Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 695: Chapter 229 Reversal, Astonishing Secret Message

Reuel Bible didn’t leave through the front door of the tavern, but instead jumped straight down from the second-floor window.

This action was like throwing a stone to blast fish in a calm lake.

The moment he jumped down, Leonard Churchill could clearly feel several strong and murderous air currents surge in the atmosphere, suddenly emerging.

Seeing this, he muttered with a solemn expression, “Those guys from the X Bureau really know some sinister tricks…”

Reuel Bible’s disguise was close to perfect.

Yet he was discovered almost instantly.

It was clear that the pursuers had some special tracking methods.

Churchill thought of the method used to lock onto his Life Pattern in Summer Shepherd City last time, and his expression grew heavier.

If it weren’t for Auntie Garcia, a top-tier powerhouse, breaking the situation for him last time, he couldn’t think of any other way to escape.

“Old Bible, you better not die…”

Thinking this, Churchill talked to himself.

At the same time, he looked at the deerskin bag in his hand, his expression slightly complicated.

He wasn’t in a hurry to see what was in it.

Instead, he observed the surroundings of the tavern.

This was not a place to linger.

Indeed, as if responding to some directive, several patrons previously identified as potential “spies” also started to move.

They were looking around, clearly trying to find some patrons whose expressions were off.

Since Reuel Bible had left from the Old Gun Tavern, if they waited any longer, they would certainly be tracked down.

Once the tavern was sealed off, they would be trapped with no means of escape.

…

Churchill did not dare to stay any longer either; after dealing with the package, he stood up.

The reason he didn’t deliberately choose a secluded place to meet was that he took into consideration that both of them could escape smoothly after the meeting.

In sparsely populated areas, exposure would make escape extremely difficult.

On the other hand, the tavern, crowded and bustling, was more convenient for hiding.

Luckily, the crowd in the tavern flowed like a tide, so his actions didn’t raise suspicion.

But he still underestimated the professional Field Agents of the X Bureau.

As soon as he walked out of the tavern door, Churchill suddenly felt some Air lock onto him.

This was a perception ability more acute than that of a Werewolf’s sense of danger.

“I shouldn’t have been discovered…”

Churchill didn’t think he had been discovered.

It was because the X Bureau’s people had laid out a grand scheme, almost sealing off the entire Downing Street.

They were bent on a ‘better wrongfully kill than let one go’ approach.

Once Reuel Bible’s whereabouts were exposed, a large number of “professional agents” suddenly emerged outside a row of taverns nearby.

Newspaper sellers, flower vendors, cleaners, barkeepers… agents in various disguises immediately sharpened their gazes.

If Churchill continued to drink, he felt that his disguise would not be uncovered.

But he was unsure what exactly was in the package Reuel Bible had given him, and whether it might be located using some method, so he chose to leave immediately.

This move attracted several gazes onto him.

…

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“…”

Sudden intense explosions sounded in the distance on the street.

Churchill knew that Reuel Bible had started fighting over there.

Perhaps it was also deliberately creating chaos to create conditions for his departure.

As the explosions rang out, Downing Street also erupted into chaos in an instant.

But in the eyes of professional agents, they immediately knew chaos meant opportunity, and countless gazes on the street were fixed on every person trying to leave.

There were also some special Sensory Relics emitting radar-like waves.

Previously, Churchill had been completely unaware of such anomalies.

But these past two months being rigorously trained in fundamental skills by Barre Shepherd, his comprehension of “Air” had reached an extremely sensitive level.

The feeling like hairs being gently brushed by a breeze put him on high alert instantly.

“Downing Street is already sealed off, huh? This is turning into quite the hassle…”

Churchill exhaled a breath of stale air.

He felt increasingly certain that Reuel Bible had uncovered some extraordinary truth, to the extent that many Field Agents from the X Bureau were now probably deployed within Sinless City.

There was no chance of escaping on a motorcycle now.

Luckily, Churchill was very familiar with Downing Street. When they had agreed to meet, he had already scouted several alleys he knew from his time as a Corpse Collector.

Taking advantage of the commotion caused by the explosions, Churchill blended into the crowd of onlookers and then quietly detoured into an alley.

“Three, two, one…”

Churchill counted down in his mind; the shock bomb previously installed in the tavern exploded with a roar, causing further chaos.

He decisively dived off the bridge and disappeared into the darkness.

Churchill evaded the sightlines of everyone, running toward the hidden passage.

However, not long after, Churchill noticed several agents in black suits had followed him.

If it wasn’t targeted tracking, then he must have accidentally triggered some trap.

Churchill thought, “Even the sewers have alarm triggers installed… These X Bureau people really leave no stone unturned.”

But it was not too surprising.

Given limited conditions, the escape routes that human ingenuity can think of are only so many.

It was impossible for professional Field Agents not to consider them.

The good news was that Reuel Bible had lured away most of the experts, so the agents lurking in the sewers weren’t too troublesome.

From the intensity of the exposed “Air,” the strongest one seemed to be Third Tier.

As long as he could quickly deal with these people, he would be able to break out of the encirclement.

“Tread,” “Tread,” “Tread,”…

The deer leather boots made a hurried sound as they stepped in the sewage-flooded sewer.

Churchill’s beast-transformed wolf ears twitched slightly, and his form was already quietly merged into the darkness.

After a few moments, a five-person Elite Squad appeared before him.

A standard Elite Squad configuration.