"I hope that the enemy will not be able to evacuate smoothly."

As Grandin made two wishes, the 'Spell of Destiny' flipped in the air ran out of power, crumpled and turned black. It's hard to describe, and the unnoticed ripples sweep across the streets.

"Squeak-bang!"

A large red and white striped parasol in front of a store, the buckle was broken due to rust, and the flexible umbrella surface suddenly opened under the action of the spring. The parabolic grenade collided with the umbrella surface and bounced off a second time, deviating from its original landing point and striking diagonally on the iron gate of a single-story temporary warehouse.

"Boom!"

A shocking explosion rang out violently.

Because it is a temporary warehouse for storing goods, no one stays there. But because it was a temporary warehouse, no one could say exactly what was piled up inside.

The fishy smell of blubber is not evident here, and the first thing people on the street see is a yellowish liquid flowing from the warehouse, followed by billowing black smoke from the warehouse door and through the broken windows into the sky.

Then a second, more violent explosion completely lifted the roof of the warehouse, and a large amount of white dust was thrown into the air with sparks, and then drifted to the earth in a flutter.

The glass of the surrounding houses was not spared, all shattered into crystal shards, and no one could stand smoothly in the blast. In the overturned and smashed wire cages, a large number of chickens, ducks and other birds were freed, and they flapped their wings, frightened and made the streets even more chaotic.

"It's all an accident, and it has nothing to do with me."

On the gray streets, Grandin pressed his hat and secretly put away the residue of the 'Destiny Charm' with a sneering expression.

"At least no one was hurt."

As if trying to convince himself, he stressed again.

On the spire of the building at the highest point of the commercial street, the iron-gray cold horn bird's eyes are smart, and the beak of the bird opens and closes from time to time, as if it is adding food.

"What's wrong? What happened! ”

Milton was half-crouched, his face dazed, he hadn't recovered from the successive explosions. Ademisor, on the other hand, had a premonition, and he curled up with his head in his hands, leaning against the corner, unfazed by any impact.

"I just seem to see ......"

Before Milton could recall, Grandin quickly interrupted:

"This is an opportunity! Milton covers me, I'm going to keep the guys. ”

He took the gun and dodged out of cover.

The True Creator believers, who were closer to the explosion, were scattered by the air wave, and many of the disciples lost their balance and fell dizzy, which was a good opportunity for him.

As long as the other side does not form a network of fire, sporadic gunfire cannot pose a threat to him.

Grandin hurried closer, and he was on the lookout for the sharpshooter in the cultist's ranks.

In the middle of the street, the priest who had been affected by the explosion was lying on the ground, and he did not rush to get up, but remained in a lying position, observing the position of the strip with the corner of his eye.

He believes that the other party will definitely not let go of this opportunity, and as long as Tiaozi dares to approach, he will have a way to make this guy who dares to tease him pay the price, the price of death!

Behind the collapsed wooden box on the left side of the street, Marian, who had served in the army, hid here during the second explosion.

He knew that in order to ensure that the team retreated safely, someone had to stay behind, and he believed that he was the most suitable person. And while procrastinating, he can also try to kill the other party.

It was just an accident last time, and this time Sliver didn't have the good luck to dodge his sniping again.

The violent explosion put a pause in the gunfire in the street, and Grandin cautiously approached as he stared at the unconscious priest on the ground. Suddenly, his spirit tightened, as if he was being targeted by a cold-blooded poisonous snake spitting letters. Relying on his instincts, he quickly turned the muzzle of his gun and aimed it to the right.

Behind the messy wooden box, there was a man hidden!

At the moment when Grandin was distracted, the middle-aged priest who was lying on the ground and pretending to be unconscious seized the opportunity to burst out with one hand, and his other hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe had already turned into a mass of black mud. The substance soon covered his chest again, like a pair of armor.

Behind the box, Marian took the lead and pointed his gun at Grandin's head. He pulled a smile on his face that didn't have much warmth.

The priest was extremely fast, and in pursuit of the kill, he kicked his legs and ejected, and stabbed Grandin in the neck with his right hand.

Marian didn't hesitate any longer, and when he saw the other side turn his gun here, he pulled the trigger first.

But when the pistol came from the familiar vibration, at that moment, there was another person between his crosshair and the strip.

"Huh?"

"Phew!"

The shot from behind caused the priest to freeze in mid-air for a moment, stunned in disbelief, and then he was drained of all his strength, and he fell to the ground, rolled twice, and buried his face in the sinkhole motionless.

In his pocket, the two 'Charms of Doom' faded from all magic and became ordinary pennies again.

"Huh?"

"Phew!"

The sudden accident made Grandin stunned for a moment, but the emotionless 'machine' would not hesitate to shoot. A bullet was sent into the sharpshooter's head, which was hidden behind the wooden crate.

What's going on, is the priest still a good man?

Grandin was impressed, and prepared to make up for the priest's head. But before he could make a move, the screams and angry curses had already sounded, and the recovered cultists shot and suppressed them again, and at the same time divided their men to rush forward and rescue the fallen priest.

Grandin leaned low, his legs swinging alternately, dodging all the bullets as he ran. As he sprang up and scurried behind the cover, he flicked his gun and sniped blindly, knocking down the two lucky ones who rushed to the front.

"Very good, if the punisher doesn't speed up, he can only come and wash the floor."

When he hid behind the wooden crate to reload, he sighed in his heart.

After the loss of the sharpshooter, Grandin's pressure was greatly reduced, and even without the help of the enthusiastic citizens, he was confident that he would keep all the cultists.

Just as he was relaxed and aimed his gun at the chest of another cultist, Father Huo Ran, who was lying on the ground, got up, covered his back with one hand, and staggered and quickly rushed towards his team.

"The Extraordinary!"

Grandin's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't believe that ordinary people could be so alive after being shot.

At that moment, he shuddered, and a strange feeling swept through his body, making him look at the house in the middle of the street, where the regional office was.

The priest staggered to his children, to the Lamb of the Lord, to the intermittent sound of gunfire.

"What happened today is so strange! Missionaries come across strips of workers' clothes. No, he's not a strip, that weird feeling of vertigo...... He's the Extraordinary, he's from the Storm Church? These lackeys of the false gods are moving again, and I have to tell that to the sir. ”

"That stronghold is no longer safe, we need to move."

"Why did Marjan betray me? Why are you shooting at me? ”

Countless thoughts flashed through the priest's mind, and the bullet left in his body made him ache with every step, but he could already see the anxious and surprised faces of the faithful.

The priest suppressed his pain, a reassuring smile brewing on his face.

But as he passed the street office unsuspectingly, the closed wooden door suddenly opened, and a hand reached out like lightning, and Hodi wrapped it around his neck while the other hand was pressed against the liver of his body.

Everyone couldn't react, they could only watch the priest's body shake, and then his smile froze and slowly softened.

With excellent eyesight, Grandin saw a man in light blue overalls with armbands on his arms, and the cuff of his right hand was quickly retracted by a silver-white light. Then he pressed his hat down and retreated into the shadows of the room again.

"Priest!"

"O Lord! Please punish that sinner! ”

The death of the leader drove the remaining cultists into a frenzy, and they rushed out from behind cover, Grandin took the opportunity to take down two more men, and the rest all rushed into the house.

There was a brief rush of fighting in the house, then it went silent again. Behind the open door, it was as if a terrifying monster was waiting for the next bloody feast with its mouth open.

"Crackle!"

As one of the pillars in the warehouse burned off, half of the house collapsed, and the orange fire reflected Grandin's solemn face.

He knew that the man who assassinated the priest was the same regional head he had spoken to not long ago, but he couldn't remember the person's face!

He suspected that he had been interfered with by some kind of force, and he had lost some of his memories.

Grandin reminisced as he watched. From the time he entered the shopping street to the time when the priest assassinated and the cultists were completely wiped out, he did not let go of the slightest detail.

In the end, he was puzzled to find that his memory was coherent and had not been added to or deleted.

No, it's not that someone has altered my memory, it's that I didn't pay attention to that person's face from the beginning, as if he didn't have a face......

Thinking about it, Grandin raised his head and looked at the house with even more jealousy.

"What, how's it going?" Milton asked as he walked over with a gun and Ademisol was not far behind him, reloading.

Milton gasped for breath, and his muscles were now aching as the adrenaline subsided, and for a moment he feared:

"Goddess bless, I'm just a 'voyeur' with no frontal combat ability!" ’

"Do you remember the person in charge who spoke to you? Remember what he looked like? Grandin lowered his gun, but remained wary at the office, staring into the shadows behind the door.

"Remember...... Strange, what does he look like? Ademisol do you remember? Milton pondered for a moment, then asked rhetorically.

Ademisor finally finished reloading the revolver, and when he heard this question, he was also puzzled. When Grandin turned to look at him, he shook his head.

"You see, here's the problem, none of us remember what he looked like. Just now, he stabbed the priest to death with a dagger. ”

Grandin recalled the flash of the knife light on the man's cuff, and suddenly felt a little familiar, like his own Hidden Blade!

Assasin ...... Freedom ...... Assassin Brotherhood.

The nouns flashed through his mind one by one:

Could it be that this is also Russell's pot? He created an Assassin Order?

Grandin temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, turned back to the two members of the team and commanded:

"I'm going to watch behind this house, and you're staying here, and I think the substitute will be there soon...... If there is a situation, fire a warning shot, but don't stop the other person. ”

He specially added the last sentence to prevent the two rookies from giving away their heads in vain.

Seeing that things had calmed down, some of the bold Enmats had opened the door and were looking out into the room.

Grandin cocked his collar, lowered his hat again, and then shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Citizens, please stay at home quietly and wait for the follow-up results! Please don't go out on the streets, repeat, please don't go out on the streets, criminals are still on the run! ”

Grandin shouted as he pressed down Ademisore's hat to prevent him from being seen by more people. Milton apparently understood this, too, and he pulled a handkerchief from his clothes and wrapped it around his face.

The fire on the side of the warehouse grew smaller and did not spread to the surrounding area, and after confirming that the fire would not cause more damage, Grandin went into the alley and from there went around to the back of the house.

But now that the movement is so loud, the assassin has already escaped through the back door......

With that in mind, he stayed in the back of the house until the Substitute Squad arrived.

The substitute came this time with two teams of people, and they were neatly dressed in police uniforms.

After briefly understanding the situation and confirming that no one had escaped from the house, they left a team of members to monitor outside, and the rest of the people attacked directly from the front and back doors.

The substitute did not attempt divination, nor did he make a more detailed plan.

This brave gesture made the corners of Grandin's mouth twitch, and he walked back to the main entrance of the house with nothing to do for the time being. Milton and Ademisore were standing in the shadows in the corner when they saw him appear and the two waved together.

Three horse-drawn carriages were parked in front of the office with the police system logo on them. Several real police officers are pulling cordons to prevent residents from approaching, and some officers are carrying record books and going door-to-door to count the losses of residents.

It seems that the substitute and the local police agency have in-depth cooperation.

The night watch team does not have this treatment, and they have to prepare their own vehicles, and there will be no police to cooperate with the case.

The streets that had just been depressed had come alive again, and the sounds of shouting, bargaining, and talking were so mixed that he almost thought he was back half an hour ago.

With a shrill whistle, a large four-horse truck pulled into the street, this is a fire truck, and two firefighters wearing bright yellow hard-brimmed hats are standing on the roof of the car to prepare.

Grandin looked at it with interest for a moment. In addition to being equipped with a ladder and a fire axe, the vehicle was found to have a water storage tank pulled behind it.

Firefighters grabbed phlogistin-powered steam pump water cannons, and the flames in the warehouse were quickly extinguished by the high-pressure water jets.

At that moment, the members of the substitute punisher team who had rushed into the house also walked out of the room, and the lead punisher captain and one of the police officers whispered a few words, and then turned their gaze to Grandin and them.

He walked with his back straight and strode towards it.