Princess of the insurgents 38 Birth of the blond devil

The leader quickly reflects on the words of the distraught man, but comes to only one logical conclusion. His gang is the target of a secret organisation and it is under the threat of these extremely dangerous people that they will now have to live.

However, who would have an interest in eliminating them? To avoid this kind of problem, he has always made sure to murder, torture or kidnap people from the lowest social classes. The more he thinks about it, the more he finds that becoming the target of a secret organisation doesn't make sense.

His gaze falls on the three men too drunk to keep their eyes wide open. He thinks of asking them some more questions, but apart from him and two city-dwellers, his gang is almost exclusively made up of workers from the deep countryside.

His men are strong and brave, he assumes that they have also, certainly already heard of the Hanumans as their abilities, but akin to has just happened, would they be able to identify one of their attacks if they were exposed to the threat of one of them.

Probably not and knowing that at this hour these drunks have difficulty differentiating their feet from their hands, the little man, does not ask more questions about the probable death of the 2 guards.

"Contact everyone and get ready to fight for your lives. We're leaving this town. If I'm not mistaken, we're facing an extremely powerful Poltergeist. Give up all your possessions and I don't want to see anyone left alone. No more time to lose, we're leaving immediately."

The 20 or so men in the café seize their guns or rifles. The metal chairs are thrown aside and in a deafening din, they all get up simultaneously. When all these men, now ready to leave the cafe, are about to head for the door, the quiet entrance of an unknown girl disrupts their preparations.

All eyes linger on this tall blonde teenager with long legs whose perfect face inspires the members of the group.

A second ago, these men were feeling a little anxious, but at this moment, all they think about is relieving their crotches became extremely hards.

In their opinion, getting out of this place is very secondary. Fighting and fleeing is no longer the priority of the moment and despite the worried look of their leader, these men, start to make various obscene gestures, laugh and turn around towards their table with the intention of having another drink to celebrate the feast to come.

Contrary to his men who put their hands on their genitals or lick their lips in a very vulgar way, the little moustached leader is not particularly excited when he sees the beautiful girl's quiet entrance.

Like everyone here, he appreciates women. This is especially true when they are as beautiful as the tall blonde who watches her men like the preys she has come to hunt and in other circumstances he would have made this girl his favourite, but tonight is no ordinary night.

How could the appearance in this bar of such a beauty just seconds after the murder of his two men, in the heart of this city reputed to be run by a brutal gang, be a coincidence. The little moustached man hopes to be mistaken, yet he is convinced: The girl who looks at them with such hatred is not for nothing in the events that have just taken place.

The little man knows that at the present time his men no longer have an ounce of rationality. That only their baser instincts have taken control of them. Trying to bring them back to their senses to warn them that what they are facing is the danger they must flee from will only provoke a general fit of hilarity.

However, if, as he thinks, this teenage girl is indeed one of these monsters of high-ranking Poltergeists, the best thing would be to find out what she blames them for and, if possible, attempt to resolve the problem peacefully.
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"Good evening, Miss, may I ask what brings you to our little town?"

All the men in this bar are filthy pigs with no trace of education. Their current thoughts are full of perverse and violent things that disgust Jane.

Her mind, assaulted by deep voices detailing various atrocities, she fails to see these beings as any different from rutting wild animals. Unfortunately, she also knows that however perverse and brutal each of these wild animals may be, none of them were involved in the abduction of Sally and the others.

She is certain of this, because in addition to not perceiving any sign of this aggression from this evil beasts, her brain waves, which constantly scan the surrounding area, have not been able to locate any trace of her comrades.

Still, Jane considers it highly likely that the gangs are communicating with each other, and this little man who seems to be the leader of this pack of animals might know who is holding Sally prisoner.

1, 2, 3, Jane counts a total of 23 animals in the room whose sweaty smell disgusts her almost as much as the men who spread it. Regardless of that smell, she takes it upon herself for patiently detail the thoughts of each one, and among this pack, only one of them holds her attention.

Without waiting, she advances towards the smallest and it is under the perverse words of the other men without interests, that she sits at the table of the puny man who is incontestably, the King of the pack.

"A camp was attacked between Marked Tree and Alto, Arkansas. Those who did this killed many people and kidnaped even more. I'm guessing it must be a gang like yours, therefore, I want to know. Do you have any information about this attack?"

Even before the little moustache man has time to open his mouth, Jane already knows the answer. Her disappointment is not small when she realizes that this gang has no connection with the killers she is looking for. Feeling totally useless, Jane barely listens to the little man who does his best to make this interview pleasant and courteous.

Chapter end