At about half past four in the afternoon, Ademisore walked out of a Dixi pie shop in the East End with a satisfied face, ending the day's afternoon tea.

He found the store on the basis of an advertisement in the newspaper Tingen.

Ademisol has personally verified that the newspapers are not all false advertisements, and that the Dixi pies made by this shop are indeed very good.

The golden appearance of the Dixi pie is very appetizing just by looking at it, and when you bite into it, the crispy crust of the pie with the rich filling will instantly amaze his taste buds.

Paired with sweet iced tea with just the right amount of sweetness, people can't help but moan comfortably.

He silently memorized the address of the pie shop, touched the pouches that were bulging under his left and right armpits, and walked towards the public bus stop not far away.

Taking the public carriage to the opposite side of the Dragon Bar, Ademisore identified the direction and was about to walk to Warehouse 61 when he suddenly had a feedback, and he subconsciously looked at the Dragon Bar diagonally opposite.

A man with a round face pushed open the door of the dragon bar in a panic, and quickly turned into an alley, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Ademisor frowned at this scene and did not react.

A moment later, several horse-drawn carriages with the special badges of the National Police Department rushed quickly, and the drivers maneuvered the horses to skillfully brake and stopped steadily at the door of the Dragon Bar.

More than a dozen men streamed out of several carriages, each with a large gray-and-white mechanical case and a long, intricately constructed rifle in their hands.

Steam high-pressure rifles!

The term popped into Ademisore's mind, and he saw several acquaintances emerge from the carriage, his teammate Charlemagne Cordell, and the last time he saw Hearts of the Machine, Hamilton and Brienne.

There was also a man and a woman, the man was short and sturdy, wearing a black trench coat, and he acted vigorously.

The lady has white hair and black eyes, although her appearance is ordinary, but her temperament is very outstanding, and with that bright hair color, she is very conspicuous in the crowd.

Cohenley White the "Sleepless" and Sigatyan, another "midnight poet" among the night watchers.

Ademisol combined the plot of the original book to instantly match the two, and his heart suddenly flashed, recalling the round-faced young man who had fled before.

"Instigator" Tris!

Charlemagne, who was diagonally across the street, looked around without a trace, and quickly spotted Ademisore across the street.

"Ademisor!" He waved a loud hello and walked briskly down the street.

"What a coincidence, you happen to be here, and we need your help." Charlemagne whispered with a serious face.

He quickly recounted how the informant found the "instigator" Tris, but was detected by the other party and escaped.

Then his eyes were full of hope and said:

"Can you help search for the other party's traces?"

Ademisor nodded and immediately agreed.

Gathering with the rest of the official Extraordinaire members, Charlemagne briefly introduced his teammates and hurriedly urged him to track him down.

Ademisore took a deep breath, emptied his brain, and said silently in his mind, "Tris's location." ”

Inspiration quickly gave instructions, and he took a quick step to catch up in the direction that Triss had just fled, followed by the other five official extraordinaries and several members of the National Police Agency's special forces armed with high-pressure steam guns.

Without stopping along the way, Ademisore made quick and accurate choices at every intersection or alleyway, and shortly after chasing him into the Southside, the group spotted Tris in a dimly lit alley.

Without the slightest hesitation, several members of the Special Operations Unit of the National Police Agency quickly opened fire on the "instigator" not far away, and several high-pressure steam rifles swallowed a series of tongues of fire, and countless bullets flew towards Tris.

Hearing the gunfire behind him, Tris did not panic, his body was as light as a feather, and he dodged the bullets with dexterous steps, like a skilled dancer.

The wall behind him left a series of bullet holes, and rubble and dirt splattered.

Extremely fast speed and evasive ability, this is the ability of the "assassin".

"The things of the night will be born, and the trees will whisper."

"The wind blows from the sky."

"The glittering water surface of the golden carpet at dusk wrinkled the dark waves of the night."

The "Midnight Poet" Sigaton resounded with a muffled chanting of poetry.

A feeling of drowsiness quickly appeared in Tris's head, and he even slowed down to dodge.

Poof.

He was hit by a bullet in the arm, but the intense pain instantly brought him to his senses.

Suddenly turning around, Tris's round face was full of grievances, and he looked like a sad big boy.

"I've done something wrong, you're going to kill me."

The sound of Sigaton chanting poetry stopped abruptly, and several members of the special forces also let go of the trigger, their muzzles down, and guilty expressions appeared on their faces.

Ademisore felt the same pity in his heart, but he quickly came to his senses because of the conflict between this pity and his preset action command.

This is the method he figured out from Roy King's reply, maintaining the "machine" state, he can pre-set the instructions to make the result as expected, and avoid all external interference.

To some extent, it is maintaining the stability of fate.

Just like before tracking down Tris, he skillfully entered the "machine" state and gave instructions in his mind: find and capture Tris.

All subsequent actions are completed around this directive goal, which can ensure that he is not disturbed.

He has benefited from his ability to quickly and decisively choose the right route at intersections and alleyways.

Ademisor, who came to his senses, quickly woke up Charlemagne and Kornley beside him.

"Be careful not to be fooled by him." His cold voice sounded, like a basin of cold water poured down, quickly waking up the others.

Tris snorted softly, frowned, and looked deeply at Ademisor.

Immediately, he charged up his legs and slammed forward, speeding up even further, and ran out of the alley in a few breaths.

"Keep chasing!" Siga, who came to his senses, gritted his teeth and let out a low cry and quickly chased after him, but never saw Triss again.

Guided by inspiration, Ademisor led the group all the way down Iron Cross Street, where they finally stopped in front of a townhouse with an off-white façade.

"That's where my inspiration points to." Ademisor said to Charlemagne in a deep voice.

The other party nodded and made a stealthy gesture, and several members of the official Extraordinaire quickly prepared for battle.

Bang!

The National Police Department's special forces, armed with high-pressure steam rifles, quickly broke through the gate, and "Sleepless" Kornley and "Sailor" Charlemagne rushed in first.