chance.

"Who are you?" The bartender asked an interesting question.

All the details of his body show that he is a veteran of mixed here, and I don't confuse his consciousness, so I don't think so. He would recognize a guest like me. My age, dress, and demeanor are so different from the customers at this bar that I don't fit in with them. An unsuitable person, who goes where he shouldn't, certainly won't get a good look. The bartender's slightly hostile look was not surprising, except that if he were just an ordinary person, there were generally two things he would do: either ignore me. Either you just throw me out the door. I know how young I look, for ordinary people, age always says a lot, then, not being confused by age, it also means that the other party has some secrets that they can get rid of the shackles of common sense. Anomalies are perceived.

In the place identified by this intelligence, it is possible that there are people who hide secrets. Nine times out of ten, it will have something to do with the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. I'm not sure, though, whether the bartender, the thugs, and the drunken woman around him are all in the know, or if they're the goat's guild themselves. Even the people of Doomsday Shinrikyo. It is also possible that they do not know that they have hooked up with a cult organization, and they are only treated with a business attitude. In any case, let's say they've been exposed to psychedelic "paradise". Whether they have taken it, or just sold it, or even, just because of the tendency of money, to be an unwitting person who breeds Claudia, and no matter what their original purpose is in doing these things, they can no longer get rid of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion.

Many times, the Doomsday Shinrikyo has played the role of a huge mysterious source of infection, and it will not be bad to think about it this time.

"Probably not very friendly guests." I calmly answered the bartender's question, and without hiding the hostility in my tone, stared into his eyes, and continued to ask, "How much do you know about the names of Claudia White, Paradise, the Goat Guild, and the Doomsday Shinrikyo?" ”

The bartender's eyes flickered slightly, and it was clear that he was not very calm in the face of this question. Maybe he doesn't know much, but he probably doesn't know everything. And when I asked for these names, the bodies of the gangsters and the drunken woman moved, not much, but it was very noticeable in the observation of chain judgments. I don't think it's a coincidence, but that these two people do know something, as I suspected. The thug turned slightly sideways, and to the naked eye, his movements were very natural, just like his personal impression, unscrupulous and violent, but some of the small movements observed by the chain judgment made him not behave in a disorderly manner like ordinary gangsters.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The bartender picked up a glass and said in a chaser tone, "I think you should leave." ”

I ignored it, just followed my own thoughts, and continued: "I got information that the trade here involves psychedelic 'paradise', so that's why I'm sitting here. You know? It's not fun to sell a park in a park bar. I'm interested in the park, but I'm even more interested in the person in charge. Let's get straight to the point, because I hate looking at other people's minds. I smiled at him and pointed to my head, "If you know something, you should understand that not all people living in this world are ordinary people. ”

The bartender's face became even more gloomy, and the air of resistance and restraint kept emanating from his eyes, and he said to me impatiently, "I said, get out of here." Or, I'll have someone throw you out. ”

"Are you sure you want to use violence?" I stared at him, unconcerned about the piercing gaze, and calmly stated the fact: "I don't like violence, but I do have a good at it." ”

The drunken woman on the right turned her head as if she was a little tired of the noise around her, while the thug on the left stood up suddenly, stared at me with fierce eyes, and deliberately turned her body at an angle so that I could see the ridiculous tattoos more clearly. They were intimidating me, but it only made me feel more convinced that they were hiding something and not just driving away a regular guest. I've tried to deal with these people with words rather than violence, but it turns out that I feel like I'm doing something superfluous.

I looked at the thug and expertly pushed open the door to his heart. Little by little, I dug into his memories and turned his sense of secrecy into a door. Go find what is hidden. We looked at each other for only a second, but it was enough for me to find what I was looking for. This thug is no ordinary bar thug as I thought, his world of consciousness is much more eerie and chaotic than that of ordinary people, and it is quite a dangerous place for any intruder who enters his consciousness. Moreover, this world of consciousness is quite different from the world of consciousness that I have entered in the past. That's color.

In the world of the gangster's consciousness, there is a blood-like red, and these reds are of different shades, like the difference between thick blood and diluted blood, and these blood colors are sometimes in the form of mist, sometimes in the form of paint, but when staring at the red, there will be a restless feeling. The longer you stay in this world of consciousness. The more intense this agitation is, the more erosive it feels. As soon as I gathered the information I needed, I immediately withdrew from the thug's mind, and the next moment, as I expected, the thug suddenly attacked me.

It was as if he was completely insane, and he was about to pounce on me, with a fierce look in his eyes. A low roar, as if to turn into a beast. Bite my throat. The temperature of his body was rising, and hot air could be faintly seen exhaling from his nose and mouth during the chain observations. It was only when I retreated and dodged that his skin became a little atrophied, but this bad change did not weaken his strength at all. Instead. It's like taking a lot of stimulants, and the body becomes ferocious. His pounce was like a tiger descending from a mountain, setting off a strong air current.

This is a very typical thug who relies on taking "Paradise" to gain supernormal strength.

At the same time. I heard the bartender curse "Damn" lightly, and his face became particularly ugly. Only the drunken woman didn't react, but my instincts still reminded me that I couldn't let my eyes on this woman relax. In the short split second of retreat, I've gained more information than I had before. The thug tried to catch me, but his eyes were fierce, but his pupils were a little dilated, as if he was not seeing me, but something else, I think, he was hallucinating. He fights driven by a hallucination.

I've taken Paradise and know what it's like.

However, even if we use Paradise to strengthen our physical abilities, stimulate our fighting instincts, and use fanatical emotions to push this power, it is impossible to cross the gap in strength between us. Whether or not you have super powers is a very crucial difference in battles involving mystery, because that represents more or less mystery.

I grabbed the fist he swung with all his strength and pressed the arm against the bar with a knuckle technique. Although the level of mystery is the key to determining victory or defeat, however, after going through so many things and being trained by Tomie, even if it is just a simple use of physical strength and technique, he can easily knock down such a gangster who takes paradise. I'm not a genius, the Demonic Super was forcibly developed when I reached Level 3, and until then, all I could rely on was weapons, skills, and my body.

The dull thud of the bar was drowned out by the loud music and vocals of the bar, and the thugs who were half lying on the bar let out a low roar of pain because of their joint skills, but showed no sign of regaining their senses. The bartender took a step back, assuming a defensive posture, as if intending to do something, and Chain Judge observed that his hand was already touching the pistol behind his waist. In such a fierce collision, the drunk woman still looked like she was awake.

As soon as the thug struggled, he heard the sound of his arm breaking, and after using this self-mutilation method to break free from his confinement, he leaned back again, his mouth wide open as if it was about to bite my throat. He didn't have a chance, though, and I didn't like it, but I stuck the dagger in his head anyway. I knew early on that the people who had taken Paradise and turned into berserkers had nothing to say, and they were already part of the Goat Guild, but even so, my momentary hesitation still made me feel that I was much softer than before. Obviously, he already knew this qiē in his heart, and his calm mind would not have any other thoughts because of killing. However, under this calm, things no longer seem to be as hard as they were at the beginning.

In the past, I was a person who was full of emotion, but I was able to use a tough mentality to resist this emotion, and in doing so, I felt strong enough, rational enough, more like a warrior - a warrior against weird warriors, warriors against the end of the world. Or the warrior of life - I know that it is not good to kill, I feel pain, sorrow and pity for the dead, but I will never hesitate to do so, and perhaps I would rather be grieved after killing than hesitant to kill.

However. The moment I killed the thugs, I noticed a change in myself.

I don't feel more vulnerable than I used to be, but I no longer put predatory behaviour first in deciding whether or not violence should be used - taking the lives of others, plundering the consciousness of others - not to reject it altogether, but only to choose emotionally, before doing so. Try the gentler ways first, even if you know in your heart that the gentle ones don't work.

Like now, I tried to negotiate a solution, but in the end I had to choose violence - invading their consciousness and taking their lives - and I wasn't really sure, if it was through negotiation. They were answered, and they confessed what they knew. Am I going to let them go. Because, once it turns out that they are members of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, no matter what it is for, once they are left, it is possible to plant a bomb for this place. The people of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito have never betrayed the truth of the Doomsday, even Father Sissen and Father Edward. It is only a difference in philosophy, not a denial of the truth of the apocalypse, and even a person like Father Sissen, who is considered fundamentalist, is still branded with the label of Apocalyptic Shinrikyo and cannot be truly believed that he will not promote the apocalypse. So, will the rest of the Doomsday Shinrikyo people really be educated in their hearts because I let them go, so that they will give up the Doomsday Truth and become an ordinary person, or even turn their heads to oppose the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion?

I don't think I'm going to try this odds.

This also means that even if I use my words to obtain information, once the information proves that these people are involved in the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, I will still kill them in order to dismantle the stronghold. Moreover, I cannot deny that even the death of the head of a stronghold will not prevent the Doomsday Shinrikyo from continuing to send men to re-establish the stronghold.

Therefore, the results are already obvious. I can get intel here and kill the enemy, but what I do will come back after I leave, unless NOG can take over the city completely. On the other hand, I can't stop the other person from doing it just because the other person will come back and my efforts will become useless.

"I really don't have a choice." I pulled out my dagger and smiled helplessly at the bartender, "Look, do you want me to do it myself, or do you tell me what you know?" ”

The bartender's expression calmed down, stared at me and said, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"NOG's facilitator." I made up an identity for myself, of course, not entirely fake, "I know, this guy took Paradise, that's why he became like this." I slapped the corpse on the cheek with a dagger and calmly said to the bartender, "You think I came here by mistake, no, maybe you wish, I came here by mistake." But alas, I probably know more than you do. ”

"Why are you asking me when you know more than I do?" The bartender scoffed.

"Because, although you don't know much, you may know what I don't know." I took a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it, and said, "And, I want you to know, I know many things." I don't want your boss to ignore me, you know? Being noticed, valued, and calculated by others is not a bad thing. Just as the force is reciprocal, when they look at me, it means that I will be able to see them along the line. ”

"Maybe. But before that, you're already a corpse. As he said this, the bartender took a step back, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at me, and shouted, "I don't care what you know, this is my bar, get out!" ”

I spread my hand, and in the next moment, several chains suddenly shot out of the shadow of the drunken woman. By the same time, the sweep had begun, and I was in the cracks of the attack in an instant.

These chains are very peculiar, each one is like an iron-colored thorn, and if it were struck on a person, it would probably tear off a piece of flesh at once. It is said that it is "thorns" precisely because these thorny things, although they have the iron luster of metal, they are full of living breath like plants. The first batch of chains popped out, followed by the second batch, a total of thirteen thorny chains running through the wine cabinet on the inside of the bar, judging from the direction of the attack, her target was me and the bartender - it looked like a third party, and besides, her dress did not have the characteristics of a wizard, and her ability display did not look like a magic emissary, but like a mysterious system unique to this repeater world, the electronic demon emissary.

As I thought, the woman who carried out the sneak attack looked up sleepily, and the loud music continued, but the human voice faded away. In the observation of the chain judgment, most of the wandering guests closed their mouths, stopped having fun, pushed away the overwhelmed, and stood out as if in formation. One group went to close the front door of the bar, and the other went to close the back door, and their actions were as clean as if they had been rehearsed countless times. And in the shadow of the woman, a huge metal ball slowly rose, and one end of the thirteen thorny chains was connected to this metal ball. The metal ball, which is one meter in diameter, is roughly the front of it, and is painted with yellow paint to create a simple smiley face. With a lazy expression of control, the woman sat on the metal ball and let it hold it suspended in mid-air, and the thirteen thorny chains nailed into the walls and ground were pulled out like tentacles, losing gravity and swinging freely in the air.

Her attack couldn't have hit me, and even the bartender was only a little cautious, his clothes were torn, but he wasn't hurt.

"This will be taken over by our Paris Chinese Strike Regiment." The woman looked at me and the bartender with a smirk and confidently announced.

It was only at this time that I saw her clearly for the first time.

Of course, she is a strange woman, but she is still a beauty full of French style. But obviously, this is not the reason for her self-confidence, what she relies on is the power of her electronic demon, and I think that even among the group of people who occupy the bar at the moment, there is also a zài electronic demon messenger, and this woman's ability is probably one of the best among these people, even overwhelming. It was not an easy task to assemble a group of electronic demon messengers as henchmen. The emergence of this Parisian Chinese strike group is not surprising, and the situation in Las Vegas is a model for cities everywhere, and the unstoppable trend of local electronic demon messengers forming a mysterious organization. They are probably not the only occult organization in the metropolis of Paris, but it is also possible that the Paris Chinese Strike Regiment is just a branch of a larger mystical organization.

However, judging from the current situation, they are not on the side of NOG, nor are they on the side of Doomsday Shinrikyo, but they appear as an independent posture and will occupy this bar, probably from somewhere.

"This little brother, I'm very interested in the names you said earlier." The woman smiled in her hand, "After listening to your conversation, I realized that this world is really different from what I thought in the past. White Claudia, Paradise, Goat Guild and ...... Apocalyptic Shinrikyo, right? Sounds a lot like a cult. However, since even the electronic demon has survived, then, the cult that has been passed down for a long time and has incredible power, and-" She looked at me deeply: "The righteous people who resist the cult are not surprising even if they have zài, right?" ”

"Shinrikyo has never excluded outsiders, and all strangers, even enemies, are our potential believers." The bartender didn't show any wavering, "If you want paradise, I won't stop it, and I hope you can make a long-term deal." Don't worry about being scammed, we are ready to have a variety of cooperation models, which can not only maintain your independence, but also allow everyone to share the benefits together. But as a premise, I hope you can fix this thing. His gaze turned to me, "You see, I'm just a normal person, I can't stop him from doing anything, but if he does something, you can't get what you want." (To be continued......)