Ember Gun

  Chapter 9 The Ironthorn of the Shrike

  Darkness is born where there is light.

  Before the appearance of the Lower City, the evil of Old Dunling was spreading in every dark corner. No matter how many soldiers the iron snake carried, no matter how many dead bodies were thrown into the Thames, nothing changed at all.

The upward steam tower carries the world’s most advanced technology through the clouds, and the darkest crimes are fermented in the mist below, until the emergence of the lower city, this evil that has nowhere to vent finally has a place to be released. Everything gathered in that filthy place, and the whole old town was alive in hypocritical holiness.

  Xiacheng District is so special that people have to feel mysterious.

Also due to the particularity of Xiacheng District, there are several default rules in Suyalan Hall. One of them is that police officers are forbidden to enter Xiacheng District. Those desperadoes don’t care about their life or death. They will do whatever they want as long as they have a certain amount of wealth. Kill a police officer who entered hastily.

  The mounted police did not dare to enter rashly, they were waiting for the next step.

Lorenzo felt uncomfortable in this. Obviously, this group of people came for the suspects, a perfect cooperation, no matter how much riots they caused in the outer city to hide their tracks, as long as they enter Under the crowd of so many desperadoes in Xiacheng, the mounted police could only let them go.

  Originally, everyone was in a stalemate with each other, but since Eve killed the gang member, a rush was triggered.

   "Run!"

  The situation was urgent, and Lorenzo could only shout such a word, and then the harsh gun sounded.

  The gang started firing. The various guns, mostly homemade, splashed all kinds of bullets.

  After Eve swooped to the wreckage of the iron snake, the sound of metal crashing in her ears, tearing her eardrums.

  Lorenzo hid behind the iron snake before she. He is an actionist, and his words always follow after the action.

"what to do!"

  The young police detective was obviously panicked, and she did not expect that she would be so exciting on the first day in office.

   "Wait, I will tell you to run, and you will run! Understand?"

  Lorenzo yelled, trying to make his voice clearer from the shot. Eve is still useful to him, he can't just let Eve die.

  Pointing to the row of mounted police behind, Lorenzo shouted to her.

   "Run there, you are also a detective, they will not die, as long as you cross that line, these thugs will not dare to do anything to you!"

  This is also one of the rules. People in the lower city are not allowed to enter the outer city. From the perspective of Old Dunling, they are a group of smugglers. According to the law, all police detectives have the power to shoot and kill any mob who enters the outer city without permission.

   is chaotic, but constrained by iron law.

  Shrike said all this, the existence of Xiacheng district is only because of the need of the old Dunling. Old Dunling is a huge and crazy city. It is prosperous and beautiful, but there is always some **** that needs to be dumped. It used to be dumped in every corner, but now it is concentrated in the lower city.

  A trash can.

  Shrike always describes the land he rules.

  There are many secrets in his gray-blue eyes, and Lorenzo is a person who is entangled in secrets.

   "Run, girl!"

  Slapped her body, too late to feel the girl's softness, Lorenzo held the shotgun and made a strong appearance.

   Pull the trigger, like a starting gun.

  Eve unknowingly began to believe everything Lorenzo had said. As he took the gun and stepped out, Eve ran backwards, the gun fired and the police whistle fired, and a new round of chaos unfolded.

  The bullet penetrated the head, and the broken shrapnel knocked down a few nearby people. The blood was splashed and it was very gorgeous.

  The mob rushed up with a self-made weapon. Although the order they received was only to prevent the mounted police from pursuing, but now someone is dead, they must make Lorenzo and Eve pay the price.

  The rusty blade was cut, Lorenzo reluctantly avoided, then Winchester screamed and smashed his upper body.

  They are not Wall, their bodies have not undergone that kind of weird changes, and ordinary flesh and blood can't hold this shot... After all, this weapon was not designed to kill people when it was originally designed.

  It was a feeling of familiarity and excitement. The unique smell of blood permeated the dirty streets, as if being awakened, feeling that my blood was hot.

  The gun fires constantly.

  Lorenzo has never been a good person. This is the conclusion he reached after every night's thinking, so he didn't show any mercy when he started.

The endless whistle sounded in unison. It was a special iron whistle made in Su Yalan Hall, which could emit scales of different frequencies. In emergency situations, most of the mounted police used this to communicate, just like a simple Morse code with several different paragraphs. The whistle can quickly convey important messages.

  They are communicating, communicating frequently.

  Lorenzo used to learn this top-secret communication method for a long time. Although it could not be completely deciphered, he can barely understand some simple commands of the iron whistle.

   A long whistle sounded after the short whistle, Lorenzo shot the head of the strong man before him, and then felt a little pressure.

  He understood the whistle, and the follow-up Mounted Police was about to arrive.

  ...

  Press clenched the reins, facing the wind with a sad look on his face.

  He followed the following Mounted Police and was quickly arriving in the Xiacheng District. Pres didn't care about the case at the moment, and now Eve is more important than the case.

  As Lorenzo said, Eve is a nobleman. As a senior police detective, Pres was ordered to bring such a newcomer, and he could also see Eve’s extraordinary identity.

  Eve can't die. Once she dies, the **** aristocracy will strip him alive.

  Of course, Pres still has greater sorrow in his heart, about Lorenzo.

  He always felt where he had seen this **** detective. After thinking hard, a familiar figure gradually appeared in front of him. Just thinking about it made him feel a chill.

  Pres was not sure of his inference, but he didn't dare to deceive himself like that. The rifle had been filled with bullets and hung on the side, with a full revolver stuck in his waist, and he felt like he was about to go on the battlefield.

  After all, what you might face is one of the weird things in Xiacheng, and how to prepare is not too much.

  Even now, Pres felt that it was the worst case he had ever experienced. The blood in the mist soaked the ground, and the corpses and blood filled the Thames.

  Pres will never forget that figure, one of the main characters in the Red River tragedy, the iron thorn of shrike.

  The rough hand slowly picked up the rifle, and could already see the blockade of the mounted police from a distance. Pres understood that it was coming.

   Picked up the iron whistle beside her mouth, and a long and bright sound penetrated the red sunset.

  As the iron whistle sounded, the mounted policemen who had been watching coldly put up their guns, and the black muzzle formed a wall of death.

  The roar of bullets in her ears, Eve has never looked back since she ran, and she didn't know why she believed Lorenzo, but just like following instinct, she obeyed, and lived to the present.

  The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled from the end of the horizon, and everything was bathed in a bright red horror. Eve couldn't see the faces of the mounted police, their backs to the afterglow, like dark silhouettes.

  After the iron whistle sounded, the gunfire blasted in unison.

For a moment, Eve thought she was going to die, but the bullet passed her and shot towards the chaotic center, and then the mounted police began to advance, and the tall war horse passed her and headed towards the filthy place. go ahead.

   "Eve!"

  Suddenly someone called himself, and the dark shadow ran past the afterglow and came to him.

   "Officer Press!"

  Seeing the familiar face, Eve finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then she realized that something was wrong, and suddenly so much happened, she must have been scolded.

   "Retreat, now this is not something you can set foot in."

  Pres had a serious face, holding the rifle in his hand. Although he was talking with Eve, his sight was always in front, staring there.

"I…"

  Eve wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Pres.

   "That person may be an iron thorn. It's not something you newcomer can participate in. Get out of here!"

  Ironthorn?

  Something seemed to have been touched, Eve seemed to remember this word, but she couldn't remember what it was for a while, and then Pres passed her, set up the rifle in his hand, and the muzzle burst into flames.

  No matter how violent the thugs were, the firepower of the regular army was still weak. The battle lasted for a short time before it was over. The entire area was emptied, and all the arrested thugs were tied to one side.

  The impact of this incident was greater than everyone thought. The Victoria Central Hospital suffered a fire, the steam tram derailed, and then there was a fight.

  It's nightfall, a huge zeppelin swimming in the sky, and then cast lights to add light to this dark area.

  Pres was riding on horseback, holding the gun in his hand, scanning back and forth among the arrested thugs.

   "Did you find him?"

  The other mounted police approached slowly and said to Pres.

   "No... Sheriff Donas."

  Pres' eyes were a bit disappointed and self-blaming.

   "I'm sorry, because my hunch is to use so much police force."

   "It's okay. It's normal to mobilize the police through such a big fight, but it's a pity that I will catch the iron thorn." Sergeant Donas said slowly.

"But Pres, according to our intelligence, Ironthorn disappeared after the Red River massacre. Some people said he died in that case, but we didn't find his body. Others said he was sent out by the Shrike. Grid."

   "He is still here, I always feel it."

  For the sheriff’s question, Press is very firm.

   was silent for a while, the sheriff still expressed confidence in Press’s feelings.

   "Then why is he showing up this time?"

Sergeant Donas didn’t understand that the Red River Massacre had been the dark cloud of Su Yalan Hall for so many years, covering up their so-called honor. Su Yalan Hall never gave up tracking Ironthorn, but he has always found nothing. He was about to be killed. I forgot, but I am back now.

   "I don't know the sheriff, but I always feel that way." The usual lazy feeling is no longer, and Press has never been serious.

   "He has always been in the old town, but he is too cunning, even if he passes in front of us, no one can find it."

  　 Entered the signing process to ask for collection and recommendation tickets

  (End of this chapter)