A bad Assassin always needs to think about how to kill when he kills, and when a good Assassin comes up with the word "kill" in his mind, the target is already dead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if we don't mention the inherent evil of human nature, Eitletta still has this phenomenon, and the four professions, even the seemingly good priests, have many people who are killers. They lurk in the darkness, and in order to survive and pay commissions, they become knives in the hands of others, slashing their own kind. But even so, the best of the killers were the Assassins, who were the only ones who developed assassination into a religion and an art.

The assassin uses special martial arts to open the bloodline of the shadow system, perceives death under the gift of the god of the underworld, and uses magic to cooperate with the bloodline and magic to complete stealth and covert control, and secretly assassinate. They have developed a unique system, this class was originally made for killing, and of the four classes, only the Assassin rating standard is independent of strength, and their rank (the first nine) is derived from their ability to assassinate the corresponding opponent with ease.

[Creeper] has a level of five, which means that he can kill other class members of level 5 with ease, and it also means that he has never missed a game - all the assassins who missed his hands have gone to prison and hell to "repent".

With his back against the wall, Jack felt that his body was very inflexible because of his nervousness, but he still stared and scanned left and right, and the alley was very blurry under the flickering fire and the dim night, and he couldn't find the [creeper]. On the opposite side of Jack, Tifa clamped two toned arms in front of his chest, stretched his hands forward, and staggered his feet slightly, making a vigilance pose in martial arts, ready to deal with the sneak attack of the [Creeper].

But [Creeper] is an assassin, and assassins kill people like a lion fighting a rabbit, and they use all their strength. They are adept at seizing on their opponents' flaws to kill them with one hit. In fact, Tifa's reaction had been unexpected—he had thought he would be able to do that just now, but his quick knife had been dodged.

Of course, this failure is not a miss, the reason why [Creeper] is [Creeper] is not because he has invincible strength, nor because he has invincible speed, but because he can flexibly change his attack style, skillfully apply huge psychological pressure to the target, accurately grasp the flaws of the target, and more importantly, he has a winning hole card that has never been seen before - everyone who has seen it is dead.

Creeper lay silently in the shadows of the wall, his eyes squinting at his target below, his afterglow scanning his surroundings, he noticed a foreign object on his wall, it was a diamond-shaped object, he hadn't seen it, but he was sure that it was newly embedded in the wall, and combined with the jointed man who had fallen to the ground, he could make a simple judgment - it might be some kind of mechanism, and in any case, it was enough for him to be vigilant.

It was as if we were in two worlds with the noisy square, the silent alley streaked through the hoarse wind, like the wail of a dying person, and the shadows of the clouds trembled in this wail towards despair,

Sweat curled into beads and slid down the tip of Jack's nose, and he looked up, as if nothing existed in the dim light, but he could still feel a faint threat, as if a knife was against his throat, making him tickle all over. It was a terrible feeling, but it also made Jack feel secretly excited.

His eyes turned, and when he looked at Tifa calmly, he suddenly caught a blur of light and shadow, like a cunning rabbit leaping, pouring down from the moon shadow on Tifa's head.

Be careful!

Jack's heart tightened, and he consciously wanted to shout, but before his voice could break through his throat, a cold light reflected the moon.

As if presciently, Tifa also turned around and elbowed back, just in time to hit the downward knife into the wall.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, Tifa had been able to detect the attack of the [Creeper] before, apparently, this time she also noticed it, and it could even be said that she sold a flaw and induced the enemy to attack.

Originally, Jack thought so, but then he saw Tifa's eyes full of warning, and the violent sense of crisis suddenly turned into a cold air that rushed up his spine, and [Star] also played a violent warning sound in his mind, as if the snake letter hissed, causing the muscles in his body to contract violently.

The knife that Tifa struck against the wall was just a knife, and its user was gone.

At this time, Jack has understood that it is not [Creeper] who is induced to reveal flaws, but him. The knife that attacked Tifa was just a lure to the enemy, and the opportunity that [Creeper] wanted to seize was the moment when Jack was concerned about Tifa's safety, which was a sound attack, but Jack knew it too late.

A vague figure appeared in front of him, the slashing knife less than 20 centimeters from his forehead. At this point, his muscles were in full relaxation.

The fear of dying made Jack tremble, he felt his muscles stiffen, as if he had become a wooden man, but after all, he was no longer the peaceful technosaur who had just arrived in the other world, and the experience of being in crisis many times had made his mind grow, and he also understood better what fear was.

A crisis is an opportunity, and all Jack has to do is seize it!

He used the [world] that he wanted to keep as the final hole card of the comeback, well, intuitively, it was the last moment to turn the game.

Everything stood still, and the world drained all his mana, making him throb all over, but it was only an instant, and he knew that his time was short, and since he had used two preservation techniques before, the time stop time left for him was only 0.6 seconds.

The snowy knife was still in the air, the red-haired [Creeper] also hung in the air with his legs bent, and the eyes he showed from the black viscarf were as plain as water, without a trace of murderous aura, nor a little popularity, as if wielding a knife like this was just a knife, not a murder, but if it weren't for his emotions being so restrained, Jack would not have been attacked by him.

[Star] completed the calculation in 0.001 seconds, at this time [Creeper] is at the highest point of its forward jump, judging from his movements, its kinetic energy at this time is the smallest, that is, it is at the time when the old force is about to run out and the new force is not born, and behind [Creeper], is Lucy, who has long fallen to the ground.

Jack, of course, doesn't forget that there was also a bomb right in Lucy's jacket pocket.

Now, his best solution is to pounce on Lucy and then disable the Preservation Technique so that the bomb can blow up both the Creeper and Lucy to ashes, and the other option is to shoot the Head with a gun, but the knife may still be able to cut Jack's head in two by inertia.

Is it to use other people's lives to build a path for their own survival, or to save other people's right to live and expose themselves to risks?

Jack does not have the power to decide the life and death of others, nor does he have the power to judge others for good or evil. Lucy may be a demon believer, but Jack doesn't know about his past, and Creeper may be a killer, but Jack doesn't know if he does good every day.

He had to make a choice, so he made a choice.

He's a demon believer, and he's a killer, Jack convinces himself in his heart.

Jack sighed and threw himself forward.

He's a demon and a killer.

(This chapter is written in the car.,I'm so dizzy.,Ask for a ticket for a collection~)

He's not Batman.

Probably not anymore.