Why was it discovered?

The moment the battle consciousness of the obedient body rushed out, this question still lingered in the mind of Mai Jiude.

Although it is not ranked low in the A-level speech spirit sequence, it is not a speech spirit with frontal lethality, and the ability to hide its body is only a shadow to deceive vision. But how can someone who can work under that person have a weak hand?

The ninja training she began since she was a child has given her amazing control over her body, she can lower her pulse to between 25~35 in more than ten seconds, and her body temperature is completely consistent with the environment, and even infrared night vision devices can't see her storage. Coupled with her boneless tenacity, she can go down or hide in many very narrow crevices, making her the perfect assassin.

Today, however, she is faced with the embarrassing situation of being seen through at a glance, and although it will not pose any threat to her, it is also a great question for her.

Her mind lingered on the subject for a moment, and Mai immediately threw herself into the battle, but when she jumped out of the alley, she found that only a purple corner of her clothes passed in front of her eyes.

Not good! Could it be that guy ran away?

The thought that hundreds of half-breeds with guns and army-trained bloodraces might rush out and brutally encircle and intercept their group of 12 people, and Mai Jiude had another headache. There have been many dangerous missions over the years, but this one has been the most constrained.

"Click......"

Dense gunshots suddenly rang out behind her, and the huge sense of crisis made Jiude Mai feel her scalp tingle in an instant, and subconsciously rolled sideways for a distance, and sure enough, several craters appeared on the ground after the moment she dodged.

"It's not good to be so wolf, don't you say? Miss Wine? ”

Turning around, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils - not only because the weird guy from before was stepping on the fallen bodies of the 11 people at the moment, waving two guns as if showing off his might, but also because of the last name of his words.

The identity was revealed.

The light of the classical Western-style building is sparsely sprinkled, and the backlit standing posture highlights the pale evil of his face, and the purple suit gradually darkens towards the edge of the silhouette, as if a layer of invisible malice is shrouded around him.

"Who are you? Why do I know my identity? ”

After being silent for a while, Mai took off her mask, and her long black hair flew in the air, which further accentuated her charm. By now, she could already conclude that the person in front of her was definitely not as simple as a student - seeing through the dark light at a glance, revealing her identity without even saying a word and completely concealing her true face.

If you can do this, you are either terrifyingly strong, or you know her well.

If Ange had done it, then she would have only felt awe; But the fact that this little-known weird guy in front of him did it, and he was still a student, is enough to show that his identity is definitely not as simple as it seems.

"It's rude. In Lower Mercer, as for why I know the identity of Miss Jiude, I can only say that I know Miss Jiude very well. ”

Pretending to be a ghost has always been the strength of the traverser, and after many practices, Mercer has raised this skill to a new level, only half of the words, unpredictable and weird, words and deeds seem to be predictable, and the strength is strong, as long as you do this, you will be forced to brush and brush up.

However, Mai didn't eat this at all, and with a cold snort, Mercer found that she had lost her trace in front of him.

"It's dangerous to run around, Miss Wine," Mercer sparked impulse perception the moment the change happened. No matter how strong the shadow is, after all, it is not to create a different space, and it is impossible for a huge living person to disappear out of thin air, so under his pulse perception, it is no different from usual.

"Especially, when you still have a gun in your hand."

As he spoke, Jiude Mai had already approached him within three meters, holding a small knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and the attack was incomparable. Mercer also knew that there was no chance of winning in a hard fight - he was also proficient in a little KGB martial arts, plus some strange tricks of the clown, where could he compare to the level of skills that others had practiced hard for more than ten years and were still instructed by the master?

So he chose fire suppression and distance.

The assault rifle swept wildly, and in three to four seconds he had used up a full 30 rounds of ammunition in a magazine, and Mai quickly picked up a member of the team who had been 'lying down' as a human shield, and the ricochet caused by the environment in the narrow alley also caused her a lot of trouble.

Mercer took advantage of this opportunity to almost retreat from the alley, but immediately after that, Mai immediately threw the human sandbag in his direction, and quickly stepped forward to continue the attack.

A knife swinged, he couldn't dodge and could only watch the barrel being cut off in half, and the disadvantage was difficult to recover once it began, after a knife was a series of blows, buckle the wrist, twist the arm, press the shoulder, hit the joint, lock the throat, Jiude Mai cleanly completed the hijacking with excellent skills, and pressed most of his people against the wall and couldn't move.

"Now, you should be able to tell the truth."

A few seemingly delicate fingers rested on Mercer's throat, but he knew very well that if there was any change, he was afraid that Mai wouldn't mind getting to know a guy who was pretending to be a ghost.

"Don't get excited, Miss Jiude, what do you say?" Mercer pretended to clear his throat, as if he was about to deliver some heavy inaugural address, "Ieve ... sn’… Stranger (I'm sure the reasons for not killing you make you even more ・・・・・・ weird.) ）”

The ominous premonition came again with the words of this sentence, and she no longer hesitated, and her fingers suddenly twisted the soft trachea - but unfortunately the hateful smile still flashed in front of her eyes.

A strong force came, a sharp pain in her abdomen that made her eyes black—the punch hit the ganglion with precision, as is the case with a well-trained soldier, and the other party would be so painful after a blow that she couldn't even scream - and the sheer force even lifted her body, and the hard texture from behind her brought a violent shock.

"What the clown believes in most is weirdness."

When she opened her eyes again, she found that her forehead had been pressed against the barrel of a jet-black gun, and the smile of the guy named Mercer was so close.

(Happy New Year to all!)

In addition, because I'm going to a relative's house in other places for the New Year these days, I'm going to update everything ~ forgive me~

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