Steel steam and flame

It is considered an older car now. The limo is not big and there should be some traces of time on its appearance. This was the result that Jerbo judged by searching the limousine activation code card among the clothes in the room. Identifying ceremonial cars produced by various manufacturers in the empire is his hobby.

Based on these clues, as well as the simple drawing of the vehicle model that Jerbo had drawn before leaving the hotel, Deutsch quickly found the small car belonging to Julien among the many steam locomotives.

"It's exactly what Jerbo said." Doich couldn't help but say this as he inserted the password card into the card slot on the side of the car door, gently pulled the door, and it opened as expected.

Throwing the person he was carrying on his shoulders into the car seat in the back, with no suitable ropes around him, eliminated the need for Doich to tie him up. In his heart, he felt that the medicine in the bag on his waist was more useful than those ropes.

After sitting in the driver's seat, fastening his seat belt, and inserting the password card into the start card slot, Deutsch did not rush to press the start button, but only released the main steam valve. He took out a very portable communication device from his trouser pocket. He pressed the signal receiving and receiving button, and the indicator light representing the communication application lit up, and there was a continuous electronic noise, and then for the next ten seconds Waiting in silence.

While waiting, Doe Hepburn wanted to do something, drink some wine or smoke a cigarette, which was the habit of driving before. Julien's car was a long-time smoker. The interior of the limousine was not spacious, and everything on it was stained with the smell of tobacco. This made Doihe, who usually smoked secretly, feel a little itchy.

But there was nothing around him, and now he could only cast his gaze outside into the silent garage to pass the waiting time. The lamps were brightly lit, and the light passed through the air, seeming to have been cut by something on the way, becoming weaker and weaker. The current shape of the darkness is a block, which is just offset from the position of the light fixtures in the wide garage.

During this time, he pressed the start button calmly, and the low "boom" sound of the limo sounded in the garage. Hold the steering wheel and skillfully control the limousine to drive out of the parking space and slowly drive to the exit of the underground garage according to the road under the lights. On the right side of the not-so-wide road is a row of huge support pillars evenly spaced.

The communication equipment placed aside started to answer at this moment, but the electronic noise did not disappear in his mind, as if there was some abnormal signal interference. When he thought that this was an underground garage, he stopped paying attention to this situation.

"Doihe, is there something going on over there?" On the other side of the communicator was Jerbo. At this moment, he could hear the "whirring" wind coming from there. They were still on their way to the hotel, "We still have It's a bit far away, we should be there in a few minutes. I don't know what the situation is like there yet."

"It's serious, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the initiative to contact you." Doihe retracted his glance and said, "As expected, the main members came back, but there was only one person, and there was no sign of the saint. A man came over, very powerful, and Onna was killed by him. Please remember to notify the processing team in the Oriya area later and ask them to recover the body."

"Onna is dead?" I could tell it was Savina's voice next to me. There was no shock in it, just some confusion, and no sympathy or pity. "Deserves it." Finally, he gave such an evaluation.

Both sides were silent for a moment.

"I'm preparing to go over now and meet you soon. The man was caught by me and is still in a coma. I brought him here for you to deal with." Doich broke the silence on both sides and said, the steam valve was controlled to the smallest state. The limousine was driving slowly, its lights shining in front, and the exit was just around the next corner.

"Okay, we are now..."

Perhaps due to the geographical location of the underground garage, Jerbo obviously had not finished speaking, and suddenly paused at this moment. It was as if the world had stopped. Except for the sharp sound of the limousine running, the space around Doihe had completely become a dead thing that made no sound. There isn't even the interfering electronic noise that should be there. This should have aroused people's alarm, but the sound did not last long, only a little over a second. But Deuh, whose attention was attracted by what happened next, didn't think much about it at all.

Then an exclamation suddenly came from the communication equipment. The sound was very loud. After the conversion of the radio signal, there was obvious distortion, and it also contained two sounds: electronic noise and "whirring" wind.

"Look to the right!" After a short pause, these three simple words came from the communication device. It seemed that Jerbo on the other side roared with all his strength. And whether it really came from Jerbo's throat is yet to be determined. But for Deutsche, this is not something that he should consider now, or that he can consider now.

Suddenly, like a huge wave hitting his head and face, Doihe's heart skipped a beat. He was completely unprepared and already somewhat relaxed. After those three words entered his ears and were converted into electrical signals and fed into his brain, they were put into physical action before his thoughts.

The eyes in the eye sockets first began to look to the right, and then the entire head began to deflect to the right under the control of the muscles in the neck. But the scenery there was just like what Doich, who had already reflected at his extreme speed of thinking, thought. There was nothing but air.

But it can’t be said that there is nothing. The glass window on the right side of the passenger seat of the limo was not rolled down, and simple light was reflected on it. In Doych's eyes, it not only reflected his own vague appearance, but also reflected the unclear appearance of another person.

The man was holding a gun, and it no longer mattered what model it was. As long as it is a gun with a bullet inside, whether it is platinum or ordinary, it will definitely kill you if it hits you. This is a certain thing. Needless to say, the muzzle of the gun must be pointed at his head now.

A large amount of information was reflected in Doich's thoughts at this time, and his body suddenly leaned forward, and his head and neck suddenly shot up towards the roof of the car as if they were about to detach from his body.

Muzzle flash ignited in the garage at the same time. Taranto, who was waiting aside and hiding behind the support pillar, fired without any hesitation, aiming at the head of the person sitting in the driver's seat, and fired all ten bullets in the magazine in one breath. Bullet fragments spattered sparks from the marquee inside the limousine, and the glass beside the driver's seat completely turned into fragments in this short period of time.

The rough pistol was furious for a moment, and finally turned off at this moment, returning to the cold silence of steel. In the entire space, only the hazy sound of bullet explosions continued to echo in the underground garage like a wave.