LRAB Chapter 502: Moonlight Blood (2)
Chapter 502: Moonlight Blood (2)
Chapter 502: Moonlight Blood (2)
The dim yellow light fell onto the polished porcelain tile floor, casting a warm shadow reminiscent of the evening sun. A leather shoe stepped onto this shadow, its black silhouette cutting through the halo of the setting sun, as if severing the light of the sun itself.
Coming to a halt, turning around, and standing still in place, through the legs clad in suit pants, one could see the glass cabinets of the museum, inside of which were placed some slightly worn pieces of paper covered in intricate ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.
At this moment, heavy footsteps approached from the side. Marc hurriedly carried a box and walked over, while the figure in front of the glass display case continued to keep their head down, attentively observing the exhibits within.
Marc voiced his exasperation, "Why are you still here? We've got the stuff, let's go."
Saying this, he lowered his head, looking at the box he held in his hands. It contained a beetle model that resembled a gift. From the appearance, it didn't differ much from the commemorative items sold in the museum.
Marc looked at Schiller, who was silently engrossed in the exhibition, and said, "Are you really from the KGB? Can you act more professionally? We're on a mission here. Is it time to be looking at exhibits?"
Schiller turned his head, in a moment, his eyes lit up with a white light, as if a cluster of white fire had ignited within his pupils. Marc instinctively took a step back, suddenly realizing. He said, "Isn't it the power of the Moon God? I have it too. Stop playing around and let's get out of here!"
Marc turned and began to leave, and Schiller didn't say anything but followed behind him.
As they just left the museum, a car emerged from the darkness and came to a stop in the light in front of the museum entrance. Marc struck a cautious pose in the light, touching the gun at his waist, sensing the power of the moonlight once again. After confirming everything was in order, he descended the steps.
The car stopped in front of the museum entrance, and a long-haired man carrying a cane got out. Seeing two people in front of the museum, this man seemed quite surprised, but he immediately said, "Have you seen Deputy Curator Pietro? He invited me to take a look at the items up for auction..."
Marc squinted his eyes and said, "You're lying. The moment you saw us, you straightened your spine and tensed your arms. You were on alert. Moreover, you hesitated for a second before mentioning that name. You were fabricating a false identity..."
"And who are you? Why do you seem like a jittery security guard?" The long-haired man remained unfazed. He said, "I'm Arthur Harrow, a general practitioner. I have an arrangement with Deputy Curator Pietro. This museum has an item up for auction. I needed to see it beforehand to decide if I want to buy it..."
"You don't need to explain so much to us." Marc remained vigilant without relaxing his guard. He said, "You're trying to justify your actions, but it's precisely the behavior of someone feeling guilty..."
Seeing Marc reaching for his gun, Arthur raised his hands and said somewhat helplessly, "Alright, if you don't believe me, let's go together and find Deputy Curator. Is that okay?"
Marc loaded a round into his handgun but didn't aim it at Arthur. He just held the gun in his hand and asked Arthur, "Where are you from?"
"Nearby neighborhood, I've rented an apartment there," Arthur assessed Marc briefly and then said, "You're American, right? Is this your first time in Austria? This museum is indeed worth a visit, it's one of the rare Austrian museums that preserves artifacts from ancient Egypt civilization..."
He turned his head, surveying the surroundings here, facing Marc, his eyes flashed with an eerie light. He said, "I see it, you're a criminal filled with chaos, sins almost beyond redemption. I can see that wicked fire within your soul..."
Faced with these words, Marc hesitated. He didn't know what was influencing his mind, but suddenly, the darkness in front of him began to blink. The massive and ominous silhouette of Khonshu was flickering in the darkness, appearing and disappearing repeatedly...
Suddenly, Arthur heard the sound of tapping on the engine hood. He turned his head and saw Schiller, dressed in a suit, lightly tapping the car's engine hood with an umbrella in hand.
The metallic sound of the tapping was somewhat vexing. Arthur turned his head, his eyes glowing. All of a sudden, his figure stiffened.
Marc didn't know what Schiller saw on him with that mysterious vision of his, but in the moment Arthur turned his head to face Schiller, the light in his eyes blinked twice, then extinguished.
Arthur took two steps back, his face turning pale. He pointed his cane at Schiller and stammered, "You, you..."
He swung his cane, and an eerie light emanated from the tip of the cane. But just then, with a "bang," Schiller captured the umbrella with both hands, lifted it upward, sending Arthur's cane flying. Following this, he thrust forward, hitting Arthur squarely in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
Arthur had just tried to struggle to stand up when a leather shoe pressed onto his chest. The umbrella in Schiller's hands twirled, its tip pointing downwards. With a "clang," a sharp knife appeared at the tip of the umbrella, and with a "thud," the umbrella blade pierced Arthur's throat.
Schiller raised his hand, and in a moment of splattering blood, the umbrella "popped" open. Not a drop of blood stained him.
As the blood splattered onto Marc, he didn't even have time to react. Everything happened too quickly, a series of precise, elegant, and fatal movements.
Marc stood there in a daze. Suddenly, he saw Schiller turn his head, locking his gaze onto him, and a flash of white light ignited in Schiller's eyes.
Marc suddenly remembered that he was a Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) agent, and just a few hours ago, Schiller had claimed to be from the KGB.
Marc swallowed hard, took a step back, and said, "No, wait, we're in a cooperative relationship now..."
The last thing that appeared in his field of vision was the gradually enlarging umbrella handle.
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