Chapter 348 The turning point of the plot
Paro is Kurapika's close friend who grew up together.
At this moment, his head was surrounded by more than a dozen pairs of fiery red eyes.
This sudden scene was like a heavy hammer hitting Kurapika's heart.
Anger and grief intertwined·
The extreme emotions crazily tore at Kurapika's spirit.
"Calm down, Kurapika."
Morrow's voice came from beside him.
Compared with Kurapika's gaffe, Morrow seems to have a calm and calm attitude of staying aloof.
"The most important thing now is to put on your eyes and get out of here as soon as possible."
Morrow looked at Kurapika's face dominated by anger and grief, which even the wide clam mirror couldn't cover.
Listening to Morrow's calm tone, Kurapika took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Sorry, please give me half a minute, no, ten seconds is enough.—"
After saying that, Kurapika slowly closed his eyes.
His chest was heaving violently, but as he took deeper and deeper breaths, his emotions quickly calmed down.
Ten seconds later.
Kurapika slowly opened his eyes, there was still a trace of scarlet luster around the edges of his pupils, but his emotions had calmed down.
He silently walked towards the nightmarish display wall, and gently but firmly picked up the glass vessel containing Palo's head.
Morrow walked to him and took out the cloth bag he had prepared in advance.
The two of them removed the flaming eyes displayed on the wall one by one as quickly as possible and put them into their bags.
This operation may seem sloppy, but as long as you wrap the entire bag with "Zhou", you can ensure that the container will not break.
Even if you don't use Nian, these special containers themselves are strong enough, so there is no need to worry too much.
"Let me do it."
Kurapika took the bag from Moro's hand and put it on his shoulders solemnly and carefully.
These are the eyes of the last tribesmen who are exiled. As long as they are brought back to their hometown for burial, the souls of the tribesmen can rest in peace.
There is a deep sadness in Kurapika's eyes.
Morrow could feel the emotions in Kurapika's thoughts, but he never said a word to comfort him.
Because he knew Kurapika didn't need it,
Morro tore open the second cloth bag and swept all the collectibles with mental energy in the darkroom into the bag, absorbing the mental energy on them.
As the thought energy is absorbed by the annual ring tattoo, the scale of the fourth energy ring slowly climbs from 11% to 12%.
Morrowen picked up a bunch of items he thought were valuable and stuffed them into a cloth bag.
This is not because he is greedy for money, but because he must create the illusion of looting.
Otherwise, if only the flaming red eyes were taken away, anyone would be able to see the clues.
Furthermore, it is impossible to sell these stolen goods.
If it leaks onto the market and is caught by Chelidonich’s intelligence network channels, it will be more costly than gain.
Morrow thought that these things could be turned into burial objects for the Kuluta people.
Soon, the bag was bulging with Morrow's stuffing,
"Let's go."
Said to Kurapika, Morrow immediately walked in front.
The last batch of flaming eyes have been obtained, and they must leave the Cajin border as soon as possible.
As for whether Chelidonich could track them down afterwards.
That’s all for later.
In any case, after this matter is settled, he will not set foot in Cajin Country again in a short time.
Morrow and Kurapika quickly left the underground chamber and evacuated outside the mansion.
Without space storage capabilities, it would be impossible to take the Flaming Eye out under such strict control of Cajun Country.
But with the presence of Chimera, this problem is easily solved.
The two people quickly evacuated the mansion and went straight to the car that had been hidden in advance.
"In order not to attract attention, I asked the Chimera to stay in an inaccessible dense forest, a little far away from here, but the route has been planned."
Morrow started the engine, and a low roar echoed in the night.
Kurapika sat in the back seat, holding the bag with both hands, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to inform Melena?"
"No need."
Moro raised his eyes, glanced at Kurapika through the rearview mirror, and then stepped on the accelerator.
"Our cooperation with her has ended."
Hencement finished, the car suddenly accelerated and drove into the vast night. Not long after they left, a heavily armed law enforcement force quickly arrived at the scene.
As the fourth prince of the Cajun Kingdom, Celidonich not only secretly controls one of the three major gang families, but also has the privilege of mobilizing local law enforcement agencies.
What's more, this time he had a sufficient justification for the theft of his property.
Law enforcement forces quickly took control of the situation as soon as they arrived.
They first confirmed the status of the people in the mansion, and then found that only Celidonich's underground darkroom suffered damage.
The news reached Celidonich as quickly as possible.
So much so that when he was still on the helicopter, he already had a grasp of the entire situation at the scene.
"Shit!"
Several veins popped up on Celidonich's temples, and a biting chill appeared on his gloomy face.
There are many valuable items in his collection room.
But he doesn’t care about whether it’s valuable or not, he only cares about whether the object itself can make him love it.
And among the looted collections, there was his favorite flaming eye.
Especially the well-preserved head with flaming red eyes is the only treasure in the organ collection.
In addition, there is a posthumous work by the greatest painter of the 13th century.
Damn that stinky rat, he just pulled the painting out of the frame.
I don’t know whether to roll up the painting or fold it roughly.
The thought of his beloved collection being destroyed by stinky rats made Celidonich so angry that he wanted to kill someone.
It didn’t take long.
The helicopter landed in the courtyard.
There were heavily armed members of the law enforcement forces all around, and there was not a single security personnel in sight.
Because these people are still in a coma.
Chellidonich jumped off the plane and saw that no one from the Aiyi family had arrived yet, so he walked toward the bedroom with a gloomy face.
While passing through the corridor, two unconscious security personnel were lying on the ground.
Chelidonich stretched out his hand behind him without looking back.
The bodyguard understood and immediately pulled out his gun and handed it over respectfully.
Click.
Hence the soft sound of the safety bolt popping open, Chelidonich kept looking forward, but his arms drooped casually.
Bang bang bang.—!
The deafening sound of gunfire tore through the night.
The bodies of the two security guards twitched violently as blood spattered into them, and they became silent in the blink of an eye.
Chellidonich threw the empty gun behind him expressionlessly.
The bodyguard caught it steadily, quickly changed the magazine and inserted it back into the gun bag on his waist, and then followed in the footsteps of Chelidonich.
· The law enforcement officers accompanying him saw this scene and exchanged glances with each other, but they all remained silent knowingly.
Celidonich went to the collection room to take a look, and when he came up he only asked: "Have you found anything?"
The law enforcement officer with the most power in the field suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
"Not yet."
He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Chelidonich's face.
Because even if he didn't look, he could still imagine the other person's expression at this moment.
It must be gloomy mixed with a morbid murderous intention.
Chellidonich glanced at the law enforcement officers coldly, and then walked towards the courtyard without looking back.
The members of the Aiyi family have arrived.
The leader is Melena.
She was followed by a burly man wearing a dog-head mask.
It is her most powerful general, Dog Man.
In addition to Dog Man, there are more than a dozen elite cadres of the Aiyi family on standby not far away.
Chelidonich came to the courtyard.
Melena immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "A Quan has a very keen sense of smell, and may be able to help you."
Chelidonich glanced at the dog man lightly, and said coldly: "It's best this way."
After a moment.
The helicopter's propellers stirred up the airflow and soared into the sky from the courtyard.
On the ground, Dog Man sat astride a motorcycle and pushed the accelerator hard.
With a burst of engine roar, the motorcycle rushed out like an arrow, its dazzling long-beam headlights piercing a path of light in the night.
Behind the motorcycle, there were five or six law enforcement officers' cars following.
Above the sky.
The helicopter hovered for a moment, then adjusted its direction, using the motorcycle's high beam as a mark, and followed closely.
Melena stopped in the courtyard, her hands habitually folded in front of her, watching the "pursuing team" go away.
There was a murderous intent in the depths of her eyes.
Destroying this cesspit-like world is her vision goal.
But before that, Melena has made a series of plans to destroy the Cajun royal family, and they can start now.
Use her infectious trait ability to let the seeds of killing upgrades sprout from this moment on.
Then it spreads from the bottom, and then spreads again until the number of "sick people" reaches an uncontrollable level, forming a riot that can directly threaten Cajun.
As long as the infection can be ensured to always exist,
then it is unsolvable.
Melena lowered her eyes slightly and walked towards the car parked far away.
The capital of Cajun, the royal palace complex.
Biyande was wearing a dark robe and sitting cross-legged on the sandalwood floor.
His thick elbow rested casually on a black lacquer table, and his other big, calloused hand was holding a book and reading it carefully.
This man exuding a wild aura has a bold and rough face.
Having a thick long black beard and an angular face.
Especially the x-shaped scar that spans the entire face, making him look like an ancient military commander.
But if you look closely at his facial features, he is somewhat similar to Nitro in his middle age.
If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, it might be hard to believe that a stout man like this would actually like to read.
It is no exaggeration to say that as long as there is nothing disturbing, Biyang De can stay in the study and read all the time.
Beside him, a woman with hair in a bun like a delicate spiral bud and eyebrows like slender willow leaves is holding a bronze teapot.
Zhe Lili poured a line of amber water from his mouth and poured it into the tea cup on the table lower than Yang De's face.
Bi Yangde turned the pages of the book with one hand, stood up slightly, reached out and picked up the tea cup, and drank the tea down his throat without fear of the boiling water.
咚.
Put the tea cup back on the low table.
Bi Yangde read the contents of the book carefully.
The woman with the spiral bud hairpin was named Shahua. When she was about to fill up the tea for Biyang De, she suddenly paused, and her body could not help but feel the power of telepathy.
Suddenly, the soft light swayed from her body like ripples, and a translucent flower of the other side was vaguely outlined among the ripples.
bang.
Hence Biyangde suddenly closed the book, looked sideways at Shahua, and said with an eyebrow: "Oh? At this time?"
Him "Well, the flower seeds in the fourth prince were triggered—
Shahua’s dark eyes were calm.