Glancing at the crossbow arrow feathers exposed from her mouth, the Anomalous Master's gaze at the assassin had become as sharp as the tip of a knife, and her hands slowly lifted, weighing as much as a thousand pounds.

As if sensing her call, the messy black lines that filled the room stirred and began to reassemble. This time, however, the whirlpool of black silk was even larger, and one of the densest of them appeared right above Townsend's head!

Townsend knew that while she was casting her abilities slower than she was wearing gloves, she would be dead if she was allowed to do it again!

Do you have a way to counter this ability?!

"Don't panic! you've found so many clues, you can do it!" Townsend stared at the other party, his pupils reflecting every detail of her movements.

She raised her hand, she stretched out her arm, she spread her fingers, her fingers swirling in a certain pattern—no, he should have omitted all unnecessary procedures in the case of life and death, why was it the same as in practice?

Fishing, fishing! Is she looking for black silk thread?

A flash of surprise flashed in Townsend's eyes, and he saw that her fingers were evenly and combed across the void, and it was indeed a search—could she not see the black threads!?

A black thread that floated soothingly in the air was touched by the end of her fingers, and a hint of relief and joy passed over her face, and then, her fingers were firmly connected to the swollen silk thread, and a rhythm was transmitted along the black silk thread, and the end of the black silk thread was also dancing and whirling like a water sleeve in the room-huh?

What is she looking for with black silk thread? Is she looking for a whirlpool?!

Yes, she couldn't see the black thread directly, or she wouldn't have wasted her time with this "searching" fingering - the black thread was an extension of her fingers, and she was continuing to search for the vortex - the secret of the ability was in the vortex of the black thread!

The key has been found, and no matter what, she must be cut off from the Vortex - Townsend can't be supernatural, but he doesn't have to learn to do such a thing. Bet, life and death depend on this one!

As the black thread attached to the Anomalous Wizard's fingers fluttered over, Townsend erupted again - he tried to shove three fingers into the Anomalous Wizard's glove, his eyes split, and he grabbed head-on at the "Water Sleeve" floating above his head!

It felt very strange, as if what he had reached out to cut through was not air but years, and Townwend's mind was blank, and he even thought about his own life and death...... But when he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that the black silk thread was sticking to the glove.

Townsend succeeded!

The subtle feeling ran up his arm and rushed straight into Townsend's consciousness, and the thin black line seemed to whisper to him, telling him where there were companions, and where there were a large number of companions—and in an instant, the thin black line broke silently!

The black threads that filled the room trembled at the same time, becoming chaotic.

When the black thread in her hand broke—the Anomala's face was still tangled with endless anger, but her eyes were frozen in surprise, and the fire of fear was pouring out from the depths of her pupils. She's waiting for her defenseless now!

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

After Townsend rushed to the tub in an instant, his left hand reached out first, grabbed the back of the Ability's head and pressed it forward, directly pressing her head under the water, pressing her to the bottom of the basin between her legs and knees!

The dagger that flipped out of her right hand pierced her lung like lightning!

There were no accidents, no mistakes, and no superfluous sounds, and the Adeptist was immersed in water. Her left hand was dislocated, and her right hand, which was holding the edge of the basin, only wanted to move, and she was stabbed in the armpit—Townsend was expressionless, and his right hand was raised, and then stabbed!

In the hot water sprinkled with the petals, the blisters gradually thinned out, and the bright red was spreading, and in the less bright light, the color looked very eerie, accompanied by some essential oils and the fragrance of flowers...... And the black sight that was still floating in the cabin just now had completely disappeared before I knew it.

Townsend let go of the **, who no longer had life symptoms, and smiled disdainfully - after the ability was destroyed, the so-called ability master was just an ordinary person. Then he bent down, first dragging the blanket over the tub to prevent the blood from escaping, and then neatly wrapped a tarp around the Anomalist's personal belongings, including her gloves and a few bags of powder, tied to his waist.

Then, as he had come, Townsend rolled out of the porthole and launched with the rudder—taking a deep breath and observing his surroundings, he sank slowly into the water like a well-fed crocodile.

He went ashore according to the planned route, and the journey was smooth. It wasn't until twenty minutes later that the assassination of the Anomalous Division was discovered, and the troop carrier and the dock were in chaos!

But neither the hysteria of the lieutenant colonel nor the panic of the entire wing had anything to do with Townsend, who had just taken a shower and was eating sausages. In the eyes of his soldiers, the chief was sitting quietly by the fire, staring at the flickering flames in a daze, his eyes were very melancholy.

Unbeknownst to the spearheads, their commander was immersed in distant memories, of the bloodstained past of the first killing—a simple and ordinary border patrol without encountering armed smugglers.

“...... Headquarters! Headquarters! The patrol is being suppressed, and the enemy fire is fierce!"

"Sniper! Where are the snipers?!Cover us!"

"Kill that machine gun crew! Where are the snipers? Answer me!"

Townsend was holding a sniper rifle at the time, desperately climbing to the high ground, and then set up a robbery in the midst of a desperate call. It's hard for a soldier who has only shot a target to keep up with the speed of training, it's even harder to get a target with a scope, and pulling the trigger is undoubtedly the hardest thing to do - but he didn't expect that he had a talent for killing.

"Headquarters! The captain is wounded! They have mortars!"

"Is the sniper team in place!Townsend - what are you doing, uncle?"

"Bang!" the slender muzzle of the wandering gun finally erupted into flames, and a muffled gunshot rang through the battlefield.

"Enemy Commander - Shot!"

"Bang-bang!"

"Enemy machine gun crew - destroyed!"

"Bang-bang-bang!"

"Enemy mortar group - destroyed!"

"Bang-bang-bang-bang!"

"The enemy assault group is shot and killed -- the enemy guard group is shot and killed -- cease fire!

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!"

"Sniper ceasefire! Stay alive! Damn! Your uncle's Townsend, I can't get around you!"

With a dim memory, Townsend looked up at the twin moons in the sky. It's a different world, it's a different enemy, it's a big difference to kill something, but you're still talented.

Maybe, I can survive in this world, maybe, I can still live well?

"Yes, because ......" Townsend smiled at the corner of his mouth and replied softly: "My name is Townshend!

The bonfire was blazing, and the warm light of the fire reflected his determined and confident eyes.

In a few hours, the sky will be light, in a few hours, the war will come, and I, Townsend, I will live well!

――Author's note: The first episode of "The Law of the World" has been uploaded, and we will see you in the second episode!