Chapter 418 Approaching

When the invisible things blinded the eyes of the security guards and unloading workers, Mlanga relaxed a little.

He quickened his pace again, keeping his speed in line with the unloading workers, and at the same time reached out to remove the seal of the top cargo box on the cart, and then opened the lid. Seeing what was inside, the ascetic monk couldn't help but be shocked.

There were densely packed silver ingots inside.

If these things were melted, the warheads made would definitely be enough to fight a big war with the dark descendants of Wei Aodi, including the werewolves of the Konglione family - no, definitely including them, because if they were not included, there would be too much silver here.

He already knew the decision of the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

They wanted chaos in the world.

Now he should spread the news.

"Cough cough cough" A violent cough came from above his head. Nightingale looked up and saw a man in a purple sweater standing on the iron plank road above smoking a very thick cigarette.

Before he spoke, Mlanga didn't notice this person, which was not right.

"Have we met? You don't work here, do you?" The man in the purple sweater kept breathing and speaking in a strange tone, and there were a few times when he seemed to be about to vomit at any time.

"It was the people here who let me in." Mlanga said, and he tried to get away with it.

After taking a deep puff of cigarette, the man shivered, and his expression was neither happy nor sad: "Really?"

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the railing of the plank road and spasmed, and the cigarette between his fingers fell down and hit Mlanga's feet, and the stench faintly emitted the smell of three or four natural plants with hallucinogenic effects.

Smelling this smell, the unloading workers and gunmen who were responsible for escorting the silver ingots suddenly woke up from the influence of the magic barrier and looked at Mlanga and Joseph in surprise.

"What the hell is going on?! How did you show up? Who brought you in?!"

It was the first time that the face of Mlanga, the mad wizard of the Key Group, was slightly distorted by extreme emotions.

"Raise your hands!" The gunmen shouted, and their rifles and pistols were aimed at the ascetic.

Mlanga raised his hands: "I'm here to look for someone. This boy's family is missing. He used to work here."

Before the body is found, there may be a chance to get away with it.

"Who?"

"Jack."

"Which Jack?" The gunmen pressed.

Mlanga looked at Joseph, but Joseph was pale and refused to say anything.

Although the boy was still young, he probably understood that even if his brother was still alive, he would suffer misfortune if he reported his name at this moment.

"Jack Fromm." Mlanga made up a surname for the deceased.

The gunmen looked at each other. They were also transferred here recently and were not clear about the details of the personnel. Maybe there really was such a person.

"If not, then I'm sorry to break in here."

"So this is a misunderstanding." The crazy wizard standing on the plank road above his head recovered some spirit and was able to speak again. His tone was lazy, as if he was questioning, as if he agreed with Mlanga, and as if he hadn't finished a sentence. The gunmen below didn't know what he meant for a while.

"You're right, we disturbed them."

Mlanga chose a favorable meaning for him, then slowly retreated, followed by Joseph.

The gunmen did not receive the order from their superiors, and watched him and the boy leave.

After all, there was basically nothing in Warehouse 96 that could be called confidential. They stood here just to protect the valuables from being taken away. Although outsiders were clearly not allowed to enter, this rule was often violated. Since the two men looked empty-handed and seemed to be family members of employees, it was not impossible to let them go.

Just when they were about to leave the sight of the gunmen, the crazy wizard finally thought of something.

"The magic you used just now was a magic barrier?" His tone was innocent and curious, which was not in line with his age. "This seems to be the ability of the devil? You are not a good person, right?"

The gunmen now knew what to do.

The crackling sound of gunfire rang out, and white smoke spread between the shelves.

The sound immediately aroused vigilance. An alarm bell in the warehouse was sounded, and everyone started running in this huge maze of shelves.

A bullet hit Mhlanga, embedding in the surface of his chest as if it hit wet wood. Before the smoke had dissipated, Mhlanga grabbed a silver ingot from the box and threw it at the mad wizard above his head, hitting him in the ribs, causing him to collapse limply. Then the monk rushed towards the two gunmen who were escorting the silver ingot.

The gunmen's guns had emptied their bullets, and they drew their short knives and rushed back to the monks.

Ignoring the blade piercing his body, Mhlanga grabbed the throats of the two men with both hands, and broke their necks with one force.

Then he threw the body away without any lingering, grabbed Joseph's hand and returned to the entrance.

This time they did not take a detour. Mhlanga directly moved the goods on the huge shelves and took Joseph through the gaps. There were too many corners here, and the longest distance between the shelves was no more than thirty yards. With the help of the magic barrier's ability to affect vision, it was more than enough to dodge bullets. Those gunmen who dared to stop him were all knocked down by one blow. The terrifying charge ability that the extraordinary person can exert in a short distance was perfectly demonstrated in Mhlanga.

But the power of Chengcheng Brothers is not a panacea. A bullet hit his back, a scar on the surface of the skin in the middle of the skin, and deeply punctured into it, which slowed his movements a lot.

"Well"

Just on the iron boardwalk behind them, the knocked key group crazy wizard got up again. He was almost hung on the railings, and he spared a hand to point to Mulana with his index finger. Turned around.

With his movement, a red scar on Mulan's neck suddenly appeared.

The fingers were still continuing to draw circles. It seemed like the cane of death. Every time around, the marks on Mulana's neck were deeper.

Maybe after seven laps, the head will fall from the neck.

The hardships immediately realized the problem, but the perspective on the second floor was too good. If you want to avoid your sight by bypassing, other gunners will completely leave him here, so he decisively raised his left hand to cover his neck, leaving a trace, and his trace marks. Beginning appeared in his left hand, deepening one after another, and because his right hand had to grab Joseph, he could not fight back. Used on running.

This kind of forbearance and sacrifice are effective. He collided before forming the siege of the warehouse 96.

At the moment he rushed out, his left hand was disconnected, fell down, and was subconsciously caught by Joseph, so as not to fall into the mad wizard's hand as a cursed material.

Some gunmen chased out, but just fired a few shots and shrunk back.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

They saw Mulaga's performance just now and did not have the idea of ​​chasing.

The two fled to an absolutely safe place before stoping. After a brief gasping recovery, Joseph watched the hardships moved, almost worshiped him like an adult who saved his family.

"Sir, you are really powerful and just, if it wasn't for you, they would definitely kill me there."

The hardships are silent.

Since Joseph chosen to follow him in the warehouse, his death was just asking himself.

His reason to save Joseph was not so noble. The crazy wizard gave him too much pressure, and maybe there were other crazy wizards in the warehouse. He almost thought he would die there, so he planned to leave on Joseph's body. One of the mana marks containing information, as his other colleagues did, and then stuffed the child into a certain cargo box, hoping that someone who did not belong to the Holy Heart Friendship Association found him first.

But most of this approach will kill this child -not a momentary death, but dying in a long and terrible waiting.

"Your brother is mostly dead." He said.

Joseph's face sank immediately and frustrated: "I think so."

"Hurry back."

"What about you?"

"I still have" Mulaga wants to say something, but a mouth vomits bleed, and the strength of the body is gradually dissipating.

In the chaos just now, the bullets in his wound were more than what he felt. The sacred sore scar learned the power of the world, but it also weakened his ability to perceive. Now he feels it. It's a mess.

"I have to find someone to save you, do we go back to the park?" Joseph asked, he hurried the hand that Mulan had dropped, and he didn't know if he should return it to the other party.

Mulan shook his head and spoke with all his efforts: "Go to the East District."

Even the Chengcheng Brothers in the Western District would not hurt him even if he was his church, but they were indirectly controlled by Sacred Heart and Friendship. He must notify the seriousness of the situation to those who could affect this matter.

Juliez.

Even if the other party is imprisoned, he has no other choice, and Wei Pione has no senior officials who can trust. Even in the Eastern District, the guards may find his true identity, or the person in the 96th warehouse will send the message back, and he must have to go.

And it is not a chance to go to the Eastern District. He has a high -level pass. At least he can hide in unmanned houses for a while. Many rich people like to travel around this year. Only a few servants in the family are taking care of it.

In addition, the police officers mentioned by Nortor and Need's brothers may help him.

That person seems to be called Albert.

Craston Bengsong woke up, but he mobbed.

He has forgotten why he lost consciousness, but remember the dialogue before consciousness, the information provided by Nuris completely changed his cognition.

He felt like he was living in a huge illusion.

Some people forced him to go to the stage to perform a tragic drama. The reward was nothing and scars, and he did one by one.

His brothers also did one by one, and so is his friends.

People are fighting for these hypocrisy things, and the last one is fell into a pool of blood.

Finally, those who forced him to go to the stage told him that the real glory is not present, but in the future.

Why?