Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 99: Do you believe that people deserve what they get?

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'Blood Crow'?

Of course it’s fake!

Barry believed it.

Just as he firmly believed that his father was capable of rescuing him!

At this moment, Barry had already chosen the seat farthest from the toilet and sat down.

But even so, he could still smell the stench.

"Just wait!"

"Wait till I get out!"

"Winchester? And that Ann!"

Barry had a gloomy face and an indescribably ferocious look in his eyes.

quack.

Suddenly, the sound of a crow was heard, and Barry was startled and looked up.

I saw a crow standing on the ventilation window, I don't know when.

“Get lost!”

Barry yelled, standing up and chasing away the crows.

Barry breathed a sigh of relief when the crow flew away in fright.

For some reason, when he saw the crow just now, this violent young man suddenly became nervous, as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed his heart and squeezed it tightly.

This feeling made Barry furious.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

"Damn Winchester!"

He cursed loudly .

He even started kicking the toilet.

Ga, ga, ga!

There was the cry of crows again.

Barry raised his head in anger, ready to grab the damn crow and tear it to pieces!

But the next moment, Barry was stunned.

The crow just now was standing at the ventilation window, but outside the ventilation window, a group of crows were flapping their wings.

The crow stood there, looking at him quietly.

Sudden--

Ga!

The sound of the cry was like the firing of a starting gun.

The crow spread its wings and flew high.

Crows swarmed outside the window.

“Help…Ahhhh!”

Before Barry's shout could really ring out, only screams remained.

…

"I hope my son has not suffered any injustice."

"He made mistakes, but he's still a kid."

"Besides, I paid the bail."

After Barry's father handed the pen to his lawyer, he turned his head and looked at Ann and the other police officers and spoke righteously.

Some hot-tempered police officers immediately glared at them.

On the contrary, An was quite calm at this time.

There was no anger at all, let alone any threat.

Just pointed to the door of the police station cell.

"Your son is in there."

"Now, you can take him away."

After saying that, An turned and left.

"Oh, of course."

Barry's father turned around with a forced smile and walked into the cell.

The elderly policeman took out his key expressionlessly and was about to open the door.

At this time——

“Ahhhhhh!”

A shrill scream was heard.

Barry's father could tell that it was his son's scream.

"Open the door!"

The other party urged the elderly policeman, who seemed to be frightened, his hand shook and the key fell to the ground.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

The elderly policeman apologized repeatedly and bent down to get the key.

However, when he had picked it up halfway, his hand shook again and the key fell to the ground again.

"Sorry! Sorry !"

It was another sincere apology, but Barry's father had no intention of listening to it. He bent down, picked up the key on the ground, and went to open the door.

Click!

After the sound of the door lock turning, the door leading to the cell opened.

Barry's father rushed in.

The police followed in.

Then, everyone was stunned.

A crow stood on Barry's chest, pecking at his flesh.

The blood stained the dark feathers, turning them scarlet.

Barry's eyes had already turned into bloody holes.

There was even a big hole on his chest.

Obviously he can't survive.

“Ahhhh!”

Barry's father roared and rushed over.

The crow was startled and flew away.

“Shoot! Shoot!”

"Kill it for me!"

Barry's father shouted loudly, but the police officers present just looked at each other and no one took any action.

The elderly policeman was even more stunned and muttered to himself.

"There really is a 'Blood Crow'?!"

…

The car was driving on the road, and Barry's father, sitting in the back seat, was roaring angrily.

"'Blood Crow'?"

"What is 'Blood Crow'?"

"It's just a trick!"

"What a clumsy trick!"

The other person roared and pounded the armrest of the seat.

"Now! Immediately!"

"Find someone to kill that guy called Winchester!"

" besides !"

“I want to complain to those police officers!”

"It was their negligence that killed my son!"

"I want them all suspended!"

Huff, huff!

Barry's father was breathing heavily.

The secretary at the side picked up the encrypted phone and started contacting "acquaintances".

Barry's father is not only a city councilor, he also owns a department store, two shopping malls and three large supermarkets. He is a truly wealthy man.

In other words, it was because of this kind of wealth that Barry's father became a city councilor.

However, after becoming a city councilor, Barry's father did not give up some of his original methods.

"Sir, they will act as soon as possible."

The secretary put down the phone.

"No!"

"I don't want it ASAP!"

"I want it right now!"

Barry's father emphasized.

"But this is not safe, we should..."

Bang!

Before the secretary could finish his words, Barry's father punched him in the face and kicked him.

"Get out!"

"I don't need a piece of crap teaching me how to do things!"

"Now it's my son who's dead!"

"My son is dead!"

Barry's father yelled and drove the other person out of the car.

The secretary opened the car door silently, but the car did not stop.

Bang!

Barry's father kicked again.

The secretary was kicked out of the car. After rolling several times, his whole body was in pain and he couldn't stand up at all.

All I could do was look up at the car that was moving away quickly, and...

A motorcycle in pursuit.

The motorcycle was moving at an extremely fast speed, and it was driving side by side with the car in a breath. The grenade in the rider's hand was thrown accurately into the car, whose door was not yet closed.

Then the motorcycle accelerated again.

Buzz!

With the roar of the engine, the motorcycle seemed to be flying close to the ground and was beyond the secretary's sight.

boom!

The next moment, flames filled the secretary's vision.

The buzzing in the ears and the flames in front of the eyes made the other party completely stunned.

…

Xiusta rubbed his temple.

He wished he could cheer up a little.

It was a pity that he hadn’t slept all night and now he couldn’t wait to fall asleep.

But, no.

The colleague who is going to take over hasn't arrived yet.

As a last resort, Xusta could only light a cigarette to refresh himself.

Took a deep breath.

Spit out slowly.

Smoke began to spread inside the car. Xiusta looked at the smoke drifting away in front of him, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes again.

Last night, Old Jerry told him what happened in the police station.

'Blood Crow'!!!

It’s actually true!!!

Old Jerry used six exclamation marks to express his surprise.

And Xiusta has not recovered from the shock yet.

How could 'Blood Crow' be real?

But old Jerry would never lie to him.

Although Old Jerry is in charge of the police cell and logistics and is quite free most of the time, he would never joke about things like this.

Afterwards, the police station directly arranged for colleagues to follow him, which further proved that Old Jerry was not lying.

However, before his colleagues arrived, Xiusta received the news—

Councilman Mr. Barry has been attacked!

Including the driver and bodyguards, they were all blown to pieces!

The colleague who has not arrived yet has gone to the scene.

And he had to continue to stay here.

"What happened in the past two days?"

“Why are so many things happening suddenly?”

"It's as if a disaster is approaching!"

Xiusta whispered to himself.

Bang!

There was a sudden tap on the car window, and Xusta turned around and smiled.

It's his partner, Ann.

" Coffee and sandwiches."

Ann handed the breakfast to Xiusta.

"Thanks!"

"All I need right now is coffee and food!"

Xiusta opened the car door and happily took the breakfast.

"How about it?"

An asked.

"Everything is normal. Winchester has not left since returning to the Folklore Research Institute. There is only one door to this building. I am sure he has not left."

Xiusta answered with certainty.

The 'Folklore Research Institute' is located in a six-story building with only the front door for entry and exit.

An nodded again, and then walked straight towards the 'Folklore Research Institute'.

Xiusta followed immediately.

When the two men came to the second floor where the 'Folklore Research Institute' was located and knocked on the door, Goethe had just woken up.

When faced with the two people's questions about the "Blood Crow", Goethe was shocked.

"What?"

"'Blood Crow' kills people?"

"You must be kidding. Of course 'Blood Crow' is fake!"

"It's just a legend, and it's very obscure. I've only seen it in an ancient book."

“We must believe in science!”

Goethe said righteously.