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Chapter 42
chapter 0035 part 2
"The road is closed here. You need to turn back and take another road!" The Police Chief, with two Police Officers, came to the front of the tanker trucks, holding a police ID, and impatiently gestured towards the driver's seat of the tanker truck.
Sitting in the driver's seat was a large white man with a buzz cut. He looked down at the Police Chief with cold eyes, making no movement.
"Hey, I said, can't you understand me? I'm telling you to turn back..."
The Police Chief, seeing the white driver make no move, yelled at him irritably.
"Police Chief, he's wearing a bulletproof vest!"
A sharp-eyed Police Officer noticed the driver's upper body at this moment; he was clearly wearing a black heavy bulletproof vest.
He quickly leaned into the Police Chief's ear and whispered a reminder.
"Hey, put your hands up where I can see them!"
The Police Chief quickly drew his handgun from behind his waist and aimed it at the tanker truck driver.
Several Police Officers also drew the handguns from their waists.
"Relax, Police Chief, you need to take a call!"
From the passenger seat, a Young Cleric in a black robe, looking exhausted, reached out his arm from the driver's seat, holding a satellite phone.
The Police Chief looked at the Priest suspiciously, then took the satellite phone.
"Hello?"
"This is the Department of Defense Special Event Handling Office, I am Major General Harris. No matter who you are, clear the way for them!"
The voice on the phone was even more irritable than the Police Chief's, carrying a strong tone of being woken up, and commanded directly and impolitely.
"Beep beep beep..."
After speaking, the person on the other end of the line directly hung up the phone.
The Police Chief held the phone, hesitated for a moment, then handed the satellite phone back.
"Clear the road, let them through!"
The Police Chief jogged over and had the Police Officers behind the Isolation Zone clear a path.
Click click click click...
After the two tanker trucks passed, the many Reporters who had been blocked aimed their cameras at the tanker trucks and frantically pressed their shutters.
………
The two tanker trucks drove off the Interstate Highway, shaking over the potholes created by the Artillery Shells, and arrived before the giant pit.
Two strong men stepped forward, connected the hose, and turned the valve.
Gasoline flowed down the hose with a gushing sound towards the depths of the Bunker.
West stood at the edge of the pit. At his feet was the pit where smoke and dust rose everywhere, and clods of earth occasionally fell into the hole.
Watching the gasoline gush into the giant pit like water, his gaze towards Tang Song held a bit more appreciation.
"I've dealt with these Vampires for decades, and I never thought of using this method against them!"
Tang Song took a silver cigar box from Frank, took out a thin cigar, and offered one to West.
West hesitated for a moment, then took the cigar, held it between his fingers, and put it to his mouth.
The several Priests nearby all watched this scene in disbelief, unable to believe their eyes.
As West's Personal Deacons, the longest-serving among them had followed West for ten years, and they had never seen their Lord Inquisitor smoke.
*Ding!* Tang Song took out a gilded lighter, lit it, and brought it to West's mouth to help him light his cigar. He then took another one from the cigar box and lit it for himself!
"I'll still settle the bill. Two tanks of oil won't exceed 100,000 US dollars, but the Compensation for one of my Subordinates is over 200,000," Tang Song said, and with that, he casually threw the Chanel promotional lighter in his hand.
"Vampires, nobles of the dark... frankly, they're just creatures that can't stand the light! Lighting a fire is perfect to let them see the light!"
Tang Song waved his hand, signaling the empty tanker trucks to move away.
The lighter in his hand arced through the air and fell directly into the giant pit.
Flames instantly rose four or five meters from the ground. Tongues of fire licked everything, and the blazing inferno instantly illuminated the night sky.
The few Gunmen standing close by had their hair singed by the high-temperature flames, losing a large patch. They hastily retreated a few steps.
Tang Song didn't dodge or retreat. He pressed down with his palm, and the rising flames seemed to be forcibly pushed back into the Bunker by an invisible barrier.
Following the path where the gasoline had flowed, these flames furiously burned everything. Tables and chairs, furniture, accessories, instruments and meters, all caught fire under the blaze.
Thick smoke, raging fire... the inside of the Bunker seemed to have turned into a large rural Stove!
Inside the glowing red Stove, the Vampires inside became roasted mice in the Stove, one by one.
"Cough cough!"
West took a puff of the cigar, choked on the smoke a couple of times, and coughed a few times. Facing Tang Song's gaze.
He smiled and explained, "I haven't touched this stuff in nearly thirty years. The smoke is quite strong now!"
West took a few more puffs, seeming to find the feeling of smoking again.
He and Tang Song stood at the edge of the pit, puffing smoke, illuminated by the fire from the giant pit.
As if sensing that the two had something to discuss, Tang Song's Gunmen and West's Priests all retreated a distance.
"Tang, with your abilities, just staying in New York and being a Gang Boss is really a waste of talent!" West said, holding the cigar and exhaling a puff of smoke. His somewhat wrinkled face carried a hint of vicissitude.
Tang Song laughed heartily, self-deprecatingly, "If I don't be a Gang Boss, does the Lord Inquisitor want me to go with you and be a Pastor, listening to others pray for atonement? I can't do that kind of work!"
"Being a Gang Boss isn't bad either. At least I'm living quite comfortably in New York!"
Tang Song's mind turned. He recalled overhearing West and the Priest's conversation back then. From the sound of it, West wanted to recruit him into the Sacred Shield Brotherhood! However, Tang Song naturally wouldn't show it on his face. He maintained his expression and feigned ignorance.
West turned his head to look at Tang Song. "Pastor, hehe, God doesn't require everyone to believe in Him. Being a Pastor is just a profession!"
"Tang! This world has seven billion people, but frankly, the right to speak is always in the hands of that small group of people. This doesn't include Gang Bosses!"
West flicked the ash from his cigar. "Tang, have you heard of the Freemasons?"
Freemasons, not the Sacred Shield Brotherhood? Tang Song was startled, but then he said in surprise:
"The Freemasons, that legendary organization that secretly rules the world? Lord Inquisitor, are you a member of the Freemasons?!"
Hearing the surprise in Tang Song's tone, West dismissively denied Tang Song's words:
"Rule the world? With a stonemason organization established less than a few hundred years ago! Tang, truly powerful organizations won't easily reveal themselves to the world. They are like icebergs; those with true depth and strength are often hidden beneath the surface! I'm just using the Freemasons as an example, we..."
"Wait!" Tang Song interrupted West. He looked at the glowing red bottom of the pit and asked with a strange expression, "Lord Inquisitor, are you sure Blade has been sent away from New York?!"
West looked at Tang Song in confusion, not quite understanding why Tang Song brought up Blade. However, he stated with certainty, "We checked the Church Texts. Summoning the Blood God, this kind of Evil Spirit, requires a Daywalker as a Sacrificial Offering. We couldn't take the risk. Blade should be in a Monastery in the Vatican now!"
"What's that thing inside?" Tang Song pointed to the giant pit where flames were rising and asked back.
Inside? West looked towards the giant pit. Within the blazing flames, a blood-colored figure moved as fast as a Blood Shadow, flying out.
(end of chapter)
"The road is closed here. You need to turn back and take another road!" The Police Chief, with two Police Officers, came to the front of the tanker trucks, holding a police ID, and impatiently gestured towards the driver's seat of the tanker truck.
Sitting in the driver's seat was a large white man with a buzz cut. He looked down at the Police Chief with cold eyes, making no movement.
"Hey, I said, can't you understand me? I'm telling you to turn back..."
The Police Chief, seeing the white driver make no move, yelled at him irritably.
"Police Chief, he's wearing a bulletproof vest!"
A sharp-eyed Police Officer noticed the driver's upper body at this moment; he was clearly wearing a black heavy bulletproof vest.
He quickly leaned into the Police Chief's ear and whispered a reminder.
"Hey, put your hands up where I can see them!"
The Police Chief quickly drew his handgun from behind his waist and aimed it at the tanker truck driver.
Several Police Officers also drew the handguns from their waists.
"Relax, Police Chief, you need to take a call!"
From the passenger seat, a Young Cleric in a black robe, looking exhausted, reached out his arm from the driver's seat, holding a satellite phone.
The Police Chief looked at the Priest suspiciously, then took the satellite phone.
"Hello?"
"This is the Department of Defense Special Event Handling Office, I am Major General Harris. No matter who you are, clear the way for them!"
The voice on the phone was even more irritable than the Police Chief's, carrying a strong tone of being woken up, and commanded directly and impolitely.
"Beep beep beep..."
After speaking, the person on the other end of the line directly hung up the phone.
The Police Chief held the phone, hesitated for a moment, then handed the satellite phone back.
"Clear the road, let them through!"
The Police Chief jogged over and had the Police Officers behind the Isolation Zone clear a path.
Click click click click...
After the two tanker trucks passed, the many Reporters who had been blocked aimed their cameras at the tanker trucks and frantically pressed their shutters.
………
The two tanker trucks drove off the Interstate Highway, shaking over the potholes created by the Artillery Shells, and arrived before the giant pit.
Two strong men stepped forward, connected the hose, and turned the valve.
Gasoline flowed down the hose with a gushing sound towards the depths of the Bunker.
West stood at the edge of the pit. At his feet was the pit where smoke and dust rose everywhere, and clods of earth occasionally fell into the hole.
Watching the gasoline gush into the giant pit like water, his gaze towards Tang Song held a bit more appreciation.
"I've dealt with these Vampires for decades, and I never thought of using this method against them!"
Tang Song took a silver cigar box from Frank, took out a thin cigar, and offered one to West.
West hesitated for a moment, then took the cigar, held it between his fingers, and put it to his mouth.
The several Priests nearby all watched this scene in disbelief, unable to believe their eyes.
As West's Personal Deacons, the longest-serving among them had followed West for ten years, and they had never seen their Lord Inquisitor smoke.
*Ding!* Tang Song took out a gilded lighter, lit it, and brought it to West's mouth to help him light his cigar. He then took another one from the cigar box and lit it for himself!
"I'll still settle the bill. Two tanks of oil won't exceed 100,000 US dollars, but the Compensation for one of my Subordinates is over 200,000," Tang Song said, and with that, he casually threw the Chanel promotional lighter in his hand.
"Vampires, nobles of the dark... frankly, they're just creatures that can't stand the light! Lighting a fire is perfect to let them see the light!"
Tang Song waved his hand, signaling the empty tanker trucks to move away.
The lighter in his hand arced through the air and fell directly into the giant pit.
Flames instantly rose four or five meters from the ground. Tongues of fire licked everything, and the blazing inferno instantly illuminated the night sky.
The few Gunmen standing close by had their hair singed by the high-temperature flames, losing a large patch. They hastily retreated a few steps.
Tang Song didn't dodge or retreat. He pressed down with his palm, and the rising flames seemed to be forcibly pushed back into the Bunker by an invisible barrier.
Following the path where the gasoline had flowed, these flames furiously burned everything. Tables and chairs, furniture, accessories, instruments and meters, all caught fire under the blaze.
Thick smoke, raging fire... the inside of the Bunker seemed to have turned into a large rural Stove!
Inside the glowing red Stove, the Vampires inside became roasted mice in the Stove, one by one.
"Cough cough!"
West took a puff of the cigar, choked on the smoke a couple of times, and coughed a few times. Facing Tang Song's gaze.
He smiled and explained, "I haven't touched this stuff in nearly thirty years. The smoke is quite strong now!"
West took a few more puffs, seeming to find the feeling of smoking again.
He and Tang Song stood at the edge of the pit, puffing smoke, illuminated by the fire from the giant pit.
As if sensing that the two had something to discuss, Tang Song's Gunmen and West's Priests all retreated a distance.
"Tang, with your abilities, just staying in New York and being a Gang Boss is really a waste of talent!" West said, holding the cigar and exhaling a puff of smoke. His somewhat wrinkled face carried a hint of vicissitude.
Tang Song laughed heartily, self-deprecatingly, "If I don't be a Gang Boss, does the Lord Inquisitor want me to go with you and be a Pastor, listening to others pray for atonement? I can't do that kind of work!"
"Being a Gang Boss isn't bad either. At least I'm living quite comfortably in New York!"
Tang Song's mind turned. He recalled overhearing West and the Priest's conversation back then. From the sound of it, West wanted to recruit him into the Sacred Shield Brotherhood! However, Tang Song naturally wouldn't show it on his face. He maintained his expression and feigned ignorance.
West turned his head to look at Tang Song. "Pastor, hehe, God doesn't require everyone to believe in Him. Being a Pastor is just a profession!"
"Tang! This world has seven billion people, but frankly, the right to speak is always in the hands of that small group of people. This doesn't include Gang Bosses!"
West flicked the ash from his cigar. "Tang, have you heard of the Freemasons?"
Freemasons, not the Sacred Shield Brotherhood? Tang Song was startled, but then he said in surprise:
"The Freemasons, that legendary organization that secretly rules the world? Lord Inquisitor, are you a member of the Freemasons?!"
Hearing the surprise in Tang Song's tone, West dismissively denied Tang Song's words:
"Rule the world? With a stonemason organization established less than a few hundred years ago! Tang, truly powerful organizations won't easily reveal themselves to the world. They are like icebergs; those with true depth and strength are often hidden beneath the surface! I'm just using the Freemasons as an example, we..."
"Wait!" Tang Song interrupted West. He looked at the glowing red bottom of the pit and asked with a strange expression, "Lord Inquisitor, are you sure Blade has been sent away from New York?!"
West looked at Tang Song in confusion, not quite understanding why Tang Song brought up Blade. However, he stated with certainty, "We checked the Church Texts. Summoning the Blood God, this kind of Evil Spirit, requires a Daywalker as a Sacrificial Offering. We couldn't take the risk. Blade should be in a Monastery in the Vatican now!"
"What's that thing inside?" Tang Song pointed to the giant pit where flames were rising and asked back.
Inside? West looked towards the giant pit. Within the blazing flames, a blood-colored figure moved as fast as a Blood Shadow, flying out.
(end of chapter)
