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On the other side, Duran and his companions also encountered trouble.

Unlike the siege at Bourne, they had more people but only one enemy.

She was an old lady with dentures, a head full of silver hair, and who could barely walk properly.

However, it was this old lady who made everyone in a mess.

"My arm is paralyzed. Be careful of her poisonous tongue. Don't get stuck!"

A tall saint staggered back and was helped by his companions to the back to join the NPCs in the bar.

Now at the forefront is Duran.

He held up a round table, and two saints beside him held up stools, standing in front of the crowd.

What they had to face was an old lady in a pink sweater.

At this moment, the old lady was lying on the ceiling like a gecko, and her tongue in her mouth was like a nail gun, whizzing towards the group of people below.

"Go find weapons. We can't just passively defend like this. We have to take her down."

While Duran was fending off the increasingly powerful tongue attacks, he shouted to the people behind him.

This was the first enemy they encountered after entering the bar. He was so difficult to deal with. It was hard to imagine how the predecessors managed to survive here for 10 days.

Some saints had already asked the NPCs for weapons. A middle-aged man who looked like a shop owner took out a shotgun, but did not give it to the saints. Instead, he used it himself.

"Bang, bang!"

He shot several times in a row but missed. It wasn't because the shop owner's shooting was inaccurate, but because the old lady climbing the wall was too agile and she dodged all the bullets.

At this moment, Duran suddenly shouted:

"Be careful, this guy has another attack, protect yourself..."

Before he finished his words, the old lady who had been hiding in the corner suddenly opened her mouth.

This time, it was not a tongue as sharp as an arrow, but a dense swarm of flies and gadflies.

"Om-"

Like a small dark cloud, it pounced towards the dozen or so people on the ground.

Seeing these scary little creatures about to fall on them, everyone opened their mouths in horror and squatted down reflexively.

But how can we avoid the flies and insects that are infiltrating every corner?

Just when everyone thought they were about to receive this disgusting and deadly attack, a ring of fire suddenly appeared in the air.

The ring of fire emanated from a bracelet.

With the bracelet as the center, it spread out in all directions, just covering the cloud of flies and insects.

In the blink of an eye, the dark cloud of flies and insects that had left everyone helpless was burned to ashes and fell from the sky.

At this time, everyone could see clearly that the hand wearing the bracelet belonged to their recognized boss, Duran.

"What are you still standing there for? Smash the chair, restrict her range of movement, and give me the gun!"

Duran shouted, picking up a chair at his feet and throwing it at the sharp-tongued old lady.

"Ah, you worms, go to hell with that damned baby!"

The sharp-tongued old lady dodged left and right to avoid being hit by the flying chair, while speaking vicious words.

"Bang—Baji"

The venomous old lady's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon, blood splattered everywhere, and her body fell from the ceiling, fell to the ground, motionless.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh my god, where did this old lady who can fall on the ceiling come from?

This place is so weird!

Duran put away his gun and looked at the NPCs behind the bar.

In addition to him and his six companions, there were seven people behind the counter of the bar.

A middle-aged man who looks like the store manager and his son.

Fat black chef.

A well-maintained middle-aged mother and her young and beautiful daughter.

A black guy wearing a yellow cotton hat.

There are also restaurant waitresses who are pregnant but still work.

Duran and several Saints looked at each other, and a female Saint stood up and asked:

"Are you the only ones here? We're looking for a baby—"

Before she finished speaking, all the NPCs became excited.

The fat black chef picked up a frying pan from the bar;

The young daughter protected her mother and retreated;

The black guy in the cotton hat pulled out a pistol;

The waitress at the restaurant burst into a swearing fit;

The store owner, on the other hand, pulled out another gun, a Mossberg 500, from behind the counter and pointed it at everyone.

Even though they had just worked together to kill an old lady, they now became enemies.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on? We're just looking for a baby, why are you so excited?"

Duran separated the crowd, walked between the two groups, and asked in a deep voice.

"You and that old monster are in cahoots, both want to kill the baby in Charlie's belly!"

The store manager said angrily:

"You can never achieve what that monster can't do!"

"Wait, who is Charlie?" Duran asked confusedly.

The saints behind him also nodded in agreement.

The name Charlie sounds like a man's name. Could it be that Charlie is the baby's father?

"I'm Charlie!"

The waitress pushed aside the store manager's son who was blocking her way and said:

"Why do you all want to kill my child? That old monster did it, and you do it too. Why?"

"What? Oh, no, we heard that someone was going to kill a baby here, so we came here to protect him. If there are no other babies here!"

The female Saint replied.

Seeing that the other party was still alert and had not put down their guns, he further explained:

"You should believe that we have no ill intentions. If we really wanted to hurt the baby, then the best opportunity would have been before we killed the monster on the ceiling.

Also, have you ever seen a group of people wearing priest robes to kill people?"

The female saint quietly activated her abilities while speaking.

Her voice became soft, with a feeling that cleansed the heart and purified the soul, making people unconsciously believe what she said.

The atmosphere eased, and the black guy in the woolen hat and the store manager put down their guns.

The female saint asked again: "Is this the 'Heaven's Landing' bar?"

The black guy in the woolen hat said curiously:

"You don't know where this place is, why are you here looking for a baby?"

Duran stood up and said:

"We received word that the baby who was threatened was at a bar called 'Paradise Landing', but we're not sure if it's here."

He explained: "We just came out of the city, there was no one on the road, and we saw the sign here and came here."

What he didn't say was that they saw the bar less than five minutes' drive from the city.

Charlie, the waitress, said excitedly, "What did you say? Someone spread the news that they wanted to kill my child? Who is it and why did he do it?"

Before Duran could speak, the mother and daughter behind the crowd burst into tears, with the daughter even crying:

"Stop talking, come and see my dad, he's dying!"

Upon hearing this, a black saint rushed over and saw the mother and daughter hugging a white man.

A large amount of blood flowed from the white man's neck, soaking the white napkin pressed on the wound, and the collar of his white shirt was dyed red.

When they uncovered the napkin that had turned red, everyone gasped. A large piece of flesh was missing from the side of the white man's neck.

Looking at the jagged edges of the wound, it didn't look like it was cut by a sharp object, but rather like -

"That old lady bit him! Bruce was just angry that she called me a rapper, so she jumped on his shoulder and bit him. Woohoo, please save him, please."

The black saint squatted down and placed his right hand on the white man's wound, emitting a faint milky white light.

The light shone on the man's wound, making a slight sizzling sound, and wisps of faint, black smoke emerged from the wound.

This magical scene made several NPCs stare in amazement.

If the old lady who could climb walls as if walking on flat ground and spit out poisonous words was possessed by a demon, it would be easy for everyone to understand. After all, there are too many murders in this world whose crimes cannot be explained by science.

What if she had super powers? What if she was wearing high-tech gloves on her hands, like in the movies?

However, this kind of thing, where the palm emits light and stops the blood flow from the wound, is really something that cannot be explained by science.

It was not until this moment that the people in the bar looked at Duran and his companions with serious eyes and asked:

"Who the hell are you!"