Chapter 8 01.0008: "I really want to beat this guy up..."

"In my opinion, turn around and go back."

"Turn around and go back…?"

The Huntress stared into Horatio's eyes, her tone confused.

"The symmetrical structure of the monastery doesn't mean there is only one way to get there. Since there are enemies clustered right above our heads, the other side must be easier to get to than here."

"That's true, but do you know how long it will take us to get to the other side? Time is precious, and every second wasted may lead to eternal damnation."

"Covered bridge. Where is the covered bridge in a normal chapel?"

The third scene Horatio had just seen among the debris was a broken covered bridge, and he believed there must be a safe escape route there.

"The altar of the holy image."

"Just go there, you lead the way."

The huntress sighed and said nothing more.

After hearing Horatio's warning, she turned on the heat source perspective system of the tactical analyzer and scanned the top of her head. It was just as Horatio said, there were people all over her head, and there was a guy with a huge heat source.

But then again, this kid doesn't have this set of cutting-edge custom-made equipment worth tens of millions of Gothic coins, and the short-wave perspective consumes a lot of energy, so even she doesn't turn it on often.

How did he know there was someone upstairs?
Farida narrowed her eyes suspiciously and looked Horatio up and down.

Horatio: ⊙﹏⊙!!

Horatio, who was busy looting ammunition from the cultists' thugs, shuddered and turned to look at Farida in confusion.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's scary."

"Nothing, hurry to the altar, you go ahead."

Farida, who was slightly shorter than Horatio, walked up and poked him with her finger, asking him to turn around and continue on his way.

Horatio couldn't guess what the girl was thinking, so he stopped guessing and walked forward.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a red-haired figure passing by quickly, at a speed that was not as fast as a human. When he turned his head to confirm, there was no trace of her.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Horatio was distracted, the Huntress turned her head to look in the direction he was looking, and at the same time instinctively performed light and heat detection to prevent any enemy ambush.

However, this time she found nothing.

"A figure? I'm not sure. Did you notice anything?"

"No."

"Well, keep going."

Horatio aimed his gun forward again and walked cautiously toward the altar.

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At this moment, above Horatio's head.

"Sir! Sir, the chicken (officer). Something big has happened!" The gentleman, whose face was injured and unable to pronounce correctly, staggered to a fat man.

The man was wearing a wide silk robe embroidered with gold thread, which was enough to show that the material was high-quality. He also wore a half-face mask on his face, but against the backdrop of his fat face, it looked much smaller than the one on the gentleman's face.

"Sir, I don't know what method that condemned prisoner used to make the woman from the Hood family submit to him. They also teamed up with him to kill all 37 of my brothers and sisters. I was the only one who fought back desperately and survived!"

The fat man's expression changed slightly when he heard this, but he suppressed his smile and did not show any surprise.

"What about them?"

"Uh...I don't know."

"waste!"

Snapped!
"Ahhh!" The gentleman was slapped by the fat man in the face and wailed while covering the gunshot wound.

"You can't even lure the enemy!"

The fat man tightened his grip on the cane, his face solemn:
"They dared to sneak in, I'm afraid they didn't just want to dig up our foundation. You take another fifty people to guard the only way to the altar!"

"Yes! Yes! Master Chicken!"

Looking at the spiral staircase that no one had come up for a long time, the fat man let out a long breath of anger, and then said in a muffled voice: "Anton, take your men to guard the shuttle, and don't let even a fly in."

"Master Priest, I will. I won't even let go of a fly."

The iron mountain beside him made a crisp sound of metal pieces knocking against each other, and slowly moved. It was covered with shiny little things, and it looked like a "Honor Emperor".

The big guy is nearly three meters tall, and his entire body is covered with rough steel plates and ceramic steel armor. Even the Space Marines would have difficulty dealing with him.
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Perhaps the enemy had been called to a higher level for garrison duty, for all Horatio saw on his way was a team setting fire to the mail room.

After killing them all, Horatio looked at the raging flames inside, touched the clues he had collected in his arms, and was glad that the flames did not devour all the secrets.

After a tense and silent journey, hurried footsteps finally sounded in the empty altar corridor.

It was the first time that Horatio saw so many such magnificent statues, and the visual impact they brought was far beyond what illustrations could bring.

In front of them, I am so small, like an ant.

Horatio looked down through the stone fence. The corridor was bottomless and there was even mist floating in the air.

He had only a vague and simple impression of the structure of the nest city, but when this unprecedented three-dimensional sense appeared before his eyes, he felt a stronger shock than when he first arrived in Chongqing.

"Why did you stop?" Farida asked when she saw Horatio looking around for something.

"We won't go from the front. The cultists must have already guarded the upper part tightly."

Horatio looked up, searching for something.

"But we spent a lot of time getting here, and we're not going to go from the front?"

The huntress frowned and breathed heavily, turning into a cloud of cold mist.

Horatio's eyes fell on her legs. He had been walking in front and didn't notice that the girl's injured leg could only be dragged by the force feedback device on the power armor.

"Your leg may need some urgent attention." Horatio took a step forward.

"Do business first."

She asked seriously, "Now we have to make a choice, which way should we go?"

"We're here already," Horatio said, looking up.

The Huntress's brows rose and fell as she looked in the direction where Horatio was looking.

"Here." Horatio turned his head and pointed to the broken corridor about 30 meters above.

"Can your jetpack carry two people?" he asked. Seeing that he didn't do her any harm, the huntress finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[He doesn’t seem as bad and vicious as the indictment says…]
Then she coughed twice, regained her normal tone, and said, "Normally it's not possible, but with your skinny appearance, maybe it's possible."

"Let's try. If we can get up there, we can get to the landing platform without anyone noticing."

"Even if it goes as smoothly as you said, how can I carry you up?" the huntress asked again.

Horatio held his chin in one hand and looked the girl's body up and down.

"Let me put this aside. I can't hold you." Farida stepped back, frowning.

"Ms. Hood, please take out your handcuffs."

Horatio took the handcuffs from the girl and cuffed his belt with two pairs of handcuffs, one on the left and one on the right.

"The end is cuffed to your tactical waistband."

"and then?"

"And then...I'm so sorry!"

"ah!"

Horatio grabbed the girl's slender waist and clasped his hands behind her back.

The huntress bared her teeth, with a very rich expression, but there was really no better posture at the moment.

But his smile was so warm and he looked so happy hugging me, it was so frustrating to watch!

[After I get out, I will definitely send this guy to the Ministry of Justice for ten years...]
Whoosh—the jet wings behind the Lady Huntress spread out like wings, the ducted engine began to run, and the huge whistling sound broke the silence of the altar.

Horatio watched his feet lift off the ground.

"Height five meters..."

"Height ten meters..."

Horatio's heart began to beat fast.

"Altitude 25 meters... start forward movement."

Both of their hearts were in their throats, as the long corridor below had turned into a bottomless abyss.

As the altitude gets higher and higher, if this thing breaks down in the sky or exceeds the altitude load, those two people will be heading towards the Golden Throne.

Uh... Can someone like me reach the Golden Throne?
Well, I still hope her 'money power' equipment is reliable enough!
The cold wind blew in from the vent in the distance. Horatio experienced what it meant to be "cold at high altitudes" and his body began to shiver unconsciously.

"Don't shake! You'll fall!"

“But you’re shaking too.”

The huntress couldn't help but shiver. Cold wind kept pouring in through the gaps in her armor, and the cold caused her physical strength to drop rapidly.

Horatio suddenly felt himself dangling in midair, his legs knocking against each other and shaking.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hold on a little longer, I believe you can do it." Horatio said in a trembling voice, his arms wrapped around the waist of the Huntress getting tighter and tighter, and he had already begun praying to the God-Emperor in his heart that the jet pack would hold up.

Finally, he found a corner of a broken corridor. At this height, he would not be seriously injured even if he fell.

"Whoosh..."

The huntress was sweating profusely, exhausted from carrying the heavy load, and eager to land, so the descent was very fast and rough.

Horley was dragged and fell to the ground like a paratrooper, and the Huntress followed closely and pressed on him.

Horatio let out a muffled groan and found himself lying on his back with the huntress supporting herself with her hands and riding on him with her legs spread. They looked into each other's eyes, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from her face, her little face as red as a ripe apple.

The huntress straightened up, undid her handcuffs, and leaned against the railing to catch her breath.

"Remind you, leaning there is not a smart choice. If you fall, just fly back by yourself."

"Shut up... huh?!"

Before the Lady Huntress finished her words, the broken stone railing behind her loosened and shattered, and her body fell backwards.

A force pulled her back, and her vision stopped abruptly when she looked up to 80 degrees, and then returned to looking straight ahead.

The female hunter came to her senses and hurriedly took a few steps forward, not daring to get close to the broken guardrail.

She turned her head and saw Horatio with a half-smile on his face.

It seemed to be saying to her in a mean way, "Look, you've suffered a loss!"

[This guy, I really want to beat him up...]
"Thank you..." She whispered reluctantly, biting her lip.

Although the other party was a felony death row inmate, her good family education made her see things in their own terms and she still had to express gratitude for being rescued.

"You're welcome. Please help each other in the future." Horatio smiled heartily.

The huntress wanted to continue on her way, but the pain in her calves made every step she took feel like an execution.

"Take off your leg armor. You can't walk like this."

Horatio half-knelt on the ground and took the standard emergency kit of the Ministry of Justice from the girl's waist belt.

"Let me see. Um, hemostatic forceps, surgical blades and knife holders, trauma hemostatic gel, gauze, analgesics, epinephrine, beta blockers, detumescents, stimulants..."

The female hunter removed the shin guards on her force feedback power boots, then took off her combat boots, revealing a horrific amount of bruises that had caused the middle of her calf to swell like a thick carrot, ruining the slender beauty of the girl's legs.

"Bear with me, it will hurt a little."

Horatio wiped his thigh with a disinfectant cloth, then wiped his hands clean, picked up the scalpel and carefully made a small cut. He pinched it with two fingers, and black blood oozed out of the wound.

"hiss……"

The girl clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and frowned, and took short breaths of cold air through her upturned little nose.

Soon she started biting her lower lip with her upper teeth, and it was obvious that it really hurt, but she never said a word. Even though the tears that were naturally secreted gathered in the corners of her eyes, they did not fall.

Horatio followed the illustrated instructions and began applying medicine to her, finishing with a layer of trauma gel and a wrap of medical gauze.

"Hold on a little longer. Don't give up halfway through the walk." Horatio closed the emergency kit and put it back around the girl's waist, holding her steady.

The girl's forehead was covered with sweat, her eyes were blurry and a little hazy, and she looked quite charming.

"Heh..." She limped as she put on the armor, sneering:
"Maybe I will fall, but not today, and certainly not here!"

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