The tactical gloves were covered with snow powder and mud, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and cigars.

Laura Crawford heard a heavy breath, and she kicked her head without looking back, but she didn't kick anything. She felt her foot be tightly held, and a pair of hands grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. Laura Crawford, who had no time to adjust the center of gravity, fell to the ground, and fear instantly attacked her mind. She subconsciously curled up to protect her head and spine from being injured, and firmly grabbed her HK USP pistol. The unbound leg kicked randomly. As soon as she fired a shot, the hand holding her ankle disappeared, and then a figure jumped out from the side, kicking her wrist wearing combat boots.

The pain caused by the collision of metal and bones forced her to throw away the gun, and tears unconsciously poured out of the tear glands. She did not give up on the battle, and the dagger tied to her thigh was pulled out immediately, but the person who attacked her also noticed her movements. The cold muzzle was then pressed against her forehead, and the arm holding the dagger was simply pressed by her knees.

"I'm not dead, Laura Crawford!"

The man who came out of the darkness reached out and clamped her throat tightly with his dirty, muddy and dried blood and broken nails. She could even feel the fingerprints of the man. Although the light was not good, she could see who the man was. This horror was even more terrifying than physical pain, because she confirmed that the man would rot in the dungeon and would never be able to appear here-Constantine, commander of the Trinity Mercenary Organization, Richard Crawford's girlfriend Ann

Na's blood brother, a madman obsessed with religious prophecy, identified Anna's wounds on his skin as a holy mark. "I can't show up here, right?" The Trinity commander spitted out bloody saliva with a ferocious expression. He pressed her tightly with his weight to extinguish all the power of resistance. "I should die in the dungeon, die alone in that place where the sun will never be seen, and die beside my sister but cannot see her, right?"

The power in his hands gradually increased, and no matter how Laura Crawford pried his finger with his other hand, attacking his face would be useless. "I should enjoy this moment." He leaned down and said softly, Laura could just smell the sour medicine in his mouth. "I should enjoy this moment, and Anna should also see your death."

Laura Crawford opened her mouth in vain. Her spine was tight, and the pain in her throat, spine, arms, knuckles and knees almost drown her, and the sharply reduced blood oxygen content almost made her unconscious. She didn't know what she had grabbed, but she waved it towards Constantine's head, with hatred for learning the truth about her father's death, the anger of survival instinct, and the fire of revenge that almost died in the hands of Constantine during her adventure.

She saw the man screaming with a blurry sight, screaming broken, broken names, broken teeth and bloody saliva splattered with roars. She could no longer hear any sound, and the blood vessels in her ears were beating like war drums, almost drowning her mind. She couldn't hear it, but the scream made her feel cold and tingling from her bones. When she regained her sanity, she was waving the pickaxe in her hand, her spasm fingers holding the handle tightly, and even she couldn't let it go. If it weren't for the pain in her throat, she couldn't even be sure whether it was an hallucination, because she didn't see any corpse or blood, and the pickaxe in her hand was still very clean.

There was no blood on the ground, only some black dust that melted like snowflakes and evaporated.

Laura Crawford looked around in horror, seeing nothing but the still silent darkness.

The HK USP pistol was thrown aside, her clothes were covered with dust, and her spine and thighs were covered with cold sweat like needles. The lack of oxygen was not fake, and the pain was not fake. She couldn't even swallow her saliva to relieve the pain and thirsty throat. She hurriedly crawled over and picked up the pistol to get the urgently needed sense of security - the thing that attacked her was definitely not Constantine. She knew that Constantine was in the dungeon of the Immortal City, and even if someone could escape from the dungeon, it would be impossible to leave the Immortal City - Laura Crawford didn't know what attacked her, and she didn't know whether the pistol could work, but it was better to have weapons than not.

The pain continued to spread on the body. Something passed through the edge of her rationality, like a fingernail that streaked through the glass, making her brain itchy and tingling. She couldn't remember what she saw, but in fact even what she saw a few seconds ago was a fantasy existence gradually blurred. When the black etheric spirit fell, the invisible words engraved on the bookcase were emitting a faint blue light, but she saw nothing.

Then there was gunshot.

Just a few seconds later, Laura Crawford clearly heard the gunshots coming from the next floor, and even the stone brick floor trembled in the dense gunshots. She heard the gunshots of pistols and rifles, the tactical phrases of the Holy Trinity soldiers, and saw the muzzle flames briefly illuminating the originally dark passage. She heard the dull loud noises from the large-caliber weapon, and then the dense gunshots began to disappear, followed by painful screams and abrupt wails.

"The resurrected dead, one of the most basic fears of mankind." Joan of Arc raised his glass and commented, "The question is, why is it him? The death of that Trinity Commander has nothing to do with you, neither moral nor legal can make you responsible."

"I don't know." Laura Crawford shrugged. After a cup of hot sweet wine, her body was warmed up, "but the story is not over yet."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Let me guess, the next thing that appears should be your father's girlfriend, your stepmother." Beyonetta mercilessly exposes the calm that Laura Crawford has always wanted to keep, "You watch her go to death, and you are happy to do so, this is something you subconsciously dare not admit. But your nature does not allow you to do such a thing, and this thing leaves scars on your soul. The Sea of ​​Soul is a mirror that reflects all our emotions and thoughts, and no matter how deep the secret is hidden, it will be faithfully reflected by the Sea of ​​Soul."

"Beyonetta is right, because the curtain of material universe and illusion in the library is weakening. As the only intelligent creature on the other side of the mirror, your thoughts will ripples in the Sea of ​​Ether. All your thoughts are reflections." Wanda stretched out his hand and showed Laura Crawford the Snake Bone Staff. After a long and heavy study, she was no longer the beginner in Strack Castle who could not even control his power. At least under the indoctrination of forced learning, her theoretical knowledge is very rich. "I command this staff by releasing my spiritual power in the Sea of ​​Ether. You can understand it as I manipulate my reflection to issue instructions."

"This is not a third-rate horror scene, nor is it a magic trick."

Laura Crawford was a little angry. Another artificial maid handed over a glass of new hot red wine at the right time. The red wine cooked with lemon, cinnamon, cloves, honey and other ingredients was very sweet and warm, and it was very suitable for this snowy night. "Lady, this is not a magic trick." Beyonetta said, "Something is on your mind. You are naked in that world, you show them everything, you have to learn how to control your mind, so you are here."

“Who are they?”
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