From Prisoner to Si Chen

When Gillan arrived at the third block, what he saw made his face change slightly.

Bang! !

A carriage hauling goods overturned and fell to the ground as it was speeding, stretching out more than ten meters. Fresh fruits and vegetables, stained with blood.

One after another, troops wearing brown uniforms, steel helmets, and holding bolt-action rifles appeared here.

Wearing Owena Confederate badges with red circles and slashes on their chests, they shuttled through the streets, shooting at will and killing everyone on sight.

Crack!

boom! Bang bang bang! !

Residents of wealthy areas, regardless of age or sex, fled in panic on the streets and were shot to the ground.

Gillan visually estimated that the number of these federal soldiers was at least several hundred, and there were more figures flashing past the end of the street.

They seemed to have swooped in from the top of Fengden Mountain and straddled the first and second blocks. The reason why I didn't encounter them on the way here was probably because I took the east side path, which was narrow and remote.

Not far away, there was a pair of young gentlemen. They held hands and ran for their lives. However, a few federal soldiers behind them raised their guns and pulled the triggers with cold faces.

Bang bang bang! !

There was a burst of gunfire, and the two men immediately fell into a pool of blood.

A carriage drove quickly through the street, trying to escape, but as the Union soldiers fired a volley, the horse neighed and fell, and the carriage also overturned on the side of the road.

Several soldiers rushed forward and stabbed the coachman and an elderly gentleman to death on the spot with bayonets.

On the street on the right, a little girl with blond hair in braids was leaning against the wall at some point and was shot twice in the chest.

There are scattered flower baskets in her hands, with bright flowers messy and round, as if in mourning.

Gillan recognized the girl.

When he first arrived in the wealthy area, he bought a flower basket from the other party as a reward for his new life.

But now, that fresh and lovely life has long since died.

Also dying is this city.

Damn it! Jilan couldn't help but yelled.

He moved his feet and his figure flashed by the street.

Not long after, we arrived near No. 13 on Third Street.

From a distance, you can see that the once peaceful and elegant Swan Cafe has been smashed. The high-end floor-to-ceiling glass is shattered on the ground. Two men and a beautiful waiter fell to the ground and died for a long time.

The door of Jishe Apartment is opening.

A group of federal soldiers dragged an old man out, but when the old man resisted, a man who looked like an officer beside him took out a revolver from his waist and shot the old man several times in the chest.

Bang bang bang! !

Jilan's pupils shrank.

The person who was shot was old Jerry!

The next second, with a loud bang, several federal soldiers flew out of the apartment door.

A familiar figure was running away carrying a silver cane.

Dozens of soldiers fired at him.

There was a crackling sound, and blood spattered from Mr. Stork's body. He groaned and drew his gun to fight back. At the same time, he waved his cane and killed several soldiers blocking the road.

He actually broke out of a bloody path and ran towards an alley.

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed, and he rubbed the sapphire ring on his middle finger with his right thumb, and said in a deep voice:

Weiwei.

Yes! Master!

I saw a dark shadow emerging from the ring.

Mo Weiwei flew over and cast the Hate Curse and Confusion Curse on the group of federal soldiers.

In an instant, the faces of these soldiers were filled with hatred, and they opened fire on their comrades on the spot.

With the bang of gunfire and the muffled sound of bayonets entering their bodies, the Union soldiers were in chaos.

With a cold face, Gillan took out his revolver and shot the leading officer in the head from a distance.

Immediately, he headed straight towards the direction where Mr. Stork escaped.

After the federal soldiers killed each other, Weiwei flew back to Gilan's shoulders. But it looked a little tired and said weakly:

Master, Weiwei is a little tired.

Gillan remembered that it first followed him to the Lewis family to seek revenge, and then cast a spell on more than a dozen soldiers, which probably temporarily exhausted its power.

Go to the ring and rest. He said solemnly.

Weiwei hummed and flew into Jilan's sapphire ring.

bass!

Gillan's steps quickened.

Not long after, we caught up with Mr. Stork in a narrow alley.

To be precise, Mr. Stork stopped running.

Because he couldn't run anymore.

The elegant gentleman of the past was sitting at the foot of the wall without any image, his hat was lost, his hair was messy, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

Mr. Stork! Ji Lan quickly stepped forward and squatted in front of the other party.

Without saying a word, he took out a stick of throat medicine and poured it into Mr. Stork's mouth.

Ouch!! Mr. Stork suddenly opened his eyes in confusion and coughed up blood and medicine.

He turned his head with difficulty and couldn't help but smile when he saw that the person coming was not a federal pursuer but the familiar Mr. Snow Owl.

Snowy Owl... Mr. Stork slowly raised his hand, took out a leather package from his arms, and put it into Gillan's hand. Run away...the war came too suddenly, and no one was prepared.

I'll take you with me. There's a car waiting outside the city.

Jilan frowned and said.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Stork chuckled lightly and opened the collar of his windbreaker with trembling hands.

Ji Lan was startled.

Mr. Stork was shot six or seven times in the chest and abdomen, including one shot in the left chest. Blood was seeping out uncontrollably... It was only because of his background as a heraldry-level fighter and the effect of throat medicine that he was He was able to hold on and still talk.

If you can, go and help other people in the community.

Mr. Stork said hoarsely.

I hope you can all survive, find the truth about the film for me, and see the real mystery...

please.

His last words were breathless, and his amber eyes gradually became dull.

Mr. Stork...

Gillan called out.

The other party had no response.

Mr. Stork?!

Gillan put his hands on the other person's shoulders and shook him slightly, but Mr. Stork's head shrugged down.

He patted the other person's face again, but there was still no response.

Mr. Stork is dead.

Gilan opened his mouth, then looked down at the leather bag that Mr. Stork thrust into him. There are two black real film reels inside, namely Black Lake and The Great Plague # 2.

In addition, there is a roll of banknotes and the Red-billed Stork gold coin as a thank you gift from Miss Sparrow.

And a sterling silver card that symbolizes the token of the host of the secret society's recording meeting. The front is a picture of a projector, and the back is the number 024 and Mr. Stork's real name Franco Thurman.

Gillan took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Stork's body, breathing slightly.

An unspeakable sadness, grief and resentment could not help but surge up in my heart.

His heartbeat was heavy and rapid, and his vision was agitated and distorted.

I don't know whether it was due to his unstable mental state that Banlan moved strangely. A colorful light seemed to float out of Mr. Stork's body and burst into Jilan's eyes instantly.

He took a step back, but didn't notice any change in himself.

It was as if what he had just seen was just an illusion.

But Gillan didn't have time to think about what happened. He hesitated again and again, but finally did not lift Mr. Stork's body. Gritting his teeth, he turned around and ran towards the fourth block.

Just like Mr. Stork said.

If possible, he wants to save the rest of the community!

No time to bury Mr. Stork!

call out--

Boom! !

A deafening sound came from the distance.

The ground trembled under the devastation of the shells. As Gilan looked back while running, he saw the landmark building Fontenberg collapsed in the first block, the administrative center of Brak City.

Countless fragments rose into the sky and turned into smoke and dust.

The bursts of gunfire gradually became more intensive.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.

There are bullets and bullets, and the world is like a prison.

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I am very grateful to the boss of Weird Jacket 314. Both books have rewarded the leader, and the monthly subscription has not stopped. Therefore, I have added one more chapter for the boss, and I have just updated five chapters.