mtl008 Chapter 3236 The Shadow of Faraines (33)
Chapter 3236 The Shadow of Faraines (33)
Chapter 3236: The Shadow of Faraines (Thirty-three)
Bruce, hiding in the ventilation duct, watched old Sirtek, dressed in a suit and tie, walk into the studio. He noticed that the bodyguard behind this guy was probably not an ordinary trained security guard, because he was wearing a jacket with a cross on his chest.
As expected, old Sirtek had been on guard against the church. Bruce stared at the sight and thought that if he had relied on those people in the church, he might have been able to escape this disaster.
Not long after old Sirtek sat down, there was a commotion outside the side door of the studio. When a staff member walked over to check, a group of protesters rushed in.
The three bodyguards brought by old Sirtek were obviously there to deal with the church. Although they might have made some achievements in mysticism, they obviously had no experience in normal security work. They were also confused when so many people rushed in.
As soon as the bodyguards slowed down, the protesting crowd broke through the blockade at the door. Ms. Theresa, who was at the front, rushed onto the stage, grabbed old Sirtek by the collar and pushed him to the ground.
Old Sirtek was also confused. He obviously didn't expect such a thing to happen. All the preparations he made were obviously to deal with the assassination of the church, which was equivalent to getting ready for Tai Chi.
What greeted him was a beating.
As the saying goes, a random punch can kill a master. The anger of this group of protesters had been ignited to the limit. There were many of them, and no one on the scene could stop them. They soon rushed onto the stage, grabbed old Sirtek and beat him to death.
Although Ms. Theresa is a woman, there are also many middle-aged men among the protesters. One big man swung his fist and punched old Sirtek several times.
Old Sirtek was already old and defenseless, so he didn't even have the ability to struggle and was knocked unconscious.
Not satisfied with this, the protesters surrounded old Sirtek and beat him violently, and soon he was covered in blood.
Bruce calculated that the time was about right, aimed at the protester's head, and pulled the trigger.
But this time the dice was not blood red, but black and gold, and lived up to everyone's expectations and ended up with a big failure.
boom!
The bullet flew past the head of the leading protester and directly made a hole in the background board.
The sound of gunfire was a sedative for everyone.
But after a few seconds of silence, more screams broke out, ordinary staff members dodged frantically, and protesters sought cover in the face of life and death. Only the reporters who rushed in from behind took pictures of everything.
A brave female reporter even hid behind a chair and said: "Siltek is shooting protesters! He is shooting protesters!!! Ahhhhh!!"
Bruce fired five or six shots in a row. Although he aimed at the vital parts, he failed miserably every time he threw it, so he did not hit the target once. He just traced the outline of the human body the whole time.
A dozen more shots were fired, and only when the police rushed in did Bruce retreat from the ventilation duct, saying in his heart, "Thanks, Naya, I'll pay for the publication of the novel."
"Happy trade." Naya said.
Taking advantage of the riot, Bruce evacuated the TV station as quickly as possible and got into the car. He threw the gun back and breathed a sigh of relief.
"How about it?"
"It was basically a perfect execution," Bruce said. "The worst that could happen is hemiplegia."
"Not dead? Then will our employer pay?"
"Of course he will, because if we do this, not only will it vent his anger, but it will also have a serious impact on the stock price of Siltec, and we will get a bonus."
By noon that day, the explosive news spread across the entire East Coast. Although all the protesters were arrested, old Sirtek was in a coma due to his serious injuries and has not woken up yet.
Reporters filmed the entire process. Anyone who knows a little about firearms can see that the sniper absolutely aimed at vital points with every shot, but the protesters were just particularly lucky.
Some people were aimed at their heads but happened to trip over a chair and the bullet flew past their ears. Some people were aimed at their hearts but happened to bend down to hit others and avoided the fatal blow.
Under the exaggeration of reporters, this of course became one of the evidences of old Sirtek's guilt, because he was indeed the only one at the scene who had the motive to attack the protesters.
Coupled with the information they had previously obtained from the so-called public relations department staff, that is, the fact that old Sirtek had long been dissatisfied with this group of people who lowered the satisfaction rate in public opinion polls, all the media were saying that it was old Sirtek who hired the killer.
More importantly, some time ago, old Sirtek acted too ruthlessly and offended almost all of his competitors. Now they all came to add insult to injury. Among them were insurance giants from several surrounding states. They were very powerful, and in just one day, public opinion had fermented into a mess.
And just as Bruce expected, the wealthy businessman who hired them not only did not deduct their wages, but also gave them an extra bonus of 10,000 yuan and said that they did a great job.
If old Sirtek died, his estate would undoubtedly be inherited by his only son. After all, no one knew that Greed was dead.
But if the father is not dead, the inheritance will have to be postponed, which will result in the heir being unable to take over the business smoothly in the first place, and will give competitors the opportunity to make a move.
All businessmen prefer a chaotic situation to a settled situation, and the rich businessman who hired Bruce is no exception. Killing old Sirtek would only vent their anger, but if he is seriously injured and unconscious and needs to be rescued, there would be more room for manipulation.
After getting the money, Bruce went into an empty house, found a computer, and began to collect information using some not-so-legal means.
The Pale Knight watched from the side, but he no longer showed any surprise.
He now realized that Bruce lived up to everyone's expectations, learned well in areas that were not good, sang and danced by the moral bottom line, and spread his wings on the edge of breaking the law.
You say he is not Batman, but he is both civil and military. You say he is Batman, but he is both civil and military in areas that Batman does not involve.
The Pale Knight was really curious about how he grew up like this.
Soon Bruce found out some relatively secret information, mainly through some flight routes and airspace exchanges, and learned that a team coming from the Holy City might have approached Faraines.
"Someone coming from the Pope's side?" He muttered to himself in confusion, but quickly shook his head. It was public information that the Pope was dying, and looking at the Pope's condition, Bruce felt that he was not faking illness, and it was unlikely that the old man would come so far.
Apart from the Pope, that should be the only remaining great prophet. The great prophet went to Faraines, probably because of the disaster that befell there.
Bruce guessed from the information that he brought about 100 to 200 people. After thinking for a while, he said, "The Pope's time is running out. If the Great Prophet takes over the church, it will be difficult to overthrow the church again."
"You want to overthrow the church. Is this a victory condition?"
"No, but I agreed to help a friend publish a book." Bruce said, "The church will not allow this book to be published, so if you want to publish it, you must overthrow the church."
The Pale Knight naturally knew that the church was not a good thing, so he asked: "What are you going to do?"
"Old Siltek should be waking up soon. He won't think it was us who did it. He will only think it was the church's revenge against him."
"You want them to fight each other?"
"That's right, but the Great Prophet is too powerful now. We have to take away some of his leverage."
Bruce picked up the doorplate from the side, put it in his arms, and said, "Let's go back to Faraines."
Schiller and Batman were moving forward in a corridor in the cave. As expected, the people from the church knew about this underground cave and they conducted a simple search inside.
But because the cave was interconnected and the cabin was too far away, they were ultimately unable to search there.
Schiller and Batman headed towards the lighthouse, carefully avoiding their search.
"Are you sure you can fix the lighthouse's electrical facilities?"
"Of course." Batman said, "The Joker's electric shock equipment was modified from the lighthouse's electrical facilities. I checked it out before, and it can easily cause irreparable damage."
He fixed his eyes on the box in Schiller's hand and said, "If, as you say, this thing can summon a monster in a dark environment, what about the lighthouse window?"
"The lighthouse is so large that the windows provide very limited light, and more importantly, it is too close to the pier."
Batman immediately thought of the situation at the dock, where the fog had grown thicker after they had sunk a boat and dropped it directly on the heads of the resting Deep Ones.
The fog gradually spread to the vicinity of the lighthouse. Batman remembered that in such fog, the range of light could be spread was too limited.
If fog completely covers the lighthouse before night falls, the moonlight will have little effect.
If they cut off the power to the lighthouse, most of the lighthouse would be plunged into complete darkness.
"Aren't you afraid that this monster will kill the Great Prophet?"
"He's not that weak, but if this is the case, it's just bad luck for him." Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember the curse you mentioned before?"
Batman nodded and said, "Do you have any new ideas?"
"There are two possibilities regarding the curse. Either all of us were cursed after coming here, or we were attracted here because of the curse."
"It sounds like you think it's the latter."
"That's right." Schiller's tone lowered. He said, "Someone arranged all this and gathered us here at this moment."
"for what?"
"What do you think? What do you think is the reason why people with the same special attributes are gathered together at a certain moment?"
"This reminds me of black magicians," Batman said. "They will look for people with the same attributes to sacrifice."
"That's right. If someone was behind all this, he might have already started preparing for it many years ago when the tragedy of Madeleine's family happened."
"Do you think the Great Prophet did it?"
"Maybe so. I just know that this must be related to the church."
The Pale Knight was also hooked hahaha