Chapter 926: Lurker

The dinner plate is heavy.
No one can say how long they have to wait on both sides of the main banquet hall.
The worst part is that he can't hear anything.
The voice there was very vague, and Koresh realized that he should bring an advanced bug. (Forget the review of who he is 548 chapters)
He thought he was close enough to hear what happened inside, but now it seems obvious that he needs to revise his plan quickly, otherwise the risks he takes will be in vain.
Obviously he should be comfortable in Arkham's not-so-welcoming but cozy den, counting the wealth he added every day to survive, but a command from his superior made him a spy.
A position he is very strange to.
"Supervisor?"
He had just finished whispering, and a housekeeper approached him.
"What's the matter, kid?"
The housekeeper asked, and the other waiters in the line turned around and looked around.
"How long is it, supervisor?"
Koresh adjusted his tuxedo and asked politely.
"How long should it take to fuck."
The butler answered is not polite.
"But supervisor, the sauce is getting cold, it needs to be reheated, and I dare not serve inferior food to the great national hero and his guests."
Today's banquet is particularly shrouded, because it coincides with Ben Lier's forty-fifth birthday, in Dunwich, and even celebrities from the entire state gather here.
Hearing this, the housekeeper in uniform nodded.
"Take it back to the kitchen and move quickly, they will call us soon."
"Yes, supervisor."
Koresh said that he walked out of the line and ran to the tent's servant exit with his dinner plate.
In the dark night outside the tent, he stopped and poured the plate and food into a trash can.
No one noticed him.
The guard patrolled from afar, and he immediately slipped into the blue and black night in the garden.
He did not carefully disguise as a servant serving food and beverage, because he believed that his deceptive ability could make him pass.
But he knew that he would be closely monitored for a few minutes, so he still stolen an outer robe over the tight armor to enhance his camouflage effect.
Those internal guards should never be underestimated.
After a pause, he took out a pair of goggles from his pocket and put them on his head.
The world around him suddenly turned into a fuzzy and messy reddish brown, and he saw a tight cable extending along the sides of the corridor, climbing on the wall like the feet of the centipede.
Between the cables of these entities, he distinguished an illusory web: sensors and tripwires protected the surroundings of the huge auditorium.
These tiny light beams that are not visible to the naked eye can trigger a whole set of alarms once they are disturbed.
Koresh fiddled with his goggles and adjusted them to a suitable frequency. Such night vision goggles are the control materials of the Citizen’s Sanctuary-but there are very few things in the human world that cannot be managed by money.
He walked back and forth along the side of the corridor, looking for a viable path, and occasionally bowed his head or raised his feet to avoid tight cables and spooky beams.
On several occasions he had to bend over and even crawl forward to avoid disturbing those glare traps.
Most of them are vertical light emitted by small emitters installed at the top of the corridor, but there are also beams that are attached to the ground or parallel to the outer wall from emitters buried in the ground.
Goggles are his guide.
This is much more laborious than dodging patrol soldiers on the kitchen roof, and these beams are still active.
On three occasions, he stood still, realizing that his leg or shoulder was about to disturb a beam of light.
Since the blood war in the last war, the New California Republic has strengthened security measures for senior generals and increased counterintelligence training for the interior, so Koresh felt that he was offended.
But this time he came, it was not just to spy on intelligence, and Oak seemed to need no intelligence.
He came to confirm one thing.
"Ok?"
After groping for a long time, he found the target area, but no obvious vents or exits.
Koresh knelt down in an open position. He put his ears against the wall and used an ordinary bug that he carried to eavesdrop on the sound inside.
He could hear someone talking.
Ben Lier's voice is easy to recognize, and he seems to be talking to several people.
After more than ten seconds, Koresh recognized the voice that could only belong to "it" and seized the first opportunity to listen carefully.
"It" voice has some very obvious qualities.
They are talking about the number of Oak, and how to compete with it.
Hearing Ben Lier condescending to explain Ouke's concept to others made Koresh feel both anxious and funny.
What he said was too simple.
Ben Lier's understanding of Ouke is very simple, he seems very conceited, but has no opinion.
Then, "it" mentioned the rituals, and the ceremonies, Koresh concentrated, this is what he was looking for...
But he was too focused on eavesdropping, and he only had a few seconds to react when he finally noticed the inner guard behind him.
"Ok!?"
Koresh stood up sharply and turned around, while the inner guard who came quietly behind him was raising his dagger to attack.
"idiot!"
Koresh hissed:
"it's me!"
The inner guard stopped the operation and quickly dropped the dagger in his hand.
"Sir?"
"Yes!"
Kore said sharply.
"Back to your post."
His speech is mixed with the power of witchcraft, which is his talent and his curse. He can easily confuse people with words and make the other party think that what he hears is what he sees.
"Sorry."
The inner defender nodded, and some of the woods turned around to get into the darkness~EbookFREE.me~ but hesitated again soon.
Damn it!
Koresh's heart throbbed, his ability to successfully confuse the inner defender, but only for a while.
Obviously, these elite guards have unmanageable steel will.
The defender questioned the encounter and realized that he had been deceived.
The inner guard was wearing armor, but Koresh did not. He couldn't rely on a neat trick to solve the problem, nor could he use the WeChat pistol in his belt.
Any sound will trigger all alarms within ten meters.
When the inner defender turned back, Koresh suddenly rushed up, hitting the side of the opponent's dark helmet with a palm, smashing the protruding communicator, preventing him from issuing a warning.
"police--"
The inner guard started shouting, but the blocking of the helmet made his voice dull.
Koresh hit the opponent's throat again, making him dumb.
The Archbishop's messenger brought him a certain church sacred object, so that he, who was originally a weak liar, could be as brave as an Ok, of course, such power is not without cost.
When the other party's blood gushed out, Koresh felt a hunger pour from his throat.
But he must exercise restraint. Now is not the time...
"Cough..."
Koresh expected the punch in his throat to kill the opponent, but apparently the inner defender was not so vulnerable.
He still shoved his fighting dagger at Koresh.
Koresh blocked the opponent's sharp blade with gold bars woven into the sleeves of his tights. His right palm slapped on the opponent's breastplate. For a time, layers of strength struck the opponent's chest like waves.
In the ancient combat skills of the Wendigo church, this move that triggered the opponent's muscle tension reflex is called the blood mark.
"Well……"
The inner guard was staggering, and the breastplate was already cracked.