At that moment, the priest who followed the food looked up, and a cold light flashed in the corner of his eye.

Behind the door, the clergyman drew his sword silently, staring silently at the door, which could penetrate the waiter's head in a split second.

The chill bursts out.

"Anything else?"

The priest stared at the waiter's face with a grim expression.

The waiter swallowed and spat, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he subconsciously shrank his neck, and even the smile he squeezed out stiffened. The hand that had reached into his arms was awkwardly withdrawn, and it was a small colored card.

"Do you need service for your guests?"

He shuddered and handed over the card, on which the bewitchingly dressed girl was coquettish and seductive: "Hot Burgundian girl, six pounds at a time, no, forty pounds......"

As he spoke, he became smooth, and finally had a tacit ambiguous smile on his face, unaware that he had walked on the line of life and death:

"If you need anything, a smaller one is available!"

"No, you don't. ”

The priest grimaced, glanced at the card in his hand, tore it apart, threw it in the trash, and then slammed the door shut, almost smashing it in his face.

After closing the door, the priest took out a black iron skewer from his bosom and tested it for toxicity before bringing it up.

Colt couldn't eat it after a few bites of steak, and his mind carefully recalled all kinds of details that might leak secrets, but he couldn't figure out where this sense of crisis came from.

Soon, his fingers twitched, and he raised his head, his face changed suddenly.

"That's not right!"

This short-haul steamer, which can only be said to be barely improvised, mainly relies on transporting some poor immigrants for its livelihood, and even the furnishings in the most exclusive suites are full of old and musty smells.

Wealthy people simply don't take such inconspicuous broken ships, they have safer and more comfortable cruise options to choose from.

Where, then, would anyone on this ship spend forty pounds on a prostitute?

"That card!"

He suddenly looked at the trash can at the door: "Where's the card?"

The two priests looked down and rummaged through the trash cans, and soon found the fragments, but after careful examination, they could not see any clues.

No poison, no other tricks, nothing.

It's just an ordinary piece of paper......

"Relax, Colt. ”

Inside, Philip, who was leaning on the old sofa, raised his eyes: "There's no need to make a fuss, I'm here." ”

Colt's face turned pale, and he didn't know if he was angry because of his mistake or ashamed of his panic: "I'm sorry, but I thought too much. ”

Before the words fell, a crisp voice sounded.

Death is coming.

Twenty minutes ago, the iron wheel was about to set sail.

Amid the high-pitched sound of the whistle, the gray-clad Master Bono passed by the sailors carrying supplies and rations, stepped off the ship, and disappeared into the sea of people.

The **** sailors were smoking cigarettes, giggling and telling lewd jokes and jokes, and there were still prostitute lip prints on their sweaty bodies.

On the carts and their shoulders, carrying boxes full of grain and goods, they were carried all the way down the freight elevator to the bottom warehouse. And in the middle of the crowd, a few inconspicuous people quietly blended into the dirty boat, never to be seen again.

A few minutes later, someone went into the crew's bedroom, tied up the dozing owner and stuffed it under the bed, politely stripped naked, changed his clothes, put on a latex fake face, and finally slipped a small brothel propaganda card in the toilet garbage basket into his pocket.

So it looks like it's presentable.

He looked in the mirror, grimaced, nodded in satisfaction, and walked out the door.

"2nd floor c2 suite. ”

There was a lazy crew member who crouched on the wall of the corridor and smoked a cigarette and gave him an address: "Right next to the captain's bedroom, the best room." The gang is very cautious, the slightest wind and grass can't escape the eyes, this job is not good, you better be careful. ”

"Where is the good job in troublesome business? The 'waiter' shoved a bill of exchange into his pocket: "This is your share." Is the hole in the lifeboat chiseled?"

"Do you want to dig a hole, do you want to put two more candles in it?"

The sailor grinned, as if 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, and the captain's bastard has already quietly sold everything by himself." The remaining two ships were all sample goods, and they were not launched.

If you want me to say, if you want to make a big vote, there is no need to be so troublesome. When the boat arrived at the Yellow Zone......" he made an explosive gesture: "God doesn't know, ghosts don't know." ”

"There are still people in this ship who have sinned unto death, and they should have a chance to atone for their sins before they go to hell. The waiter said lightly: "Besides, this is also the employer's request: try not to affect the innocent." ”

"It's really professional. The sailor sighed, "Speak like a priest." ”

The waiter smiled, did not speak, got up to leave, and when he reached the hatch, he heard a voice behind him: "Bring a good message to Mr. Holmes for me, and I will not owe him anything now." ”

He looked back and watched as the sailor snuffed out his cigarette and turned to leave.

Ten minutes later, the door slammed on the waiter's face, flattening the lewd smile.

He crouched down exaggeratedly and screamed in pain, but his fingers were stained with paint on the cuffs, and a few red dots were drawn inconspicuously on the wall of the cabin. The moment he stretched out his hand to Carmen, he could see the position of everyone in the cabin through the brass buttons on his wrists.

"One with three steps, one with six steps, the musicians, and two at the door, with armor under their clothes. ”

Around the corner of the hallway, he rubbed his lips as he rubbed his nose as he passed a group of passengers returning to the cabin. The group of passengers laughed and walked away grinning, back to their cabins.

In those different cabins, the moment the doors closed, the dust cloth covering the furniture and the bed was removed. Wordlessly, the men, women, and children took off their coats, revealing the close-fitting leather coats underneath. The metal parts laid out under the dust cloth quickly assembled into a huge machine with the help of several palms.

Several pitch-black ballistae, half a man tall, were lifted in unison, and the carpet was lifted to reveal a long-hewn hollow, into which expansion screws were driven and quickly snapped, holding the heavy ballista to the steel floor.

"Angle correction. ”

The bespectacled engineer tore out a few pages of notes that had just been written, and the pencils were densely filled with calculations on them, and they were attached to the ballista:

"At nine o'clock, sixteen degrees. ”

"At twelve o'clock, the left side is an octave offset. Six-layer decks. ”

"Seven o'clock direction, coverage blows. ”

In the trunk, underneath the messy clothes, steel arrows the size of a child's arm were assembled, mounted on a ballista, and embedded in the bracket with the rotation of the winch.

As the ballista turned, it reflected the rays of the setting sun outside the window and shone on a wooden face. And so the face was coated with a chilling iron light.

As the angle was adjusted, the ballista was aligned with the positions of several people in the compartment through several layers of cabins. The final correction is complete.

In a numbing, dull sound, the steel strings in the ballista were twisted, and with a crisp sound, the last of the safety was unfastened, and with a single snap, the deadly bolts burst out.

But in the silence, everyone's faces were calm and serious, and they bowed their heads, and under the guidance of the engineer, they half-knelt on the ground, closed their eyes and prayed.

"The bell of mourning is about to ring, my Lord, for your sake. ”

Their voices were cold and low, as if they were about to be turned into stone: "Lower the curtain and the judgment, that the guilty may be condemned, and that the guilty may be redeemed in hell."

We will execute your judgment and fill the river that flows to you with their souls. ”

The Engineer lowered his eyes and drew the emblem on his chest:

"...... in the name of the Holy City, the Holy Spirit and the Holy Son"

"-Launch!"

Collapse!

First came the trigger hook, the soft sound of the spring popping out, then the hub spinning, the scream of the steel string cutting through the air, and then the black and heavy iron arrow bursting through the air.

In the time of a thousand times of slowing down, the armor-piercing arrow tore through the air, leaving ripples like water, and it passed through the cabin like a bamboo, as gentle and silent as water entering the sand.

Then the deck burst, tearing open a huge hole, and a white wave of air rolled up, and all the glass burst and fell into the sea.

And the iron arrow roared, breaking through the air, like a dragon's roar, layer by layer through the cabin.

One, two, three, four......

Destroy the wither!

Eventually, the walls of the suite were torn apart, revealing a cold iron glow behind the blood-clad priest.

At that moment, the silent priest was shocked, and the steel prosthetic spewed hot steam, and the blade of the sword ejected from the scabbard like lightning, slashing backwards.

Slashed.

But in the next moment, the blade shattered, and the terrible fragments shot into his chest, scraping open several cracks, and the bones were white underneath.

Then the iron arrow continued to advance, shattering the sternum and spine, penetrating his chest, leaving a cruel hole, and finally wedged into the wall, the body of the arrow trembling.

And just before that moment, Master Philip's face changed suddenly, three inches of cold light burst out of his pupils, and his hands were folded in a prayer shape. The phantom of the emblem emerged from the void behind him, enveloping him.

Pure white light lit up from between his hands, shooting at Colt like a meteor, covering him, and the next moment, the light vibrated and pinned down the iron arrows that Biao had shot from.

Staring at the iron arrow that was only a few centimeters away from him, Colt sweated profusely in an instant.

And at this moment, the iron arrows suddenly dissociated and exploded.

It's like a flower.

I didn't want to talk, but everyone in the book review area was anxious.

This volume is not over yet, and it is not too late to make a conclusion when it is over. (To be continued.) )