Prison.

Lucien looked at the dying Ponsar Halder, whose face was strangely pale, and coldly ordered: "Michael Curvin, it's him!" Gather your men, and I'll see him here before tonight passes. ”

Ryze, who was tall and was leaning on Lucien's right and left hand, nodded silently.

……

3B, Block 51o.

The weather at night became worse, the moonlight was nowhere to be seen, and the fine rain was turned into a majestic rain, and the rain was pouring down.

A man with flaxen curls and angular features, but not as tough as a Western man, closed the car door, shrunk his shoulders, his boots trampled on the ground, and ran quickly in one direction.

For Michael Curwen, who is a surgeon, today was too exciting.

Or for any ordinary person with a dull life, the qiē experienced by Michael Curvin today is too exciting.

Close-range gunfights.

Death at hand.

And the weird dead!

But what is churning in Michael Cowen's mind at this moment is a cold face, a woman who makes people feel extremely amazing!

Michael Curvin can't forget the first time he saw her, the shock feeling that was so glamorous that he forgot to breathe! It seemed that at that moment, all the qiē around him had turned into a blank, leaving only the only beautiful figure that caught his eye.

Even though hours have passed now, Michael Curvin can still recall every detail of that woman as if she were still in front of his eyes.

The woman stepped on a pair of knee-high, neck-shaped reflective black leather boots, wearing a black, tight-fitting leather jacket made of the same material as leather boots, and a long black trench coat on the outside.

Michael Curvin even regretted that he didn't learn a craft like sketching, and that he didn't leave a picture that he could look at and remember in the future.

Maybe I'll never see her again, right?

The woman who was as mysterious and gorgeous as the night, no, it should be said that the goddess of the night and the moonlight.

Michael Curvin couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

The elevator door opened, and Michael Curvin pulled out his house key and walked towards his own house.

But when he walked to the door, inserted the key, and put one hand on the doorknob, he was a little absent-minded about his surroundings, and Michael Cowen, who was immersed in his own memories, woke up suddenly!

There was no familiar sound, he had heard the click of the lock being opened a thousand times.

The door is open.

And he just came home.

Michael Cowen's heart was lifted, and his brain, which was immersed in thoughts, was awakened by a basin of cold water.

Is it a thief?

Or something else?

Michael Cowen's mind was spinning wildly, and he gently pushed open a crack in the door, and the phone to call the police was ready in his hand, just press it with one finger. It was pitch black in the room, with only a little bit of light.

Michael Curvin walked cautiously, as softly and silently as possible. While the eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, the ears were engrossed in listening to the sounds around them.

Suddenly, a telephone recording in the room rang, and this sudden sound under the silence startled Michael Curvin.

“…… This is Michael's house, I'm not here at this time, please leave a ......"

Then Michael Curvin heard the voice of his hospital colleague.

“…… Michael, I'm Adam, the police are looking for you in the hospital, and they're convinced you're involved in a shooting, and I sue them for no ......."

"Uh-uh!"

When Michael Cowen was distracted, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and Michael Cowen didn't even have time to exclaim completely, he felt that his neck was choked, and the whole person was picked up and wheeled in a semicircle, directly smashing on the opposite wall. He couldn't help but snort.

Lightning accompanied by a rumbling thunder pierced the dark room through the windows, and Michael Curvin barely looked down at his attacker while holding the hand around his neck with all his might. With that shining electric light, a familiar face, which made him remember deeply, and even kept replaying his thoughts in his mind before, it was like a dazzling lightning, shaking into his eyes and piercing into his heart.

The facial features are exquisite, and it seems to have eternal beauty and infinite charm. The uneven cropping, with the smell of rain and a warm black head, makes her innate sexy and cold temperament even more outstanding, and anyone who sees her face, as long as he is still a normal man with a heart, will involuntarily have a faster pulse.

is still wearing the same black tight leather jacket, and the black trench coat with an excessively long hem slit is still on the outside, stared at by the mysterious woman's eyes with a little chestnut, and Michael Curvin is suddenly distracted.

Sou!

A piercing screech suddenly rang out in the silent room.

didn't have time to ask, Serena, who was carrying Michael Cowen, let go of her hand, and the whole person pulled Michael Cowen's body to sink, and she moved around in the dark space lightly.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

A series of screams came and went.

Serena frowned as she was dodging.

The darkness didn't do much to her, so she could see the scream, it was a crossbow made of steel. As long as it is not absolutely critical, she is not afraid of this kind of weapon, but she analyzes the intention of the owner of the crossbow arrow from the attack path of the crossbow arrow.

The man in the dark was forcing her to let go of Michael Curwen's hand with one arrow at a time, because with Michael Curwen, her mobility would be affected, and she would become a significant target. After separating her and Michael Curwen, the other party's arrows and arrows were dividing the distance between her and Michael Curwen, because her dodging and wandering made her farther and farther away from Michael Curwen.

Serena gritted her teeth, she wanted to do something, but the person in the dark always seemed to be able to penetrate her intentions and purposes, not falling into the trap, ignoring her small movements, just arrow by arrow, accurately and carefully separating her and Michael Curwen, without wavering, steady and desperate!

Battle-hardened, Serena's heart sank as the most outstanding hunter among the Bloodline Deathwalkers, and she knew that she had met an opponent.

Click.

The sound was very slight, but Serena, whose senses were much sharper than those of humans, still heard this little sound under the cover of the screeching of crossbow arrows.

A grenade without a pull ring rolled towards her, and she was forced by a crossbow arrow into a closed and narrow space with nowhere to hide!

Serena suddenly realized something, and looked distractedly at the distant window, where a woman in tight leather trousers, a red leather jacket, with a neat and short, cold temperament, was holding a strange gun in one hand and dropping a dark and heavy crossbow in the other.

The point is, Michael Curvin has escaped to her at some point.

As if sensing Serena's gaze, the woman in red glanced at her with a smile, her red lips moved slightly, as if to say something, she grabbed Michael Curvin's arm with one hand, and pulled the trigger with the strange gun in the other.

A black rope ejected, and then the figures of the woman in red and Michael Cowen flashed away from the window as if they were being pulled by some force.

Serena read the woman's lips, which was "Goodbye!" ”

The grenade exploded, and the blinding light invaded Michael Curvin's black room.

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