Chapter 261: Intersection

"Today, we gather here together with sorrow in our hearts."

"I know that many people here haven't even had time to complete the funeral of their loved ones. My son, Ace, also died that night. Faced with the sudden danger, he chose to push me away at the first moment, but because he couldn't dodge in time, he was pierced in the head by the terrible spike."

"My mind was buzzing, and when I came to my senses, I found that I was holding the child's eyeball in my hand, and it was still bloody."

"Don't have any more illusions about Abdul, my compatriots! Otherwise, my son, his daughter, and her husband will be examples for all of you."

"He is no longer our hero. After all, he is now a superhuman being who is high above everyone else, enjoying countless fame and wealth. He is in cahoots with those politicians and tycoons. How could he stand on our side?"

"Our future can only be won by ourselves. The authorities must hand over Abdul and let him face our trial. Let him pay with his blood."

"Otherwise, we will fight to the death!"

"Now, those who support me, please come over here. It doesn't matter if you don't support me. We should part ways in peace, because this is a struggle that may cost lives, and it is no longer a playful fight like before."

In a remote area in the suburbs, a large number of immigrants gathered in a dilapidated basketball court.

People looked at each other with different expressions.

"But, didn't many people say that it was Abdul who took action to stop other extraordinary people?" someone asked hesitantly.

"What about the evidence? Can it be proved by just a few blurry videos where you can't clearly see the faces and mouths of the people? Ladies and gentlemen, many of you were at the scene at the time, so did you see any suspicious people appear and do anything?"

The leader asked back.

People were talking in low voices, the voices were noisy, but no one could refute him.

"So do you believe your own eyes, or do you believe the official one-sided statement? Haven't they told enough lies? Think about the kind of life you lead, and then think about the dirty and tiring work you do! How much salary you get! Do you want your children to live a hopeless life like you do?!"

The crowd began to get restless, shouting one after another. Even some people who originally thought that their lives were okay suddenly felt as if they were in dire straits, feeling suffocated and miserable, and couldn't help wanting to escape.

"eye for eye!"

"We don't want to live like this anymore!"

The leader raised a subtle smile and his eyes flashed a hint of red before quickly disappearing.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it slowly. The scene soon became quiet and people looked at the leader with eager eyes, as if they were looking at a savior.

They forgot that once upon a time, they also looked at Olivier and Abdul on TV or in front of the scene with the same eyes.

Compared to before, their lives have actually improved.

It’s just that the improvement is not obvious, the gap still exists, and the quality remains the same. This is not a problem that can be solved simply by spending a few years.

"Very good, you finally woke up. The first thing we have to do is put your loved ones in the coffin. We will carry the coffin and let them be with us to witness our victory!"

Palace of Dever.

Olivier looked at the latest information and smiled bitterly.

"Coffin demonstration? Who came up with that?"

"It's the leader of the protesters, his name is Ahmed." The secretary was familiar with the information and blurted it out.

Olivier nodded: "Is he connected with other extraordinary people?"

"We have not found anything. Mr. Abdul also specially investigated him some time ago. He is just an ordinary person with no signs of extraordinary contact. Of course, we cannot be sure now." The secretary said seriously.

He sighed. In fact, he didn't really care about demonstrations. Even if he brought a coffin, it would be the same. Similar things had happened in history, with the bodies of the victims being carried to protest against official inaction.

The most difficult thing now is that they demanded the handing over of Abdul, which is impossible, but the opposition will probably make a fuss about it.

After all, people now believe that those who died at Abdul's hands were not only immigrants, but also many locals. If the opposition expresses support, they can gain the support of two groups at once. This is an unprecedented win-win opportunity for them.

Moreover, Abdul's character also meant that he would not do anything like "making a big fuss in heaven". In the end, the less he said anything, the more unscrupulous they would become.

"Abdul, what have you done these days?"

"Every day was very regular. He would try to stay within surveillance range, cook, play games, and then call his mother in the evening."

"Well, let's pick up his mother and live with Abdul tomorrow."

"I understand." The secretary nodded and made note of it.

Olivier rubbed his brows. He still couldn't figure out, if there was no extraordinary person backing them up, how could those ordinary people dare to ask for the trial of an extraordinary person? !

Even if everyone is equal, we still have to abide by the rules of reality.

This can only prove that there must be something that I have not investigated yet. The Soul Assembly and the remnants of the Demon Lord must be hiding among them, trying to use the ignorance of these ordinary people to attack them.

At this time, near the house where Abdul's mother was, Hiss was sitting on the roof a few hundred meters away, with his head down, and it was unknown how long he had been sitting there.

He held a small knife in his hand and carved the block of wood, which gradually took on a distinct human shape.

Heath picked up the finished wood carving, blew away the dust, patted the sawdust, and put it into his pocket along with the knife. He stood up on the edge of the roof and said to himself without looking back, "Since you are here, why not come out and meet me, kid."

A few seconds passed in the hustle and bustle of the city before the hound stepped out from the shadows with a smile on his face: "Senior Heathcliff, I have long heard of your name."

"He must have heard of his bad reputation for a long time." Heath said what the other person was thinking without any care.

"Our teachers have talked about you, and they think that you may not be willing to help Augustus. Perhaps one day, we can wait for you to return to the Heaven Node." The Hound pretended to be relaxed, but in fact every inch of his muscles was tense, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down uncontrollably.

Heathcliff, a scary guy who specializes in destruction, is second only to the unfathomable Augustus in strength. In the entire Heavenly Node, it is estimated that only Mr. Li can suppress him with a high probability. Heath nodded gently, and there seemed to be some unclear nostalgia in his eyes: "Such naive words should be said by 'Sausage Lady'. I don't know what stage her dream of curing all terminal diseases in the world has reached now."

"Teacher Sausage's medical skills are already very powerful, maybe you can ask him in person?" The Hound did not answer directly.

After all, Teacher Sausage has been stuck in cancer treatment for a long time. Obviously, this is just an ability attached to other supernatural powers, but as for the divine grace, it seems quite difficult to use it on ordinary people.

"Forget about saving people." Heath turned around slowly and looked at the hound calmly. "I'm not such a noble person. In comparison, I'm better at killing people."

As expected, they still had to fight. The Hound sighed, "Mr. Li said that my talent for magic is a bit like yours."

"Oh, that's great. Let me see what you have learned in the Tower of Grace. It's also good to test the quality of your teachers." Heath seemed to be interested. He drew out the purple knife and inserted it into the cement stone on the roof as easily as tofu.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and dull thunder rumbled.

The hound let out a breath and pulled out an ancient-looking long sword from the shadows beside him.

"That was given to you by Hasam, right?" Heath glanced at his right hand. "Then let me see how much he has improved over the years."

In a flash, the purple lightning triggered the thunder in the sky. With a rumble of thunder, the purple knife, with the lightning, struck directly on the blade that was blocking the hound.

The hound grunted and barely blocked the opponent's move. A hint of red spread from the blade of the black knife in his hand.

Heath didn't even pause, leaving a shadow where he was, and in the blink of an eye he appeared on the other side of him, swinging the purple knife.

The hound's reaction ability was indeed good, and he blocked it neatly again, and a hint of red spread across the blade.

Clang clang!
After several attempts to see the crisscross of the fight, Heath took the initiative to distance himself and returned to his original position, looking at the long sword in the hound's hand that had turned dark red: "Mr. Li said that you look like mine? I remember that when I was in the Heavenly Node, I had already specialized in offensive techniques. He wouldn't have such a bad memory."

"I'm sorry, senior, this is exactly what Mr. Li said." The Hound wiped his sweat, raised his head and smiled, "He said, I am an advanced version of you!"

To the left of the hound, a vague green wind dragon slowly took shape, and to the right, an orange fire dragon slowly revealed its ferocious face.

A special dragon-shaped pattern appeared on the blade, and it turned into a dark red shadow, roaring at Heath in front of it.

"Try this move that Master Bailong taught me!"

Heath's face turned serious.

Feng——

Wind, fire, and thunder! The roof exploded like fireworks in an instant, and three flying dragons of different attributes suddenly attacked with the stab of the hounds.

Boom!

It was as if the sky and the earth were collapsing, and the building under their feet was directly shattered. Purple and red lightning intertwined and roared! Then, the powerful shock wave swept away the dark clouds that had just gathered. Two bright moons appeared again, and the lightning gradually subsided.

"Hehe, senior, how is it?" The hound asked, holding the long knife tightly.

"Not bad." Heath's swollen right arm trembled slightly. He unexpectedly looked at the hound a few more times, then swung it hard. The hound dodged and landed on the roof of another building.

The two men stood facing each other, ignoring the commotion below.

As for the people in that building, they had been evacuated by the Hound in advance. After all, they were in the Lawful Good camp, so they would not take human lives so lightly. But according to the Hound's philosophy, they would not be too restrained because of this, as that would be an even more irresponsible behavior.

Heath looked at the ruins of the building for a few seconds, and this time, when he looked at the hound, there was indeed more appreciation in his eyes.

He would not deliberately save these people's lives, but if they did so, he would not hesitate to express his appreciation.

"If we weren't in different camps, I would also like to teach in the Tower of Grace for a while to see how many talented young people like you there are." Heath said slowly.

"Mr. Li said that you're welcome at any time." The hound remained alert, happy to use words to buy time for recovery.

Heath raised the purple knife: "If this is all you have, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you with all my heart."

"You can try it, senior." The hound straightened his back despite the defeat.

After a moment's silence, Heath did not continue to attack. He put away the knife and flew away, leaving only one sentence.

"You can't protect the people I want to kill."

The Hound watched him leave. After a while, he could no longer hold back and slowly stood against the wall. "Fuck, this battery is so low, Jill is paralyzed! Is your phone fully charged? Cowboy? Cowboy, if you hadn't come out just now, I thought you had been scared away!"

The cowboy appeared from the side, ignoring his nonsense, and looked at what was in his hand, which was a statue.

"Eh? Is this the thing he has been carving there? Is it his wife?" Seeing that the cowboy ignored him, the hound stopped talking nonsense and started to care about the thing she had just taken the opportunity to get.

"Yes, and it can resonate." The cowboy resonated for a while, and could only see a woman's figure, following Heath, the two of them were sweet together, ".This clue is not very useful."

"No information about the remnants of the Demon Lord or Augustus?" The Hound grinned, unable to accept that he had gone to such great lengths only to get such an insignificant thing in the end.

"No, but since they can resonate, it means they are not unimportant to Heath. It just depends on how we use them." The cowboy looked carefully at the features of the female statue, then carefully put it away.

"He appeared so close to Abdul's mother but didn't take any action. He just watched her. It was obvious that he was reminding us or threatening Abdul." The hound sat on the ground, wiping the ancient long knife lovingly.

This knife was indeed given to him by Hasamu. Among so many students in the Tower of Grace, he was the only one who got it. It can be seen that he has a good talent in destructive techniques.

"At least we can be sure that Heath is indeed here, and since he is here, I suspect Augustus is also here." The cowboy pondered, "Why did Heath join the Soul Gathering in the first place? Mr. Li guessed that the two of them reached a cooperation. Perhaps, everything that happened in Gaul recently is the fulfillment of the cooperation promise."

"It's been several years? How long can Heath wait? The content of their cooperation must have been completed long ago. What is happening in Gaul now may just be the layout of the next conspiracy, just like the riot in Mo City." The Hound also has his own judgment.

The cowboy didn’t argue: “Let’s go, inform Olivier and move Abdul’s mother now.”

(End of this chapter)