Slumdog billionaire husband novel (Gerald Kenneth)
Chapter 588

Chapter 588 Suffering Great Losses

Gerald had a headache.

He slowly let out a breath, looked at those people, and said, "Everyone, there will be a formal press conference in the future. I may have to continue fighting now."

He wanted to leave, but he was surrounded by a large group of reporters, and he could hardly push his way out.

The Vital Energy in his body recovered, but he couldn't bear to use it.

"Everyone, please move aside and let me leave, okay?" Gerald asked with a frown.

However, the reporters continued to ask questions,

Gerald was anxious and helpless. He thought, these reporters always wanted to get first-hand information, and to get first-hand information, they would not think too much.

Gerald said helplessly, "Everyone, I need to fight now. The more Elite Ghosts I kill, the more people will be saved. I said that I will tell you the specific things in the press conference. When the time comes, I will tell you everything I know. For other ordinary people and your colleagues, please let

me leave!"

It was useless and Gerald's words were submerged among the sounds of questions.

Gerald smiled bitterly and then the Vital Energy that he had recovered exploded. He jumped up from the ground and landed in the distance. Then he quickly escaped.

He glanced at the map and began to move in the direction of Catherine's home.

On the other hand, Triston, who was sitting on the ground, was also surrounded by a large group of

reporters.

Washington, as one of the most luxurious cities in the country, had a large number of reporters

there.

After the Red Elite Ghosts were killed, this area became a relatively safe place. Triston sat there to rest and was saw by a reporter. Then more and more reporters came.

However, unlike Gerald, Triston seemed to enjoy such a state.

He said everything he knew.

"Yes, we are called Watchmen. We protect this world. My name is Triston Beck, and I am

Watchman No. O of American Night Watch. We have been fighting with the Elite Ghosts and protecting you silently. We are on the edge of life and death, but we have never been afraid and regretful. With great power comes great responsibility."

"Mr. Beck, you said that you are from American Night Watch. Are there any other Night Watch?"

"Yes. But the American Night Watch is the most powerful one. Blaine Villanueva is called the Invincible, and he is the boss of Night Watch. In addition, I am Watchman No. 0. This time, the Elite Ghosts came too suddenly, otherwise, it would not be like this. Of course, we will do our best to

protect you."

"Watchman No. 0? What does it mean?"

Triston touched his chin and said with a little pride, "How can I describe it to you? Watchmen are ranked according to their strength. Watchman No. O, you can understand that I am the strongest man among the American Night Watch."

"Since you are so strong, why are you sitting here and not fighting? I see that many of your colleagues have gone to fight."

Triston revealed a trace of embarrassment on his face. He cleared his throat and said, "I just killed a powerful ghost. I have consumed a lot of energy. Now I am sitting here to recover. Of course, after I recover, I will continue to fight for every being who is breathing. We shall never give up. If these Elite Ghosts want to deal with you, they must cross over my body."

"Then there are a lot of people who died this time and the number had not been computed. What do you think? And the Elite Ghosts you mentioned are all over the country. Can you really kill them all? Are you responsible for the dead people?"

Triston frowned when he heard this. "Why should we be responsible for the dead people? We fought for you, and now you want us to take responsibility. Are you fucking crazy?"

The interview was live. Triston's figure and everything about Night Watch were played on various live platforms and some TV stations.

Some people were angry when they heard these strange names. They felt that Night Watch was hiding everything. If Night Watch had informed the existence of Elite Ghosts earlier, then they would have avoided the Elite Ghosts in advance and many people would not have died.

Some people were moved and thought that Watchmen had silently endured a lot for the sake of this world. In this desperate situation, they were fighting.

Some people silently remembered Triston's appearance and the appearance of Watchman with

two sabers on his back.

They remembered the Elite Ghosts and everything.

In the headquarters of Night Watch, Zackary was constantly recording the situation in various

places.

Blaine sat there, constantly wiping his Crimson Slayer.

"How is it?" Occasionally, he looked up to ask about the situation.

"Two Gold Elite Ghosts died in Washington. The second one was killed by Gerald. According to Derick's speculation, the first one should have been killed by Dr. T. I don't know what he is thinking," Zackary said.

"Anyway, he helped us in the end. What about the other places?" Blaine said.

"The other places... The situation in Washington will be under control tonight. Outside Washington, there are four Red Elite Ghosts. One is in Atlanta and has been killed now. The other Red Elite Ghost is in Philadelphia, killed by a priest. Myst Division was dispatched to the north, where a Red Elite Ghost was and it caused great losses there. Night Watch had suffered great losses. The battle was still going on and the losses couldn't be computed. In the world, Europe had a Gold Elite Ghost and three Red Elite Ghosts. A pope from Europe had been sent out but was killed by the Gold Elite Ghost. Many cities in Europe had already given up and retreated. European Night Watch had suffered quite a heavy loss...

"There is a Gold Elite Ghost and four Red Elite Ghosts on Asia's side. Charles had already brought his ace troop there. Their goal was to stall the Elite Ghosts. With them here, the situation in Asia should be controlled. In our country, when the situation in Washington is under control, we can quickly rush to other places. In addition, there are hidden forces in various places. It should be enough to deal with the Elite Ghosts."

Zackary murmured. Most of the things he talked about were extremely tragic.

In the end, he slowly let out a breath and said, "Even if we defeat the Elite Ghosts this time, the number of ordinary people who died is probably more than ten million. It is hard to say how many Watchmen are left. This is under the condition that Gerald can withstand all the Gold Elite Ghosts.

If he can't handle them..."

Blaine sighed. He looked out of the window and looked at the sky. He muttered, "I only hope... After this time, we can buy them enough time. It is good for ordinary people to know the existence of Watchmen and the Elite Ghosts. At that time, we can recruit Watchmen from them."

Zackary nodded and said, "The most important thing is the Purple Elite Ghost. He is heading north.

yet. At the same time, there are about one-fifth of the flying devices in the sky have not landed Wesley has sent a message that he detected four Gold Elite Ghosts in the sky but not the Purple

Elite Ghost.

"Now... We are just waiting for the people from Team 11762 to kill those Gold Elite Ghosts. It's just that... I wonder if Gerald will be able to withstand it. If something happens to Gerald, we will most likely be defeated in this battle. We might have to give up some places and some people," Zackary

said with a bitter smile.

The way Gerald dealt with the Gold Elite Ghosts was too risky. If one of them avoided Gerald's attack, then... Gerald would have no chance at all.

"What about Zavier?" Blaine asked.

"I have already asked where the bones are and sent someone to get them. If everything goes well,

we can get them tonight. Then, I will pick out the Dragon Bones and send them all to Gerald," Zackary said calmly.

Blaine nodded and said, "You did a good job."

Then, he turned around and carried the Crimson Slayer on his back. He smiled and said, "If I die, replace my body and scatter my ashes on the grassland."

Zackary lowered his head and smiled, "Alright.”

Blaine took a step forward and disappeared from the office. He appeared outside the

headquarters and took another step forward. Every step he took was more than a thousand feet away. Just like that, he headed to the Arctic.