"That's right, it's me!" The turtledove did not make a sound, he just nodded, and the sturgeon and smoked fish understood what the turtledove said.

"I came down from above!" Turtledove smiled and pointed to the top of his head. He still didn't speak, but he answered the question of the sturgeon and smoked fish.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!" The turtledove patted the sturgeon and smoked fish on the back, and his movements spoke for his mouth.

So, the sturgeon and smoked fish obediently stood behind the turtledove.

The giant grimace at him, and the sturgeon and smoked fish wanted to laugh, but he tried to hold it back, and a bubble came out of his nostrils.

Four figures, one a turtledove, two giant and peso, and a tall, thin young man with a terrifyingly gloomy face. Sturgeon and smoked fish didn't know him.

……

This kind of small-scale combat in a confined space is what turtledoves like the most.

Without the suppression of firepower, with his 'golden finger', he can calmly dodge the bullets that are about to fall on him, and at the same time easily take out the enemy one by one.

The turtledove was at the front, and the giant, the peso, and the strange young man followed in his footsteps. Sturgeons and smoked fish consciously walk behind, blocking the gap behind the turtledoves.

The glow of the candle flame cast their figures onto the ceiling, bent down the wall, and slowly spread under the two chatting experimenters in front of the operating table.

"Modric, why do I suddenly feel a little cold?"

"Anelka, I'm very hot. We should do a different job, you chop the meat, and I'll keep the record-"

Pitch-black shadows had spread down the walls and onto the notebook in Modric's hand.

He watched in amazement as the dark shadow shook in his notebook, then slowly turned his head.

Then he saw a long barrel of a gun facing him, and when he opened his mouth in surprise, it quickly stuffed into his mouth.

"Modric, why don't you speak?" Anelka, with a bone cleaver in his hand, also turned around.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a ball of blood erupted from the back of Modric's head.

Modric fell backwards, his hand raised, and the notebook was thrown into the air, and the fluttering papers fell like autumn leaves.

The candle flame casts the shadows of paper on the walls, ceilings, and operating tables, like ghosts with teeth and claws roaring silently.

"You...... You guys...... Who is it? Anelka held the bone cleaver in his hand, his legs trembling, and his speech slurred.

Turtledove aimed the barrel at him!

"Don't, don't shoot......" Anelka said hurriedly.

The knife in his hand slid down onto the operating table, and he held his hands high and begged in a panicked tone.

On the barrel of the gun in front of him, Modric's blood was still dripping.

At this time, if his mind could be a little clearer, he should have thought that there were actually no bullets in the barrel of the turtledove.

But fear had taken over his mind, and he had lost the ability to think.

"Get down on your knees!" Turtledove said.

Anelka then knelt down obediently.

There was a cold, sticky layer of blood on the ground, and when Anelka knelt down, he felt as if he was being clutched tightly by the ground.

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"Repent!"

Anelka raised his hands and did not dare to put them down, but his mouth was already involuntarily uttering the words of repentance: "Dear Heavenly Father, I am a guilty ......"

He said this confession several times a day, and prayed earnestly before and after each experiment. So even when he was in a panic, he could say it well.

"Suffer death!"

Turtledove shoved the still dripping barrel of the gun into his mouth and stabbed it forward.

Anelka involuntarily grabbed the barrel with his hands, but in a hurry, he couldn't use any force.

The barrel of the gun was pressed against his mouth, pushing him backwards, and then his body was dragged backwards, about ten meters, before he came to a stop when he encountered the wall.

The turtledove pressed tightly against the butt of the gun, looking at Anelka, who was about to push the barrel out of his mouth with both hands.

"Go to hell!"

The turtledove pulled out the barrel of his gun, and Anelka threw himself forward.

He wasn't dead for a while, but his throat was crushed, and blood was spurting out of his mouth like a spring, and he couldn't cover it no matter how much he tried to cover it.

In the basement, his 'ho-ho' roar sounded.

At this point, a piece of paper floats onto the candle and is lit. The light in the basement suddenly lit up.

The hazy and unclear scenes that were previously clearly reflected in the eyes all of a sudden.

Ikaruga was stunned for a moment, then turned around, grabbed the bone cleaver on the operating table, and slashed hard at Anelka, who was still struggling on the ground.

"Cards!" "Cards!" "Cards!"

Again and again, until the lit piece of paper burned out, and the basement was dark again.

After a long silence, the turtledove stood up, took the snow-white towel handed over by Peso, wiped his face, and said in a loud voice: "Let's go!" ”

……

When the sturgeon and smoked fish followed the turtle dove and walked out of the basement again, he was blown by the cold spring breeze in March, and he couldn't hold back any longer, and leaned against the wall and vomited 'wow'.

The school was quiet, so quiet that it was like everyone was dead.

Walking on the familiar road of the past, sturgeon and smoked fish can only hear the sound of trampling feet. The silver moon in the sky sprinkled brilliant mercury, shining on the ground like a layer of hoarfrost.

The sturgeon and smoked fish saw Father Martin's body and hung it on the wall;

He saw Mr. Fitierro's head, rolling down the steps of the playground;

He also saw Mother Tracy's body, which fell to the ground;

He followed Turtledove and walked out of the school gate.

On the lawn outside the gate, a silent group of soldiers stood.

The turtledove walked up to them and asked, "Have you taken care of everything?" ”

One of the soldiers at the head sighed and replied, "It's dealt with - except there!" ”

With the gesture of the soldier, the sturgeon and smoked fish looked over.

He saw that under the statue of the Virgin, Mother Mary was holding a dagger around André's neck, looking at them fiercely.

"He took hostages?" Turtledove asked.

There is no need to answer, it is an obvious thing.

Seeing the turtledove coming towards her, Maria pulled André in front of her again, blocking him in front of her—little Andre couldn't stop her slightly fat body at all.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! If you come back again, I'll kill him—"

Under the gaze of the sturgeon and smoked fish, the turtledove raised the gun in his hand.

"Andrey!" The sturgeon and smoked fish couldn't help but scream worriedly. He looked at the turtledove and said, "That's Andrei!" He's a good guy! ”

Sturgeon and smoked fish don't want Andrei to die, he wants Andrei to live.

"Fisher!" Little Andrei suddenly shouted: "Leave me alone! Kill her and avenge Alice! Kill her! ”

"Shut up, you little bitch!" Mother Maria cried out excitedly, holding Andrei's neck with one hand and waving the dagger in her hand with the other.

He yelled at the turtledove, "Let me go, Indian!" Otherwise, he would be dead! ”

"Bang!"

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