Operation Red Book

There was no other way, so Ivy pressed the hammer on her pistol and staggered out from behind the stage.

Ms. Maggie stood in the dark, holding a long-barreled shotgun in her hand, pointing it at Grace who was unaware of anything in mid-air.

Ivy couldn't see Ms. Maggie's expression, but she felt that the old face in the darkness was particularly hideous and hateful.

"Oh, I have already ordered Morris not to allow outsiders to come in, and you really ruined my good deeds." Ms. Maggie sneered.

"Orders?" Ivy tilted her head in confusion. "Are you the one who really holds the power in Florence?"

"Of course, the power of foreign relations belongs to Morris. I have become as old as a cucumber and cannot do anything to attract funds."

"I'm in charge of everything underground. I have to tell you, little thing, I'm still as good as ever and can always stab you in the heart."

Ms. Maggie laughed sinisterly, feeling very proud and proud of her craftsmanship.

"You were the one who killed the children and used their souls to sacrifice to the devil...Aren't you a nun?"

Ivy said softly with a frown on her face, raising her pistol and pointing it at the old nun.

"Sister, I am a nun. I have been a nun since I was young. I vowed to never have money, beauty, or desire. I have been kneeling before the holy cross since I was young. I constantly repent of my sins and pray for forgiveness from Heavenly Father."

Ms. Maggie's voice dropped, she was trembling all over, and a white light flashed in her eyes.

"But what have I gained? I have been violated and insulted. When I was young, my family forced me to repent. When I grew up, I was forced by society to repent. Even when I am old, they still don't let me go and force me to repent..."

"What am I repenting for? Because I was born a human? Because I was born a woman? Or because those bastards took turns violating me because of my beauty! Why should I repent?"

Ivy's hand holding the gun trembled slightly. Ms. Maggie's hoarse roar was like a big bell in the mountains, lingering in her ears and lingering for a long time.

Ms. Maggie sobbed and cried, and the sound waves echoed in the huge space, like a ghost in a cemetery shouting.

"So I don't want to trust God anymore... Since I was born with sin, I will continue to make mistakes. Anyway, I have the protection of the devil. Even if I fall into hell, I don't have to look at the disgusting halo of the Virgin Mary."

"I understand that you smoke, you drink, and you tell lies!"

Ivy found an opening and interrupted anxiously.

"But you can't use other people's lives to achieve your own happiness..."

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter to me. My devil will protect me. He will give me everything I want, freedom, happiness, and especially... the pleasure of killing!"

Ms. Maggie walked into the light with a gun at hand. Her ferocious face was unclear, and the crisscrossing wrinkles made it even more terrifying.

"Don't come any closer!"

Ivy's hand holding the gun was shaking even more violently, and she almost couldn't hold the gun steadily.

"Just try shooting! Hypocritical and holy Maria! Just be good and enjoy the joy of killing!"

Ivy closed her eyes, as if there was a stone stuck in her throat.

Listening to Ms. Maggie's approaching steps, she didn't have time to think, she moved her hands down and randomly pulled the trigger of the pistol.

There was no expected gunshot or hoarse curse from the old nun. Ivy opened her eyes in confusion.

She pressed the trigger several times, but the pistol still didn't move.

"Hahahahaha!"

Ms. Maggie held the shotgun up to the sky and laughed, then slowly moved the shotgun in her hand towards Ivy's head.

"Go to hell, bitch!"

Ms. Maggie fired several shots in a row, and the entire autopsy room was shaken by the gunfire and dust fell.

Ivy instinctively froze in place, her mind went blank and time seemed to slow down several times.

She could even clearly observe the trajectory and dynamics of the bullets.

“A week from now, it turns out it’s not Sunday, but Monday in the early morning,” the inner voice thought in my mind.

"I told you, how could there be any mistakes in the Grim Reaper's list..."

Ivy thought so at the last moment before the bullet was fired.