At the same time, Locke, who had killed all the two patrols outside, picked up the guard's guns casually, and just held two guns in his hand, and walked directly through the main entrance of the villa.

The surveillance at the main entrance of the villa happened to see this picture, and Locke, dressed in armor, appeared at the main entrance, which surprised Seifer:

"The defensive firepower of the villa was arranged by her own hands, there are almost no dead ends, and if you enter from any angle, you will be found, but the person in front of you actually walked directly to the main entrance, which is also incredible."

The moment Locke opened the door, he was discovered, after all, his behavior was so arrogant that even ordinary people couldn't help but notice him suddenly appearing at the main entrance.

At this moment, all the people in the hall on the first floor looked at Locke together, dressed in black armor, as well as a helmet and a mask, standing at the door.

Self, who was staring at the surveillance, also looked at Locke, and found that he swept his gaze around very calmly.

Locke was just counting, there were forty-one people on the first floor, and each person's position and furniture had been recorded into his brain, and he began to analyze it along with the model of the gun path.

Everything happened in a short moment, and the guards in the villa finally reacted, regardless of whether the guy in black armor in front of him was crazy or took too many drugs, they were not ready to talk nonsense.

"Kill ......"

As soon as the man spoke, Locke had already made a move.

"Dada......"

Dense gunshots rang out like raindrops, and at this moment, Saifer, who was staring at the surveillance, saw an extremely terrifying phenomenon - dozens of people gathered together and couldn't hit a person who was close at hand.

The guy in armor walked around the bullet-ridden villa with two guns in his hand, as if he had fired a casual shot, without showing any rapid-fire skills or aiming at all, but someone was bound to fall to the ground.

Not a single bullet could hit him, and the man in front of him was like a ghost, carrying the winds of death from hell.

When he walked into the room, everyone was firing together, but the man, who was supposed to be beaten into a sieve, leisurely swam between the bullets.

The people here are all professionally trained elites, but all of them aim and shoot wildly, but they can't let the bullets chase his figure in the slightest, and all this in front of him seems to be the most absurd nightmare.

Locke was wandering around the villa at this time, relying on the guns and artillery martial arts that had reached the advanced level, even if the firepower points and firing angles that had been designed by the most professional personnel, he could not help him.

In Seifer's eyes, the man in armor, every movement seemed to mislead the people around him, as if he was a master magician, and you could never guess his next move.

From the first floor to the second floor, all the people rushed to support, but soon only half of them were left, and the two guns that Locke had just received from the guards were also out of ammunition.

Instead of pulling out his weapon from dimensional space, he threw away the two guns in his hand and looked at a man in front of him.

At this time, he was desperate in his heart, and in just a few moments, he emptied three magazines, and the barrel of the gun was already hot, but the bullets scattered like raindrops could not hit the person in front of him at all.

Until he saw Locke throw the gun in his hand, he seemed to grasp the straw that saved his life, and shouted: "He's out of bullets!" ”

As soon as he said this, he could no longer speak.

Locke passed by him, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and the other party had already fallen to the ground as if his soul had been sucked away.

The rest of the people just rose to hope, but soon fell into deeper despair, as they found that after Locke took out his knife, he was no less effective at killing, if not better.

Soon everyone fell to the ground, and Locke looked at a surveillance and smiled slightly: "What? You should be happy to meet me, right? ”

"Who the hell are you?" Taking a deep breath, Seifer barely managed to suppress the horror in his heart.

She is definitely well-informed, but this is the first time she has seen this ghostly scene, like the god of death who harvests life, and every time the blade is skimmed, someone will die completely.

"Let's go!" Watching Locke on surveillance walking upstairs, Seifer grabbed Peggy, untied the rope that tied her to the chair, lifted her up, opened the window, and planned to jump out of here.

"Click!"

"Brush!"

The sound of the door opening was accompanied by a glittering knife light, and there was a long wound on Seifer's leg, which also made her movements deformed, and she hit the window edge at once.

"Brush!" Another flash of swords, and a long knife stuck in the neck of the panicked surveillance officer.

Locke stepped up to the surveillance officer, pulled out the knife, and then looked at Seifer, who was holding Peggy in front of him and pointing a pistol at Peggy's head.

"How did you find here?" Seifer stared at Locke tightly, although he couldn't distinguish his identity with a suit of armor and a helmet, but Seifer intuitively knew that the person in front of him was Locke.

Locke looked up at Seifer and didn't reply, the ring flickered under the glove, and the next moment, a flash of light hit her eyes.

"Smack." The gun in Seifer's hand fell to the ground, and he covered his head and trembled on the ground.

"Okay, there's nothing going on." Locke picked Peggy up and rubbed her head, and the changed electronic voice made Peggy frown: "Your outfit is so ugly." ”

Smiling and not speaking, Locke came to the front of the surveillance and began to operate, quickly clearing all the information before looking at Seifer.

"Why don't you kill her?" Peggy asked quietly as she looked at Seifer who had regained his feet.

"At a young age, don't always talk about this kind of thing." Locke knocked on Peggy's head, then said to Cypher, "Clean up all traces here, and come see me tomorrow." ”

"Yes, my master." The Seifer in front of him nodded slowly and said to Locke very respectfully.

"It's ......" Peggy couldn't help but blink as she looked at Seifer standing in front of Locke with a loyal look.

"What the hell is going on?" Leaving the villa and getting into the car, Peggy looked at Locke and couldn't help but ask.

"A special spell."

Locke didn't explain too much, it was actually a kind of magic he learned from the queen in the fairy tale world.

It is possible to directly enslave a person's spirit and turn it into one's own slave without damaging normal thinking.

This spell can only be used on ordinary people, and it has no effect on magicians, and it is by this magic that the queen has relied on this magic to 'persuade' several nobles who oppose her and take control of the kingdom of Lorenth.

To be honest, this magic is somewhat vicious, and Locke hasn't tried it after learning it, but he doesn't have any psychological burden on using it on Seifer at the moment.

(End of chapter)