Kestrel longs for the world in the book and experiences the beautiful stories firsthand, but he knows very well that this is impossible, the stories in the book are just a refuge for him to escape from reality for a short time, he can't hide in them forever, people always have to face these things.

Kestrel hates reality, he hates everything about reality, because it doesn't have any logic, and every minute and every second can have bad surprises, like what happened to him recently.

Thinking of this, Kestrel felt a throbbing pain in his heart, this is not illogical, if he is a character in a story, he feels that the author must have some opinion about himself, and he is playing with himself endlessly.

I thought it was a publicly-funded tour.,It suddenly turned out to be a deadly job.,If you're not careful, you might put your life in.,Finally met a compatible opposite sex.,But she seems to be deliberately approaching herself.,And now,,I'm just here to get something.,And then I met the enemy.,Forced to the edge of life and death.。

It's miserable to think about.

Kestrel is also thinking, since life is so illogical, will there be a macho man from the sky to save his life in the next second?

Kestrel didn't know, because the violent pain interrupted his thoughts, and the whole person leaned back, knocking over the wooden cabinet, but fortunately he did not fall, and quickly stabilized his body with a folding knife.

This was a very bad start for the Kestrels, as the enemy took advantage of the favorable terrain and wounded themselves with a gunshot, and the enemy was far stronger than himself.

The kestrel spat out a mouthful of bloody spat and looked at the enemy in front of him with an unhappy expression.

"Are you waiting for them to come and save you? It's a remote location, and the sound of gunfire will be drowned out by the sound of the sea breeze and the roar of machinery. ”

The man loosened his collar, both of them had just run out of bullets, and there was no time to reload them at this close range.

"Erin is very smart, she chose this remote room, even if she kills people here, no one will notice, but correspondingly, she dies here no one will notice. ”

Damn Irene.

Hearing this, the kestrel cursed again in his heart.

"One can't expect too much from others, let alone from a madman. ”

Kestrel rubbed his chin, he had just been punched here, for which his teeth bit his tongue, and he spoke in a strange voice, "You're different from those dead guys...... Oh, so they're your 'praying mantis', and you're the real 'yellow finch'. ”

In this short battle, the kestrel also barely guessed these through the man's words.

"Almost, if they could have dealt with Erin, I wouldn't have shown up, but unfortunately they failed. The man replied.

"Backup plan?" asked Kestrels.

"Not really, the regulators to be exact, we can't let that monster get out of sight. ”

It's strange that the man in front of him is also concerned about the threat of the secret blood, and he has been monitoring those guys in the shadows to prevent them from being completely consumed by the power of the secret blood.

"Is this an experiment?"

Kestrel continued the man's words.

"Hmm. ”

The man nodded silently, and the kestrel gasped for breath.

This is not good, from this point of view, the man in front of him is undoubtedly a little stronger than the guy who was killed by Lorenzo before, after all, he is a regulator, and those guys are supervised.

"Can you resist the temptation of the secret blood?"

Kestrel continues to talk nonsense, he needs to buy time to regain his strength.

"To a certain extent, yes. The man replied.

The palm of his hand gradually strengthened, and little by little he clenched the folding knife, and the kestrel recalled the information that Lorenzo had said earlier.

Army.

An army of secret blood.

No matter how much the secret blood is deteriorated, under the use of large quantities, there will always be unstable individuals.

"Oh...... So you're worried about that?"

Kestrel continued, but this time as he spoke, he attacked again, and the folding knife bounced violently, and no one could have imagined that this weak fellow would dare to fight back at this time.

Although the man's arm was cut, he still had a part of the secret blood in his body, which was pure strength, far superior to that of the kestrel.

The dagger easily intercepted the Folding Knife, a scene that had been repeated many times in previous fights, and the man couldn't understand why the Kestrel was reluctant to give up.

With a swing of great force, the kestrel was knocked down again, this time he might not be able to get up, and collapsed in the mess of the utility room, looking at the ceiling and gasping for breath, he felt some pain in his back, maybe some broken wooden thorn had pierced his body.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

The kestrel sat up slowly, a sly smile on his face, and just as he had guessed, the man was still standing at the door, not daring to attack rashly.

He was absolutely in the driver's seat, and he was perfectly capable of killing the kestrels, but he didn't.

"Are you worried about this?"

Kestrel pulled the potion out of its pocket, and it was tumbling with red blood.

Through the previous temptation, this is the reason why the man has not killed the kestrel for a long time.

"I thought there would be some secrets in this secret blood, worthy of your pursuit, but if you think about it, it's not right, no matter how cunning that guy is, Erin can't steal something crucial. Otherwise, as our enemies, you will look too stupid...... You won't be that stupid.

You're afraid, afraid of forcing me to use secret blood, right?"

The man fell silent this time, probably not expecting the kestrel to react so quickly and guess everything so quickly.

"I'm not stupid, after all, I'm very intelligent, you must know that our superior knight is essentially just a physical mortal, and if you die, you will be somewhat resistant to erosion. ”

Kestrel stood up again, and instead of using the secret blood, he slipped it back into his pocket.

"So, I'm still a mortal, and mortals have to use their brains more against those guys who are stronger than themselves......"

The folding knife was raised again, and it looked like it was not dying.

After a brief silence, the two collided again.

In the roar of steel, the kestrel almost didn't feel the existence of his hands, the man's strength was too strong, his arm was completely numb under the successive collisions, and the kestrel could only do hard, keep exerting force, and clutch the steel in his hand.

In the midst of the sparks, the man's face was slightly angry, and he was also restraining himself, trying not to let the secret blood take over his consciousness.

It was desperate, the kestrel was like a beast in a cage, struggling hard, trying to kill it.

It's a pity that he can't do it, and with another heavy blow, he can clearly feel the increase in the man's strength, the middle of the folding knife is obviously bent, and blood is spilling from the tiger's mouth.

The kestrel staggered back, he felt like he was facing a weakened version of Lorenzo, he began to understand the despair of the enemy before he died, and in the face of the creature with the secret blood, mortals had no ability to resist at all.

If you want to kill one monster, you have to turn into another monster.

At this point, reality speaks of logic. ”

Kestrel cursed.

Yes, the man is far stronger than the kestrel, and he is dead.

There are still a lot of bad things to say, but Kestrel has no strength, his chest hurts, he lowered his head, ripped open his shirt, and his chest was already purple.

His gaze returned to the man, the guy was steady, and he was crushing the kestrel little by little.

Thinking of this, Kestrel felt a mistake, he should have injected the secret blood the moment he realized the gap, and if he injected it now, with the speed of the man and his own state, the kestrel was not sure that he would be able to live until the time of the secret blood attack.

Yes, that's what this man wants to do, in order to prevent the kestrel from using secret blood, he has been slowly persecuting the kestrel.

"Isn't this ridiculous, just dying so inexplicably?"

Kestrel scolded again, his mentality was terrible compared to the man.

"How is that possible!"

The kestrel screamed and scolded, reaching straight into its pocket, when a person is driven to death, he can do a lot of crazy things.

It was also at this time that the man who had been steady and steady was unusual, he gave up seeking stability, and swung a short knife directly at the kestrel, he couldn't let the kestrel inject secret blood.

Everything slowed down in an instant, and the kestrel set up the folding knife with one hand, trying to fend off the man's short knife to buy time for his injection, and the other hand reached for his pocket.

The man leaped high and clenched the short knife with both hands, a blow that could directly split the folding knife and cut off the kestrel's head.

The two were extremely close, and it was at this moment that the unlucky expression on the kestrel suddenly changed, and he seemed to have succeeded in his scheme, laughing wildly, but he was beaten very badly, even if he laughed, it looked terrible.

Thanks to his terrible experience in Downtown, Kestrel is actually far less "upright" than his colleagues.

It was then that the man noticed the kestrel's hand, and instead of reaching into his pocket, he reached under his clothes, where the cold of steel shone brightly.

There was a thud of metal, and the kestrel drew another folding knife, and the metal popped out in pieces, swinging its backhand at the man's head.

"You're still not stable enough!"

The kestrel shouted loudly.

The man is too steady, like a desperate wall, crushing the kestrel to breathe, and his only chance is for the man to leak his flaws.

Probably because of someone who has been mixed up for a long time, what kind of person will he become, Kestrel didn't expect that he would be so good at deceiving people.

The man didn't expect the kestrel to be so forbearing, and it was only at this time that he pulled out the second folding knife.

Under the brilliant spark, the folding knife that was erected broke instantly, it had already been crumbling in the previous battle, this time it was directly shattered, and the kestrel took advantage of the situation and directly tilted the broken knife, avoiding damage as much as possible.

Under the weight of the short knife, the kestrel directly knelt on the ground, and the man looked at him from above, but the blood couldn't stop flowing.

At this staggered moment, another folding knife hit the man, and it stabbed straight into the man's neck, piercing through the flesh, but fortunately, the man also deflected his head at the last moment, and it failed to completely cut off the man's neck.

With the man's heavy breathing, blood poured out of the terrible wounds, he was still alive, he could continue to fight, he was angry that he was being played by the kestrels, he was going to tear the kestrel to pieces, he ...... He's dead.

The kestrel didn't give him a chance to continue to fight back at all, he couldn't cut the man's neck with the strength of his single hand, so with the strength of his whole body, he stood up again, turned around hard, and forcibly enlarged the wound.

A heavy heartbeat sounded, and the feeling of uneasiness was released from the man's body, it was secret blood.

"Give me an honest death!"

Kestrel scolded again, and while cursing, he suddenly let go of the folding knife, and the man's short knife lost its focus and smashed it directly.

At the moment of detachment, he was like a sensitive swimming snake, grasping the folding knife that stabbed into the man's body, turning over and turning to the man's body, stabbing the broken folding knife into his heart from behind.

Both hands grasped the handle of the folding knife and turned it vigorously.

The man screamed, but the more he howled, the more blood poured out of the wound, and he slammed back and forth like a beast, trying to tear the kestrel off his body, but the kestrel hung on his body as if it did not feel pain, and enlarged the wound.

Finally the man collapsed weakly.

He died, completely dead.

The secret blood is indeed powerful, but after being mixed with Lorenzo for so long, the kestrel has also learned to cut off the head and pierce the heart.

In terms of strength, Kestrel definitely can't beat men, but Kestrel has far more combat experience than him, since he joined the Purification Mechanism, he has been wandering between life and death I don't know how many times, although everyone always teases him with luck, but everyone knows that it is not luck to be able to walk back from that hellish situation.

It is the heart, the fearless heart, the heart that dares to try to win the bet even in the face of death.

This time the kestrel won, and as before, he won again.

I don't know how long it took for the kestrel to stand up slowly, and he tidied up his clothes, which were bloody, but looked like they were standing up a lot.

He flipped the secret blood out of his pocket, glanced at it, and put it back again.

Secret blood?

Forget about this kind of thing, kestrel doesn't need anything to save itself...... Not at least for the time being.

He walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, and gradually the number of guests increased, and everyone looked sideways, but the kestrel didn't care, he seemed to be thinking about something, thinking about it, and laughing.

Reaching out and casually stopping a waiter, snatching a bottle of wine from his hand, the kestrel bit the cap as he went, and poured it hard, spilling the rest on the wound to wash away the blood.

He looked very dashing, and finally stood in front of the door, just after killing someone, the kestrel felt that his anger was exhausted, and he was in a good mood.

He pushed open the door and slowly spoke nonsense under the surprised gazes of Lorenzo and the others.

"Guess what I just went through?"

The clothes were still dripping with a mixture of blood and alcohol, and they landed on the floor with a strange smell.

"Went into the slaughterhouse and killed a cow?"

Erin looked at his embarrassed look and replied.

"You guessed it!"

The kestrel snapped its fingers, and then collapsed headlong under the gaze of the crowd, falling head-on into the disgusting mixture.