Chapter 269: Battle of Justice

The priest leaned against the straw and frowned slightly: "I don't remember everything, I don't know these things. But my alchemy room key was taken away by your pharmacist. You can go to the church's library through the back door to find local historical documents."

"We have looked for it, but we can't find it." The girl became anxious.

After a long silence, Louise turned her head towards the mottled wall, as if trying to remember where the documents she wanted were. The young man with a bruise on his face behind him grabbed the bars of the cell and stood up, looking at this place in surprise.

"There are bodies in the swamp? What are you talking about?"

Donna didn't want to talk to him, so she said perfunctorily: "Just some ancient tombs."

She didn't wait long, and Louis finally figured it out: "Adelaide and Danny came to the library and took away some ancient documents. Those documents may be put together. Maybe you should go to their homes to look for them."

Donna breathed a sigh of relief. The priests were easier to talk to than she thought:

"Thank you."

"Do you have anything else?" Louis noticed that she was still staring at him, and slightly raised his body leaning back on the straw pile.

"I just thought that maybe you shouldn't stay here. Someone else needs you."

Louis lay back down: "If that's what you want to say, then you can go. I am here to show that justice is being served. I don't need anyone to let me out."

Donna finally understood why Pero said that the priest was mentally ill. Her voice unconsciously rose: "Chude Osmar is sacrificing human lives. No one knows what conspiracy he has. It may harm the general public. As a priest here, you should supervise him."

"Who did he sacrifice?"

"Some rebels from the city."

Hearing this answer, Father Louis simply closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Looking at his appearance, Donna realized that she should have lied to him - the Saviors were not worth dying for.

She stamped her feet angrily, pulled up her red hood and turned to walk towards the exit of the prison.

An old woman wearing a hood also came towards her. She lowered her head and walked hurriedly. She carried a picnic basket covered with cloth in her hand. It seemed that she was also here to visit the prisoners.

They should have passed by each other, but Donna suddenly felt something strange.

She stopped decisively and grabbed the old woman's arm.

"Who are you looking for?"

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then pushed the girl away, reached out to take out a pistol from the picnic basket, turned around and walked quickly to the prison of Father Louis, aimed at the priest inside and was about to pull the trigger.

Then she was knocked off by Donna who had woken up.

The girl shouted, and then the two of them fought hard.

This battle was not good-looking. Neither side of the battle had any fighting skills, but the degree of lethality was not low.

The gun in the old woman's hand could fire at any time.

Donna stared at the wrinkled old face and released a mental shock, trying to snatch the pistol away while the other party was dizzy, but the woman seemed to be in extreme emotions, and soon recovered from the shock and continued to inflict violence on her.

But no matter how the old woman's free hand pinched and twisted her body, Donna held her hand holding the pistol.

So the direction of the force began to change.

Donna felt this change when she dragged the pistol. The original pulling force was dissipating, and the pushing force began to work. The pistol she wanted to fight for was getting closer and closer to her.

The muzzle of the gun was also!

The old woman changed her original idea and planned to get rid of this troublesome person first.

She rushed forward and pressed Donna against the prison fence of the dark-faced young man with her strength and weight trained by long-term labor, shaking the iron door. The barrel of the gun gradually pointed at Donna. She grabbed the barrel with her left hand and tried her best to bend it outward. She clenched her right fist and hit the opponent's ribs, but it didn't work.

She was not as strong as the opponent, so she could only watch the pistol against her chest.

When the muzzle of the gun was pointing at her, Donna felt that time seemed to slow down.

She saw the face under the hood of the opponent, and the resentment and sorrow were almost solidified in every wrinkle, and it was such a hateful person who wanted to kill her.

Bang!

The gun sounded, but Donna was not dead yet.

The old woman's body tilted. It turned out that the young man with a wounded face in the cell next to her reached out from the fence and grabbed her calf and pulled her, causing her to lose balance. Donna broke the muzzle of the gun.

The bullet hit the iron bars of another cell, sparks flew, but the drunk inside did not wake up, but just curled up and shrank again.

Donna did not see the young man's hand. Time was running out, and she didn't care to think about why she was not shot. She just took advantage of the old woman's inability to hold the weapon firmly and suddenly took the pistol away, and then pointed it at the original owner of the weapon.

The weapon that had just been fired was still very intimidating.

Donna didn't know how to use the gun, but she subconsciously pointed the muzzle at the other person's face.

"Get out!"

The emotion contained in the voice made her feel unfamiliar.

The old woman did not try to come over to rob again, but just looked at her with an expression of looking at a monster, and her body slowly retreated.

"Get out!"

There was still someone standing in front of her, but Donna felt that her eyes were blurry and she could not feel the other person's existence at all.

She couldn't feel anger or fear, and she couldn't think of anything in her mind. Everything was guided by instinct, and her mind was in chaos. Only her limbs that were getting colder and her breathing that was becoming more and more laborious were like two thorns piercing her. deep in my heart, and it becomes clearer and clearer.

The muzzle of the gun rotated as the old woman's body moved. It wasn't until she completely exited the prison that Donna put down her hand, but still held the pistol and stood there blankly, breathing heavily.

"Your hand is injured." The young man in the cell behind her reminded her.

Donna dropped the weapon, and the pistol hit the cold ground, making a louder sound than a gunshot. She raised her hands to her eyes to check, and sure enough she saw a huge wound on her left hand.

The bullet just now didn't miss her, it just missed her vital point. It penetrated the tiger's mouth of the girl's left hand that was fighting for the weapon.

This cannot be said to be a penetrating injury, because a whole piece of skin was shattered by the metal projectile. The red and white flesh were mixed together, and blood kept pouring out from the deeper texture, like underground water seeping out of the soil, staining it. The palms turned red, and they dripped down to dye the ground red.

She couldn't feel anything until she saw the wound, and it wasn't until this moment that she realized it. Pain swept through her slender blood vessels like a flame.

First there was pain, then numbness soon, and his left hand was shaking unconsciously.

Donna took two steps back and slowly sat down against the wall at the end of the prison. Her injured wrist rested on her knees, while her uninjured hand covered her face and sobbed softly.

The wall she was leaning on had the only window in the prison. The sunlight slanted in here and missed her. Instead, the light that shone through Xianchen was like a wall of light, locking her in this dark corner.

The raven-faced young man turned his head away unbearably, but then looked at the prison door, angrily grabbed the cell door and shook it repeatedly, making a loud noise.

"Fuck, where are the guards? Are they deaf? They didn't even hear such a loud gunshot!"

He yelled loudly, his voice echoing through the corridor, but there was no response from outside.

The priest in the cell opposite him let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand from the gap in the fence and waved to Donna: "Come here, I will treat your wound."

Donna put down her hand, managed to stand up with one hand on the ground, and staggered towards him.

The clear area in front of Louis' cell was illuminated by the sun, and it was warmer than where she had been just now. However, Donna was injured here, so she did not like the warmth and light here at all.

The girl's eyes were still red and tears were hanging on her cheeks. She sniffed and kicked the picnic basket abandoned by the woman to the door. Then he knelt down and handed his left hand to the priest.

Louis held the injured hand in his own and once again called for the light of miracles.

Pure white power emerged on the wound, but disappeared after a flash.

His face immediately darkened.

"Sorry, I can't treat this kind of injury. You'd better go find a doctor."

"Is this just a miracle?" Donna asked, choking with tears.

The wound hurt, but I was still curious.

"Yes. I was really deceived by him, and he said you were an ordinary person!" The priesthood suddenly realized that Clayton Bello had lied. His daughter was not an ordinary person at all, because ordinary people could not see it. to the light of wonder.

However, the flickering miracle did not cause any burns to Donna Bello, and it was obvious that she was indeed not a Darkin.

He put down his hand: "Okay, go away quickly. My heart has been polluted. What was just the remnant of the miracle in my body was just an echo. This little power can only help you stop bleeding. The rest is up to you." The quality of the doctor you called in. But it didn’t hurt the bones, so it will be easier to recover.”

Donna sobbed: "You have to come with me."

The priest didn't like her stubbornness: "I just said I won't leave, and didn't you just leave too?"

"But I was hurt because of you, and you want to repay me."

"No, you are mistaken. This is not a deal. Moreover, I did not ask you to save me, and you should not save me. I will die in the hands of that woman just now." The priest waved his hand and said coldly. "If you are conscious, you should realize that I am in prison, this is a place for prisoners, and everything I endured is my own fault."

Whether it was Sevan's death or Lawrence's death, he bore unshirkable responsibility.

And taking responsibility for his sins is the last thing he can do that is consistent with his identity as a believer.

The girl's choking stopped, and her yellow eyes looked at Lewis steadily, as if she had just discovered what kind of person he was at this moment.

The young man with a green face behind her suddenly spoke: "Hey, miss, if you can let me out, I can help you take him away."

Louis felt no emotion about his betrayal, just closed his eyes and lay back down.

Even if the young man could leave the cell, it did not mean that he could take him away. Luis knew that the guards would not let him out, and it was impossible for Donna Bello to convince those who had the power to let him out.

But Donna thought this was an opportunity. She immediately gave up talking to him and turned to look at the young man.

"Are you serious?"

The young man stood up from the straw and pressed his face against the fence. The iron bars left marks on his face, and red rust stuck to his face: "Of course, I never lie, and I I helped you just now, otherwise you would have been hit by a bullet, now you have to repay me."

Donna thought for a while: "Okay."

After she agreed, she immediately turned around and left the prison. She was going to find the key.

The key was with the guard, and she had seen it not long ago. However, the prison gate was empty at the moment. Donna did not see the guard. He did not know where he went, so he did not come in to investigate the situation when the gunshots were heard in the prison.

The only thing she could confirm was that there were no signs of fighting here, which meant that the guard left on his own.

It might be that the woman's companion led him away.

Where else could she get the key.

The pain of the injury was gradually bearable. Donna was not in a hurry to return to her uncle. She wiped her face, frowned at the empty space and thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea.

She should go find some friends.