Through the crowd and with the help of the chaotic scenes, I easily avoided the eyes of the police and quietly disappeared into the night.

More and more police cars rushed to the scene of the incident, followed by a large number of reporters, the scene was cordoned, those reporters could not enter the periphery holding their cameras to take pictures, trying to get first-hand information, the flash kept flashing, and finally under the police stopped, they reluctantly put down the camera, and then went to interview the surrounding civilians to understand the situation at the time of the explosion.

I walked alone into the shadows, and like a ghost, I crept up on the man in black standing on the corner of the street in the distance, unaware of my presence, looking at the mess of restaurants and streets, as if he was beaming at his masterpiece.

If I were him, I would not stay here, but evacuate as soon as possible, and maybe in a few seconds, you would have stepped into the abyss of death, and you would have missed your life.

For example, if he didn't come back, he might have gotten into a car leaving Paris, or hugging a woman in an inconspicuous nightclub, no matter where he was, he would be 10,000 times better than his current situation.

"Don't you think the explosion is beautiful, like Christmas fireworks?" The sudden voice startled the man in black, and he turned his head suddenly, looking coldly at the darkness behind him.

"Who?" He shouted in a vigilant voice, his right hand quietly gripping the pistol pinned to his waist.

"Killing people is never easy, maybe you should know what it's like to be killed." I slowly stepped out of the shadows, my hands in my trouser pockets, and I appeared in front of him nonchalantly.

"Who the hell are you?" He took a step back slightly, trying to pretend to be calm, but in front of me, the murderous ancestor, he could never hide his timidity.

"I don't know if I should say that you shouldn't kill or that you shouldn't come back, but that's not my reason to kill you." I stood three meters away from him, looking at him calmly with a smile on my lips.

"Kill me? Are you a police officer? "I don't know how he could have associated me with the police, maybe I was too indifferent and ignored the murderous aura in me that was completely unequal to the police.

"I'm not a police officer, I just happened to be dining in there." I pointed to the restaurant that was beyond recognition.

"I have to say that you were lucky to have escaped, let's say, what do you want?" The man in black first looked at me in surprise, and then asked disapprerovingly.

"Kill you!" My answer was simple and straightforward.

"Revenge as a survivor?" He asked, suspiciously.

"No, that's not a reason to kill you." I simply shook my head without hesitation.

"Why is that?" He frowned and thought I was strange, but more because my powerful aura brought about the illusion that his life no longer belonged to him, and that he could take it whenever he wanted, and no one could keep calm under such strong pressure.

"Because my woman wants to kill you." That's why I took it personally, and if it weren't for Thea's nosy, I would have been on my way back to the hotel.

"What? Who are you woman? The more the man listened, the more confused he became, he couldn't figure out what I was talking about, and the look in his eyes became more and more strange.

"The dead don't need to know too much, what you have to think about now is how to deal with those unjust souls who have just been blown up by you on the Yellow Spring Road." I said lightly and looked down at my watch, it was almost time, and the police search team would find this place soon.

"Maybe you'll be the one who dies!" The man in black saw that I was about to make a move, and with a low roar, he suddenly lifted his trench coat, shook his hand and pulled out his pistol, and quickly pointed it at the center of my eyebrows.

The mutation was sudden, he just raised his arm and didn't wait to aim, but he was horrified to find that I had come to him at some point, the distance between us was less than a centimeter, almost the tip of the nose against the tip of the nose, so frightened that he almost screamed, too fast, not like a human, like a teleportation suddenly appeared, he stared at me with wide eyes and horror, as if he was looking at a terrifying monster.

"Poof." The sound of the blade entering the flesh came to his ears freshly, and he snorted, his eyes bulging outward, staring straight at me, his eyes were full of hatred, and his left hand grabbed my clothes, grabbing tens of thousands of yuan of suit out of a wrinkle.

The right hand holding the gun struggled to raise, his fingers trembled slightly, and he tried hard to pull the trigger, but unfortunately the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained, and his hand hung down weakly halfway up.

"May God be with you!" I lowered my head and whispered something in his ear, then turned sideways and slowly drew my saber under his side.

The wound was a triangular hole, and the specially shaped military thorns tore the muscles and large blood vessels, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, and at this rate of bloodletting, even if you can't stab yourself, you will die of excessive blood loss in a short time.

"Doctor, this knife is pretty good." I rubbed the tip of the bladed knife against the guy's clothes, and then flicked the blade down with a slight knife sound.

In just a few seconds, a large pool of blood had been left on the ground, and the guy was not dead yet, lying on the ground twitching twice from time to time, his eyes widened, and the color of life gradually disappeared, but he still retained the last fear.

"No wonder the three-edged army thorn is also called the "bloodletting king", this bloodletting speed does have the capital to make the enemy fearful. I looked at the growing blood on the ground, muttered to myself, and then turned and disappeared into the deep night.

Before I had gone far, I heard a dog barking behind me, the police search team had found this place, and the police dog would follow the smell of blood to bring the police to the location of the body, and they would soon determine the identity of the deceased, as a gift from me, a soldier of the Foreign Legion, to the police.

When I returned to the scene, the goddess was no longer there, and the police were asking the citizens at the scene of the incident, and the goddess estimated that the police were too troublesome, so she flashed one step ahead, and the three beautiful models left with her.

I stood on the side of the road in the distance, called the goddess, and when I got through, I asked a little angrily, "Where are you?" ”

"I'm at the hotel, come back quickly, I have a surprise for you." The goddess didn't ask what the outcome was, and when she received my call, it meant that the enemy was dead, this was absolute trust, from the moment I decided to make a move, it was doomed, maybe others didn't think so, but Thea trusted me more than herself.

"Surprise? What are you doing? Hearing her voice, the anger that had been a little reproachful for her leaving alone dissipated in an instant.

"You'll know when you come back, you are guaranteed to be satisfied!" She sold a pass, and said mysteriously.

"Wait!" After hanging up the phone, I turned my head to look around the corner, which was already surrounded by the police, and maybe the corpse could give them some comfort.

(End of chapter)