PS: A little late begging for everything

Chapter 108, the situation is upgraded!

Although the locomotive is full of gasoline smell, at least the speed is quite satisfactory. For these small situations, Kars can endure it.

And sitting in the driver's seat was naturally Father Anderson. Although he had taught Kars a hard lesson from the perspective of "asceticism", he finally got into the car very cooperatively - in addition to being considerate of his disciples, getting to the destination faster was also more in line with Anderson's style of doing things.

The old locomotive, which constantly makes a "bump" noise, bypasses the crater that has been shattered by the shells, and in the blink of an eye it is between two hills. After that, the road is already a straight line, and in the distance, you can even see the outline of the farmstead and the city.

- They will soon reach the destination of their trip, Seooliai.

And the more this is the case, the more alert Kars, who is sitting in the passenger seat.

The corners of his mouth still have a smile that seems to be eternal, but the vigilance on his body is faintly mentioned to the highest!

Although the road had been relatively peaceful so far, he always had a premonition that the eyes of the enemy had already locked on them as they approached.

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"Here they are."

“…”

The other end of the phone, as expected, fell into a brief silence. Soon, though, as captain, Simonson, who was in his early 40s, calmed down.

"Let's do as planned."

"But... They're members of the church, in case... What if..."

"Then you're saying just wait for death!? Wake up, Calbsa! ”

The angry roar made the man froze for a moment, and then finally clenched his fists... Yes, he didn't want to die, if it weren't for this, his twenty-plus years of life would have ended a few months ago, and he wouldn't have become what he is now.

But he chose, he had a reason to live!

"I... I understand! ”

In his left hand, he tightened the pendant around his neck, embedded in which was a photograph of his sister and brother who had taken refuge in North America. Even for their sake, Kalbsa could not be killed here by the priests of the Church, he had to live to see them again, he had to return to them.

Putting the earpiece aside for the time being, Calbusa climbed back to where he had observed, his left hand still holding the pendant, and his otherwise empty right hand, at some point, also holding a black cuboid object.

After becoming the kind of monster that scared him in the first place, it wasn't completely without benefits... It's like in this cloudy twilight, without the help of any optical equipment, he can clearly see what is happening a kilometer away with the naked eye.

-- It's like a black and white silent movie.

The locomotive slowly drove in the direction of Šiauliai, turned the valley, rounded the crater, and finally climbed onto a low bridge...

Kalbsa took a deep breath, he was not very old, but he had been a mercenary for four years, he had obviously done similar things countless times, but at this juncture, he still felt the hesitation and trembling in his heart.

He bit his lip tightly, forcing himself to calm down, and then slowly pushed away the safety on the side of the black cuboid in the palm of his right hand.

Thumb up the red button...

At the moment when the other party arrived at the designated position, he finally pressed the detonating switch heavily!

…

Rumble... Rumble.

…

Even though it was far away, the low blasting sound still crossed the boundaries of space and traveled far away on the air waves.

The first explosion occurred directly in front of the opposing vehicle... As a demoman, Calbsa calculated accurately, and the low-power blast accurately forced the opponent to stop, and immediately after, an even more violent and powerful explosion occurred at the bottom of the locomotive!

Black smoke and firelight briefly obscured the view.

A moment later, only a few pieces of broken iron remained where the locomotive had stopped.

… He personally killed the executors of two churches.

Calbusa, who had recovered his strength, took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and silently lit one for himself. The inferior cigarette gave off a foul smell, but he smoked one clean in one go.

Standing up, he picked up the handset that had fallen aside.

"Captain?"

"I'm here."

"That's it..."

“… Well done. ”

No matter how simple the exchange was, but it seemed to drain Calbsa's strength, he hung up the phone with relief, and walked slowly back to his room.

-- Something as thrilling as today's may happen many times in the future.

Became a vampire and temporarily escaped from the hands of death... But even then, he simply doesn't see his future. More than once, Karbusa wondered when such a self would die.

… Maybe it was a certain German bombing?

Or maybe it was a Soviet counterattack?

Could it be that their weapons and ammunition were depleted first, and then brutally killed by the executors of the church?

He didn't know... But it seems that no matter what, they will not escape the tragic end, and all that awaits them is destruction and death. However, even so, as monsters, they are still struggling to find an impossible way out...

Again, he habitually took out his cigarette and wanted to light it for himself.

Outside, it was already completely dark, and the light from the lighter only briefly illuminated the dark corners. But because of this brief moment, Karbusa's hands and feet suddenly stiffened.

At the doorway leading to the passageway, a tall black figure wearing silver glasses stood there, and in his hands, he held two shiny spell swords...

Church... Executor!!

A strong sense of fear clenched his heart, and the monster instinctively retreated in the direction of the balcony, but no sooner had he stepped out than another voice stopped him.

"All qi and blood are like grass and trees, and his beauty is like flowers on grass..."

Turning his head, behind him, just as he had just fallen down to observe the enemy, a boy in a red jacket jumped up from downstairs, casually against the door frame, and he still held a tome of the Bible in his hand.

…

"The grass will wither, and the flowers will wither."