After dinner, Bernadette was ready to take a look around the various bars to see if there were any windfalls.

Come to the Lucky Ones Bar in the Beckland Bridge district near the West Byron Docks.

In the evening, the bars were bustling with people from the low-level gangsters who had nothing to do, and the drunken thugs who had no family and lived a day, were partly sitting in their seats, sipping cheap beers. Some of them gathered around the boxing ring, either shouting loudly or scolding angrily, paralyzing a life without hope with a brief stimulus.

Bernadette walked to the bar and used a special code word to indicate that she had come to the boss to exchange news about the bounty mission.

She was taken to a billiard room, which was empty, with only a pool table, and there were no noisy guests around.

Just when Bernadette was taken to the billiard room by the bartender, an ordinary drinker sitting in a dark corner of the bar, drinking Southwell beer idly, suddenly perked up, hurriedly took out a portrait from his pocket, looked at it carefully for a while, and carefully recalled the woman who had just approached the bar, her height, her dress, and her face, all right! That's her!

The drinker got up excitedly, trotted out of the bar, and ran towards the location of a sub-unit of MI9.

Bounty! Big bounty!

The drinker ran faster and faster.

Soon, the three Extraordinary Men of MI9 arrived on the battlefield with the seals.

Bernadette was taken to the empty billiard room to wait, but the owner did not show up.

Bernadette was keenly aware of the anomaly, and she was considering whether to leave immediately to avoid trouble, or stay here and wait for the accident to come to the door, and then follow it backwards to find clues.

Bernadette waited patiently in the billiard room, not going out of the room to ask the bartender because the boss didn't show up.

After a few more moments, Bernadette suddenly felt three men with obvious ill intent quickly approaching her room.

A sudden gust of wind whistled at a figure, slamming open the closed door and heading straight for Bernadette, lightning shining through his eyes and the seal he was holding.

Psychic piercing!

Lightning strike!

Without waiting to see the enemy's reaction, the wind under his feet disappeared, and countless light but sharp wind blades swirled out from a military trumpet-like object in the man's hand, spinning at high speed, rolling towards the enemy.

The enforcers of MI9 are in line with the idea of attacking first, taking them by surprise and gaining the upper hand, and they will attack a series of attacks as soon as they strike.

Just as the enforcers were about to break down the door, Bernadette held out a hand with an illusory matchstick about the length of a pen, its round head suddenly bursting silently with orange flames.

The flames flickered, and the enforcers of MI9 continued to output with all their might, unaware.

The enemy in front of him was immediately cut by the wind blade and bruised all over his body, the lightning strike paralyzed the enemy, and the mental piercing also brought great mental damage to the enemy.

Seeing the woman in front of him fall to the ground, unable to move, the law enforcer who took the lead in was very satisfied with his results and thought about whether to make up for another "captivity".

The two law enforcers who followed had already arrived at this time, cautiously stepped into the room, and saw their companion who had arrived first, standing directly stunned and smirking not far from the door.

Something invisible seemed to have been punctured in the room, and the first enforcer to arrive suddenly disappeared before his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment to see the woman who was expected to be arrested standing in place with a large and strangely lit match.

One of the enforcers who entered later immediately used his ability to "corrode", intending to make the enemy appear greedy, aggressive, and other negative psychology and emotions, and it was easy to make irrational choices in battle.

Another enforcer draws his pistol and starts shooting, using both "weakened" and "megalomania". He took bullets fired at the enemy as a bribe.

With Bernadette's abilities and personality, it would have been easy to kill these three extraordinary beings, but she didn't want to. She just wants to find more clues through the follow-up actions of these people.

Bernadette dodged attacks with ease, and for a former martial arts scholar, Bernadette wasn't just good at magical attacks, she was just as athletic.

After the hallucinations vanished, the first intruder to break in immediately joined the fight after a moment of stunnedness, clenching the seal in his hand, bringing its long, thin mouth close to his lips and blowing hard.

The seal was in the form of a brass-colored shiny bugle with long tubes that circled around for two weeks, circled in an easy-to-grip oval.

As the user blew the trumpet, the roar of the waves mixed with the rumbling thunder came, and Bernadette was stunned for a moment, while his two companions were directly stunned in place.

The sound of the trumpet suddenly changed, and it made a noisy and unpleasant tone, as if scratching the blackboard with a finger or scraping the glass with a knife.

Bernadette's brain was buzzing suddenly, which was much more uncomfortable than the thunder that shook the spirit.

Bernadette, who was unwilling to dwell too much and intended to leave immediately, suddenly stood up, kicked the enforcer with the military horn to the ground, and then swaggered out of the smashed door.

The two enforcers, who were stunned in place, did not have time to protest to their companions, and hurried out the door, only to find that there was no one in the empty bar, and they immediately ran out of the door of the bar.

At night, there were not many pedestrians on the streets of the Beckland Bridge district, and there was no trace of the woman at all.

The enforcer who had chased him out returned to the bar and saw his companion with the bugle seal walking over with his waist and twisting his body, he was the only one of the three who was injured.

The woman kicked him hard and hit him in the side, and he felt that his back was about to break, and maybe his internal organs were bleeding.

When his companions saw his pitiful appearance, they could not say anything to reproach.

The three of them looked at each other silently for a while, and one of them said:

"Let's go back, this woman's sequence is not low, I guess there may be a demigod level."

"We've messed up, will the Commissioner ......," said another companion with some hesitation.

"Demigod-level extraordinary, how could we have beaten it, it's good that we can go back alive." The enforcer, who was clutching his waist, grinned and said, "I feel like I need treatment." ”

"You'd better use that seal less." "You are impulsive like a savage of Fursac, and it will kill you sooner or later." ”

Just as the three of them were summing up the battle just now and discussing the follow-up plan, a well-proportioned figure with slender legs was sitting leisurely on a high chair, quietly watching them.

She wears a strange-looking hat on her head, a product of the underworld, with a sense of death and nothingness.

The figure under the hat and the three enforcers were nothing.