Chapter 259 29: Shura
Old people always have the habit of going to bed earlier.
At ten o'clock, Abdul's mother yawned in front of the TV.
“It’s been a long time since we went out together like this. Ab, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Although I haven’t read many books, I also know that the future of the country does not depend on one or a few people. I can afford it. Regardless of the big fuss now, it is actually the same as before. It has happened too many times. Most people just want to vent their emotions and enjoy the pleasure of free shopping. After the incident They still have to run for a living, think about how to solve the next meal, and wait for the next emotional outburst until they die, and then, as expected, their children will repeat their process."
"In contrast, We are already lucky enough to be able to take care of ourselves and help our friends as much as we can. Don’t be blinded by the word hero. Too many people are overwhelmed by this title, even what your father did back then. , also because of these two words, even if in the eyes of others, it is no different from the behavior of the devil."
Perhaps because she had accumulated a lot of worries, her mother held Abdul's hand with a sincere voice and spoke slowly and for a long time.
"I understand. In fact, my current job is very easy. My colleagues are very nice. My husband also takes special care of me. They are all very kind to me." Abdul comforted me.
After hearing this, my mother's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything. There was just a little worry in her eyes, which quickly disappeared with a sigh.
"Okay, I'm going to bed first. What are your plans for tomorrow? If possible, I hope you won't accompany me, an old woman. It's best to find someone of similar age."
"Ahem, Mom, I'm actually tired too, so I went to sleep."
Speaking of this, Abdul quickly interrupted and pushed his mother into the room with little force.
"Okay, I won't tell you, just because you're afraid." His mother glanced at him helplessly and closed the door angrily, "Good night."
"Good night."
Abdel returned to the room, opened a secret compartment on the bookshelf, and took out several maps.
This is the layout map of the entire Bacheng’s underground space, surface buildings, and defense forces, as well as the locations of several safe houses he arranged. He was sitting at his desk, examining suspicious locations on the map, thinking If you are a malicious person, where should you live?
The biggest suspect is undoubtedly District 17-20, which belongs to the third security echelon, and he has a strong say in this.
After gaining strength, he would take time to patrol the entire city every few days, and these districts were where the most thefts and robberies occurred. He secretly taught many people a lesson, including but not limited to tripping. , knocking people out, sending them directly to the police station, etc., but they all treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Especially after he killed several boss-level characters, he caused chaos in the local neighborhood for a long time.
It taught him a lesson, chaos and order are better than no order at all.
But what puzzles him the most is that the police force is actually sufficient, and local patrols can be strengthened, which can at least reduce the crime rate.
He asked this question to Olivier, who did not answer directly, but showed him the area where most of the police lived.
“You mean that few of them are from these districts, so they are not active in protecting people in these districts? But aren’t their wages and benefits used as financial expenditures? The people in these districts People can be regarded as taxpayers, and they create social value.”
“This is true, but do you know how much value these districts create in the entire Bacheng?”
Abdel understood the implication of Olivier's words. How much value can be created can provide as much security as possible. It is really naked.
“The world does not change overnight. In the final analysis, this is just a job. You also know how many casualties will be caused by adding more police forces to those chaotic neighborhoods. We can never treat people with righteous minds as expendables. It will not change much, but it will alienate our own people. We should start to fundamentally reverse this trend, even if it is very slow.”
Abdul put away his memories and let out a long sigh. It was indeed very slow. It seemed that these words were said by his husband two years ago, and today, it seems that nothing much has changed.
Chaos remains chaos.
Even order seems to be shaky.
After writing down a few of the most suspicious locations on the map, he put the map away and put it back in place. The time was almost up.
Turn out the lights, quietly perform some temporary reinforcements on his mother's room, and then he blends into the ground and disappears.
Not long after, Abdul stood in this direction again with complicated emotions on top of the giant hand of the iron tower. He turned his head and looked down, as if he could still see the ridicule in the eyes of the dying Gabriel.
Taking a deep breath, he pressed his hand on the back of the boulder. He expanded his ability to sense the earth and carefully checked to see if there were any clues left around him.
He didn't hold much hope for this, and was more prepared to search one by one according to the directions he found on the map.
But he seemed to have found a little clue, which was on the nearby lawn, like heavy footprints left deliberately, leading to the northeast.
“Is it intentional?”
Such a confident performance cheered him up, but he did not feel any timidity at all.
Can't you run away if you can't defeat him?
So he followed the obvious clues left by the other party and began to pursue them all the way.
Soon, he arrived near the Louvre Museum, which usually has a lot of tourists.
It is already early in the morning, and there are few people around. Some people seem to be walking aimlessly on the streets, not knowing if they are trying to enjoy the tranquility at this moment.
Certain places are actually at the peak of protests now, but it's just not appropriate for him to appear in those places right now.
Under an equestrian statue, a man is standing directly below, looking up at the statue. Even he seems to have become a statue.
Abdel had naturally noticed such a suspicious person a long time ago, so he secretly gathered strength and slowly walked behind the man.
"Sir, it's very late. Do you need any help?" Abdul asked tentatively.
“.” The man did not answer, as if he and the statue in front of him were the same work.
"If you don't answer, I can only send you to the police station for investigation." Abdul had walked less than five meters behind the man.
The man moved, his head lowered as he looked up at the statue.
"Abdul, do you feel that you have been graced by God?"
He didn't even look back, he just asked suddenly, as if he had come just to wait for him. , ask him such a question.
Abdel looked up. He recognized the figure riding the statue. It could even be said to be a figure that everyone in Gaul knew, Joan of Arc.
"If I haven't received it, I hope the Lord will give it to me; if I have received it, I hope the Lord will still give it to me." Abdul used Joan of Arc's words to answer the other party's question.
"It seems that in the past few years, you have read some books to supplement your poor knowledge, but I remember that you are not a believer in God." The man finally turned around, just an ordinary person He has a Gaulish appearance, about thirty or forty years old. In the light of the street lamp, his appearance looks a bit weathered.
"I value reality more than belief." Beside Abdul, a sword in the stone had been condensed. When he pulled it out, the stone platform collapsed and reintegrated into the ground.
The man nodded indifferently, and with his dark right hand, he also pulled out a sword emitting purple light: "Pragmatism? Maybe, we once had the opportunity to be friends. So, as a possible friend, you Who do you think Joan of Arc died in? "
"The enemy." "It's a tricky answer. But it doesn't matter, you will understand."
After speaking, purple lightning galloped, like a bolt of lightning, and the man took action instantly without moving forward at all.
Clang!
Gold and stone intertwined, making a crisp sound.
"It is indeed you, Hiss." Abdul held his stone sword in front of him and shouted in a deep voice, facing the purple arc of electricity.
Heath didn't answer, and the sleeve of his right hand instantly turned into soot and swelled ferociously.
Abdel's pressure increased suddenly, and a large number of solid stones climbed up his body starting from his ankles, forming a pair of earth armor.
Heath glanced at the ground that began to squirm under his feet, and with the help of Abdul's power, he jumped slightly and stood on the equestrian statue of Joan of Arc.
The next second, a large number of spikes protruded from the ground around the statue, stabbing Heath.
Heath didn't even look at it. The spikes disintegrated as they approached him, or turned into dust and mud, covering the statue.
Abdul frowned slightly. He could feel that the other party also had a trace of the power to control the land. However, for him, it was only a trace. As long as he used a little more force, it would not be his turn to control it, unless, Heath Trying to use the power of the magic wand at the cost of his own life might temporarily make him lose control of the earth.
"What do you want?" Abdul asked coldly instead of attacking immediately.
"I will naturally take what I want. Instead of caring about me, it is better to care about the gentleman who cares about you. There are too many people who want him dead." Heath said lightly.
Abdel did not mess up. Now he is protected by the Divine Grace Warlock. If any problem occurs, he should be notified as soon as possible.
"You do trust him, but I don't know if he trusts you as much as he appears." Heath chuckled and left in a certain direction unhurriedly.
Abdul immediately chased after him, expanding his perception and always alert to the possibility of the other party taking action.
Until the two of them approached a protest site.
At this time, there was a confrontation between three parties, the official, the local protest team and the immigrant protest team.
Abdel felt something was wrong and immediately accelerated, trying to intercept it. He had already sensed that the missing magic wand was among the crowd.
He could even see several people standing in the immigration protest team, forming a small circle, their eyes filled with madness. They were holding hands tightly, and the leader was a woman with exactly That magic wand, they were mumbling something, and then the magic wand emitted a golden shimmer. Their hair turned pale rapidly, and wrinkles seemed to be drawn on quickly, but the expressions on their faces were very happy.
"Child, I avenge you! Just use, just use the lives of these people!"
A few people became old men and old women in a short time, but their faces were sickly flushed.
As their words fell, the earth began to tremble. This power of using life to manipulate is Abdul's nemesis. Even if he tries his best, he can only alleviate the situation slightly, not to mention that he is now It's still a little far away from the scene.
“How can you, as the hero of Gaul, miss such a grand occasion? Let me help you!”
His suddenly appeared behind him, laughing and smiling. The black arm that had been strong for a long time suddenly punched him, and he who was distracted for a moment had only time to resist hastily. Even the rock armor of his body was broken inch by inch, and the whole person flew towards the protest site.
He did not resist this force, but followed the force and accelerated away.
"Ground, earthquake?!"
"Stay steady, don't be afraid, the space is wide here, be careful of debris that may fall."
"Ground, ground Melting!”
“Help!”
The crowd was a little panicked, and the uneasiness spread quickly, until someone was surprised to find that his feet seemed to be stepping on a quagmire, being slowly swallowed by the earth, making it difficult to get out, and they were suddenly frightened and terrified.
Among the old men who fell to the ground, laughing and being slowly swallowed by the earth, Augustus gently picked up the magic wand that fell to the ground and looked at Abdul who was about to land not far away. , lightly snapped his fingers.
The next moment, among the increasingly panicked crowd, spikes from the ground suddenly emerged from the soft ground, one after another piercing in various directions, piercing the protesting crowd like candied haws. Or shred.
The entire land was instantly turned into a Shura hell, and what was splashed in the sky were the passionate companions who were following him not long ago.
At this time, the blood fell on the dull face, still with residual warmth.
"Ah, ah ah!"
The broken limbs and remains of the same kind triggered the screaming nerves, making some people become weak and scream wildly.
Finally, the crowd began to collapse, trying to pull out their feet that had not yet sunk in, and headed towards a place they thought was safe or a place where the public subconsciously fled. The troops who originally maintained order were not attacked by punctures. , but the ground was soft and rotten, making it difficult for them to move, and they did not dare to move. They could only stare at the horrific scene, and reported to the headquarters with a trembling tone.
Those rock spikes are like ice crystal flowers that suddenly appear, constantly harvesting the lives of people. You have no idea where the next spike will come from or where on your body it will penetrate. Yes, like a ghost.
“Bastard!”
Abdul finally arrived with red eyes, angrily smashed a spike in front of his eyes with his fist, and hugged a man above who had been penetrated in the abdomen.
"It hurts, it hurts, save me, Abu." Before the man could finish his words, his head was pierced by another sharp thorn that suddenly came out.
Abdel smashed the spike, but it was already too late.
"Ho ho. Calm down!"
Slamming the ground with both palms, he roared.
Those spikes that had already formed disintegrated instantly, and those that had not yet formed and almost penetrated people immediately stopped, softened instantly, and merged with the earth.
“Stop, give it to me, stop!”
The shaking and melting of the ground began to stop, and the bodies of people trapped in it were slowly lifted up, and the earth here quickly recovered its response. Some look hard and flat.
However, the surrounding area was filled with horror and chaos.
The survivors next to him, even if they had not yet taken a breath, were staring at him in horror and retreating in panic, as if they had encountered some evil spirit.
Now, he knew what Heath wanted.
(End of this chapter)