The cool breeze of the night ruffled Matt's hair, and he stopped rushing forward.

Staring at the smiling Higg and the embarrassed black fox in front of him, Matt was silent.

Higg shook the mace in his hand, showed a fatherly smile, and grinned, "Grandson, what's wrong?" Not happy to see grandpa? ”

Matt glanced at his half-broken, bloody right hand, and no one knew how big his psychological shadow area was at the moment.

There was also a hideous blood mark on his left arm, and in pain, Matt pulled out the only dagger he had.

As for the Force firearm, when he was attacked by Bessie, he fell behind him, and as a third-order [Light Gunner], he was at the end of his rope.

Da-da-da-da

To add insult to injury, Bessie stood behind Matt to the sound of leather boots stepping on the bluestone bricks.

Glancing back at the undried blood on her black leather coat, Matt knew that Scarface Pell was probably more than lucky.

Bessie held a blood-stained sharp scimitar, her long legs pressed together, and her brown pupils looked at Matt.

She raised a Force firearm in her hand and said in a crisp voice, "Do you need me to give it back to you?"

Don't be embarrassed to speak, if a man doesn't have a gun, he can't stab someone, and he can't get to the stomach in one step. ”

Matt's face was ugly, and he clutched the short dagger in his hand, but it didn't give him much security.

His pupils rolled, looking left and right, hoping for a glimmer of life, but the front and rear were blocked by the enemy.

On the left was an empty wasteland, without any cover, and he was seriously wounded, and he could not escape far from the physical exertion.

On the right, he can retreat into the town in a roundabout way, perhaps with a glimmer of life, just as he prepares to wait for an opportunity.

Bill, carrying a double-edged axe, came from the right, and an owl with dark brown feathers perched on his shoulder.

The owl's eyes are very special, with dark golden pupils that emit a faint light.

The Golden-Pupiled Owl, a relatively rare exotic beast, is one of the most common combinations of the [Beast Tamer] class.

"I see." Matt said in a hoarse voice and in a very bitter tone.

He finally understood why the enemy always found his position accurately tonight and intercepted him.

At first, he thought that Betsy was secretly following him, but after Pell stopped her, he was still blocked by Bill.

Matt is familiar with the terrain, and he doesn't walk in a straight line when he escapes, but Bill is a step ahead of them and has been prepared.

Of Bill's group of men, Bessie was the best, reaching the expert level, followed by Leo and Jackson.

Leo is a second-order pinnacle [Wind Gunner], and his strength is one line stronger than Garcia, while Jackson is a [Beast Tamer] class.

"Wow!"

A dog barked from the alley, and Jackson walked up behind Higg with a black-haired hound.

"Count you ruthless!" Matt's throat moved, and he said in a trembling voice.

He was still regretting that if he had hidden in the town's buildings, he might have escaped.

But as soon as this hunting dog, which had obviously been trained by animal trainers, appeared, he realized that the other party did not intend to give him any way to live.

The black hound stared at Matt fiercely, unlike the golden-eyed owl, it was just a half-alien beast that was cultivated, but it was still easy to lock on to a person's scent.

Jackson had his hands in his pockets, and as a second-order pinnacle [Palm Sound Beast Tamer], he could manipulate two alien beasts at the same time.

He looked at Matt, shook his head slightly, and said, "Since you are the enemy, don't give the enemy even a glimmer of life."

Our boss already thinks very highly of you, let us make a whole set of plans, but you are too conceited to get into this situation. ”

Matt's face was pale, and his gaze subconsciously swept to the clearing on the left, and then, he saw a group of people walking slowly.

Leo was wearing sunglasses, Garcia was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the two raised their Force guns, followed by 10 people and twelve Force guns, aimed at him together.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, this way doesn't work." Leo lifted his sunglasses and said seriously.

In all directions, there is a dead end, even if Matt can fly away, in the face of this situation, he may not be able to escape.

The seriously injured Matt finally broke down a little, his left arm holding the dagger trembled slightly, he stared at the black fox and shouted resentfully, "You want to kill me too?!" ”

What he hated most at the moment was this fat man, a traitor, who was always more hateful than the enemy.

The black fox twitched his cheeks and spread his hands helplessly: "Brother Matt, I am also forced to do so." ”

What could he do, in order to survive, at the behest of Higg, he had just killed a lot of Matt's men.

"Alright, don't talk nonsense, do it!" Higg was already impatient, and the mace in his hand shone with a blinding red light.

"Wait, I'm throwing in the towel, we can talk! I can spend my life, even for you! Matt shouted, trying to get a chance at the chance.

"No need, I prefer to cut you into meat sauce with a knife, hahaha!"

Betsy licked her red lips and said with a smile, her eyes full of cruelty, and the scimitar in her hand was full of cold light, and the murderous intent suddenly rose.

Beside him, a wave of heat hits, Bill raises a double-edged scarlet axe, and Garcia pulls the trigger.

With nowhere to run, no way to negotiate, and in the shadow of death, Matt's hair stood on end, and his eyes showed madness.

He shouted hysterically, "Duke Norton will not let you go, you will regret it!" You're all going to die!! You ......"

Roar

Higg roared angrily, his whole body was surrounded by raging red flames, grabbed the hideous mace, and jumped up with a thunderous momentum.

Boom!

There was a dull thud, blood splattered, and Matt flew upside down like a scarecrow.

"Ahem!"

His chest was dripping with blood, and he fell to the grass with a thud, and Matt, who had broken a few ribs, had just struggled to get up, and was greeted by a long black sword.

Poof, the sword flashed, Matt's entire left arm was broken at the shoulder, and the black fox put away his long sword with a little guilt and flashed to the side.

Bang bang bang!

Then, a barrage of armor-piercing bullets shot mercilessly into Matt's chest, and the drug lord, who was only half an arm, staggered back.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were black, his body was crumbling, and his instinct for survival made him hurriedly shout, "No, wait......"

Swish!

Bill swept through with an axe, breaking both of Matt's legs and carrying his body into the air with the force of the impact, and his consciousness began to blur.

The feeling of weightlessness gave him a sense of comfort, and as he lay dying, he saw the slender woman.

'Curved Blade - Shaping the Moon'

The arms that danced like phantoms brought up brilliant sword light, densely overlapping each other.

"That's too fast, isn't it?"

Matt finally muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and after a moment of pain, his consciousness sank into darkness.

A generation of drug lords, walking very peacefully.