Chapter 259 29: Shura

Older people always tend to go to bed early.

But at ten o'clock, Abdul's mother began to yawn in front of the TV.

"We haven't been out like this for a long time. Abu, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Although I haven't read much, I also know that the future of the country cannot be shouldered by one or a few people. Don't look at the big fuss now, it's actually the same as before, it has happened too many times, most people just want to vent their emotions, and more to enjoy the pleasure of free shopping. After the incident, they still have to work hard for a living, think about how to solve the next meal, and wait for the next emotional outburst until they die, and then if nothing unexpected happens, their children will repeat their process."

"In comparison, we are already very lucky. We can take care of ourselves and help our friends to the best of our ability. Don't let the word hero blind you. Too many people have been crushed by this title. Even your father's actions were for these two words, even if they were no different from the devil's behavior in the eyes of others."

Perhaps because she had accumulated a lot of worries, the mother held Abdul's hand earnestly and spoke slowly and at length.

"I understand. Actually, my job now is very easy. My colleagues are very nice and my husband takes special care of me. They are all very good to me," Abdul comforted.

After listening to this, the mother's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything. There was just a hint of worry in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared and she sighed.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep first. What are your plans for tomorrow? If possible, I hope you won't accompany an old woman like me. It would be better to find someone of the same age."

"Ahem, Mom, I'm actually tired too. I'm going to sleep too."

Abdul interrupted her and gently pushed his mother into the room.

".Okay, I won't tell you. Look how scared you are." His mother glanced at him helplessly and closed the door unhappily. "Good night."

"Good night."

Abdul returned to the room, opened a secret compartment on the bookshelf, and took out several maps.

This was a map of the entire city of Ba's underground space, surface buildings, defense force layout, and the locations of several safe houses he had arranged. He sat at his desk, examining suspicious locations on the map, wondering where he should live if he were a person with bad intentions.

The biggest suspect is undoubtedly District 17-20, which belongs to the third security echelon, and he has a lot to say about this.

After gaining power, he would take time to patrol the city every few days. These districts were where the most thefts and robberies occurred. He secretly taught many people a lesson, including but not limited to tripping, knocking them out, and sending them directly to the police station, but these were only temporary solutions and not the root cause.

Especially after he killed several bigwigs, the local neighborhood was in chaos for a while.

It was a lesson for him that chaotic order is better than no order at all.

However, what he didn't understand the most was that there was actually a surplus of police force, and local patrols could be strengthened, which could at least reduce the crime rate.

He put this question to Olivier, who, instead of answering directly, showed him the area where most of the police lived.

"You mean, since there are so few people from these areas, they are not active in protecting these areas? But aren't their salaries and benefits paid for by the government? The people in these neighborhoods are also taxpayers, and they create social value."

"That's true, but do you know how much value these districts create in the entire city of Ba?"

Abdul understood what Olivier meant. The more value he could create, the more public security he could provide. It was really naked.

"The world doesn't change overnight. After all, this is just a job. You know how many casualties will be caused by adding more police officers to those chaotic neighborhoods. We can't just use up people who have justice in their hearts as consumables. That won't change much, but will alienate our own people. We should fundamentally change this trend, even if it will be very slow."

Abdul put away his memories and sighed, "It is indeed very slow." It seems that the gentleman said this two years ago, and today, there seems to be no major changes.

Chaos remains chaos.

Even order seemed to be crumbling.

After noting down a few of the most suspicious locations on the map, he folded the map and put it back in its place. It was almost time.

He turned off the lights and quietly made some temporary reinforcements to his mother's room. Then he merged into the ground and disappeared.

Not long after, on the giant hand of the iron tower, Abdul stood in this direction again with mixed feelings. He turned his head and looked down, as if he could still see the mockery in the eyes of the dying Gabriel.

Taking a deep breath and placing his hand on the back of the boulder, he expanded his sensing ability of the earth and carefully checked the surroundings for any clues left.

He did not hold out much hope for this and was more prepared to search one by one according to the locations he had found on the map.

But he seemed to have found a clue, which was on the nearby lawn. There were a lot of footprints that seemed to have been left deliberately, leading to the northeast.

"Is it intentional?"

This display of confidence made him very alert, but he did not feel timid at all.

If you can't beat him, can't you just run away?
So he began to track down the enemy according to the relatively obvious clues left by the enemy.

Soon, he arrived near the Louvre, which usually had a lot of tourists.

It is already early morning and there are few people around. Some people seem to be walking aimlessly on the streets, and I don’t know if they are just enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

In some places, protests are actually at their peak right now, but it is not appropriate for him to be in those places now.

Under an equestrian statue, a man is standing, looking up at the sculpture, and he himself seems to have become a statue.

Abdul had naturally noticed such a suspicious person a long time ago, so he secretly gathered his 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 part of the same work.

"If you don't answer, I can only send you to the police station for investigation." Abdul had walked to less than five meters behind the man.

The man moved, looking up at the statue's head which lowered.

“Abdul, do you feel that you have been blessed by God?”

Without even turning his head, he suddenly asked, as if he had come here just to ask him this question.

Abdul looked up. He recognized the figure on the statue. It could even be said that she was a well-known figure in Gaul, Joan of Arc.

"If I haven't got it, I hope God can give it to me; if I have already got it, I hope God will still give it to me." Abdul answered the other party's question with Joan of Arc's words.

"It seems that you have read some books in recent years to make up for your poor knowledge. But I remember that you are not a believer in God." The man finally turned around. He was just an ordinary Gaul in appearance, probably in his thirties or forties. Under the light of the street lamp, he looked a little vicissitudes of life.

"Compared to faith, I value reality more." Beside Abdul, a sword in the stone had already formed. He pulled it out at once, and the stone platform collapsed and merged back into the ground.

The man nodded indifferently, and with his dark right hand, he pulled out a sword emitting purple light: "Pragmatism? Perhaps, we once had a chance to be friends. So, among the possible friends, who do you think killed Joan of Arc?"

"Enemy." "What a tricky answer. But it doesn't matter. You will understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, purple lightning galloped, just like a flash of lightning, and the man made his move in an instant without any hesitation.

Clang!
The sound of metal and stone colliding makes a crisp sound.

"It's you, Hiss." Abdul used the stone sword to block in front of him, facing the radiating purple arcs, and shouted in a deep voice.

Heath didn't answer. The sleeve of his right hand instantly turned into ashes and expanded hideously.

Abdul felt a sudden surge of pressure, and starting from his ankles, a large amount of solid stones began to crawl up his body, forming a suit of earth armor.

Heath looked at the ground beneath his feet which was beginning to wriggle, and with the help of Abdul's strength, he jumped lightly 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 and stabbed Heath.

Heath didn't even look at it. The spikes collapsed 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 power to control the land. However, to him, it was only a trace. As long as he used a little more strength, it would not be his turn to control it. Unless Heath tried to use the power of the magic wand and at the cost of his own life, perhaps he could temporarily lose control of the earth.

"What do you want?" Abdul did not immediately launch an attack, but asked coldly.

"I will take what I want myself. Instead of caring about me, you should care about the gentleman who cares about you. There are too many people who want him dead." Heath said calmly.

Abdul did not panic. Now he was under the protection of the divine sorcerer. If any problem occurred, he would be notified immediately.

"You trust him, but I don't know if he trusts you as much as he seems to." Heath laughed and walked slowly in a certain direction.

Abdul immediately chased after him, expanding his perception and always being alert for the possibility that the other party would attack.

Until the two of them approached a protest site.

There were three groups of people confronting each other there at the time: the government, the local protest group, and the immigrant protest group.

Abdul realized that something was wrong and immediately sped up to intercept. He had already sensed that the missing magic wand was among the crowd.

He could even see that there were a few people standing in the immigration protest team, forming a small circle, with madness in their eyes, they held their hands tightly, and the leader was a woman with the magic wand in her hand. They were muttering something, and then the magic wand emitted a golden glow, their hair turned pale rapidly, and wrinkles appeared as quickly as if they were painted on, but the expressions on their faces were full of joy.

"Kid, I've avenged you! I'm going to use these people's lives!"

In a short while, they turned into old men and women, with a sickly flush on their faces.

As their words fell, the ground began to tremble. This power of manipulating life was Abdul's nemesis. Even if he tried his best, he could only alleviate the situation slightly. What's more, he was still some distance away from the scene.

"As a Gallic hero, how can you miss such a grand event? Let me lend you a hand!"

Heath suddenly appeared behind him, laughing, and suddenly punched out with his long-accumulated black arm. He was distracted for a moment and had no time to defend himself. Even the rock armor on his body broke into pieces, and he flew towards the protest site.

He did not resist this force, but instead followed the force and accelerated.

"Earthquake?!"

"Hold steady, don't be afraid, there's a lot of open space here, be careful of the debris that may fall down there."

"The ground, the ground is melting!"

"Help! Help!"

The crowd was somewhat panicked, and a feeling of uneasiness quickly spread, until someone was surprised to find that his feet were like stepping into a quagmire, being slowly swallowed up by the earth, unable to extricate themselves, and was immediately frightened.

Among several old men who fell to the ground and were slowly swallowed by the earth with smiles on their faces, Augustus gently picked up the magic wand that had fallen to the ground, looked at Abdul who was about to land not far away, and lightly snapped his fingers.

The next moment, in the increasingly panicked crowd, sharp spikes suddenly emerged from the soft ground in various directions, piercing or tearing the protesting crowd into pieces like candied haws.

The entire land was instantly transformed into a Shura hell, and what was splashing in the sky were the companions who had been following him with enthusiasm not long ago.

At this time, the blood fell on the dull face, still with residual warmth.

“Ah, Aaaaah!”

The broken limbs and corpses of their own kind triggered the screaming nerves, making some people weak and screaming wildly.

Finally, the crowd began to collapse, trying to pull their feet out from under the water and run towards places they thought were safe or where the public was subconsciously fleeing. The troops originally maintaining order were not pierced by the attack, but the soft ground made it difficult for them to move, and they dared not move. They could only stare blankly at the horrific scene and report to the headquarters in a trembling voice.

Those rock spikes were like ice crystal flowers that suddenly appeared, constantly reaping the lives of the people. There was no way of knowing where the next spike would come from, or where in the body it would penetrate, just like ghosts.

"Bastard!"

Abdul finally arrived with red eyes. He angrily smashed a sharp spike in front of him with a punch and hugged a man whose abdomen was pierced by it.

"It hurts, it hurts, save me Abu" Before the man could finish his words, his head was pierced by another sharp spike that suddenly appeared.

Abdul smashed the spike, but it was too late.

"Hehe. Be quiet!"

He slammed his palms to the ground and roared.

Those spikes that had already taken shape collapsed in an instant, and those that had not yet taken shape and almost pierced people also stopped immediately, softened instantly, and merged into the earth.

"Stop, give it to me, stop!"

The shaking and melting of the ground began to stop, and the bodies of the people trapped in it were slowly lifted up. The ground here quickly returned to its proper appearance, hard and flat.

However, all I saw around me was a horrible mess.

The survivors around him, even though they hadn't caught their breath yet, stared at him in horror and retreated in panic, as if they had encountered some evil spirit.

Now, he knew what Heath wanted.

(End of this chapter)