In the dead of night, only the roaming wild dogs barked from time to time in the old streets, and in the sewers, a few rats scurried by, looking for scraps to burn.

Clouds obscured the moonlight, plunging the entire city into darkness.

Several figures sneaked up in front of Antoine's alchemy workshop, which had long ceased to work, and the leader raised his hand to signal the rest of the people to stop, and then said softly.

"Be clean, don't alarm the guy."

This man was none other than Sanderson, dressed in black, covering the lower half of his face, holding a bag of unknown objects in his hand, and walked to the door of Antoine's alchemy workshop.

He placed the package in his hand on the ground and lifted the black cloth on it, a gray-black stone with a long lead on it.

There is no doubt that this is explosives.

This high explosive is often used to excavate rocks and is very dangerous. Astor lost his brother and hearing in one ear due to an explosives accident during the experiment.

The four men who followed Sanderson had two explosives in their hands, and they arranged them around Antoine's alchemy workshop, which was enough to destroy the alchemy workshop, and Sanderson did not care about Antoine's life or death.

Once it was all set, Sanderson nodded in satisfaction, and he tugged on the lead, extending into the shadows beside him, then struck a match and lit the lead.

Zizizi——

The flames spread swiftly through the lead, and the sparks bloomed in the night, like a vicious serpent, towards the dilapidated house.

A huge explosion rang out, and the flames like the fire of the abyss instantly engulfed Antoine's alchemy workshop, and the shock wave caused the various potions to shatter, and after the fusion, it caused an even more violent explosion, and you could faintly hear the terrible wails and screams, and a foul smell of burning in the air - Sanderson seemed to have seen such a picture.

But nothing happened.

"Huh?"

Sanderson tilted his head, and he watched as the dazzling spark whizzed along the lead, only to come to an abrupt end just as it was about to detonate.

At this time, the night breeze dispelled the clouds, and the moonlight shone on the earth, and Sandersen saw why the fire was extinguished.

One foot on the lead, causing the spark to be extinguished, and up the boot was a woman in a light blue uniform, with wheat-colored skin that contrasted with her short light hair, and she wore leather gloves with an intricate magic circle drawn on the back of the gloves, which was standard for the Security Forces' Magical Crime Section.

"Sheriff?"

Sandersen's heart sank, and he secretly screamed badly.

How can there be a sheriff here, is it all exposed?

He didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly tried to escape, but the other party was faster.

The sheriff stepped out and came to the alley where Sanderson was hiding at breakneck speed, and several of his men tried to stop it, pulling a folding knife out of their pockets.

"Hmph, do you know what it means to pull out a weapon in front of the sheriff?"

The sheriff said coldly, clenching his fists, the circle on his gloves gleaming.

The spell applied on this circle is called the iron wall of Isaris, the second ring of magic, inscribed on the glove, which can be used three times a day for five minutes each time, and its effect is to attach an invisible force field to the arm, enough to bounce the sharpest blades, and is the standard weapon of the Magical Crime Division.

"Iron Fist Sanctions!"

Shira threw a punch, and the knife in the hand of the person in front of him was broken almost instantaneously by the huge impact, and the fist hit him in the chest, and in the silence of the night, a crisp fracture sounded, and the next moment, the shock wave that pretended to be substance spread from the place where the fist hit, and the man flew backwards, until he hit a wall, and then collapsed to the ground, no longer having the strength to resist.

In fact, Isaris's iron wall was only equivalent to a set of light armor, and the punch just now was completely caused by the sheriff's violence, but it was full of deterrence, and the remaining few men in black had never seen such a battle, and immediately turned around and ran.

But they were blocked by Sanderson at the other end of the alley, and the former hooligan looked at the other person blocking him in front of him, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sheila, I told not to be too violent, and I'll be the one who will write the report then."

It was Sheriff Leslie, a man with a scruffy beard, a pipe, and a flintlock musket in his hand, which made Sanderson dare not act rashly.

"No problem, boss, they have already pulled out their weapons against me just now, and according to the third additional rule of Article 125 of the Public Order Regulations, it is only natural for me to fight back."

Shera took three steps and made two steps, punched hard, and knocked another person down.

"Damn it!"

Sanderson gritted his teeth, and in desperation, he could only give it a go.

The dagger flipped in his hand, and Sanderson used his experience as a street gangster to turn towards Leslie in front of him, trying to evade the musket by constantly changing his movements.

He knew that the flintlock musket had only one bullet, and then it would take time to reload, and that by using this gap, Sanderson would be able to subdue the opponent and gain a chance of survival.

Bang –

When the gunshots rang out, Sanderson had an idea, grabbed one of the people next to him and used it as a shield, and with a muffled sound, the man lost his strength in agony, and Sanderson had already come to Sheriff Leslie.

"Die!"

Sanderson's dagger stabbed out, but unexpectedly, Sheriff Leslie was not in a hurry, and a second flintlock musket appeared in his left hand hidden behind him.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that."

Bang –

The bullet struck Sanderson in the shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and fall to one side, at which point Shera tackled the other as well, and she quickly subdued Sanderson and handcuffed him with cast-iron handcuffs.

"Boss, you're still such a bad taste."

Shira looked at Leslie's second flintlock musket and shook her head helplessly.

"It's unprepared."

Spinning the musket in his hand, Leslie tucked it into his holster, removed his pipe, and continued.

"The choice of ambush here really works, but I didn't expect Monsieur Antoine's prediction to be correct."

He looked at Sandersen, who had his mask torn off, and said coldly.

"You are Sanderson of the Piram Alchemy, I am now arresting you on charges of endangering public order and attempted murder, you can choose to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

Sanderson didn't speak, the pain distorting his expression, and more shock completely crushed the young man who had never seen the big world.

"Shela, go inform Mr. Antoine, I remember he said he was living at Crescent Academy these days."

Leslie's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Sanderson's mind was pounding, everything he had done tonight was in vain, it was all a trap designed to pull him into the abyss.

Buzz –

Sanderson had a ringing in his ears and fainted.