The curtains were pulled down, revealing the setting sun. The sky was as warm as blood and as cold as ice, just like a dripping wound.
"Kill him!" Floyd's furious scream came, and the strong man's hand moved toward the gun belt on his waist...
"puff--"
With the crisp sound of glass breaking, a white feather arrow sank into the strong man's surprised pupils. The huge kinetic energy carried the sharp arrow cluster through the back of his head, spraying out a small and bright red mist.
I saw the palm of the strong man's gun drawn down weakly, and fell straight to the ground.
A strong black cloak blocked the boundless skylight. Under the robe was a metal mask in the shape of a ferocious vicious dog. Almost at the moment Yu Ya shattered the glass, the black figure turned over from the window with scattered glass shards.
In an instant, cross lines of fire spread throughout the house.
The man in black wearing a hound mask dodged to the right, dodged the incoming bullets, shot and knocked down the two gunmen in the corner, and also kicked Ed's chair to the side corner. .
Well...I can't ask for too much in this case.
Ed rolled his eyes as he lay on his side on the floor, praying that no one would notice him.
"Snapped--"
There was another sound of glass breaking, and another curtain was suddenly opened. The hanging figure fired six shots in a row. A round of coordination almost wiped out all the resistance on the opponent's field.
Suddenly... a short, strong hand grabbed Ed who was tied to the chair and couldn't move. He grabbed his hair and dragged him up with the chair. The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin, and he aimed at Drag to the corner.
"Don't move!" A sharp, high-pitched voice sounded.
It turns out to be the short guy from before. From the beginning, he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and now he took advantage of the chaos and kidnapped Ed.
Although he is now an Extraordinary, the experiences of these two days have taught Ed that Extraordinaries are not bulletproof.
It's over, I didn't expect to stumble here...
Suddenly, he felt his eyes go dark, and the light of the world became dim and silent, like a black and white film.
All I saw was a small, glowing silk thread wrapped around the trigger. This thread was like a substance condensed by light, greedily absorbing the light around it, so that Ed felt that his eyesight had become dark.
Another thin and slender figure is struggling to climb outside the window, wearing a metal beak mask on his face like the "Hanged Man". The ring on his hand pulls the strands of light woven together, making the trigger no longer possible. Pull the trigger even a tiny bit.
The short man was also stunned by this sudden sight, and Ed took this opportunity to jerk his head to the left.
As the shooting range cleared, a hot gun hole appeared on the short man's forehead, and he hung down against the wall.
The light gradually returned to normal. As the room was completely cleared, four agents entered the room one after another, each wearing a black robe, cape, and metal mask.
Judging from the body shape, the first person to burst in from the window wearing a hound mask is most likely Miss Quinn; Ed, the "Hanged Man" outside the window, cannot be seen for the time being; the thin agent wearing a ring on his hand It should be a woman; the last person is carrying a leather quiver, and his body is lean and powerful. It is obvious that he shot the arrow.
In Ed's opinion, Mr. Freud has been very cautious, even a little too cautious, it must be said.
They changed at least four carriages along the way, and released other carriages along the way as a distraction, and walked for 6 hours until they reached the villa in the suburbs.
But even though Ed is blindfolded, he still has a third eye - a one-eyed spider.
According to the plan, he controlled the one-eyed spider to cling to the bottom of the carriage, leaving various marks along the way to indicate his true route to the Bureau of Investigation. This was how the surprise attack just happened.
The Hanged Man climbed through the window, walked straight towards Ed, and untied the rope that bound him.
"Are you okay, Ed? Do I need to take you out first?"
He squatted down and heard a familiar voice. It turned out that the "Hanged Man" was Mr. Eaton.
"I'm fine, I couldn't be better..."
After realizing that he was finally safe, Ed lay exhausted on the ground and said with a forced smile.
Mr. Eaton patted Ed on the shoulder approvingly, stood up, turned around and pointed the gun at Floyd.
Mr. Freud huddled on the sofa indifferently like an audience, holding his burning cigar and admiring all this, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Aren't you going to say something? Floyd." Under the metal mask, Eaton said with a chill.
"Me? Haha... I surrender. Why get angry, Eaton. You have been in the city for so many years, and you still don't understand me? I'm just a little guy, playing matchmaker for others and earning money for a cup of tea."
His face was full of wrinkles due to his exaggerated and flattering smile, and his fingers covered with gemstones and gold rings still held a cigar:
"Even if you arrest me, the big shots above are just trying to fish me out again. Besides, I guess this kid has no evidence at all."
"If I shoot you, can the 'Big Shot' fish you out of the underworld?"
Eaton put the muzzle of the gun against Floyd's head, and the muzzle dug into the fat skin.
"Kill me with one shot? That's impossible. You never kill innocent people, right Eaton?"
"So you're innocent, Floyd? You killed someone from the Bureau of Investigation."
"Me? I... that was a misunderstanding. I originally meant to kidnap that kid to see me, but those losers under me misunderstood my intention and killed people randomly..."
Freud still had an apologetic tone, pretending to be sorry:
"Alas, there is no resurrection after death, Eaton. The Royal Society's darling is gone. Even if you kill me, can you still expect to get their help?"
Eaton's hand was still on the trigger, neither pulling it nor letting go.
Floyd continued to chatter: "Think about it... you know the rules of the game. The Snitch Party is in the spotlight for a while, but everyone knows whose territory Silvermist City belongs to. If I die, will it be easier for you? ?"
game rules.
Hearing this, Ed's eyes turned cold, and his left hand quietly reached for the pistol next to the short man's body...
Perhaps Freud could play some political games in the face of divine manipulation, but he was neither a chess player nor a pawn. For him, killing people to pay for their lives, paying debts to pay their debts, that's all.
Dear Mr. Floyd, you still owe me a blood debt that you have yet to repay.
"Maybe you're right, Floyd." Eaton put down the gun and slowly raised his left palm:
Ed thought in his mind that he might only have one chance to take action, at most once... and then he might be shot into pieces by the masked agents around him.
"...I never kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Freud was stunned for a moment and wanted to speak. Suddenly, he twitched as if he was electrocuted, and his eyes bulged out, like a dead fish.
Ed's finger was still hovering over the trigger, and he was also stunned.
I saw a butterfly-wing folding knife passing through the back of his neck. The steel blade tip with shining feather patterns penetrated from the front of his fat throat. Blood flowed along the blade into the trachea...
The air was eerily quiet for a moment, and the wind passed through the branches sprouting out of the window, making a silent rustling sound.
Floyd clutched his throat in pain and fell from the sofa to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The cigar rolled down into the blood and was extinguished with a hiss...
