Chapter 47 Opportunity: Riot?

Elrich sat in a corner of the Happy Sailor Tavern, next to the passage leading to the kitchen.

On the table in front of him was a glass of turbid beer, which supported a knife parallel to the table.

The blade of the knife was as smooth as a mirror, and it reflected the situation on the street at a slightly tilted angle that did not reflect the light of the tavern. In this way, even if Elrich turned his back to the door, he would not be ignorant of the situation behind him.

Sitting alone in the tavern was actually a very boring thing, especially in order to ensure a clear mind and not touch too much alcohol.

But now the cult has fully retreated and lurked, and as the only contact person of the cult now, he has to act cautiously.

When it was night, the tavern became noisy, stuffy and crowded.

Elrich began to adjust his sitting position. He leaned against the wall facing the hall, his arms folded in front of his chest, and his cold face radiated sharp eyes, scanning the sailors who were intoxicated with dice, cards and malt beer.

Elrich rejected two toilet stirrers who came up to chat up tonight, broke the nose of a provocative fat boy, and threw out three drunks who were ready to fight - he was not just a simple customer, but also served as the security of this pub, but not for money.

He stayed until the pub closed, thanked his old friend Ham for the beer, and followed the last group of drunk drunks out the door.

Elrich was very close to this group of drunks, and could smell the pungent smell of alcohol, sweat and body odor and salty sea water.

He followed the drunks' blurred footsteps, and his pace was almost 100% consistent with theirs. If it were someone who didn't know, they would subconsciously think that he was also a part of this group of drunks.

Elrich slowly followed the drunks until they passed a dark alley, and then he left and hid under the cover of the shadows.

Even though he was already hidden in the shadows, he was not in a hurry to leave. He just squatted in the corner silently, holding the hilt of the knife in his boots. The silence of the winter phase made him silent and dead as a trash can on the street corner.

About fourteen minutes and fifty-four seconds passed, and Elrich still did not wait for any suspicious stalkers to appear in the alley. Only an old drunkard hunched over and passed by the alley. He thought that maybe he was too suspicious?

He got up from the sewage, walked through the dark, damp and fishy streets, walked in places where London street lights could not illuminate, and walked towards the uninhabited city.

As soon as Elrich left the dense urban buildings and entered the desolate and sparse treeless suburbs, his movement speed suddenly increased, and his movements were swift and flexible, like a red fox galloping in the grassland.

His maximum speed was almost comparable to that of a red fox, and one second was enough to sprint a distance of fourteen yards (12.8 meters).

He ran wildly in the night, the moonlight barely shining through the thick dark clouds, casting sparse and tilted thin silver pillars, but it could never catch up with his pace.

Elrich did not choose the shortest and fastest straight route to return to the new headquarters. He seemed to be taking a detour, passing through a flat land with a wide view, and then suddenly climbed a low hillside, suddenly looking back at the road behind him... The night was dark, but his pupils seemed to be glowing, emitting a cold light like the reflection of ice.

This flat land shrouded in the darkness of the night sky was empty, only the short grass swayed in the wind, and although the muddy road was full of footprints, the latest one was only a ten-inch long footprint with the toe deeper than the heel - that was the trace of Elrich's running just now.

"Really there is no follower?"

Elrich murmured in his heart, he jumped down the hillside, silently prayed for the power of the winter phase, making his footsteps silent and his footprints invisible.

He turned back again, followed another road back to the edge of the decaying and dilapidated city of London, and came to a remote river bend.

The familiar stinking river water flows here, and the black silt is mixed with garbage from life and industry. The cement riverbanks on both sides have begun to fall off and have scars like wounds because they have not been repaired for a long time.

Here stands a row of long-abandoned warehouses, with thin iron roofs covered with dark red rust like a patient with ringworm, and the walls are exposed with red bricks piled with plaster.

These warehouses were once occupied by a group of low-class criminals who were engaged in activities that could not be seen in the sun. They have now become the grindstones for the Flash Blade Cult to practice the Blade Code. The rotten flesh and blood nourish the nearby land, making the weeds grow more lush and tall, almost one person tall.

To get to the warehouse, you have to go through this dark and wild grass, and cross the suspicious puddles in the grass, which hide the quagmire that makes people sink and the cracks that deceive people's eyes. The lone walker who accidentally steps on it may slip hard, fall heavily to the ground, and sprain his ankle. It is simply a natural defense line.

In addition, you must be careful of the sharp traps hidden deep in the grass roots. If you step on them carelessly, you will definitely have to wail and pay the price of a broken leg.

Elrich didn't need a lantern to illuminate the way. Where the ground under his feet was solid and where the road was safe, all this information was engraved in his head. He let the jagged grass blades pass through his face and arms, leaving a fleeting faint white mark.

When he was about to pass through the tall grass as dense as a wall, he could see a faint light leaking out of the repaired and sturdy warehouse.

At this moment, a cultist with a rifle in his arms was walking around the outside of the abandoned warehouse, with a dying cigarette in his mouth. That was Fidel Araujo, who was in charge of the patrol tonight.

As early as when the bushes rustled, Fidel had already spit out the cigarette butt, stepped on the remaining flame, moved to an inconspicuous position, knelt on one knee, aimed the rifle, and put his index finger on the trigger, waiting for the person to be exposed before shooting directly.

Seeing that it was the Elrich brothers who came out of the bushes, he put down the rifle.

Although the Flash Blade Cult is a group of people who gather together for dedication, the inside of the cult is also a small society. The relationship between the two is not too familiar. They just nodded to say hello and then staggered.

Elrich knocked on the newly built iron door of the warehouse.

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-

After seven hollow echoes, the small window of the iron door opened, revealing a faint yellow light and a pair of scrutinizing eyes.

The man inside the door asked, "Did you bring back any beer today?"

Elrich replied, "Sorry, I forgot. Maybe next time."

The iron door slowly opened. The man who opened the door was only wearing a close-fitting vest, revealing a pair of shiny and strong arms, but he was clearly holding an oak wine glass in his hand, which was filled with clear malt beer.

The dialogue just now actually contained a code word, which roughly meant to ask whether there was a tail following, whether there was coercion, whether...

"Brother Elrich, you have worked hard, have a beer and take a break first!"

The man who opened the door handed the beer in his hand to the brother of the cult who had just returned from his trip.

Elrich took the beer and drank it, and burped comfortably.

The busy people in the warehouse gathered around and asked anxiously:

"Brother Elrich, did you meet the leader today?"

"Brother Elrich, is the Anti-Suppression Bureau still tracking us?"

"Last night, Elson - no, the broken zombie summoned with Elson's body did not come back either, most likely failed."

"Is that lame guy so powerful? Even the broken zombies can't deal with him?"

"Little Victor is also missing, and I don't know if he has been arrested by the Anti-Suppression Bureau... Fortunately, I didn't tell him the address of our new headquarters before."

The church members discussed it in a flurry, but Elrich, who was in the center, just shook his head with regret.

The church members couldn't help but sigh when they saw this. These damn Anti-Suppression Bureaus are watching them so closely!

"But..." Elrich changed the subject and said with a smile: "I received a secret letter from the leader, and he told us that the plan will continue!"

Ah--this exciting good news made the church members cheer. They raised their beer glasses and clinked them heavily, and the light yellow wine splashed on their excited and enthusiastic faces.

"Hahaha! I knew the leader would not give up so easily!!!"

"Great! Let's show the principle of the blade to our heart's content!!!"

"Yeah!!!"

In the simple warehouse behind them, there were several heavy and huge industrial machine tools. Although they were unmanned, they still operated automatically under the protection of the great foundry. The transport tracks discharged golden bullets one by one, falling on the wooden boxes covered with dry grass below.

And under the wall of the warehouse, there were several layers and rows of wooden boxes stacked up. The top three wooden boxes were open, and inside were brand new rifled rifles, Webley-style revolvers... and a large number of spherical high-explosive TNT grenades piled up like fruits.