The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 760 Ch.759 Raid on Noti's Golden Lamp (Additional)

Sixty people, seventy people, eighty people.

On paper the numbers don't look like much.

In fact, these people were able to circle the Noti Golden Lamp twice.

When the police, detectives and law enforcement officers gathered in carriages or on foot, even the passing newsboy knew that something big was going to happen - as usual, Fernandez would "open the show".

He just loves doing this.

——The court deliberately chose the early morning instead of the afternoon or evening, which meant that some people were destined to be woken up from their sleep.

"grown ups?"

The guard at the door obviously had an eye for it.

When Fernandez strode forward as if he had been hit hard, three guards came forward with their backs bent: even if they did not recognize the uniform, they recognized the large number of police officers in front of them.

“We paid our taxes.”

The leading guard stopped Fernandez with a smirk, and the smart guard behind him ran back to report the news.

"What taxes are you paying? Who are you talking to?"

Fernandez's eyes darted from side to side, and his tone was clearly looking for trouble.

"We have received a report that Noti Golden Lamp is harboring cultists."

These words immediately burned the gatekeeper's brain.

Wh, what…hiding?

What does that word…mean?

Cultist?

report?

What are these people doing? Where am I?

Who am I?

His brain was working rapidly, trying to digest the text with his wit and come up with a reasonable answer that could delay time within half a second - but unfortunately, he overestimated his ability.

The last time he used his brain like this was when he and his wife's sister were caught on the couch talking about the story of bees and stamens by his wife.

That night didn't go well.

He made many excuses, such as: her life was not going well, her husband beat her, she came to borrow some salt, I was just tired of sitting with her and taking a rest, we drank wine, the Father of All Things told us to do this...

final.

The wife only accepted the last reason.

It was the Father of All that told them to do this.

Half a year later, his wife went to the countryside to visit her parents, and when she came back she was pregnant - she said she was pregnant with the child of the Father of All Things.

This was the last time.

Now.

It’s the second time.

The guard leader broke out in a cold sweat - the dark-skinned men who had surrounded him looked at him unfriendly, and they might rush up and beat him up if he wasn't careful.

The benefactor is in...

Fuck the benefactor.

All the gods except the Benefactor, please bless me.

"I don't have the final say, sir, first--sir! You--wait, wait sir, you can't just barge in like that! You have to make an appointment first--"

He and his men tried to stop them but were roughly pushed away.

Immediately following.

Several men and women in the same religious uniforms filed in.

"Ma'am! Sir! I can't make the decision! I can't let you in... or I'll lose my job... Please, I can't--"

He was about to reach out to grab the woman's long braids, but was punched hard the next second.

A young man who was so beautiful that he was hated.

He didn't even put down the silver cane, but leaned on it with one hand and clenched the other hand into a fist, and hit everyone.

He lay on the ground, dizzy and with water flowing out of his nostrils.

"I still think you should go to the races."

Roland rolled his eyes.

"Cut off the heads of those two? The blood spurted out like they had eaten unclean meat?"

Peter Heller smiled gently and hugged York who was following him: "Since you want to teach the Whirlpool a lesson, how can you not make a big fuss?"

Shandel, Roland, York and Peter Heller fell behind, following Fernandez and Blade in the lead, and walked through the corridor together.

Julie and Dan Budge were on the outside.

The former didn't want to get involved, and sending someone here was already a great favor. The latter...

There is no ability to interfere.

"Sir? Excuse me--no, you can't go in..."

There are many waiters in the Noti Golden Lamp.

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After passing through the corridor, you can go up and down the stairs from the right corner.

There is an underground area and an upper area.

"Blade and I will take care of the second and third floors. Hele, you take Roland and Shandel to clean up the underground. The others will seal off the first floor. Nothing can leave - I mean, nothing."

Fernandez instructed as he pushed the bullet into the chamber of the gun.

"There are guards in the Maelstrom, real guards. Including those 'noble' and 'unworthy' guests - if you want to take action, don't hold back. Listen, if anyone gets hurt here, he or she will have to wash my socks for a month."

Blade was chewing some of the latest popular soft candy, his hands in his pockets, making constant crunching sounds in his mouth.

"Wash my socks..." She muttered, then seemed to think of something and immediately changed her words: "No, then you will definitely get hurt on purpose."

Fernandez didn't bother to pay attention to her. He glared at her and walked towards the stairs without looking back.

Blade laughed twice and blew a kiss to Roland.

"Follow the old poker and let him lead the way, and you won't get hurt, dear."

When she passed by Roland, she blew into his ear. She was watched by Chandel with a 'gentle' look the whole time until she disappeared at the stairs.

"Okay, we have to hurry too."

Peter Heller turned around and looked at his apprentice, Roland, and Shandel in turn, watching them draw their daggers and grip their guns tightly. He then walked past the trembling waiter and took down a gilded oil lamp from the wall.

Roland had been underground.

The familiar feeling of coldness wrapped around the exposed skin like layers of soft tentacles.

The footsteps became the loudest sound.

"I drank here a few years ago."

Peter Heller said as he walked.

"A friend from the Ring of Eternal Silence invited me. However, he's on the first floor."

He said.

"What's the difference?"

Roland asked.

"The difference is..." He shook the oil lamp, half of his face turned sideways and melted into the shadow: "... there is only one layer that will not harm your morality and conscience, Collins."

The first layer of the Noti Golden Lamp is relatively 'simple'.

Although it is equally expensive, it is just a normal place for men and women to drink and flirt.

The further down you go.

The sun is harder to reach.

"What about up?"

"Upward?" The old gentleman smiled meaningfully: "The closer you are to the gods."

The underground area is divided into a series of large and spacious private rooms.

They were going to open the door, go in, pull out the people inside, and check for "contraband" - for the sake of efficiency, Peter Heller first gave a standard demonstration.

Give the lamp to Shandel.

Use the sole of your shoe to kick open the door lock.

Raise your gun.

He rushed in yelling, knocking out the teeth of all the men or women guarding the living room.

"Open the door!"

"The Inquisition!"