Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 134 Collision

Claude slowly walked up the stairs, raised his ears and listened to the movement above. But unexpectedly, it was quiet, there was no sound, even Claude concentrated his mind, and he couldn't feel the sound of someone breathing.

Claude went upstairs smoothly and didn't see a man. This is a two-metre wide access with an en-suite room on either side. There is also a dark red wool carpet on the floor of the tunnel, which is much more upscale than the lobby downstairs.

Gently pushed open the wooden door of the first room on the left, the wooden door was thick and the room was a little messy, but at first glance nobody hid inside. It's a big room with a little room, a bedroom with a big bed and a messy bed, and you can see it going through a fierce meatball battle, and you can smell the harmony in the air.

Next to the bedroom is a small bathroom, a toilet with a sink, no one hiding inside. There is a table in the large room with some chips and wooden gambling, four backrest chairs next to the table and thick velvet cushions on the chair. However, there was a chair that fell across the floor, obviously the chair fell down in a hurry where the owner left...

There are also two single sofas and a large coffee table on the left side against the wall, with several bottles of white and blueberry fruit wine and five or six glasses, two of which are empty and one that has been poured for the most part, and two glasses with a small half.

There is a long table on the wall opposite the door with several silver plates filled with barbecue and honey bread, as well as pieces of fruit to eat.

Claude retreated from the room and entered the first room on the right. This room has the same layout as the room on the left, possibly because nobody rents it, and everything in this room is neat and intact.

How could there be no one left? Claude quickly searched all the rooms on the second floor, but the result was the same: people went to the empty room and no one was found. It's impossible, since those people didn't go down the stairs, Claude remembers very well that he kept an eye on this staircase leading up to the second floor as he fought in the lobby and the big guys watching.

Claude walked again from the stairwell to the platform on the second floor, yes, just this stairwell, a passageway, fourteen suites by the passageway, seven doors on one side, no other exit. Then there is only one possibility. There are other secret passages on the second floor. Those people, including Albert, all escaped from that secret passage...

“He's on the second floor! ”

“Right there! Get him! ”

Claude looked down and saw herself in the basement hall at the gate of the iron fence, crowded with members of the Black Snake Club, wearing jackets of all kinds, carrying all kinds of weapons, and even two with fire rope guns. The rough one, there are at least 50 or 60 people, from that downstairs stairwell constantly rushing into the basement lobby...

These Black Snake members are crowded, and as soon as they enter the gate of the iron fence, they see Claude standing on the second floor platform thinking, suddenly making noise. But when they entered the basement hall and saw the tragedy of the big men who had fallen on the ground, their screams immediately dropped, and the first few didn't even hold the weapons in their hands, scared them to the ground.

Claude flashed back into the tunnel, and he didn't want to be a target on the platform. Looking at the doors on both sides of the aisle, thinking nervously, is there a secret passage in that room?

If you exclude those hospitality suites, the most likely thing is this room in the middle that serves as an item storage room. Claude remembered that he had just come in and searched, and this suite was different from the other rooms, with two single beds in the small room and a shelf in the large room outside with all kinds of gambling and boxes of food and fruit wine.

If there is a secret passage on the second floor, it will not be placed in the guest suites, but only in this room, where one of his own can keep the secret passage safe. Claude moved those rows of shelves first, and the shelves were fine, and there were so many heavy things on them that they couldn't move at all.

Claude entered the small room again and kicked two single beds. There's nothing wrong with this single bed outside, but there's an empty voice coming from this single bed inside. Sure enough, lift the bed with a bed slab, a dark hole underneath, and an escalator next to it.

Claude put a bead of light underneath and found that it was just a small square room about two meters high with a door hole in the wall next to the small room.

Claude jumped straight down to the door hole and threw another bead of light into the door hole, which was a narrow passage, winding up, somewhere. In the light of the Pearl of Light, Claude can see very clearly the messy footprints on the ground, as well as the scratched walking marks on the mud walls by the passage.

Another long-range arrow protection spell was taken on himself, and Claude followed the passage and cast a bead of light across the road in case he was ambushed in the dark.

The passage is only more than 50 metres long and has not been ambushed as Claude imagined. Less than a metre wide, one path leads straight to the bottom, and there is no room for ambush.

The exit was a dilapidated shack, and there were three young women dressed as waitresses, who might not have gone out because it was too cold, but rather hidden in the corner of the shack in a thatch pile for heating. When Claude was seen coming out of that uncovered exit, the three maids shook together in fright.

“Where are the people?” Claude asked in a low, calm tone.

A slightly more courageous waitress pointed out outside the fingerhouse: “He, they all dispersed...”

Claude ignored them, went out of the shed, and at first glance, it was an alley, looking in one direction to the ghetto, and at the other, ha, isn't that the direction to Juliana's grocery store?

Turning to the direction of the ghetto, the voices are boiling over there. Obviously, the black snake will find something big going on on in its own field. All the people are being recruited to concentrate there, and it looks like it will soon reach here. Although it can be assumed that Albert will return to the Glades as well, it is no longer possible for the current situation to find him.

Lucky for him, Claude unwillingly spit on the ground and turned away to the other end of the alley. There was a certain feeling of impatience in my heart. I fought with the Black Snake for nothing, disturbed the scene of the Black Snake Club, killed and injured so many watchdogs, but failed to achieve my original goal. He could not teach Albert the lesson he deserved, but watched him wander around outside. What a handful!

The weather got colder and colder, it was almost hot and sweaty in that field, now the cold breeze felt as soon as I went outside. No wonder the three maids hid in the shack and didn't want to go out. With the summer dress they wore, going out was looking for sin.

Snowflakes have turned into goose fur, sprinkling down from the sky.

Claude looked back, nice, believing that in a little while, these snowflakes would cover his own footprints. That black snake will be unable to trace where it went, don't worry they'll find out about themselves. Claude thought about it, and without realizing the possibility of exposing himself, he wrapped his coat around him, pressed his head down, and approved the direction to continue.

With the snow getting bigger, Claude can barely see the road ahead. But having reached the intersection of the four alleys in front of Julian's grocery store, Claude looked in the direction and chose the alley that leads to the lake. Though it's a big turn from here, there aren't many people on this road to worry about being seen.

The sky is dark and heavy snow flies. Claude stomped on the snow on the ground, making a crisp "chirp” sound underneath his feet.

He looked closer and closer to the alley and suddenly heard the wheels, footsteps and jokes coming from the side alley. Several people had turned into the alley and pushed a scooter, blocking Claude's way.

Claudette stood silently by the wall, making way for the road.

The guys pushed the scooter past Claude, and the fox looked at Claude suspiciously. But apparently they weren't interested in getting into trouble, so Claude looked at it and continued to push the cart. A woman's voice sounded, “It smells like blood. Can you smell it? ”

“No, you smell wrong, it must have been the last bloody Mary you drank at night that gave you the illusion.” Another man's voice rang out.

“No, Bloody Mary is just describing the color of the wine, not the taste. I have a very sensitive nose.” The woman rebutted.

“I didn't smell it. Let's go. We'll be home soon. It's warm when we get home. It's too cold outside. I told you not to close the stall earlier...”

Claude laughed bitterly, though he didn't see each other, but he could tell from his voice who he was. The woman is Katherine's sister, the man is her boyfriend, the shark club Gerard, and a few are their escorts. Looking at them like this, they should be coming back from the square of the Temple of the Moon.

Last year was also New Year's Eve, when Kevin was a waitress in a tent rented by her sister Catherine. While wearing the Mermaid's Tavern name tag, Claude later learned that it was Catherine who rented her own temporary tavern in the name of Mermaid's Tavern owner, Alexim, and hung the Mermaid's Tavern name tag to avoid trouble. It is said that on this new evening each year, the profits of the Temporary Tavern are sufficient to cover Keffany's tuition for a year.

Smell yourself, the smell of blood is a little heavy, which must have been the last time you got contaminated in close combat with those three watchdogs. One was stabbed with a weapon by himself, one was cut off by himself, and the last one was broken by himself. That would have sprayed his little body with blood, but he just didn't notice.

I didn't expect Catherine to have a dog nose and smell blood passing by her side. And her boyfriend was reluctant to do much, and didn't want any accidents, so she thought she didn't know anything. It seems that when I go back, I can't keep my clothes, so I have to shove them in the stove to burn the ruins.

After the scooter had passed, Claude was back on the road ready to move on, and the alley next to him rushed out a figure and hit Claude with one end.

“Oops...” “Wow...”

The first is a crisp female voice, which sounds familiar. The second sound was the basket in the hand of the person who hit him fell to the ground, and the sound from the basket sounded like something had broken.

The scooter and the shadows in front stopped, and Catherine's voice rang out, “Caffrey, what's wrong with you, are you okay? ”

“I ran into someone, oops. ”

Claude didn't stand steady either. He fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, there was a layer of snow on the ground, and it didn't hurt.

The girl hit Claude in the chest, ran too fast or the ground was too skinny, didn't catch the castration, and pushed Claude straight down. She was fine by herself, not having a big horse party with Claude's body, but kneeling on the floor, which would be rubbing her knees.

“I'm sorry, sir, are you okay?” I guess my knee doesn't hurt anymore, and Kevin finally remembers who hit him.

“I'm fine. Would you mind moving?” Claude said that Caffrey was pressing on top of his robe, and no wonder he rubbed his knee twice and didn't hurt.

“Ah, sorry, sorry...” The girl stood up in a hurry to apologize. And then he pulled his nose wings: “What's that smell? ”

“Oh, nothing. Killing sheep at night. Got a little blood on my clothes. I was just about to go back to wash.” It's all dog nose, so sensitive.

“Oh, your voice is so familiar, you are...” The girl opened her eyes to Claude.

Claude just found out that she had just forgotten to lower her voice and was lucky to have a mask on her face. Hurry down: “Not me...”

Shit, what am I talking about? Claude's not talking, flashing from the girl, not in the snow.