I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 243

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"How can this happen! How can this happen?!"

"This, what is this..."

In the chaotic ceremony scene, just as Alexei was about to approach, the crisp cracking sound behind him and the exclamations of the crowd stopped him in his footsteps.

The reaction of the people around made the head of the infantry regiment look back subconsciously, and saw that the head of the "bleeding" Harold statue was blown to pieces from the center as if it had been hit by a solid bullet from a three-pounder, and the fragments soaked in blood were flying. Turned into a "blood fog".

In the center of the blood mist, plasma like a geyser spewed out, completely dyeing the entire statue red, as if it was a headless corpse that had just been decapitated and had not completely cut off its vitality. pressure sound.

No, it's a trap!

Alexey, who was aware of the abnormality, woke up instantly, but he was still a step too late.

boom--

As if he had seen some kind of picture beyond his understanding, his mind was completely blank, endless babbling screamed in his ears, roaring in a language that humans could never understand.

This state lasted only a few seconds, perhaps even shorter than Alexei himself realized; but at this moment, the black mage who cast the spell has achieved his purpose.

That is to completely disrupt the ceremony scene!

When Alexei woke up, the person in charge of the foundation he took as a hostage had disappeared, and even the entire Harold Foundation had disappeared. Everyone was panicking and fled to the ceremony site and the parliament gate. crowd.

As for the black mage's breath, it disappeared completely, and in front of him there were only panicked and lost faces.

Even for some colonists who have long been accustomed to "abnormalities", the picture in front of them is beyond the limit they can bear.

In the face of thousands of people who had completely lost their minds, even with platoons of guns and roadblocks, the storm division soldiers with only more than 300 people could not maintain order at the scene, let alone stop them.

It's one thing to shoot a few early birds as a warning, but it's another to start a massacre at the ceremony; if you really want to shoot all the audience to death, the storm division really can only rely on blood and terror to maintain **** in the colonies.

"Damn, what about the reinforcements, why aren't the reinforcements yet? Carl Bain, that bastard, are you going to watch me ashamed here?!"

Alexei scolded a certain chief of staff who had been wronged and blamed, and other "close colleagues" of the officer corps who were desperate for help; but he was very clear in his heart that there must be accidents elsewhere, even if there were reinforcements. Can't get in at all, otherwise it would have been there long ago.

So he had to give up the pursuit of the murderer, and instead began to sound the bugle, let the troops evacuate and guide the crowd as much as possible, and removed two roadblocks to ensure that the panicked thousands of people would not suffer serious stampede casualties - even if the order cannot be maintained , at least try not to let them "cannibalism".

"Keep the line in line, and don't stop unless someone hits the line directly!"

"Let go of the refusal, remove the bayonet from the muzzle, there are suspicious elements who are trying to cause riots, and shoot them on the spot!"

"Keep the rhythm, empty the guns to frighten the crowd, and guide them to the preset exit!"

"Continue to send messengers, and let the Faithful Alliance and the headquarters send reinforcements as soon as possible - by the way, find out what happened to other streets!"

After all, the storm division is still the actual ruler of the colony, and it is inevitable to be complained and complained, but if they smash their basics for this, they will not even think about having a foothold in the new world.

Teapot Street, Tavern.

Just when Alexei wanted to shoot all the people he could see, Lisa, the big sheriff, had already put his idea into practice.

"Stop, don't run!"

The girl shouted, and the two "dagger" revolvers kept roaring at the backs of the Wild Hunt knights who were desperately fleeing; lead bullets screeched through the blazing streets.

At the same time as the gunfire roared, dozens of figures gathered at both ends of the street, also holding various weapons, and came to the big sheriff standing alone in the center of the street.

Looking at the figures of the Wild Hunt knights who had already run away, looking at those malicious figures, and the "immortal Speaker Harold" carved with a knife on the door of the burned-out tavern, the girl with her mouth tightly pursed. He suddenly puffed out his cheeks.

This is the second time she has let the prisoner escape from her hands after taking office (the first time was also the Knights of No Faith) one-on-one, without leaving any hands, she ran away in front of her face, just like that!

The big sheriff was outraged, thoroughly outraged.

The messy gunshots blasted through the burning streets and whizzed past the girl's ears; shattered lead shot from homemade firearms and old pistols pierced the hem of her coat and grazed the brim of her cocked hat.

The petite figure seemed to be unable to see such an enemy, skillfully loaded the revolver in his hand with ammunition, and picked up the shotgun that was still on the ground.

Load, turn, fire.

"boom!"

The dazzling gunfire knocked out the figure who was trying to attack, and the bandit who was hit at close range felt like he was hit by a battering ram in the torso, his chest was sunken, and the broken ribs and internal organs were mixed with countless lead bullets. With effort, it was mixed in the body cavity under the flesh.

The next second, the bandits who were blocked by the corpse only heard a series of roars, and the companions beside them lost their heads.

The splattered blood obscured the vision, and the gunshots covered the screams, so that they didn't even know what had just happened.

Of course, they don't need to know.

The surging revolver kept roaring, turning into meteors in Lisa's dashing run that left only an afterimage, constantly sputtering fireworks that harvest sinful souls.

The girl proved with facts that the title of "Shotgun Sheriff" is absolutely worthy of the name.

By the time the gangsters finally came to their senses, half of them were already lying on the ground - and it was still the way to give the doctor a problem.

And the big sheriff with two revolvers and a shotgun in his arms has already rushed towards the rest of them.

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow!!!!"

A sharp roar resounded through the dome, making Derek, who was hiding not far away, tremble; the Wild Hunt knight was surprised to find that he was actually frightened by the little girl in front of him.

It's not that he's not sure. In fact, even if he doesn't run away, he is convinced that with the strength shown by the girl, he has at least a 60% chance of winning... But when a cute and lovely little girl with a shotgun kills you with blood all over her body At that time, that kind of strange "pressure" will inevitably make people feel at a loss.

"And if you really hurt her, like these guys who were shot in the head by shotguns, it's probably the best end..."

The Wild Hunt knight shook his head, took a deep breath, and turned to leave the **** street.

"boom."

Closing the door gently, looking at the empty parliamentary hall behind him, Chloë Musk sighed wearily.

After relaxing a little, he immediately forced himself to calm down as soon as possible, pretending that nothing had happened, and calmly walked to the sitting room of the parliament.

Since Anson Bach reorganized the Beluga Port 500-member Council, this place, which was originally similar to the "Vested Interests Club", has the function of management, and various functional rooms have also increased - smoking in private conversations room, an office for daily work, a small meeting room for internal negotiation among various committees, a lounge for temporary relaxation after a meeting...

Not only can members relax, there is also a special cloakroom to change clothes, which is very convenient.

Just as he pushed the door, he suddenly heard a very unexpected sound.

"Lord Chloe?"

Anson Bach, who looked surprised, smoked his pipe and shouted to Chloe Musk, who had his back turned to him: "Why are you... why are you here?"

Ke Luo was stunned at first, and after a moment of silence, he turned around with a very solemn expression:

"This is also what I want to ask, Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief... Why did you not maintain order at the ceremony site, but went to the parliament instead?"

"Why... ah." An Sen sighed helplessly and smiled at him:

"You have already seen the situation at the scene. If I were still there, the Harold Foundation would definitely encourage everyone to ask me whether the statue and Speaker Mason are traitors. It is impossible to talk rationally."

"Instead of further aggravating everyone's emotions, it's better to leave temporarily, let everyone calm down first, and find out the whole story, otherwise there will be quarrels and conflicts, and there will be no second result at all."

"That's it, what you said makes sense." Chloe Musk nodded slightly:

"Indeed, if you were still at the ceremony just now, the situation might be much more troublesome than it is now; Lieutenant Colonel Alexei, who has been forced by the Foundation to be in a hurry, might actually be forced to shoot and kill. "

Outside the quiet lounge door, both of them sighed meaningfully.

"What about you, Your Excellency Chloë Musk?" Anson asked:

"You are the mediator in charge of the committee. Everyone can trust you. If you were on the scene, you should be able to help a lot. Why did you come to the parliament alone?"

"Just because everyone can trust it, we can't stay there."

Ke Luo also showed a bit of a wry smile on his face, and said lightly: "As long as I am still there, those who have no opinion for the time being will regard me as another 'flag' and push it out to negotiate with Lieutenant Colonel Alexei or you, Embarrass the storm division."

"As a local, I would like to play for Beluga, but that doesn't mean being someone's pawn."

"Are you a local?" Anson said in surprise:

"Sorry, but I think your name sounds more like..."

"Imperial people, yes." Ke Luo nodded slightly:

"To be more precise, I am an Adrian, and my grandfather even had the honor of meeting the Archduke of Adelaide in the castle - something that was regarded as a family honor by his old man and by my father's relatives, and every time Holiday parties are all about bragging about the guests."

"But then our family left our hometown and came to the New World to seek life and finally settled in Beluga Harbor; there are actually not a few similar 'locals', although this is a colony of Clovis, but not only Clovis can integrate Here—that's the charm of the New World."

"Makes sense."

Anson agrees.

In terms of speech, ideas, and dealing with people, the mediator of the committee in front of him is completely in line with the second and third generations of immigrants born in Beluga Harbor; on the one hand, he really recognizes his identity as a local, and on the other hand, he can feel The estrangement between himself and other Clovis immigrants, so he integrated more actively, and finally became a "mediator" recognized by all parties.

So he went a step further: "What do you think about today's events?"

"I respect the trust of the dead Speaker Mason in me, and don't think he is a so-called traitor; as for the widow of former Speaker Harold... She should just be emotionally disturbed by too much sadness."

There was a bit of sadness on Ke Luo's face: "In any case, the Harold Foundation does represent some voices; Beluga Harbour and even Ice Dragon Fjord do have feelings for the mainland, but they don't want too much interference from the mainland. , their antipathy towards the Storm Division is not purely directed at you."

"I may have crossed the line by saying this, but your support for the imperial colonies has stimulated the people of Ice Dragon Fjord to a certain extent... Since they can, why do Beluga Harbor and Grey Snow Town continue to hang Clovis flag?"

"Of course I understand that." Anson nodded:

"But the Ice Dragon Fjord is too small to exist independently; I believe that as long as the local traders continue to come to Beluga Port, various support and preferential terms for the colonies will appear, which can arouse the people of Beluga Port. Loyalty to the royal family of Austeria."

"Your loyalty to the royal family makes you admire it again and again, but many local people don't even know the existence of the royal family except the kingdom." Kolo shook his head:

"In addition to wealth and preferential treatment, if you want Ice Dragon Fjord to truly identify with the mainland and give up independence, you need to have more other conditions."

"Oh, do you have a good way?"

An Sen's eyes lit up: "If you can, please don't hesitate to enlighten me."

"You are exaggerating, Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, it is just some immature advice."

Speaking of which~www.mtlnovel.com~, Kolo waved his hand and pointed to the lounge opposite: "Why don't we go in first, make a pot of hot coffee, sit on the comfortable sofa and continue talking? I just experienced It was a mess, and to be honest, my physical strength is not enough to support me to continue chatting while standing."

"Of course, I'm rude." Anson smiled apologetically:

"Please come in first, I've been away for too long, and I'm not familiar with the structure and orientation here."

"Ok, no problem."

When the voice fell, Ke Luo stepped forward and gently pushed open the door of the lounge.

Just as he was about to step into the room, with his back facing An Sen, he suddenly made a "click!", turned his head 180 degrees behind him, and a pair of scarlet blood pupils suddenly opened.

And in the center of the blood pupil, An Sen's indifferent face was reflected.

And the muzzle has been pointed at his head!

Chapter end