hotmtlnovel Chapter 209 Gospel and his students
Chapter 209 Gospel and his students
With the plan laid out, Tristan led his team forward. Damien's team stayed close behind, but far enough away to cover Tristan's back if someone came from outside.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
With how narrow the entrance to the basement was, and the way it was positioned below a short staircase, there's been no point in bringing in too many people at once. Especially since Tristan planned to teargas everything inside.
'Ten people will probably be a huge overkill for this raid. But if it won't... Yeah. With what Gospel can do—how do I know he's not as dangerous in combat as I am? He also has a system, and I still don't know what it does!'
The basement door was closed on a deadbolt from the inside—Tristan spotted the deadbolt immediately through the crack between the door and its frame. He also saw hints of light from the other side.
The metal door was so weathered and banged up that this crack was a couple of millimeters wide. If not for his earplugs, Tristan probably could've heard something from the other side. The helmet and the respirator weren't helping him to navigate, either.
But his eyesight was still sharp, and everybody on his team had flashlights to pair with their handguns. They carried rifles, too, but 'just in case'.
Tristan brought out his set of lockpicks, pulled out a long, thin metal hook, and stuck it into the door crack. Using the hook to push the deadbolt away wasn't complicated enough to count as lockpicking at all.
Tristan put the lockpicks away and pushed the door open. He felt the screech of the hinges through the vibrations in the metal.
On the other side of the door was a narrow hallway that turned to the side. Yellow light—like from a lamp—was coming from behind the corner. It moved a moment later, shifting rapidly.
'Someone must've moved the source. A flashlight?'
Tristan took a teargas grenade in one hand, a handgun in another, and lunged toward the corner. Without even glancing to the other side, Tristan threw his grenade.
A second later, two madmen in blue hoods appeared from behind the corner.
He turned the corner, prepared to meet more guns aimed at him, or hopefully, just a dozen of panicking, sobbing and vomiting people who couldn't aim well even before they became blind from the gas.
Instead, he was met with an outright strange scene.
The hallway he stood in ended a couple of meters later, opening to a larger room. The path there had a doorway with hinges, but no door—maybe it had never been installed.
On the other side, ten people stood in a circle around the eleventh.
Each of them wore clothing similar to that of the first two cultists, and had some sort of weapon in their hand, except for the eleventh person. Mostly knives, half a dozen handguns.
The light in the room came from several torchlights placed on the floor. Another torchlight was held by the eleventh person, who was pointing it at Tristan almost like a spear.
All these people should've been crying and vomiting at once. The teargas in the room was visible as smoke-like haze. But they were just standing, as if prepared to repel whoever entered the room.
And the eleventh person—Gospel, it had to be—was the reason. He was saying something, even though Tristan couldn't hear it. His hood moved from his breath, and he was gesticulating actively.
Together with it, a powerful aura was spreading around him. An almost physical thing—mystical thing—that filled people next to Gospel with their own inner glow.
It was very much like what Tristan could evoke, but at the same time, very different. He could never share his attributes with other people—only inspire them to work at their best, not more than that.
'This is bad—but they don't look fully powered-up yet... I have to take Gospel out, now!'
With that thought, Tristan made a step forward for a better line of sight and fired past the circle of 'apostles'.