"Be careful!" a long shout came from the bow of the ship, which spread all the way to the stern: "Enter the harbor - dock!"

"Drop the sails!" In the river and on the shore, the light of torches and lanterns are connected: "Beware of the cables—throw!"

"Pick it up!" The man on the shore responded, "Stop! Get on the gangplank!"

"Commander's order - Second Lieutenant Townsend of the Outpost Detachment!" someone shouted from the boat behind.

"Here!" Townsend stood on the side of the ship, his posture was very standard, but he sneered in his heart—only then did he think of arranging the top soldiers, who were really worthy of the officers from the club.

"The sentinel team immediately disembarked, set up a guard a mile in front of the port!

"The Sentinel Squad has received the order, and it is guaranteed to be completed!" Townsend turned neatly and came to the men who had already assembled, and waved his hand: "Brothers, follow me!"

Twenty-three spikes roared and followed Townsend to the docks.

Looking at the town after midnight, Townsend felt a little sad in his heart, there was a long way to go, and it was time to fight for himself......

The war against the rebels had not yet broken out, but the war that belonged to Townsend personally had already begun. What is war? It is a solution that cannot be solved by other means, and it is the ultimate act of brutal means to destroy the target.

He must take out the greatest threat, the sword hanging over his head, and the Paranormal who follows his army!

Yes, the moment he landed, he made up his mind, because no other way could eliminate this hidden danger. The chick has strange and sharp abilities, as well as accurate and convenient detection methods...... And what did Townsend have in his hands?

Killing her is the most direct, effective and successful way for Townsend to deal with her.

At the time of making this decision, Townsend had automatically entered the field intelligence officer mode, and in his eyes there was no distinction between men and women, old and weak, and he was not bound by "never hitting women", but only cold and cruel to the enemy - if you are my enemy, you will die!

Townsend arranged the sentry, found a secluded room, and the golden cicada came out of its shell, went into the water from the upstream in a circle, and floated all the way to the dock. Why did you choose to kill the Anomalous on the ship? That's because you want to neutralize her detection - you're awesome, you can detect active people, but can you find Townsend among the dozens or hundreds of people who are moving at the same time in your head and feet?!

The Psychiatrist is not a god.

Lurking in the water, fingers clasped to the rudder, Townsend with a hollow reed tube in his mouth, pupils reflecting the lights of the ship. The tumult in the cabin sounded erratic through the rippling water, and occasionally a bottle or two was thrown down, making a splash like the debauchery of the officers.

Slowly floating like a crocodile, his fingers digging into the crevices of the rudder, Townsend climbed silently upwards along the shadow line of the stern with only the strength of his waist and abdomen. On the bare skin, he had already drawn intricate lines in oil paint, and even if a person's gaze swept over the stern of the boat, he could not distinguish the silhouette of a human figure in it at a glance.

The monkey had already figured out the Adept's cabin - as the highest level of combat power in the wing, the Epister Chick had exclusive access to the stern VIP cabin, with the lieutenant colonel's cabin on her head, but she was definitely not in the lieutenant colonel's room right now, because there was an uncovered assembly going on there.

It has to be said that it was a very risky thing to assassinate her without more information. But time is merciless, and time waits for no one - assassinating the Anomalous Master, Townsend may succeed, but staying on the battlefield is bound to be a dead end!

Townsend knew that the Anomalous wore fine leather gloves all day long and a dusty leather bag around his waist, both of which were important to her. So Townsend had to find the right moment to separate her from these two things, and he was sure that his chance was tonight.

Yes, she's a great anomaly, but she's also a woman, and she's sure to relax like the other women on the eve of war. Given the conditions on board, she really didn't have much choice tonight - she would shower, and Townsend saw the servant carrying the hot water, and smelled the scent of dried flowers on the tip of his nose.

If she still wears gloves and holds the powder in the shower, then Townsend has nothing to hate if he loses, after all, God has arranged the biggest.

Luckily, through the steamy window, he saw a screen and a bathtub. Taking advantage of the servant's pouring of water, Townsend bent his waist, and his whole body strangely "flowed" into the cabin, and then shrank into the shadow of the corner. When the servant turned around, he had already chosen the most secret position, and his figure "melted" into it in a flash.

There was no way back now—counting the footsteps outside, he held his breath and closed his eyes. Even Townsend's heart beat very slowly as the subject's soft footsteps entered the chamber and the door slammed shut with a "creak". He was like a piece of wood that had no life and no heat, resting quietly in the corner of the cabin.

The curvaceous [***] represents the goal in his eyes, and the light and graceful minor key is only a reference to the position in his ears. The three vulgar music and the hustle and bustle of men and women overhead are gradually developing towards **, as if countless people are dancing in spikes. In the gap in the field of vision, the young and healthy ketone body of the chick stood in the bathtub and slowly sat down in the misty fragrant water vapor, bringing a burst of water sound of "dripping".

Townsend's hidden eyelids popped open, and a heavy killing intent burst out of his pupils!

Silently, Townsend's body jumped up suddenly—the Anomalous Master sensed the danger, and she suddenly turned around, just in time to see Townsend's cold eyes, and the two wooden crossbows he held up in his hands!

At the last moment, regardless of screaming, the Anomalist closed his hands and completed a series of brief swipes and clicks with ten fingers in front of him, and everything in Townsend's vision changed—in the blurry churning water vapor, black translucent filamentous lines emerged!

From the Anomalous Master to Townsend's side, countless black threads rippled, like the tentacles of a giant jellyfish, some straightened, some curled, and more swirled into whirlpools of varying sizes.

A black wire wrapped around the Anomala's fingers, as if infused with power, swung in the air, and its tail hooked into a whirlpool, only to see a flash of black, and one crossbow bolt was shattered between the two men!

The chick's lifeline is in hand!

Seeing the assassin snatch her dependence, pain and anger gushed out of the Anomalous Master's eyes, she slid her hands across her chest, her fingertips dotted again, hooked another black wire, and after a brief and strange turn, this and the tail end of the black wire also hooked into a certain whirlpool-the wind suddenly rose, the black wire stirred, and all the metal objects on the bulkhead on the left side broke away and flew towards Townsend!

Chick's new tricks!

Townsend was almost scared to death! He lifted his toes and rolled up the carpet in front of him, enveloping most of the iron objects that were fired, but the last decorative iron shield still hit his chest, and the force was so great that it almost smashed him three meters away-like being shot with a shotgun while wearing body armor, Townsend was blackened in front of him, and he couldn't get up immediately.

But Townsend had seen that the black threads in the room had undergone a strange change after the ability had been activated, and they had moved in various ways until they had been arranged in another unstable state—as if they were reshuffling the cards.