Chapter 683: Section 474: 2100 (2)
Time regressed to forty minutes earlier.
As the old lady watched the young man who called himself Jack leave with his burly assistant, she gauged the young man moving towards his new target. Observing the gentleman at the door and the so-called artist with a scruffy beard conversing with him, the old lady smiled and shook her head.
"Dear Leonard, that boy has gone to the shop right across from us," she said without turning around.
Her husband then opened the top flap of the coffee table and took out a shotgun from the compartment inside: "That boy is naive and hasn’t seen much of the world; he doesn’t know what he’s up against."
"Exactly, just like our foolish children, who naively believe that everyone in this world is a follower of the Lord of Justice. No, besides us, there are many more pagans, cultists, non-believers, and stupid fools. Such a motley bunch and so many innocents make up this bizarre world," the old lady turned around, caught the shotgun tossed to her by her husband, and felt nostalgic about the good old days with the loaded weapon in hand.
Those were the days when she and he, with firearms in hand, judged the cultists, binding them to the stakes.
"Lena, bring the ammo belt," her husband called as he tossed the shotgun belt her way.
The old lady caught the belt and fastened it around her waist, securing the brass buckle.
Spiritual Energy controlled the coat hanger, causing the overcoat to fall into her hands. Already dressed in men’s clothing, the old lady kicked off her high heels, slipped on the overcoat, put on flat shoes, and then took a dagger from the weapons rack on the wall, hanging the sheathed blade by her waist.