It's noon.

When Vega vanished, the Nightingale took the lead, assisted by Ori.

The law enforcement team that had not yet been on duty in the General Bureau was temporarily mobilized and began to carry out a carpet search from the 6th floor downwards.

However, the mage squad was not involved.

Because the mage team is not large in number, they are ordered to be responsible for sealing the fence and the entrance and exit to prevent Vega from taking the opportunity to escape, as long as the entrance and exit are strictly guarded, then Vega is just a turtle in an urn.

The search team numbered more than 800 people.

Among them, there are more than 60 professionals alone, and there is also a 10-member professional team mixed in.

As expected, with so many men dispatched, the target location of the search was not large, and the target person should be found in a few hours, but things turned out to be unexpected by Nightingale and Ori.

6th, 5th, 4th floors.

These three floors have been turned upside down by them, not because they didn't find the target person, but because they didn't find even the slightest trace of the target person, and even the casualties that should have appeared did not appear.

It seems that the target person has evaporated from the world?

Nightingale had no choice but to order Ori to continue his search on the lower 3rd, 2nd, and 1st floors, hoping to find his target before dark, as a prolonged blockade of the General Administration was not a long-term solution.

Unbeknownst to Nightingale, however, he had the wrong starting point.

Until the room is empty.

Vega walked out of the bathroom in the suite, he didn't jump out of the seventh floor as Nightingale had imagined, and then landed on the sixth, fifth, and fourth floors with all his might, and finally fought the trapped beast under the carpet search.

All he did was throw the vase out of the window.

Create an illusion that he broke the window and fled in the first place.

Especially at this critical moment when every second counts, Vega expects that as soon as the nightingale sees that the cooked duck has flown away, he will inevitably go downstairs to find him as soon as possible, instead of spending a lot of time searching for the suite that has been empty.

Everything turned out to be as Vega had imagined.

Although Nightingale knew that Vega could not escape the law enforcement headquarters blocked by the mage team, in order to catch up with him as soon as possible, he jumped to the sixth floor towards the window as soon as possible, and launched a carpet search.

Although the nightingale is on the table, it does not mean that Vega is safe.

Just like a priceless diamond ring falling into the sewer, you will subconsciously retrieve it by brute force, and when you find that you can't get it back by brute force, you will calm down and think about countermeasures, or seek help from others.

When floors 1-6 are all searched.

Then the nightingale must calm down and think about what went wrong, and at this time, the 7th floor, which has not yet been searched, will become very obvious, and Vega's traces will naturally be exposed.

Trapped Beasts.

That's what Vega is like now.

With the entrance and exit already blocked, he had no chance of escaping at all.

Heaven or earth?

First of all, he is not the wind and earth law, even if it is the wind law and the earth law, if you want to master the flying art and the earth escape technique, then it is at least possible to be at least a lower magician or above.

But waiting for death is not Vega's style.

Even the trapped beasts will try their best to make a last effort.

But wait.

When did he admit that he was a beast?

He is not a trapped beast, and he will never admit that he is the prey of his enemies.

That's right!

He's a hunter,

He wants to be a hunter who fears even tigers, cheetahs, and poisonous snakes because of him.

Yes, there is.

Let's make a big fuss.

With the blood gushing out,

Tell the "hunters" who are sneering at the corners of their mouths, intent on sending him to the grave, but who are arrogant and despise him, who are the real hunters and who are the real prey.

Vega stepped out of the suite's door.

He calculated the time, and it would probably take night to search the 1st and 3rd floors.

So he hid in a dark corner where he could escape, and here he waited quietly for dark.

Because.

The invisible blade, the deadliest.

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Time passes.

With a carpet search, more than four hours have passed since the thorough search of the 1st and 3rd floors.

By this time, the sun had sunset.

In another half an hour it will be completely dark.

The nightingale withdrew from the trickery and revealed.

He stood in the middle of the hall on the first floor, the red setting sun dyeing him golden, but his face was dull.

Standing around him was Ori and his party, who turned floors 1-6 upside down.

"Nightingale-sama?"

Auri plucked up his courage and asked, "What should we do now?"

The nightingale did not reply.

He was already deep in thought at this point, because all this was not logical.

First of all, there is no reason for the target to disappear, because the General Administration of Law Enforcement is only 7 floors, and he has launched a carpet search from top to bottom, and has not missed a corner.

So where exactly is this damn little mouse?

The nightingale began to be a little angry, as an experienced hunter, there were not hundreds, but dozens of prey that died in his hands.

Among them are many high-ranking government officials and important members of the army.

But today, in his own territory, he failed to catch a little mouse in a day, and this frustration of going crazy made him feel quite ashamed.

That's right, it's a shame.

But this shame made the nightingale's blood begin to boil.

How long has it been?

He had not experienced this sense of shame.

Unlike the thinking of ordinary strong people, Nightingale prefers shame to glory, especially the kind of shame of being brutally toyed with by the enemy and clapping, and being so embarrassed that he is covered in mud, which can almost make his blood boil.

Because he knows.

The moment when you send your own clever prey to the grave and wash away your shame will be the supreme climax.

Almost instantaneously, he regained his composure.

This is the most basic professional quality for a qualified hunter.

He was silent for fifteen minutes, then glanced at the vase shards and glass shards that had not yet been cleaned in the clearing.

"I see. ”

The corners of the nightingale's mouth finally tugged at a smile.

He strode forward and said in an extremely certain tone: "Ori, take your people, search the 7th floor with me now, and let this little mouse know that in front of the hunter, no prey can hide." ”

Da Da Da –

The distinctive echo of military boots reverberates in the General Directorate of Law Enforcement building.

Without deliberately lowering her voice, the nightingale was just going to tell Vega that they had arrived.

At the entrance to the seventh floor.

The nightingale had even imagined Vega's expression of horror at the echo of his military boots.

Run away as much as you want.

In front of him, let's perform a battle of trapped beasts.

The scarlet tongue licked the chapped lips, and the pleasure of washing away the shame made the nightingale's blood boil completely.

But that's just the time.

The last rays of the sunset have disappeared from the horizon, and the night has once again dominated the earth.