The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 5

Eve felt herself caught in the rhythm of this man. She placed the iron shelf on top of the iron frame, testing the pulley, which seemed to work smoothly enough.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting out," Lloyd replied.

He tore off the white coat hanging in the corner and used it to secure the two together.

"We can't just run out directly. The fire will ignite your clothes first, the heat will melt your eyes, then with each panicked breath, liters of air at hundreds of degrees will rush into your airway and then into your lungs. Think about it, Eve, it's like swallowing hot coals."

Lloyd described the gruesome death, then moved the assembled iron cart to the wall.

"So we need this thing, to skate out like on a skateboard, I remember the route we took, it's a straight line."

He pointed to the gloomy iron cabinet and waved his hand.

"Ladies first," he said.

Eve was bewildered.

"You want me to crawl into there with you?"

She began to pray that her family wouldn't find out about today. Being in the same room as a stranger... even if it's a morgue, would drive her dad insane, let alone something as big as this... iron cabinet.

"We need momentum to break out, or we'll end up halfway in the inferno, like two roast pigs, you get what I mean?"

Lloyd was more concerned about his own life than Eve had realized.

First, there was the explosion of the steam pipes, followed by the fire spreading through the morgue. It seemed no one was injured, but it worried Prece nevertheless. But amidst all this chaos, he was searching for Eve. Since a while ago, the newcomer had vanished, despite his initial enthusiasm for the case. Prece thought maybe this was the real Eve, and everything before was just an act. But then another thought crossed his mind... perhaps she was at the center of it all? Maybe in the morgue.

Poor kid! Prece panicked, but it was at that moment that the steel chariot burst out of the burning corridor, with Lloyd rushing out before it stopped, crashing the fiery chariot against the wall with Eve inside.

Thankfully, they were both dressed thickly. Lloyd just had some extra burns, but he didn't have time to recover. His gaze swept through the crowd, as if searching for something.

To cover up Wal's body, they set fire to the hospital. This was a place the Suhyran Hall took special care of, so obviously, they couldn't just set the fire and leave. They needed to make sure no one survived.

That person was in some corner, quietly waiting for the fire to die down.

What do you do now?

Lloyd slipped his hand into his pocket. His pocket had a gap, allowing him to reach under his clothes. To others, it looked like he was just putting his hands in his pockets, but in reality, his hand was already on the trigger.

Now that there were survivors of the fire, what do you do?

In Lloyd's gray-blue eyes, he scrutinized everyone, looking for any signs of deception. They hadn't been trained in acting; there would inevitably be cracks in their facade.

So, what would you do? Leave now or kill me?

No one would suspect a sailor's death to be related to a sudden hospital fire; the difference in value between the two scenarios was too vast.