Seeing the light from the glass window of the house, Connor glanced at the tightly shut door. His face was extremely pale, and he hesitated whether he should kick the door open.
Connor had neglected a problem. He was currently injured. Although he drank the blue potion given by Varga and the wound was temporarily suppressed, he was still injured. His speed naturally couldn't be compared to his usual speed. Most importantly, in order to hide his tracks, Connor didn't dare to take the public carriage. Therefore, it took him 40 minutes to reach Varga's residence.
In addition to the 10 minutes he used to clean up the scene, it meant that there were only 10 minutes left before the energy of the blue potion would be depleted and Connor's injury would relapse. Connor could already feel that the pain from the gunshot wound on his chest was getting more and more intense. It seemed that the injury would flare up again in the next second.
"Who are you?" Just as Connor was about to kick the door open, Varga's slightly trembling voice came from inside the room.
Hearing this voice, Connor was instantly overjoyed. Without hesitation, he blurted out, "Varga, I'm Connor Ferguson. Open the door!"
"Ka!"
As the door opened, the petite Varga, who was holding a kitchen knife, suddenly exclaimed, "Connor, what happened to you? Your chest is bleeding! "
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Let me in!" The signs of the gunshot wound on his chest were getting more and more obvious. Wave after wave of pain attacked Connor's nerves. Connor's forehead was already covered with large beads of sweat. Even his consciousness was starting to hallucinate. Right now, he was relying on his willpower to resist the invasion of pain.
Seeing that Connor's injury was so serious, Varga hurriedly threw the kitchen knife that he used to defend himself to the side and went forward to support Connor.
"Varga, I got a gunshot wound on the left side of my chest. Can you help me deal with it?" Connor said in a weak voice.
"Connor, hang in there! I'll take you to the hospital now. "Varga's little face was nervous and a little pale, and tears flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Beep beep beep! This is an emergency! Estimated 10 seconds later, the Host's gunshot wound will relapse. After 15 seconds, the Host will fall unconscious.] The auxiliary A.I. Chip gave the final warning in Connor's mind.
"Little fool, listen to me and don't interrupt me! I can't go to the hospital. Just do your best here. Even if I die, it's my bad luck. You can't blame anyone else. Remember to keep it a secret! Don't call the police or the church! " Feeling that the illusion in front of him was getting bigger and bigger, Connor made up his mind and bit the tip of his tongue. Before Varga could hear him clearly, Connor finished his sentence in one breath.
Not even a second after Connor finished his sentence, he blacked out and collapsed to the ground. The last scene of his consciousness was the sorrowful shriek of the petite Valga beside him.
"No!"
… ….
… ….
In Reyes's house next to Green University.
"What? Connor Ferguson is missing? " In the study room, Reyes, who was dressed in a luxurious black robe, no longer had a gentle smile on his face. He frowned and shouted at Old Victor who was standing in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It's my fault. Please punish me." Old Victor could sense the unfriendliness in Professor Reyes's tone. He felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly lowered his head.
"Tell me what happened!" Reyes tapped his fingers on the desk lightly and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Professor! Connor killed that bastard Joseph decisively. However, when I was about to ask him to kill Joseph's wife and son, three arbitrators from the Church of the Storm suddenly appeared in Joseph's house. One of them was an advanced apprentice while the other two were intermediate apprentices. In order to prevent Connor from exposing his identity, I told him to escape first while I dealt with the three arbitrators. I killed two of them, including the advanced apprentice, but the third arbitrator escaped … "Old Victor wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and told him everything.
After hearing Old Victor's words, Reyes remained silent for a while before he continued, "Have you settled down Bisping and his men?"
Seeing that Professor Reyes had changed his question and didn't continue to pester Connor, Old Victor's tensed heart slowly relaxed. He said without hesitation, "Reporting to the professor, Mr. Bisping and his men have all been settled in the other party. The weapons have also been transported, and they are ready to move at any time!"
"Very good, Old Victor. From now on, I'll be in charge of Bisping's affairs. Victor, you're dismissed. Try your best to find Connor Ferguson. If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse. Don't disappoint me! "Professor Reyes stared at the old man in front of him.
Although Professor Reyes's tone was calm and without any hint of anger, Old Victor, who was extremely familiar with Reyes's style of doing things, immediately became anxious again. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Professor, please rest assured that Victor will definitely find Connor!"
Reyes nodded and didn't say anything else. He waved his hand, indicating that Old Victor could leave.
After Old Victor bowed and left, Reyes pondered for a while. Suddenly, a white light flashed in his hand, and a sparkling and translucent crystal card appeared in his hand.
After playing with the crystal card in his hand for a while, Reyes slowly opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "Card of Fate from Byzantium. Tell me, is Connor Ferguson still alive?"
As soon as Reyes finished his sentence, the crystal card in his hand, which he called the "Card of Fate from Byzantium", bloomed with a gorgeous light.
When the light dissipated, a divine bird that looked like a giant eagle appeared on the card. Part of its feathers was golden, while the other part was crimson.
Seeing the appearance of the divine bird on the jade card, Reyes's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "Immortal bird? It seems that Connor will be safe this time. "
After getting a piece of good news from the "Card of Blasphemy", Reyes didn't stop there. Instead, he hesitated for a while and asked again in a serious tone, "Card of Fate from Byzantium. Tell me, will Bisping succeed?"
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