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"Good luck to you, Calvin."

Isaac looked at the dark night that had returned to calm and said softly.Under the bright California moon, he knew that the doom hovering over the Holden family had come roaring down.

Isaac didn't know that he would be able to retreat from this dark wave, and he didn't know where his and Calvin's fate would go.

He just wanted God to be on his and Calvin's side.

May God bless them, amen.

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Calvin stopped the car at the gate of a fishing club on the edge of the city.In front of the front of the car is a wire door that is entangled in weeds. A rusty notice board is hung on the door. The paint on the surface of the notice board has been corroded, leaving round spots like rotten wounds one after another. The words "The private territory of the Collen House Fishing Club is not to be trespassed" can be vaguely recognized.

Calvin quickly glanced at the rearview mirror, and there was only a barren field behind him, and the silent road was a little farther away.In the prosperous period, the private lake of this fishing club should have a very beautiful view, but with the downfall of the owner, it also withered quickly - the vegetation that was transplanted at a high price quickly withered in the high temperature and water shortage environment , their black twisted branches drooping and blocking most of the way.Calvin took a deep breath, and then he stepped on the accelerator hard. The half-old Ford roared and crashed towards the red-brown wire mesh door, and then broke into the former Cologne House with a loud noise Inside the fishing club.

Calvin drove forward slowly for a short distance. The former lake here has almost dried up and turned into a swamp—man-made lakes are always very fragile in the face of nature.

But for Calvin, this is exactly what he needs.

He didn't turn off the engine, and after picking up the handbrake, he jumped out of the car, his rucksack hanging behind him.

Calvin glanced at his car silently, then bent down and picked up a heavy stone from the ground and put it on the accelerator.

He let go of the handbrake and jumped out of the car.

The second-hand Ford that had been with him for a while drove forward steadily, humming and vibrating, and slowly sank into the mud exuding a strong watery smell.It didn't take long for the sticky black swamp to completely engulf the car.

Standing on the edge of the swamp, Calvin watched patiently as the car's red taillights faded into the mud.

First of all, the car must be hidden. This is a necessary procedure. Calvin knew this, but inexplicably, Calvin had an illusion. With the sinking of the car in the mud, some joy in his life seemed to disappear.

A bitter taste gradually seeped out of his mouth, and the pain on his back became more and more severe.Then he straightened the straps of his canvas bag and walked towards the door of the club.

"Hey……"

Someone seemed to be laughing softly behind him.

Calvin suddenly stopped and looked behind him, but all he saw was the lush water plants in the dark night and the dawn sky that was turning white.

He didn't see anything, and that malicious chuckle seemed to be just an illusion of his.

But that chill in the back accompanied Calvin all the way back to the city.

He followed a few yawning blue-collar workers down the steps of the Perode Street subway station.The subway station in the early morning was much quieter than Calvin thought, and there were not too few people.There are many people who have just come off the night shift, their faces are haggard, like vampires who haven't drunk blood for hundreds of years, and some people are rushing to the morning shift, because of lack of sleep, each of them looks pale. His eyes were blank.The subway station looked more dilapidated than Calvin remembered, and there was a strange smell in the air, probably from the homeless people sleeping in the corner, rats, and the urine excreted in the corner with these creatures.Light tubes buzzed on top of the station, flickering with the sound of electricity.

Calvin was wearing a baseball jacket much larger than he was, zipped all the way to the top, the collar hiding his face, and his baseball cap covering his eyes.

He deliberately distanced himself from the group of passengers who took the early train. When the subway roared into the station, he quickly turned around and walked towards the locker.

A101...A10...C201...

Calvin's eyes turned, looking for the numbered locker Isaac mentioned.However, when he finally found the locker, he suddenly realized that a homeless man was lying curled up not far from the locker.

Calvin cast a quick glance at the man through the shadow cast on his face by the brim of his hat.

It was a perfectly normal-looking bum—normal because he had the messy hair a bum should have, the dirty face a bum should have, and the oversized battered coat a bum should have .

He covered his face with his coat, maybe because Calvin's appearance disturbed his sleep, he lowered his eyes and looked at Calvin.

Suddenly, Calvin felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

He turned his head quickly, pretending to continue searching for the serial number, but in fact he only felt dizzy—his heart was beating wildly, and all the muscles in his body were shaking.

Calvin stared at a locker in front of him. The number on it was C247. This was not the locker he was looking for. He needed to find C231. That number was written on the information Isaac gave him.

For a brief moment, though, Calvin wasn't sure he had the number right.

Maybe he read it wrong, the real number should be 237... no, it should be 247...

Calvin suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and the hypoglycemia was eroding his sobriety.

The writing on the metal number plate slowly writhed before his eyes like a living thing.The ventilation fan screeched above his head, so amplified that it sounded like a woman howling.Another subway came in, the floor was shaking, passengers were gradually increasing, and Calvin could hear their chaotic footsteps.

The gaze from another person fell on him, pricking his skin like a needle.

That's not a real bum, that's a watchman, a voyeur.

Calvin thought.

Even though he acted like a bum, there was something about him that bums didn't smell like.He looked neither humble nor insensitive, and his gaze had the watchfulness and restraint that only a highly trained man has.

Maybe they are from the Adventists, Calvin heard that voice repeating in his heart, since the mercenaries of the Adventists can know the red beard's camouflage house, then there is no reason for them not to know the place where Isaac used to store things. cabinet.

No, no, he could be that disgusting pervert too—he could have slipped under Isaac's nose in some other way.While Calvin was still cautiously dealing with the haggard early commuters, he leisurely paced to the side of the locker, took out his disguise and spread it on the floor, and waited here quietly, waiting for his self-introduction A web, like a web-spinning spider waiting for its prey—

However, soon, another voice whispered softly in Calvin's mind.

[It's just that you're jumpy, you're paranoid, that's just a bum, and bums are part of the American subway. 】

But that doesn't explain the suspicious look on that tramp...

The cold sweat on Calvin's back soaked his clothes.

He put his hand in his pocket, stroking the modified M9 military dagger hidden in the middle of his pocket back and forth with his fingers, imagining that he would use this knife to directly cut the artery of that damned Adventist lackey or pervert , There will be a lot of blood spurting out, but it is still early, and there are not many people here yet.If he moves fast enough...

Calvin shuddered violently.

As if waking up from a nightmare, the distorted vision and noisy voice gradually faded away, Calvin took a deep breath, and found that he had been holding his breath subconsciously for such a long time just now.

He glanced back at the homeless man, who had turned his back to Calvin and fell asleep again.At his feet was a fedora hat that had been fumbled bare, and there was no money in it.

Calvin pushed down the brim of his hat again, and when he lowered his head, he found that the C231 cabinet was right under his eyes, as if it had suddenly emerged from a magic mirror. Calvin glanced over it several times before Didn't see it there.

Quickly he inserted the small, light key into the lock and turned to the right.Calvin was very worried that he had forgotten the real cabinet number, and this key could not open that cabinet at all.However, with a slight "click", the thin cabinet door popped open.

A black briefcase that was probably new was crowded in the cabinet.

Calvin reached out and took it out, and stuffed it casually into his canvas bag.And just as he was about to close the cabinet door and leave quickly, there was a crisp metallic sound from inside the cabinet.

Calvin's movements paused, and he frowned and opened the cabinet door again to look into the cabinet.

At the bottom of the iron gray cabinet lay a cross that had not appeared before.Calvin took it out and found a paper tag hanging from one end of the cross.

It says -

The nearest exit is 300 meters on your right, then turn left.

Calvin's face suddenly turned pale, his fingertips trembled, and he turned the label over.

Only one word on this side of the paper

【run】