Abel stepped back as lightly and quickly as a frightened snake: "I thought you knew that you can't use abilities against your companions. He slowly spat out each letter from between his teeth, one by one, because he had a splitting headache, his ears were ringing, and he had to take frequent and deep breaths to reduce the adverse effects of sudden fear. Abel remembers that Catherine only has the ability to interpret human beings and the residual emotions of objects, but now she is obviously able to forcibly transmit her feelings or thoughts to him through physical contact, which is not very pleasant, to put it a little excessively, this behavior can be compared to a kind of mental "forced deep communication".

"So it's all right to shoot your own companions?"

"They probably didn't expect someone to be brave or stupid enough to be indifferent to a bullet," Abel scoffed, avoiding the word "companion" with a special meaning, which Catherine might have heard, but she did not react, she was still in a deep state of fear and uneasiness, and she tried several times to poke her head out to see what was going on, but again and again to no avail because of the bullets flying around.

Abel looked at the young girl, who looked like a moving new corpse, pale, emaciated, and lifeless...... The fire of anger aroused by the spiritual aggression was slightly cooler, and her fear of the "Black Sacrifice" was understandable, after all, the "Black Sacrifice" seemed to have started to go crazy from Ariawu - before that, although he had a record of twelve kidnappings and murders of young girls, he only got rid of and injured most of the members of the police or the agency, but since then, he has no scruples, and almost everyone who confronts him will be killed. It felt like some kind of floodgate had been opened...... He quietly shifted his gaze to his wet trouser leg, where a greedy leech swayed its head in search of a place to breathe.

Able reached out and picked up the leech, then crumpled it with more force - a thin, rough glass mirror with uneven edges took shape between his fingers, and he held it up to a proper angle for voyeurism...... The battle was nearing its end—and while Able was bewildered by the Black Sacrifice's sudden weakness and incompetence, the mirrors made it clear—at least three bullets had pierced the priest's body, and one of the Adepts capable of turning parts of his body into cold weapons had stabbed his shoulders with long knives turned into his hands, while the other commanded the sand to tie his feet.

It should be over.

- The Lord said to him, "Whoever kills Cain will be avenged sevenfold." So the Lord made a mark for Cain, so that no one might kill him if he found him. ——

Abel gripped the glass tightly, ignoring the sharp corners that stabbed his palm, what was wrong with his eyesight? Or does the mirror that is transformed from the life of a leech reflect the wrong image?

He knew he had to do something, but he couldn't even move - what a sight! He never imagined that he would have the opportunity to see so many bullet holes at the same time—like four other unseen gunmen tracing their movements behind the boys of the action group: from top to bottom, left to right, they were covered in bullet holes, like the bullets they used, small in and large in out, blood splattering radially...... If the bullet holes were in the abdomen, knees, or chest, the victim might still moan or twitch, but if they were occupied by the forehead, temples, and eye sockets, the person who suffered such a fatal injury would have died almost at the moment of the burst; The man's hands were still in the state of long knives, and several deep wounds appeared on his body, like a hidden person wielding a knife or axe to try those sharp blades on him to his heart's content, and his clothes and skin suddenly bloomed, like a rose bud in the hands of a magician, layer by layer, from shallow to deep, Abel's good eyes allowed him to easily see the skin, fat, tissues, muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs that protected the ribs and pelvis.

The guy who could command the sand was not attacked, but he seemed to have been stunned by the sudden attack, and he stood motionless, watching the priest gently shake his body and get rid of the two weapons that had lost their strength and purpose.

The priest turned, and the excess flesh on his face had fallen off, and it had no effect on the handsome, gloomy face except for a little dark red blood, just as the previous knife and gunshot wounds had not dulled or numbed his body—his hands naturally drooped, and he pulled open the placket and pulled out a folded sickle. Abel and Catherine were familiar with this scythe, for they used it to harvest lavender, and it was so sharp that there was a local joke that a stranger who was harvesting lavender here accidentally overused his head and fell into the air, and he cut off two of his lower legs. That was his only takeaway from the lavender festival.

The priest stretched out his arm, and the scythe opened, the blade of which reflected brighter than a diamond in the morning sun.

***

Anthony. Hopkins adjusted his seatbelt as he looked through the windshield of the helicopter over the olive groves that stretched hundreds of meters below, and in the cabin of the helicopter were two supple but tied straight bodies, still alive, their eyes closed, their nostrils wide open, their mouths foaming from time to time, their sweat-soaked hair messed up by the wind blowing in through the open cabin door. The ropes on their bodies were not used to prevent them from resisting, but to determine the fixed shape of their bodies - Anthony fired anesthetic injection darts at them a hundred meters to ensure that they could stay in peace for hours. These tranquilizer darts that can overturn a zebra and the UHF liaison that lures the agency's helicopter to approach and even land on him, the agency's normative language and some of the internal conditions were obtained by the doctor in the rainforest of Ariau through the self-righteous "hunters" - as far as he knew, the agency should be considered a relatively new semi-official organization, but unfortunately it is also as unresponsive and insensitive as some bureaucratic units, from the time he left Ariau until now, This is evident from the fact that they still haven't changed their call frequency and password.

His hands moved methodically on the circulation lever and throttle pitch lever, the horizontal rotors of the helicopter turned faster and faster, and finally the whole fuselage began to tremble slightly, the trembling amplitude increased, the landing gear shook off the ground, the boulder used by the helicopter as a landing pad quickly became smaller in the pilot's field of vision, Anthony was not very experienced in piloting helicopters, but he knew that it was time for sideslipping - the helicopter slid into the air like a bird tilting along the trajectory of the air current, Immediately after the flight was normal, the doctor gently pushed the circulation rod forward, and the plane began to climb diagonally along the preset course, and after reaching an altitude of 500 meters, he changed to a direct flight horizontally.

He flew in the direction of the highway hidden in the olive groves, against the rising sun, where Sasha was waiting for him.

***

Sasha bent his fingers, grabbed the shriveled Rufang hanging from the monkey's chest, and ordered it to suppress the desire to scream, but its brown hair has fully swelled, which makes it look bigger than the original, this is only a female monkey with a history of rearing, and a very short domestication period, Sasha chose it for this reason, this kind of monkey has been very accustomed to flying and jumping in the woods with a little monkey in his arms, even if it is hit, it will not miss the "little monkey" to throw it off, and he is vigilant and has a high personality, The temperament is also extraordinarily fierce.

Among the "hunters" who have been tracked down are good at camouflage, but even if they are well disguised, it is against humans and not animals, and even if they can hide the eyes, noses and ears of animals to some extent, they can't hide the insects hidden under the dirt and bark leaves, the insects are in a hurry, although their emotions are simple and small, but they are numerous, and if you feel them carefully, you can also clearly capture the trace of uneasiness and anger flowing in the air and dirt.

The roar of the machine suddenly became louder, and before anyone could notice, a black helicopter with the yellow abbreviation "Agency" was very close.

The tracker standing on an olive tree stood up in amazement on the fork of the trunk: "Who called the helicopter?" "The work is not done, the criminals have not yet appeared, and the presence of the helicopter may scare them away - he waved his arms in the direction of the helicopter, hoping that its pilot would understand what he meant and quickly drive it away, so that the criminal who had not shown up might mistake the helicopter for a forest fire brigade cruiser.

His movements were so great that a piece of camouflage color less than the size of his head peeled off like paint on the wall. Mr. Hopkins had the sharp eyesight of a falcon, and he easily caught the oddity.

The helicopter swirled in the air, buzzing towards the waving arm.

"Idiot!" The tracker shouted, "I didn't let you come!" ”

One side of the helicopter's landing gear hit his chest accurately, it was a very violent blow, his tongue almost jumped out of his mouth, while his eyes were completely protruding out of his sockets, blood spurted out of his nose and ears, he was knocked out, flying in the air for more than ten meters before being caught by a tree branch, and later it was discovered that his entire chest was shattered, skin, fat, ribs and internal organs were mixed together, and the broken bones passed through the muscles and skin of his back.

The other "hunter" was also exposed by the wind brought by the helicopter - he was clinging to a branch, his eyes could not be opened at all, the broken branches and leaves fell on his face and body like whips and stones, Dr. Hopkins took out the air rifle that was placed on his knee and loaded with bullets in another maneuver, aimed at the trembling ass, he missed two shots, but the third shot was hit, and the small hypodermic projectile flew out with a large dose of thiopromazine and plunged into his flesh, and the anesthetic quickly worked, He fell straight down like an otter that had lost control.

Of course, it won't be just these two, Anthony. Hopkins thought as he observed the dense olive trees and the layers of fallen leaves and shrubs at their roots, and soon a trembling figure jumped out of the dark green and dark yellow background, then another.

"What are you doing?" The team member in charge of the disguise shouted.

"There are snakes!" Frightened and annoyed, the man who jumped out staggered to the olive tree and sat down, tore open his trouser legs, and two dark red holes were clearly visible on his pale skin: "Help me." He tried to pull out his dagger and make a cross, but he couldn't.

"No way, there are no snakes in this area!"

"But we've been bitten!" Another shouted after him, and he reached out to show the impostor the round hole in his arm.

In fact, there was no need for him to elaborate, for the people standing on the ground had already seen the reptiles that swam towards them—white stripes on a black and brown background; The abdomen is yellow-white, the oval head has a pair of large pillow scales behind the top scales of the head, the front of the body stands high, and the head rotates flexibly with the movement of people, the most striking feature comes from their whirring and swollen neck, God, it is a king cobra!

"There shouldn't be a king cobra here!" One man shouted, but it wasn't a big deal, and the members of the task force involuntarily jumped out of their original hiding place, and one of the guys with a shotgun fired a shot at the snakes, stirring up dust on the ground, only to hit one, and it rolled on the ground, leaving a crimson mark, while constantly hissing to show its teeth.

"Hell alive." One of them noticed that the snakes dodged before their companions could shoot: "They seemed to know that we were going to shoot." ”

The helicopter flew over their heads again, small yellow-and-white flowers and leaves pouring on their heads like a torrential rain, accompanied by a "hail" - a louder sound and shadow, and after the two bodies slid out of the helicopter tilted to an angle, and landed accurately between the olive trees and the olive trees, the team first retreated, and then found that the two men were the co-pilots of the helicopter.

"Damn, how could he kill two people at the same time?"

One of the guys muttered, and then he smelled a sweet and strange smell, which didn't seem like it came from olive trees or other natural things, but like industrial spices extracted from oil or other filthy things, it seemed to smell good, but it was a little pungent when it was too much, and it made people want to vomit, and he saw that the pale blue mist was coming out from under the two corpses that fell from the sky, his eyes were blurred, he had difficulty breathing, his movements were slow, his body was sliding down, and his soul was rising, rising, Rise...... Finally stuck in a blank space.

Anthony. Hopkins kept a close eye on what was going on below, the pale cyan mist tumbling in circles and spreading outward like ripples from stones thrown into the water, and the members of the task force ran frantically in all directions, but soon fell one by one.

He lowered the helicopter and hovered over an olive tree with a white spot, the helicopter's downward whirlwind blowing away the surrounding fog, and then Sand and the monkey saw a rope with a circular end dropped from the helicopter.

The rope swung around in the air, but the monkey tried only once and grabbed the loop at the end, then it held Sasha firmly with one arm, and the other three paws clung tightly to the rope and began to climb upwards in a violent shaking.

***

The man who manipulated the sand fell in front of Abel—only halfway, the bottom half of his body still in front of the priest, the remaining nerves causing the two dusty feet to kick twice on the concrete pavement.

"Save me......" he screamed, clutching Abel's collar, Abel knelt in front of him, trying not to look at his other hand, which was submerged in his own internal organs, grasping this, fishing for that: "Stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding for me......" He stared at Abel's left shoulder, there was nothing, and Abel knew he couldn't focus accurately.

The priest stepped over the two legs, which had stopped struggling, and came to Abel.

Abel whispered comforting to the man who was only half left, his fingers pressed to the side of his neck, the man's heart beat slower and slower each time, he pulled the knife out of his belt, it was a very small and narrow knife, but it was enough to cut the jumping carotid artery, he cut it, and the warm blood suddenly came out, but it was not like a high-pressure faucet as others had described, probably because his blood was almost out - Abel thought he would die soon, but it wasn't, Without hesitation, the man on the verge of death stretched out his arm, pulled out the knife he had hidden under his ribs, and stabbed Abel into Abel's body with his last strength.

They hugged so tightly that Able couldn't shake him off for a while, but fortunately his abilities could be used without the standard posture - the earth rolled, rose, solidified, and the fortress that had been exchanged for a human life quickly erected from Abel's body, and he didn't care about the pain and the feeling of disgust, and seized the opportunity to shoot outward, but he also knew that the chance of these two shots hitting the target was very small.

The priest's face was gloomy, and he considered whether to let the two men go after his target, but in the end he decided to kill them - they had seen too much.

The sharp scythe flew in the air, and the priest used it with the skill of a diligent peasant, but unfortunately he was not harvesting plants but human life, and the fortress of earth was thinned layer by layer, during which the fortress occasionally fired a bullet or two, but for the priest, it was only a little nuisance, and his final blow swept off the entire top of the fortress, and Abel rose from within, gun in hand, and the dead man lay at his feet.

What about the woman?

A human lunged on him from behind, one of her arms firmly stuck to his neck, while the other cooperated to tighten it tighter, the priest swung his scythe in a fit of rage, letting the sharp blade pass through her tight body, maybe the waist, maybe the ribs, she screamed, and then bit the back of his head, a lot of emotion was conveyed through close contact—humiliation, anger, pain...... The priest could not believe that there was the pleasure of sex—the debauchery of a woman, which tossed and turned in his entrails like the tips of countless spears stained with honey, and he almost scratched open his stomach so that the filth could escape.

Catherine clinged to the priest as best she could, like a peerless slut who had seen the last man in the world, and she didn't know if it would be useful to do without sand as a way to channel this power, but she could only fight it, and when Abel distracted the priest, otherwise they would both die. Thankfully, she succeeded. The priest's body softened, the scythe fell to the ground, and she immediately wrapped her thighs as well, conveying her emotions again and again.

She didn't know when she finally let go of her hands and feet, but she remembered that she seemed to have attacked Abel by mistake, and the expression on his face was so strange that even the delirious Catherine remembered that moment clearly.

***

Anthony. Dr. Hopkins hovered the helicopter over the olive tree, keeping a close eye on the monkey carrying the sand as it climbed upward.

The helicopter produced a very strong whirlwind, the rope swayed, if it was a human, it was impossible to climb straight up with the child in one hand, but the monkey was different, it also had two other hands that could be used staggered, it was very fast, and within a few minutes, the doctor could already see Sasha's face, his sharp eyes could determine that Sasha was at least eighty grams lighter than before, but it grew less than a centimeter taller, and its hair was cut off, otherwise it should have hung down over its shoulders now, She was dressed in coarse, low-grade clothes, but just like her mother, even with the kind of cosmetics used by more than 50% of the crowd or clothes of the same large number of goods, she still looked prominent, special, and worthy of appreciation, protection, and cherishment...... However, before going to the custom clothing store, she also needs to go to the hospital for the most detailed examination, whether her body is as healthy as before is a big question, and Anthony. Hopkins also had to make sure she didn't have any tracking devices on her — and then she needed to get some rest, and then she had a peaceful meal, all of which the doctors had arranged before they arrived in the town.

The monkey's paws are still a few centimeters from the landing gear.

A figure climbed up from under the olive tree, the closest to it, and luckily did not inhale too much poison gas.

The monkey grabbed the landing gear and with just one rollover, it was able to send the sand into Anthony. Hopkins' embrace.

But it suddenly stiffened, and an electric current rose from the olive tree beneath the helicopter, jumped directly onto the rope loop through the damp foliage and air, and then grew up along the rope, and a powerful electric current passed through the monkey's body, causing it to convulse all over its body, and its mouth was full of burnt, and even then, it did not let go of the sand and the landing gear.

The speed of the electric current was so fast that in an instant it wrapped around the landing gear and extended into the helicopter.

"Release—let go!" Sasha yelled, "Release!" ”

The first command is for the monkey and the second is for Anthony. Hopkins.

Anthony. Hopkins clicked a button, and the rope that had lost its grip fell through the empty hatch, and the monkey had already taken a step forward.

Anthony. Hopkins looked down, his pale blonde hair and purple eyes sparkling in the morning sun like gold and gems.

She put her finger to her lips and held out her hand to him.

"Goodbye." She said.

(To be continued)