The car door behind Catherine suddenly opened, and she fell backwards involuntarily, a warm hand quickly catching her and semi-forcibly dragging her behind a broad-chested olive tree. The next moment, several bullets leaped through the place she had occupied, and they opened the plastic dashboard and metal door as easily as tearing a piece of paper, and the engine was also pierced, and metal shards flew everywhere, one of which went through Catherine's thigh, but fortunately did not directly hit the artery and bone.

She looked up blankly, and it was Sergeant Abel who grabbed her, his face was serious, but his eyes were quite gentle, with some pity...... yes, mercy, Catherine thought, fucking she was abandoned again, not even a handsome and gentle young and golden prince charming, just a six-year-old, stinky little boy, she knew he didn't want to be with her, but that didn't prevent Catherine from taking good care of him for half a year, caring for him, well, she knew he wasn't rare, but at least she had to hesitate a little, throwing her to an angry and brutal serial kidnapping murderer - he really walked neatly.

"GHOUL" SHOULD BE NEARBY, OTHERWISE, SA SHA WILL NOT BE IN A HURRY TO GET RID OF HIMSELF, HE IS MUCH MORE USEFUL THAN A FEMALE MONKEY.

Able picked up Catherine's leg and used a knife to shred her jeans into strips to treat the bleeding wound to stop the bleeding, Catherine looked up, hissing between her teeth, maybe because of pain, anger or both, her eyes were blurred, but she could still see the overturned vehicles on the gray and white road, the light black figures, and the golden-red sparks from the muzzle of the gun.

"Guns don't work against them." Catherine slurred, "Especially if they are on guard. ”

"So what works for them?" Abel was busy tightening his bandages as he watched closely what was going on in the encirclement: a bad start. Probably no one could have imagined that the "most useless guy" in the town would dare to kill the town's guards when most of the young men were dealing with the beasts that besieged the children, and forcibly take away the members of the agency who were used as bait (maybe a "former") and future victims...... the plan to "wait for the rabbit" was like a soap bubble blown by a child, and the most vivid thing was that there was only one road to the outside of the town. If it weren't for the fact that he had applied for a team member who was good at disguise from the beginning, the project would have been able to hang up the "END" sign before it even started.

One of the members of the action team was leaving, and as he walked away, like a restored or restored oil painting, the two cars gradually emerged from the "dissolved" olive groves and the air, and the first few people to jump out of the car had already exchanged hands with the "Black Priest" who still had the face of half of the town priest - they were well stocked and targeted, everyone was firing methodically, six or seven rounds in a row, from top to bottom, left to right, bullets whizzing through the roads, bushes and olive groves, Kicking up concrete, grass, dirt, and bark—for the next few minutes, Abel and Catherine had to keep trying to shock themselves into the gutter under the shoulder, sharing a barely safe place with the messy sludge and lively mosquitoes, but even then, Catherine was wounded a second time—a ricocheting shot under her shoulder blade, and Able was scratched on her scalp and shoulder.

Catherine muttered indistinctly, she was exhausted, felt chills all over, and was drowsy: "They want to murder us. ”

"Murder is never allowed, manslaughter is inevitable." Abel said, "Whether it's a companion or an enemy, it's not a good place to talk within range of a bullet." ”

Catherine silently cursed the man's anachronistic sense of humor.

"Understandably, the one above is priceless." Able quickly flicked a few leeches away: "You should know the rules of the institution - he is now almost the equivalent of a World War II battleship." ”

Catherine is silent, and the members of the institution will consciously return a portion of the prize money to the institution, and if they do not die (which is rare), then their pension will be followed by approval to withdraw from the institution (which is less likely), and if they die, the money will be added to the institution's public fund to reward the criminal who killed them. Therefore, as long as they are on the "bounty list" of the organization, no matter how cunning, murderous, and good at hiding the criminal is, they will inevitably be caught or killed in the end, because this accumulation method is completely vicious for them.

The "Black Sacrifice" has doubled its bounty in just half a year, and it is conceivable how the list of dead people attached to the bounty has grown wildly in the same proportion. If Catherine had returned to the institution half a year ago and explained in detail what had happened to the criminal, perhaps he would not have increased his value so quickly.

Abel didn't continue on the topic, he heard the gunshots above and was quiet for a moment: "It's over?" He said with his lips, to Catherine as well as to himself.

From his last glimpse, the lads should have had the whole situation under control, and the out-and-out blasphemer was indeed as difficult to deal with as Catherine said, and the bullets could barely achieve decisive results on his body - but they could restrict his movements in a dense enough situation, and with the left and right flanking of the other two Adepts, the remaining space was small enough to allow him to simply move his arms and legs or something.

Catherine didn't say anything, she put her finger on Abel's face.

A sharp and intense sense of fear was transmitted from Abel's cheeks directly into his brain and spinal cord.

***

The other half of the team went after the big monkey who had taken the child, and even without Abel's instructions, they knew that a monkey wouldn't show up in the vast olive grove for no reason, and wouldn't take the bait from a speeding car for love at first sight or some other damn reason.

"That's a circus monkey." One of the pursuers said he saw the monkey wearing a nice little vest: "Maybe it thought it was a doll." ”

"Do you think that monkey is as stupid as you are?" The second pursuer, his partner, scoffed, "It's in a straight line, obviously, it's heading somewhere." ”

The rebuttal is not angry: "What do you think will be waiting for us there?" ”

"A box of bills," the respondent paused, "or a coffin." ”

The questioner twisted his lips. It has to be said that it is.

The two of them kept their mouths shut, and the others remained silent as always, after all, these two men were best at tracking and chasing, and it was very difficult to catch up with them in the dark and damp olive grove where there were no paths to speak of, and there were spiky branches everywhere, and they did not have the ability to leap and jump like monkeys on the treetops.

"Alright!" One of the pursuers suddenly slowed down and lowered his voice: "They stopped. ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, such an obstacle course mixed with trees, spikes and mud was too strenuous, and in a few seconds, someone would probably voluntarily give up the chase.

"Disguise us." His partner added that the team member in charge of the disguise made a distinctive grimace, and the air and breeze between the olive groves suddenly turned into a thick layer of oil paint, slowly covering everyone like a thick fog, and they soon lost sight of each other, nor of themselves, and could only rely on their own feelings and memories to continue their actions.

"If you move too much or get too far away from me, the disguise will be ineffective." The pretender said, swapping back a few incomprehensible hums.

***

Sashaan sat peacefully in the arms of the monkey, who was squatting on a tall olive tree.

The monkey blinked his blood-red eyes and leisurely combed his sticky knotted hair, and Sasha's hair that had been messed up from galloping, and its jet-black and sharp nails scratched back and forth in the soft blonde hair, and although it didn't hurt Sasha at all, the length of time it lasted made him want to smile bitterly - Sasha was sure that there were absolutely no lice in his hair.

I wonder how long it will take my father to find himself?

Sasha closed his eyes slightly, wriggled his tongue, and a small button hidden in his cheek was spit out, he blocked the monkey nanny who lowered his head out of curiosity, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the abbreviations A, H, S, the first time the mouse brought this for him, he immediately knew that his father had come to this town.

They happily reunite in the palace of memories that they connect with each other and even share.

The dawn had come, the darkness and pale fog had receded, and the dark olive groves had returned to their original verdant and dark green in the brighter and brighter light, and from the dark gray highway, the old town hidden in the olive groves and vineyards could be faintly seen, and it still seemed so peaceful and peaceful, but it lacked the never-ending morning bell - when the bell rang again, it should have been nine consecutive death knells - if there were still people ringing the bell.

Like a pale gold color of rotten sweet wine, slowly covering the sky, a dazzling light rose from the other side of the olive grove, followed by a faint roar and a black dot that was rapidly approaching to grow larger.

"Look at that," Sasha raised a hand to cover his eyes, "Look." ”

The monkey then raised his hand and blocked his eyes, and he could not see as far as Sasha could see, but he could feel his pleasure and excitement, so he followed.

"Squeak!"

(To be continued)