Operation Red Book

"Not enough, not enough, I need more!"

The voice deep in his heart automatically emerged in Dorian's mind, stirring his hot brain madly.

Dorian lowered his head and bit the back of Ivy's neck, and his hand clasped around Ivy's neck tightened.

“Ahhh! Madman! Are you crazy? You… cough cough…”

The restraints on my back became even worse, and I felt a stabbing pain in the back of my neck.

Ivy screamed, but her words were soon choked by the stronger suffocation.

The two of them were entangled in pain like this, not noticing Ms. Maggie slowly standing up.

She pulled out the dagger from her arms, with a fierce and resentful gleam in her eyes, and walked towards the two people on the ground with trembling steps.

"Miss Ivy! Miss Ivy!"

Haley, who was hiding in the back, saw this scene and shouted anxiously to Ivy who fell to the ground, but unfortunately Dorian and Ivy could not hear any outside sounds.

Ms. Maggie glared at Haley fiercely, raised the sharp dagger in her hand and was about to stab it into Ivy's open mouth.

"do not want!"

Haley screamed and squatted down with her hands covering her eyes.

"Shua-"

There was a sound of fabric being pierced, and Haley gasped for breath, not daring to stick her head out to confirm the tragedy happening not far away.

"You...you...you, uh..."

Ms. Maggie's intermittent voice came into Haley's ears, hoarse and with the heavy gasps before death.

Things seemed to be taking a turn for the better, and Haley's wrinkled features gradually smoothed out.

She and Luke poked their heads out timidly and took in the sight before them:

Ms. Maggie's abdomen was pierced by a long sword, and blood smeared a large area on her white nun's uniform.

She held the sharp dagger high, her wrinkled face was distorted and ferocious, and her turbid gray eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

The long sword in her body was pulled out, and the old nun fell to the ground without any movement.

The body of the long sword is a small white umbrella with lace

Blood flowed down the tip, tainting the holy white color, which made people feel regretful.

The owner holding the umbrella handle was Grace, who had long loose golden curly hair that reached down to her ankles.

Her long hair was as smooth and shiny as satin, and paired with Grace's pretty face, she looked particularly dreamy and mysterious.

The robe, which should have been pure white, was stained with large patches of red like blood.

Red occupied half of the robe, just like the blood-stained white umbrella.

"Ms. Ivy, thank you for your selfless rescue."

Grace bowed to the two people who were already stunned on the ground. Her voice was still gentle and calm, but it was less friendly than the previous Grace.

Ivy finally pushed Dorian away, crawled to the side and forced herself to stand up.

The dizziness invaded her head again. Ivy endured the discomfort and asked Grace, who was glowing softly in front of her:

"So, what are you, the god of death, or... an angel?"

Grace did not answer Ivy immediately. She looked at the old nun who had fallen to the ground, and a small white booklet suddenly appeared in her hand.

She turned a page and spoke softly but without any emotion:

"Ivy Maggie Aldridge, 74, died at 6:10 a.m. on June 2 from bleeding from a puncture wound to the liver."

Ivy was in a trance for a moment, and finally couldn't support her body anymore. Her legs went soft and she fell to her knees.

Before fainting, Ivy saw Holmes rushing over and Dorian disappearing on the spot with red eyes.

Her vision gradually dimmed and her body gradually lost consciousness.

Fortunately, the last thing to disappear was her hearing. After she fainted, Grace's words came into her ears vaguely, sometimes far away and sometimes near:

"Angel Grace no longer exists. Now I am the God of Death Grace. It's time for you to leave..."

"My mission is not yet complete. Someone died in the explosion in three minutes..."