The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 767 Ch.766 A Wet Conscience

Julie Valentine holds a cigarette.

Half an hour ago, she and her men arrived at the scene.

To be honest, she didn't really want to get involved in this matter.

The ritualists who have been on the other side of the world for a long time all know what the Maelstrom is - sorry, she has to correct that.

All ritualists are of the same ilk.

She had never seen a ritualist who could be called a "good person", even the saint Delis who sacrificed herself in history to perform the ritual and put the gods to sleep.

Just like Holy Cross said.

These "monsters" who are superior to mortals are born with "original sin".

We must move forward on the flesh and souls of mortals.

What is the Great Whirlpool?

Look at the Ring of Eternal Silence.

Does this god who rules over the kingdom of the dead really know that his followers are selling death and hope?

What would the poor, who had no money but longed for the peace of their fathers, mothers or children's souls, give in exchange for a loosely put together coffin and the words:

Those hyenas who eat people without leaving any bones.

Ilet Art Association, Holy Cross, Just Church.

The Noti Golden Lantern in the Maelstrom is not the last thing that should be banned.

First stop collecting the 'faith tax' from those poor people.

Julie bit the cigarette holder.

London's hot, soot-filled smog slowly expanded in my lungs.

"If I didn't owe her a favor..."

"grown ups?"

"nothing."

Julie Valentine walked around the puddle impatiently, aiming at the door of the entertainment venue. The red sun rose slowly behind the great Holy Cross, and as the earth warmed up, the consultant became more and more anxious.

The executive officer was not in for long.

But time waits for no one.

Once the church gets the news, she will have to deal with those people personally - if possible, Julie still hopes that these black church uniforms can be handed over to her as soon as possible.

"May you and your holy child rest on the couch for a while... until the afternoon..."

She prayed to the All-Father in the early morning, a rare moment.

"Lady Julie."

The detective at the side called her in a low voice.

“I am praying.”

"No, sir, these children..."

"What child—"

Julie raised her head, her expression changing from impatience to astonishment in an instant.

Countless boys and girls swarmed into the archway that was almost torn off its hinges.

Like towards her.

“…Stop, stop! Stand up! Everyone, stand up! Open your eyes! You lazy bastards whose mothers are dead!”

Even though Julie is quite skilled and experienced, she has never seen such a big scene before...

She's not a pastor.

A group of pale and skinny children.

Boys, girls, people of different skin colors, and people whose genders are difficult to distinguish.

They were half-naked, but some of them had extraordinary family backgrounds as evidenced by the remaining cloth - they had iron chains hanging around their ankles or tied around their wrists, and all of them had long 'tails' pulling on them, which made a harsh noise from the rustling friction.

Rushed towards them.

Surrounded by those children.

Julie Valentine saw a familiar and absolutely unforgettable face.

Roland Collins.

This boy who used to be so timid in front of me has now become the judge of the Tribunal...

It should be a man.

Julie flicked away the cigarette butt, pulled out her gun, and was about to move forward.

Next, she witnessed the most unforgettable scene in her life:

The golden-eyed bastard raised his arms high, attracting all the children's attention to himself, then made a 'gun' gesture and headed straight towards a busy road - the one that led to the most prosperous commercial street in the West District.

"Death-contest-"

He drew out a long note.

Then land.

"start!"

At the command.

All the children were like puppets that were wound up and then released, charging towards the scattered encirclement like crazy, fearless of life and death!

Julie Valentine froze in place.

Frankly, she had no idea what was going on.

It's like when you're dining in a restaurant and suddenly someone grabs your knife, uses it to gouge out his or her left eye, and then does a dance and shouts "Sixty-seven apples are much heavier than three pieces of cake" -

You will also be stunned.

Just a moment.

The loose encirclement formed by the children and the detectives closed the distance in an instant.

The police officers, led by detectives or Dan Budge, shouted, warned, retreated, looked around for their superiors, waited for orders, hesitated to draw their guns, and continued to hesitate whether to shoot.

All of the above steps give the children who are charging forward more time to rush towards hope.

In a blink of an eye, they were in close combat with the detectives.

The biggest black boy pushed his way through the loose circle. He was subdued by a nimble detective, but was pushed away by more kids again and smashed open with chains. He roared away like an unstoppable torrent of hope.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

The black-haired young man's laughter sounded like the most vicious ridicule.

Julie Valentine faced the torrent, kicking down those who were blindly rushing towards her, while raising her gun and firing several rounds into the air.

The sound of gunfire made the scene quiet for a moment.

A moment.

But it cannot tame the human instinct for survival.

Half a second later, the roar blasted open several doors again. The doors were riddled with holes, mixed with the shouts of the police and the panicked voices:

'What should we do?'

'Shoot the kids?'

Julie was furious and stepped forward to grab Roland by the collar.

"What are you doing, Officer?"

But the man she caught gasped, and under her gaze, his expression became terrified.

"These little bastards attacked me, Counselor Julie."

"…What did you say?"

"They are related to the human trafficking in the Maelstrom, Advisor 'Master'," Roland looked away, "and injured me while trying to escape."

Valentine: "Human trafficking? Trafficked?"

Roland was shocked. "Are they traffickers? My Father God, these rebellious little monsters who are not even as tall as the wheels of a car actually secretly trafficked the most elite soldiers of our empire to India. That is an unforgivable crime..."

Julie looked at his handsome face making strange expressions and speaking inhuman words, and she felt a lump in her chest.

The next moment.

The gun went off again.

Bang!

The woman turned around suddenly: "Who told you to shoot without permission?!"

A detective who was mixed in the crowd said sternly: "We can't let the descendants of these barbarians go to the West District, sir, it will cause trouble..."

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang——

Gunshots rang out one after another, and flowers of despair bloomed on the backs of people of varying heights.

"I helped you find the disobedient traitor... You're welcome."

Roland blinked and rolled his palms into a bucket around his mouth.

"Hurry up and catch these little monsters. If they run to the commercial streets of the West End or the theaters with the largest flow of people and make public some things that should not be mentioned, I am afraid the whole country will tremble—"

Julie wanted to strangle him.

"Are you crazy? Roland Collins?" She pulled him towards her and said angrily, "Do you know that some things cannot be exposed to the sun?"

"They're not the queen's underpants, why not?"

Roland lowered his arm, held down Julie's fingers, and slowly pried them apart one by one.

The power he displayed frightened the female consultant greatly.

How long has it been?

he…

Which round has he reached?

"Some people's consciences are always cold and damp, and it's hard to dry them. They don't want to put this cute little thing in the sun to dry it. Who can force you gentlemen and ladies to do this?"

Roland adjusted his collar and looked past Julie at the long blood-stained street.

Julie Valentine had a complicated expression on her face. She turned around and remained silent for a long time amid the gunfire.

You certainly didn't force them to air their consciences in the sun.

But you lifted the roof.