Behind the bar, one or two old cars stopped in front of the back door, the dim wall lamps on the wall flickered, and it was still dark in the distance, silently waiting for the dawn to come.

Lancer, who was crouching carefully in front of the car door, let out a long sigh of relief, she had been hiding from the Hunter Killer for more than a week, and she was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but her Heavenly Father was above, and she still came here without danger.

Lancer, who hadn't slept soundly for a long time, was exhausted and wanted to lie down and rest, but thinking that she hadn't reached the safe house yet, she pulled herself up again.

At the back of the house, garbage bags were piled up in a corner, and a stray cat rummaging for food and drink appeared from the garbage heap, looking around vigilantly, hoping to find something to fill the empty stomach.

As soon as you get to the safe house, you can get a good night's sleep, Lancer thought to himself as he looked at the stray cat with unfocused eyes.

After waiting for a short time, Barton pushed open the back door and walked out.

"Get in the car." Barton opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, the old sedan was mottled with paint, and the body shook twice the moment the door was closed.

Lancer got into the car as well, and Barton started the car and drove into the darkness into the distance.

It was very close to six o'clock, and the sky was already a little white, but the ground seemed darker before dawn, and the car walked for about ten minutes before getting off the road, leaving the street lamp behind, and turning into the woods next to it.

The narrow forest path, illuminated by the rickety headlights, made the dark end of the road more like a mouth of devouring blood.

Barton, who was holding the car with one hand, was silent, and Lancer, who was physically and mentally exhausted, looked drowsy next to the car door.

After another ten minutes, the car finally stopped in front of a very secluded cabin in the woods.

Dust was blowing in the empty cabin, and Barton lit the kerosene lamp on the table, which looked a little cramped in the dim light.

Lancer put his backpack down and sat down on a wooden chair to rest.

"Come on, have a drink, there is some emergency food and drinking water stored in the box in the corner of the room." Barton handed Lancer a bottle of water.

"Thanks, I wonder when Uncle Patton will be able to leave Greentown?" Lancer, who also felt a little thirsty, unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip.

"I'll arrange this as soon as possible, and I'll be able to send you away tomorrow, so you can rest here first." Barton nodded in reply, and then walked out of the room without looking back.

Lancer, who sat down to rest, felt that she was getting more and more sleepy, and her head was heavy, and she longed to lie down and sleep at once, and the flame in the kerosene lamp flickered and flickered, like a hypnotic pendulum clock in her eyes.

In Lancer's feelings, I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly Barton's voice came from outside the house: "Lancer, come out, you have to look at something." ”

Sleepy as she was, Lancer stood up with a strong spirit, staggered to the door, opened it and walked out.

It was pitch black outside, illuminated by the firelight inside, but there was no Barton outside.

Confused, Lancer took a few steps forward, his eyes looking around, "Uncle Barton, where are you?" ”

Just when Lancer became more and more uneasy, a black shadow suddenly popped out beside him, and then Lancer felt a pain in the back of his head, and the whole person fell to the ground, and her eyes instantly turned black, she almost fainted, but in the end she endured it, barely opened her eyes, and tried to get up.

"If I were you, I would lie on the ground and never get up again." Barton's indifferent voice rang out.

Barton slowly came out of the darkness with his hands behind his back, followed by a black man with a gun pointed at him, and beside him stood a tall man with a shotgun pointed at her vigilantly.

"If it weren't for Catlyn's face, a bastard with Damon's blood in her body, I would have sent you to God and Heavenly Father long ago."

Watching Barton slowly walk towards him, but Lancer had a splitting headache at the moment, and couldn't lift his spirits at all, regretting in his heart that he had lost his vigilance and shouldn't trust others easily.

"Boss, what does this girl really have...... What mystical power? The black man behind Barton asked hesitantly, looking at the girl on the ground, who was not tall and petite, it was really difficult to make people feel dangerous.

"If she's Catlyn's own, then I wouldn't be surprised that she has mystical powers." Barton was obviously a little jealous of Lancer on the ground, and stopped when he was still two or three meters away from her, only to see him take out a dark purple piece of paper from his bosom.

"Since the Dark Bounty Order can have such a high bounty, there must be a reason for it, do you think anyone is qualified to be hunted down by them?"

"Isn't it okay to buy murder, isn't this kind of thing just affordable? Boss. The black man said.

"It also depends on who you need to deal with."

"What do you mean by mysterious power, boss?" This time it was the tall man with a shotgun beside Lancer who asked.

As if caught in a memory, Barton frowned tightly.

"This is the power of the devil, the Heavenly Father has mercy on the world, they are a group of demonic minions walking in the world, a filthy force sunk in the bloodline." Patton said word by word: "In short, we cannot take these people lightly. ”

Unable to speak, Lancer slumped to the ground, suffering from a headache, and glared at Barton fiercely, as if to engrave his appearance on her soul.

"Guy, then boss, if you don't discuss it, since you have to exchange it for a bounty in the end, then or... Otherwise, let my two brothers ......" looked at Lancer on the ground, his beautiful face, and because of the struggle, his clothes were a little messy at the moment, and the clothes on his shoulders slipped to the side, revealing snow-white skin, and a lewd smile on the black man's face.

The tall man also showed a look of interest when he heard this.

Lancer's eyes widened.

"Idiot, take care of yourself at this time, she has the power of the devil, are you dying?" He seemed to have some knowledge of mysterious powers, so Barton scolded with a little fear.

"It's okay boss, haven't we already charmed this girl with incense? We'll give her another shot later, and even if there's an elephant, I'll put it down for you to see." The subordinates were a little unimpressed by the boss's worries, and although the boss said something about the demonic power, they obviously didn't take it to heart.

Besides, the other party was drugged and fascinated, and it was impossible for him to have any strength to resist, let alone just a young girl.

"yes, we don't know what demons smell like yet." Another subordinate chimed in.

Looking at Lancer on the ground, as if remembering his hatred for Damon, Barton gritted his teeth, and the desire for revenge suddenly took over.

"Well, remember to tie her hands too" Barton nodded, and said to them with a gloomy expression, "There is only one life, don't blame me for not reminding you two." ”

"Don't worry, boss, I know how to do it."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the smile was very lewd.

Hearing their words, Lancer trembled all over, and struggled more violently on the ground, trying to stand up, but he couldn't lift his strength, watching the claws of the two of them fall on him.

Lancer closed his eyes in despair, tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Mother, daughter may never see you again.