Taryn led a standard team of five people and hurried into the corner of Black Olive Street. It was too dark, and behind him, a young MI9 agent looked up at the shape of the clouds and whispered, "It looks like a rainstorm." ”

The surrounding people had been evacuated in advance, and a group of six of them followed the street number to find apartment 18B. Before stepping onto the narrow staircase, Taryn turned around, looked around at his teammates, and said in a deep voice: "Finally, repeat, the target and his accomplices are extremely dangerous, and direct kills are allowed, everything is done with the safety of the people and themselves first, understand?" ”

The team members responded in unison in a small but clear voice: "Understood! ”

Immediately afterward, two team members with phlogiston backpacks and steam high-pressure rifles were at the front, with Taryn in the center, and the remaining three team members guarding a sealed hall at the back of the team.

They climbed the stairs in this formation, keeping a distance from the wooden door, which looked very fragile. Several people exchanged glances, and after five seconds of silent counting, the two team members with rifles raised the barrel of the gun as thick as an adult's wrist and aimed it at the door, and tacitly deducted the plate machine at the same time.

"Boom!"

The two gunshots overlapped into a deafening sound, and a huge amount of vapor gas gushed out from the exhaust port with a compartment at the rear of the rifle, and a hazy foggy white instantly flooded the entire corridor.

In order to avoid the hottest moment of steam, Taryn and the others stood slightly back, waiting for the steam to escape a little to the sides of the corridor before rushing forward.

But then they were shocked to find that the wooden door was still standing in place, seemingly unscathed.

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In the room, the eyes of the three people were locked on the door, and their expressions were different.

"Steam high-pressure rifle." Francoyer's tone was very firm, but his face turned slightly pale, "This controlled weapon...... It will almost exclusively be rationed to the military and intelligence agencies. ”

Although Douglas's expression was also tense, he didn't panic too much, and just turned his head to look at Winkel: "Is this a side effect of your seal?" ”

After all, for now, the wooden door that had been bombarded with heavy weapons remained intact with an inexplicable logic, showing no signs of breakage.

This means that people from outside will not be able to enter for a short time.

The red-haired hunter let out a long "um" "yes, it can isolate the enclosed space it is in from the outside world, including the corresponding spirit world. If you want to break this blockade, you can only rely on the power of the mysterious side...... Probably to the extent that I struck with all my might. ”

Brother Storm looked around the room, it was indeed very closed, the only entrance and exit was the door, not even a window. He couldn't help but complain: "The safe house you picked, is there no safe passage?" ”

Douglas shook his head. As an "apprentice" who picks locks through walls as naturally as eating and drinking, where does he need such a thing as a safe passage.

The problem at hand is no longer a safe passage that can be solved. He and Winkel met in their eyes, and both read some suspicion and wariness in them.

But then, Winkel raised his hands slightly and made a gesture of surrender, and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's too late to doubt each other at this time, it's better to think about whether to fight or flee." ”

Seeing the other party's body language to avoid internal conflict, Douglas's left hand, which was secretly clenched behind his back, slowly relaxed.

Although it is unknown what reason Taryn used to mobilize the forces of MI9 and how he obtained the address, the current situation no longer allows for disagreements between the two of them.

He raised his hand and pointed to the wall opposite the door: "There are houses on the left and right, if you want to break through, you can only break this wall and go to the next street." ”

As he spoke, his gaze fell apologetically to the third person in the room: "Francoiser, you have nothing to do with this matter, I will take you to a safe place immediately after breaking the blockade, you can take the opportunity to leave." ”

"Huh?" François, who had been listening intently to the movement outside the door and always vigilant, suddenly had a hint of joy on his face.

Indeed, whether it is a witch or a hunter, it actually has nothing to do with him.

As long as he is not caught by MI9, he will not be able to find out about the inside of the Storm Church, and he will not be able to find out about Francois.

But when the words of promise were about to be spoken, François hesitated.

"......What if," he asked, unsure, as his Adam's apple slid his Adam's apple, "I mean if, if you get caught or whatever, I'll ......."

"Wait a minute," Douglas interrupted him at once, his expression indescribable, "and give us a blessing instead of a curse." ”

The tall punisher took a deep breath, suddenly took off his coat, tore it, and covered the lower half of his face with one of the cloths.

In the face of the surprised eyes of the other two, François said firmly: "I'm not leaving, come on, let's solve this together." ”

"But ......"

"Enough! I'm an adult and I'm able to make decisions for myself. He whispered a little irritably, "You don't want to think about it, there are only three of us 'traversers' in the whole of Beckland, if something happens to you tonight, how can I find a way to go back by myself?" ”

In the previous dozens of minutes of communication, François, who had been overwhelmed by the level of sequences and seals, finally let go of his initial arrogance, listened carefully to Winkel and Douglas exchanging information and making plans, and contributed some new ideas to them from time to time.

The mentality of thinking that he was the protagonist of the era since the time traveled gradually shook in the exchange with the "time-traveler" who also came from that extremely developed era.

He thought that his crossing was an accident, an accident with nowhere to reason; Before adjusting to the new name "François", he had many sleepless nights to think about his misfortunes.

It's just that this kind of unwillingness and panic was once buried by the trivial things of life, and was covered by the light of the extraordinary world. When he had read all the church materials he could get his hands on and didn't find the slightest clue about "crossing over", his heart was already cold.

If he hadn't met the note in English, and if he hadn't met these two unlucky people who had the same fate as himself, Françoyer would probably have lied to himself for the rest of his life.

How fun it is to lie to yourself about your extraordinary existence, and there is nothing wrong with lying to yourself about life here.

But, but—

As if explaining, as if talking to himself, he let out a long breath and laughed self-deprecatingly: "The feeling of being left behind once is enough, I don't want to try a second time!" ”

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Outside the door, Tyron's palm touched the surface of the wooden door inch by inch, the rough ring-like texture scraping against the skin, and the "sheriff's" sensing ability constantly fed back the surrounding information to him.

He was obviously thinking, too, "Is there something unusual in the street opposite?" ”

"No, sir, everything is fine."

After nodding, Taryn stepped back and calmly arranged, "The encirclement has been contracted, and the other teams have been notified to strengthen their precautions, and we will activate the seal." ”

"Yes, sir!"

The agents, whose entire attention was focused on the strange door, didn't notice that their commander had quietly taken something out of his pocket and held it tightly in his palm.

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"Just go out through the main entrance." Winkel clasped his arms to his chest and insisted on his thoughts, "Since they are here from MI9, they must have enough manpower to surround them, and only surprise can disrupt their plans." ”

Her ideas were clearly beyond the expectations of her two teammates. Françoyer reminded: "But according to common sense, the frontal aggression is the strongest......"

The hunter grinned and made a mocking voice, "I'm not you, little sailor, I'm sure I'm stronger than them. ”

God little sailor...... Francois's expression froze, but he heard Winkel continue: "Moreover, it is obviously impossible for the witch to blend into the team of the ninth division of the army, she will definitely wait in the close distance under the cover of the inner ghost, waiting for me to escape from the encirclement and relax the moment I move." ”

"And you," Winckel, with his long dark red hair and sharp eyebrows, nodded his gaze at Douglas and François, "and while I was drawing their attention, we moved to a higher place to look, determined the location of the witch, and then we got rid of her together." ”

"But there's no evidence for 'the witch will solve you single-handedly', so it's just speculation, right?"

"So what? Anyway, we don't have any more information, and the plan just now has been done in vain, so let's listen to Russell the Great, 'go the enemy's way, let the enemy have no way out'! ”

…… This kind of millennial old stalk is also copied, Russell the Great is really not particular!

Douglas complained secretly, and at the same time switched the "wriggling hunger" to the traveler's soul, ready to "travel" at all times.

His right hand rested on François's shoulder, ready to take him on a brief journey through the spirit realm, avoiding the edge for a while.

Winkel, who was the attacker, was at the front. I saw a layer of crimson flames rise up and cover her arms, and then the layers of flames condensed into a huge fist of fire with the hunter's sudden movement of twisting his waist and crotch, and smashed the door panel with a bang.

And the moment when the inner and outer spaces communicated and reunited, and the spiritual world returned to normal, Douglas's spiritual intuition suddenly trembled.

The scattered flames, the fragments of the wooden door, and the figure of Winkel in front of him obscured too much vision, and he didn't think much about it, and immediately urged his spirituality, so that the human skin glove in his left hand suddenly turned into a transparent and shimmering starlight to launch a "journey", carrying himself and Francois's figures faint with them, as if they were about to melt into the air.

But in the next second, a long, cold scream pierced into the minds of the three of them with a bone-chilling chill, bringing pain as if someone had inserted it into the temple with an iron hammer, and involuntarily let out a cry of pain or shouting, and all movements, including the transmission of spirits, were interrupted by this scream that directly attacked the spirit.

Douglas, who had failed in his "trip" and suffered mental turmoil, reluctantly opened his eyes, saw the muzzle of the black hole of the steam high-pressure rifle outside the door, saw Taryn who was the first to rush into the room, and saw the MI9 agent behind him holding a strange-shaped bone flute to his mouth and preparing to blow it again.

His first thought was to reach out and grab Francois's shoulder, who had lost contact with him as he bent over in pain from screaming.

No matter what kind of seal it is, as long as it escapes the attack range, it is equivalent to not existing!

But immediately afterward, Douglas felt a chill down his spine, and felt that some kind of illusory existence had invaded his body with a cold aura, interfering with his movements. His outstretched right hand suddenly swayed stiffly and comically as if he was unsure whether to stretch out or retract.

Within a second of delay, although Winkel and Francoiser had initially escaped the effects of the screams, Douglas was never able to launch a "trip" to escape!

At this moment, Tyron, who was stopped by Winkel at the door, did not try to break through at the first time, but took advantage of the chaos of the scene, clenched his right hand violently, and crushed a gem with magnificent brilliance that had been hidden in the palm of his hand.

With a soft "click", a blood-colored illusory door that exceeded the expectations of both parties suddenly appeared on the ground, bursting with dazzling brilliance.

Both MI9 agents and Winkel instinctively closed their eyes to avoid being affected by the light.

By the time the agent at the end of the line, who was holding the seal of the bone flute, opened his eyes, all he was left with was the empty room that had been destroyed by the few attacks he had just struck.

Whether it was the enemy, or several of his teammates, it seemed that they all disappeared in that instant!

The agent was stunned for a moment, then rushed into the room, confirming that there was really no one here but himself, and couldn't help but suspect that it was he who had gone wrong, and that he had been thrown somewhere else by the sudden appearance of the strangeness.

Sweat broke down his forehead and he turned back and rushed back into the street. Fortunately, the other MI9 personnel who were in ambush nearby also quickly approached and asked him what had happened.

The agent, who found himself still in the real world, let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained the situation.

"Gone? Disappeared with the enemy? ”

The adjutant who assisted in the operation was also shocked. MI9 didn't use seals with a "teleportation" effect! This is certainly a trap for the enemy! But figuring out where they teleported to is not a task that can be accomplished by such a few teams.

Considering the possible consequences of this accident, the adjutant felt a faint stomach ache......

-

Almost at the same time, in the northwest suburbs of Beckland and in the dense forest near a tributary of the Sotak River, the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground sounded one after another.

The moment Douglas, who was planted face down to the ground and gnawed on a mouthful of mud, hit the ground with his back and elbows, and rolled away from the spot in succession.

Others may not know, but he had experienced "spiritual travel" with "wriggling hunger", so he immediately reacted that the strange blood-colored door that opened was similar to "travel", "teleporting" everyone within the range to such a place.

It doesn't matter what the specific principle is, the important thing is that Taryn uses this method, then there must be a preset trap here!

As if to prove the wisdom of his actions, several sharp ice picks shot at the crowd from the depths of the dense forest with a breaking sound.

After rolling as fast as he could, Douglas rolled and jumped up, and a large flame once again rose on his right hand, directly melting part of the icicle. The MI9 agents who were brought in were a little slower to react, and one of them was impaled in the right shoulder, letting out a scream.

Winkel swung dozens of fire ravens and threw himself into the depths of the dense forest where the icicles were shot, shouting, "Hurry up and get rid of these people, come and help me!" ”

Francois, who also got up from the ground with a disgraced face, rushed forward two steps without hesitation, and took the lead in crushing one of the people holding a steam high-pressure rifle to the ground, trying to snatch the opponent's weapon, and the two immediately scuffled.

"Stop them!"

Tyron, who had the advantage in numbers, followed the order, and himself chased after the red-haired hunter.

Except for the one with the wounded shoulder, the remaining two agents immediately turned to Douglas, and then watched as the other person's figure faded, as if melted into the shade of the trees.

Taryn keenly felt a gust of wind coming from the back of his head, and he didn't look back, only calmly pulled the trigger with his hand holding the gun under his armpit.

As a result, after two gunshots, all that was responded was a handful of soft dirt that hit the back of his head...... Oh no, there was a stone in it, and it smashed Tyron's head uncontrollably forward.

This unpretentious attack really made Taryn trance for a moment. Throwing stones in the midst of an extraordinary battle is really an unheard of way to fight......

Realizing that his team had not stopped Douglas, he glanced at Winkel, who was far faster than him and whose figure was almost submerged in the depths of the dense forest, and made a quick decision, using the cover of a tree to turn sharply, raising his gun in both hands, and pulling out his vision to the side, ready to deal with the threat from the rear first.

was shocked to find that the two team members were running towards him, and behind them, Douglas was like a shadow, silently raising the revolver.

It's too late to see it and remind it again. The third syllable of "Watch out for your back" was interrupted by gunshots before it could be heard, and the two running agents immediately staggered to the ground, both with stunned expressions on their faces.

Several bullets pierced their legs and lower abdomen, blood gurgling and drenching the dirt.

"Very well, just stand there and don't move." Douglas cautiously pointed his guns at the two captives as he quickly stepped forward and kicked away the guns they had struggled to draw.

On the other side, Francois, who hammered his opponent to a coma with a casserole-sized fist, also staggered to his feet, spat bloody spit on the ground, grabbed a steam high-pressure rifle and aimed at Tyron.

Tyron, who was being pinned down by the two of them, still maintained a two-handed pistol position. His gaze swept over the faces of several team members, as if hesitating.

Seeing him like this, one of the agents immediately shouted, "Sir, get out of here!" Leave us alone! ”

I'll go, the quality of these people in MI9 is really high...... Douglas, who was pretending to be fierce and vicious, couldn't help but sweat in his heart.

He wasn't prepared to sacrifice innocent people who didn't know what was going on, the previous shot was just to limit their movement, and he hoped that such a stance would threaten Tyron and make him explain what the witch Cortina had set up here.

"Listen!" Douglas faked the gun into the agent's head and shouted, "Taryn, it's too late to turn back!" This kind of situation is no longer beneficial to you, you can't gamble your own future and the lives of your colleagues on this kind of thing! ”

The agent who was held up by the muzzle listened to it, and couldn't help but exchange glances with the buddies around him, and always felt that there was something wrong with this line.

But before he could think further, he heard the chief call his name: "Colin." ”

The agent named Colin looked at Tyron and listened to the other party say calmly: "You have been under me for six years, and you are always the bravest and the one who rushes to the front, and everyone is relieved to go on a mission with you." ”

Ignoring the surprised or dazed expressions of the others, Taryn named another person: "Wilson, although you often violate the rules of the office, secretly smoke, and take office equipment, as long as the matter is handed over to you, it will never go wrong......"

In this way, one person gave a short evaluation to all the agents present, even the unconscious one who couldn't hear was missed.

Françoyer took the moment to give Douglas a puzzled look, as if asking, "Do you want to stop him?" ”

The latter did not speak, and there was a vague feeling of unease. At first, there were still occasional flashes of fire and dull roars in the depths of the dense forest that Winkel had pursued, but now it was night or they were struggling to walk away, and the naked eye could no longer catch any signs of battle.

Maybe I should kill someone and let him know......

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and it was immediately and firmly crossed out. Douglas eventually raised his hand and fired a shot at the trunk next to Tyron as a deterrent, but in the flying wood chips and diffuse gunpowder smoke, he noticed a strange smile on his face, and noticed that the finger on the trigger was slowly pressing down.

Gunshots!

Almost instinctively, Douglas, who was facing Tarron, immediately flew away from the hostage, and at the same time urged the spirit to use the ability of "wriggling hunger" itself to "dive into the shadows" and quickly hide himself in the shadows of nearby trees.

As early as when he threw out the boulder-covered dirt, he took the opportunity to "bribe-weaken" Tyron, which would cause the power of the opponent's attack against him to decrease, even if he was shot one or two times, as long as it was not in a fatal position, he was sure to maintain his mobility.

Bang bang! After a series of five shots that were barely spaced, Taryn turned and ran wildly into the depths of the forest. Douglas's eyes were always locked on Tarron, and after he noticed that the other party was starting to escape, he jumped out of the shadows and immediately prepared to switch to the "travel" pursuit, while turning his head to confirm that Francoyer was not injured.

However, after turning his head, his movements suddenly stopped, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

The two MI9 agents who had served as hostages now had a bloody hole in their foreheads that had been pierced by bullets. From there, you can also get a glimpse of the shimmering metallic sheen of the bullet casings.

Their eyes were wide open, looking straight ahead, in the direction their chief had departed, and there seemed to be a hint of incomprehension, a hint of bewilderment in their eternally frozen expressions, as if their lips had not yet closed as if they were about to spit out a question that could no longer be asked, never answered.

Douglas's hands trembled, and the bullets that should have been filled into the magazine fell to the ground. Above their heads, heavy clouds and rain piled up to squeeze away the last vestiges of the sun. With the sound of muffled thunder rolling across the sky, the long-brewing rainstorm finally kicked off.