"Don't move, put your hands up and put them on the wall!"

“”

Charles suddenly felt a toothache and a headache, and he played a few parkour games for a while, and he encountered such an unlucky situation.

At the end of the dark side street, there were three people lying on the ground, two of them seemed to be dead, and the remaining one was also out of breath and less in breath, which was an exciting murder scene at a glance.

On the victorious side were four big men wearing hooded capes and masked faces, and Charles looked at their outfits and then at his own appearance, which was toothache and funny.

Four people dressed like him quickly surrounded him, and one of them had a large pistol in his hand, and the faint aura of spiritual power in the pistol made Charles understand that these people were not petty thieves.

Charles blinked, opened the spiritual power vision, and now even his cheeks began to hurt.

Three of the four people are ninth-rank "knights", and the other is the eighth-rank "captain", and the guy on the ground dressed in a tuxedo has scattered spiritual power and can't see clearly, but it shouldn't be lower than the eighth rank.

They are not ordinary people, they must have heard their footsteps in advance, deliberately hiding their breath, and Charles, who was not cautious in perception, did not hear any movement here just now, so they set their way and entered the trap.

"I was just passing by to hit soy sauce"

"We're MIA people, put your hands up, turn around and put them on the wall, don't move!"

Charles slowly raised his hands, thinking quickly about how to get out. Reveal your true identity? That obviously won't work, tomorrow Nasser will be full of rumors that the Count of Bayonne is a masked thief.

"Why are you so unlucky?"

The Military Intelligence Bureau is a special agency directly under the Florence Military Department, and it is supposed to be a system with Charles' dead ghost father, but now Charles would rather they be patrols of the Sheriff than encounter these difficult guys.

Charles suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

He simply turned his hands against the wall, made up his mind to listen to them for the time being, and waited for an opportunity to escape when he got out of this small street, as long as he was not surrounded by people, he still had a great chance of escaping.

"Let's go!"

Just as Charles put his hands on the wall, ready to "give in", the half-dead guy on the ground suddenly shouted softly, and his hoarse voice was weak.

An alarm suddenly rose in Charles's heart, and the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air sounded behind him.

Charles quickly moved two positions, and a dagger pierced himself in the position he had just placed, looking at the depth of its piercing in the wall, Charles had no doubt about the other party's ruthlessness to put him to death.

"MLGB, their accent is not Flensian" Charles understood why he felt something was wrong just now, why did the CIA people speak with a northern accent?

Charles's seemingly clumsy and strong body became strangely nimble, and he grabbed the arm holding the dagger, and the force of his shoulder lifted him up at once.

"Be careful"

"He's not a soy sauce guy"

In the screams of several people, the man who attacked the Charles was directly used as a weapon, and he smashed the other cloaked man with a steady and fierce slam, and the "cluck" sound of bones colliding and breaking was clear in his ears.

"Buzz"

There was a slight buzzing sound, and the man with the spiritual power pistol fired without hesitation, but he couldn't imagine that at such a close distance, he would miss it.

He hit his own people.

Charles put aside the human body in his hand, and the hunter talent in his body exploded, and he rushed to the body of the "captain" in an instant, and the talent and spiritual power in his body switched again, and the warrior attribute possessed the body, and the body of two hundred catties weighed like a mountain and collided with the opponent.

"Bang!"

There was a dull loud thud, and the "captain" was knocked out like a broken sack.

Charles was also numb, but he had the advantage in weight to avoid being knocked down.

The "captain" endured the severe pain and turned over and stood up, decisively turned around and ran towards the exit of the side street, ignoring a few comrades on the ground.

"Buzz!"

There was another slight humming sound, and a streamer of light streaked across the night sky and hit the leg of the fleeing "captain".

"Bang!"

Blood splattered, tendons were broken and fractured, and half of the man's lower leg fell straight off.

Charles looked back and saw the half-dead tuxedo lying on the ground, holding a small and delicate spiritual power pistol in his hand, still in a shooting position.

Noticing Charles' wary gaze, he suddenly smiled at him, his blood-stained face revealing white teeth.

"Hey, can you help me catch that guy?"

“”

Charles picked up the pistol that the "captain" had dropped on the ground, and slowly began to retreat, keeping his eyes on the tuxedo on the ground, and the pistol in his hand remained ready to be thrown.

"Don't be nervous, we're from the MIA, and those people are Engru spies!" The slightly hoarse but magnetic voice had a faint majesty, but Charles noticed something unusual.

Charles's gaze swept back and forth over the tuxedo several times, his hair covered by a high top hat, and his cheeks were stained red with blood, but there were certain features on his body that could not be hidden, bulging where they should be, and warping where they should be.

Charles seemed to understand something, and his heart became more and more vigilant.

A piece of paper was thrown over, but Charles didn't take it at all, just tilted her head, and motioned for her to catch the "spy" who was doing "one-legged jumping".

Charles has been turning on the vision of spiritual power, and the tuxedo on the ground just now is indeed half-dead, but now a small spiritual power is condensed in her body and is slowly running, and the color is also the yellow-brown of the warrior system, but there is a little purple in it, which is a color that Charles has never seen.

Although the volume of this spiritual power was very small, Charles had a strange feeling that the power contained in this spiritual power actually exceeded that of General Cardo and Kelvin Leslie, two middle-level transcendentals.

"This is a dangerous woman! don't provoke her!" said Charles, judging cautiously.

Tuxedo saw Charles' vigilant eyes, first stunned, then forced the pain to reach out and feel a bullet from his waist, and then looked at Charles, as if asking, "Is it okay?"

It was only then that Charles realized that her eyes were a rare pink.

Charles nodded, avoiding the range of her pistol, he had seen how powerful that shot was just now, and if she were to kill herself with such a close distance, it would be difficult to dodge at such a close distance.

"Buzz!"

Another streamer swept through the small street, and the one-legged man in the middle who had jumped out of dozens of meters, a large piece of flesh and blood exploded, and the powerful "captain" instantly fell to the ground and lost his breath.

The tuxedo woman disguised as a man coughed up a mouthful of blood, pulled out a delicate small bottle from her arms, and drank all the potions with her head up, the strong effect of which supported her to get up from the ground and walk towards the other cloaked men who had been knocked to the ground by Charles.

It was only then that Charles realized that her abdomen was bleeding, apparently from the blow she had suffered before she arrived.

"Zheng!"

The short sword was unsheathed, the cold light was shining, the white fingers flipped flexibly, and the short blade gently slashed through the throats of the three of them, as light as a ghost seeking their lives.

Charles's heart froze, he clearly saw that there were two people on the ground who made a dodge and resist, but they couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the tuxedo at all, so they could only open their eyes in vain and die unwillingly.

After killing three ninth-rank transcendents, the tuxedo woman spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and her tall and slender figure was shaky.

She looked over to Charles, and stopped talking, but her pink eyes clearly said, "Please, help me." ”

"Do you need to call the police and find a patrol?"

She shook her head, leaning against the wall weakly, her eyes gradually becoming confused, and the aura on her body quickly faded.

"Goodbye then!"

The tall and strong figure disappeared into the night, and the tuxedo woman slowly sat down on the ground, she no longer had the strength to stand up.

The vision gradually darkens, the objects in front of you begin to appear blurry ghosting, and the harbingers of death begin to come.

"Do you want to buy potions? High-grade healing and recovery potion, a bottle of gold louis for one hundred louis"

“”

"Hehehe!"

She smiled weakly, her hoarse, magnetic voice barely audible in the silence of the night.

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