Operation Red Book

Chapter 454: Death of Viscount Dalton

"God is hypocrisy incarnate, Jacob."

Anna sat on a high table, looking down at him.

"He taught the world that we are born with sin, that we are born to repent, and that we are born to atone for our sins."

"But look at me, and then look at you. Are you extremely sinful? Are you guilty? We are just two children under ten years old. How can we understand sin and holiness?"

"So, those are all lies from God. He uses guilt to control you, to make you blinded by the world and dominated by proverbs, so that you are born in the world but live in hell."

Anna's tone was like that of an old-fashioned teacher. She jumped off the table and slowly walked towards Jacob, who looked confused.

"God won't bless you, understand?"

Anna stroked Jacob’s thin cheek and said softly.

"Who will protect me then?" Jacob blinked. He didn't mean to say this out loud.

"Hahaha! Me!"

Anna said with a bright smile.

"God won't bless you, but I will. Do you understand?"

"Repeat after me, Jacob..."

"God won't bless you, but Anna will."

"God won't bless you...but..."

"But Anna does."

"but……"

God will not bless you...

God will not bless you...

God will not...

"God bless you! Mother fxxker!"

Jacob in 1981 shouted to Ivy.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ivy quickly threw the cross in her hand to Dalton who was flying above.

But she was too weak to throw it very high.

"Sherlock!" Jacob shouted immediately.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Holmes, who was outside the circle, fired five shots, but only one grazed the edge of the chain.

"Oh! Fxxk!"

"Screw you!"

Jacob and Holmes were swearing at each other, the two impatient men becoming more aggressive than the other.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Dalton immediately put aside his heavy mood and happily enjoyed the drama below, while laughing triumphantly with his head raised.

A makeshift team... He knew very well that a priest who always thought he was insignificant and a detective who always thought he was insignificant put no pressure on him at all.

And at this critical moment, another crisp gunshot rang out.

"Bang bang bang!"

It's Christine.

She raised her pistol and fired every shot into the edge of the cross.

The cross was under force and flew quickly towards Dalton. At the moment it brushed Dalton's ear, a red afterimage flew through the air and steadily caught the silver piece.

"hiss--"

Suddenly, the sound of pure silver burning the meat filled the air, like the sound of boiling soup or frying food.

"Bam—"

The next second, Dalton was kicked down hard by Walter.

Dalton didn't have time to scream, but as soon as he turned over, Holmes grabbed his arm.

At the same time, Walter, covered in blood, fell heavily from above him, and the pure silver cross instantly pierced into Dalton's chest.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"

Dalton screamed in pain, his voice like an eagle flying over the prairie.

Black bubbles overflowed from his chest, like bubbling gasoline, accompanied by a pungent burnt smell.

"You have to step in! Only by piercing his heart can you kill him!"

Holmes pressed Dalton's shoulders and shouted.

"No! No! Walter! I'm your mother's savior!"

"You killed his father!" Holmes retorted. "You covet his beautiful mother. Is your urine frosted? You shameless old man!"

After saying that, he raised his head and yelled to the staggering Walter: "Hurry up, step on it!"

"it is good……"

"Stop! Don't you want to know who the devil has planted as an undercover agent in SCO?"

"What did you say!"

Walter was suddenly panicked. He pulled Dalton's collar with a serious look.

But the next second, Dalton opened his sharp teeth and bit Walter's neck quickly.

"I'll go to you!"

Fortunately, Holmes kicked out with a flying kick, and at the moment when his teeth pierced his skin, he quickly kicked the innocent and pitiful Walter away.

Then, he stepped on Dalton's face, his eyes were filled with disgust, and his tone was light:

"Guess what I do for a living? I'm a famous detective who's been in the newspapers! Do you think I didn't notice something wrong? Do you think I didn't find that little bastard?"

"Uh……"

Without waiting for Dalton to reply, Holmes stepped on the sterling silver cross and then jumped twice on Dalton's chest.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—”

Accompanied by a puff of black smoke, Dalton twisted his body and struggled to death like an eel on a fire rack.

Then, a continuous wailing sounded, and the old vampire who was a scourge to the people finally died in front of his enemy.

By now, it was already daybreak.

Walter stared blankly at Dalton's twisted body, tears slowly filling his eyes.

But before he could let out a cry of sorrow, Holmes raised his foot and kicked him hard into the dark woods.

"Bell and the others are coming here. You can sleep here for a while and pay attention to the sun..."

Holmes gasped as he looked at Walter, who lay motionless.

At this moment, he felt a dull pain in the back of his head, which made him break out in cold sweats.

Things should end here...

"And us! Sherlock!"

"Oh! Shit!"

Jacob's voice came from inside, and Holmes remembered that there was a group of "poor creatures" who were not sure whether they were black or blue.

"Don't worry..."

Holmes knelt down weakly, looked at the red in the distance, and replied with his last bit of strength.

"Reinforcements have arrived..."