Chapter 137: The Trumpet of the Riot

Today's itinerary is a little magical.

They were targeted by the cult at the entrance of the hotel, then posted a report letter overnight, and then Yager killed all the rebels, and eventually, found out that the only living one left was Intis's spy.

Byam is full of talent.

…… It's too despicable to think of using this way to eliminate clues!

Inside the room, Klein gathered in silence around the table and watched as Yager pulled out the evidence he found from the pocket of his bloodied clothes.

"This spy is a newcomer to the natives, so he only knows about one of the rebels' strongholds. It's a pity that it has just been served by me. Yager sighed as he explained.

"As for Intis, they connect to a specific channel on the radio every week, and this is published in a specific section of the daily Republic."

There was now a mobile radio station on the table, similar to what Crane had seen at White Shark, but more delicate and obviously able to convey farther distances. and a cut out of a newspaper.

This was all taken out of the mouth of the spy during the interrogation.

Despite his strong belief in Intis, the Spy was willing to sacrifice his life to avoid providing information to the enemy...... But this is all nonsense in the face of being brutally tortured.

Although, Yager unilaterally insisted that this was a "treatment".

All in all, with this information, coupled with Crane's 'Faceling' ability, they can completely replace the Indish spy.

Looking at the cutting-edge intelligence technology on the table, Crane's silent heart for death was about to move.

His potion had actually been digested the last time he was caught by Yager. After all, even if he doesn't play Gelman well, he believes in God for a second......

With a few more Spys, he'll be ready to get ready to move up to Sequence Five.

The future is bright!

Flathead once again had the upper hand.

"By the way, did you find any information about the Moon's dependents?" Klein suddenly remembered.

Next to him, Yager was sharpening his knife against the strange shape on the ground with a strange smile, and when he heard this, he tilted his head slightly, and replied casually: "I found it." ”

"It is said that the contents of the ruins on Simim Island are related to this. Because the carving also has a storm motif, the devotees associate it with the Kavituwa. ”

"But the people of Intis have already set off there with an archaeologist."

"I just visited them at their accommodation and they haven't come back yet. But according to the time, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be about the same. ”

The archaeologist seemed to be a member of some covert organization, mixed with Intis's operatives, and his mobility was quite promising. Or catch them first and interrogate them, he ran over now, and the items in the ruins have been taken away.

While thinking, the movements of his hands did not stop.

The limbs on the ground let out a faint scream, and the life was completely extinguished.

Crane, who was watching, visibly shook with his naked eyes.

However, what they didn't expect at all was that the course of events would be so rapid.

The next morning, on the first floor of the small hotel, the table top of the restaurant trembled, and only the noise of propellers in the sky was heard piercing the sky, which was deafening.

It was the airship of the Rune military.

And then came a gloomy sky and a huge wave that could be heard even in the hotel.

The storm is coming.

Baiam seemed to tremble in the storm.

There are obvious extraordinary traces behind this.

Kavituva?

Yager frowned, casting a puzzled look outside. While watching, I calmly took a bite of the meat skewers for breakfast.

"What's going on out there?" Daniz, the most curious member of the group, had already walked out of the hotel and poked his head out of the gate.

Dozens of seconds later, the question was answered.

Piercing screams rang from the surrounding aboriginal houses, and at the end of the block, fiery red rune outfits appeared around the corner.

The sound of a uniform heel tapping represents the arrival of the army!

"Martial law! Martial law!! ”

"No going out on the street today!"

"Anyone who appears on the street is considered a member of the rebels!"

"Consciously wait for the interrogation at home!"

One of the imposing soldiers, holding a golden horn in the style of Rune, stood at the front of the line and shouted a warning.

Voices echoed over the block.

In an instant, the atmosphere here was tense.

From the view of the hotel's main door, there is no shortage of indigenous people running around.

Some of the fanatical believers who were familiar with the same people who had appeared at yesterday's festival even appeared from the surrounding houses, and with extreme hatred in their eyes, they rushed towards the army!

But fate is also predestined.

"Bang!!"

The deafening sound of rifle fire, mixed with the angry yells of men, the screams of women, and the cries of children, immediately threw the neighborhood into chaos.

Scarlet blood stamped the ground.

Crane couldn't help but look shocked.

Daniz, on the other hand, was relatively familiar with this, his face was vigilant, and he quickly reached out to pull the door.

"Wait!"

A middle-aged male voice stopped him.

The owner of the voice soon came into view.

Rune has a face, wears a dark blue boat-shaped hat, and has a relationship with Yager.

It was the captain of the White Onyx, the poor robbed man who carried Klein to the Golden Dream, the just Ayrlan.

Yager raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Klein next to him also looked over in surprise, but did not forget his character: "Erlan? How did you get here? ”

With wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, Erlan took advantage of Daniz's closing of the door and quickly walked into the hotel, leaving the battlefield that had begun outside.

He nodded politely and chuckled:

"Gelman."

"Because you registered the house with your own identity, you can look it up at the Storm Church and the military."

"And this one," he paused for a moment, his gaze hesitantly wandering between Daniz and Yager, "well, Mr. Yager Dresser?" ”

Ager was sent out by the church, and he was very arrogant and did not use a pseudonym.

He put down the breakfast in his hand, raised his eyes and nodded, "It's me." ”

"What's the matter?"

Erlan breathed a sigh of relief, as if glad that this was not an enemy. Apparently, he was impressed by the young man who dragged Gelman away from the ship in a coma.

"Hello."

"On behalf of the United Military Church of Rune, I extend an invitation to you to join the official effort."

"Something happened to Baiam. Of course, it's not too much of a problem, it's just that the streets need to be cleared and a few wanted people need to be found. But because they wanted to find the target as soon as possible, they were stretched thin. ”

"They think you," Ellan looked at Klein, "hehe, although the origin is unknown, you are very friendly, and I hope you can help with the investigation." ”

Furthermore......

"Mr. Dressster, are you from the Night Church?" He asked, a little stuck, rubbing his hands to prove his incredulity.

Yager bowed: "That's right. ”

Combined with his behavior of blocking and robbing with the Golden Dream, this statement is not very convincing.

It's all up to the Night Church's anti-corruption standards, okay?

Unfortunately, no victim has dared to report him.

Sure enough, after hearing the confirmation, a well-disguised and complicated look appeared in Erlan's eyes:

"Ahem, all in all, the result of the coordination on the part of the Storm Church is that I hope to ask you to join in this purge. The military will pay accordingly. ”

"Of course, the loot can also be kept by yourself."

"The target is this woman."

He showed a bounty on which the face of a familiar archaeologist was drawn.

"Although it won't be too much of a problem, the sooner you find your goal, the sooner you can end this disaster."

(End of chapter)