Operation Red Book

Chapter 445 Not the Ordinary Christine

Joshua was right. Only he could restrain him.

"Snapped!"

The moment Ivy landed on the ground, she slapped Lord Leon in the face.

Lord Leon was hit hard by a punch, and his thin body shook for a moment.

His eyes were red, and there was a bit more excitement and excitement in the look he gave Ivy.

He was too excited and his vampire nature was exposed. He showed his white teeth, and his two fangs protruded from his lower lip.

"Snapped!"

Ivy slapped Lord Leon's head again, knocking it off balance.

"Ok?"

After being beaten for the second time, Lord Leon immediately curled his lips, and his expression changed from excitement to confusion.

Ivy's eyes were red and her face was slightly swollen and red from being hung upside down for a long time.

The eyes of the little beast were wet but sharp, like a bow and arrow burning with flames, which was about to be thrown at Lord Leon.

"How did you..."

"Give me your teeth!" Ivy pointed at Lord Leon and said sharply, "Put your teeth back!"

"You mean this?" Lord Leon bared his long fangs at her again.

"Pa!" As expected, another slap.

Lord Leon seemed to be addicted, his bloodless cheeks were now frosty red.

Like strawberries in autumn, inexplicable thoughts floated through his mind like flowing clouds.

But Ivy didn't want to argue any further. She took a few deep breaths, turned around and ran towards the blue Lake Eden.

The place was crowded with people, including countless black-robed "undead spirits".

Blue fire butterflies fluttered up and down, interspersed among countless black robes.

Ivy ran towards the black robe without hesitation, but suddenly stopped less than 1 meter away.

The swimming black-robed undead turned towards Ivy one after another. They made no sound, and their dark eyes stared straight at Ivy, as if they were the abyss between the canyons, so deep that no one could see the bottom, and no corpse could be found after death.

There was a deep forest behind her and a dark mass of undead spirits ahead of her. Ivy stopped where she was, not knowing what to do.

She wanted to know where Holmes and the others were, but found her vision was completely blocked.

There were so many undead souls that it was the first time that Ivy hated her height of less than 1.7 meters.

The undead stood there motionless. Perhaps it would be a good idea to just rush in.

Since she thought so, Ivy did it.

She gathered all her strength, spread her hands, tensed her muscles, found an opening, and sprinted with all her might...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"

Then, his arms were tightly grasped by the tall undead on both sides of the gap.

The black-robed undead began to wander again, moving very quickly and in the same direction.

Ivy struggled hard, but even as strong as she was, she still couldn't escape the restraint of a group of dead people.

The blue fire butterflies kept burning Ivy's body. She felt like her clothes were on fire and her exposed skin was also burning.

What’s even more terrible is that the black-robed undead leaped and moved in circles like Russia’s Chechen circle dance, stacked in layers and in an orderly manner, just like the retro dolls in a vintage shop.

It was just a pity for Ivy who was held tightly. She was wrapped in a black robe. The first time she felt dizzy, the second time she groaned weakly, and the third time she felt that her brain and blood had separated.

It also allows me to personally experience the perspective of the doll in the washing machine.

What's even worse is that after a few laps, Ivy had unknowingly reached the front row.

There was a bright blue in front of her eyes, and the sound of swirling water rang in her ears, disturbing Ivy who was already unconscious.

"don't want……"

But even in a state of distracted consciousness, Ivy could still foresee what she was about to face.

The splashing lake water splashed on Ivy's face, like the thousand-year-old ice and snow on the high mountains in the north, piercing into the bone marrow, causing unbearable pain...

The picture in front of her eyes was still spinning rapidly. In the blur, she seemed to see Mrs. Bruce and Mrs. Hudson, who fell to the ground without any movement.

Holmes and Jacob were also seen, lying forward on the ground with a large pool of blood beneath them.

To her surprise, Kristen and Joshua were missing, and no matter how hard she looked, Ivy couldn't find them.

Could it be that something unexpected happened?

Just like me, I was captured by the undead and thrown into the soul-cutting lake...

The carnival of the dead continues, and I will become the prey of those blue butterflies...

The lake is getting closer... getting closer...

Just one step... just one step...

"No..." Ivy shouted silently.

But the "ghosts" on Halloween night will not listen to human calls for help, just like the elderly at home never think you should stop and rest.

The water level rose to my ankles... to my calves... to my waist... to my chest...

The next step is to spread it over the mouth, nose, eyes, and the top of the head...

And then... death...

Ivy, unable to bear the pain any longer, felt her legs go limp and she fell backwards as if she had lost weight.

However, the cold lake water did not invade her body as expected. Ivy only felt a warmth around her waist, followed by a warm and strong embrace.

"Ms. Ivy..."

"Christine?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"what!"

Ivy's consciousness was suddenly brought back by a few gunshots. She was frightened and finally managed to stand firmly in the water. The scene in front of her made her speechless.

Christine, who was wearing gorgeous satin and silk gloves, was holding two silver spears at this time. She had a sharp gaze and a calm expression as she shot at the "undead" in front of her.

A cluster of red sparks flashed from the muzzle from time to time, and more obvious than the strong smell of gunpowder were the "undead" who fell down after being shot by bullets.

Ivy hid behind Christine, but was surprised to find that she was not wearing that damn corset anymore.

Christine, who has always been gentle and proper, turned into a great hero the moment she took out her spear!

Ivy had never felt her shoulders so broad, her outstretched arms so beautiful, her waist as wide as her palm so strong!

Champagne-colored curly hair was scattered messily on her shoulders. Ivy looked at the beautiful blue eyes from the side and discovered a calmness and courage that she had never seen before.

"Oh my god! Christine!"

Ivy let out an involuntary exclamation.

"Perhaps this is the last time I see you, Miss Ivy..."

Christine spread out one arm and attacked the confused black-robed "Undead" from all directions.

"Why!"

"This is really a disgrace to the Goodwin family... I have decided to die as a token of my sin!"

"Nonsense!" Ivy hurriedly hugged Christine's waist. "In ancient times, Hua Mulan joined the army for her father, and Mu Guiying took command. Today, Liu Hulan, Qiu Jin, and Jiang Jie have sacrificed their lives for the revolution. I can't tell you how happy I am to see you like this today!"

Christine immediately increased her firepower, and a series of gunshots rang in Ivy's ears, as if to vent her anger.

"Kiki! Ah——" Ivy covered her ears and screamed.

"Christine!"

"Look at me. I don't dare to hold a gun, fire a cannon, kill the enemy, or even stand up! That's why I fled to London! Because in my country! People like me can only be military rations!"

"In the five thousand years of Chinese history, the history books that record the deeds of people are thicker than the Alps, but the history books that record the deeds of women are thinner than the life of a mayfly. The women who can leave their names in these books and pass them down from generation to generation are all those who did what men did!"

"Christine, I'm not forcing you to get a gun, nor am I forcing you to stand out. I just want to tell you not to sacrifice your life for the so-called morality and honor. Besides, if a woman gets a gun, will the earth stop moving?"

"But...but I am a lady, I must get married. I...I will never be able to have a family if no knight likes me..."

Christine pursed her lips and frowned.

The times 100 years ago were so ridiculous and absurd that Ivy didn't know what to say.

She opened her mouth, panted several times, and then slowly said:

"Then there is only one way, put down the gun, we run away, and never pick up your gun again."