Under the red moon in the sky, in the light of a gas street lamp that was lit at a long distance, Lumian distinguished the footprints, tracking them quickly and slowly, and it didn't take long for the wet stains to completely dry, and no longer had the effect of prompting.

But Lumian had memorized the size of the four pairs of footprints, the pattern of the soles and the characteristics of their respective walks, and would not confuse them with other footprints, but even so, his tracking was still quite difficult, unlike the ruins of the village of Cordu, where thousands of people came and went every day in and around the streets, leaving behind not only countless footprints, but also layered on top of each other, destroying each other, making it impossible to locate the real target.

At the same time, there is all the garbage left behind by the vendors, and some of the negative effects of the bad environment, and Lumien may occasionally feel like he is looking for a drop of water in the sea, but fortunately, it is midnight.

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There were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them were drunkards. It exudes the distinct smell of fireflies in the dark night, and the footprints are more or less staggering, Lumian can be eliminated at a glance, plus Margot and the others have just walked not far, many traces have not been destroyed, he barely keeps up, sometimes, limited by the environment or Margot's caution, the footprints will suddenly break, but Lumian does not give up, he will calm down, try to walk a long distance forward, left and right, looking for new traces.

And after trial and error and a lot of time, he finally found which footprints he wanted.

In this way, Lumian tracked all the way to Yeluan Street in the market district, stopping in front of a five-story apartment far from a few cheap cabarets.

Margot and his men's footprints entered.

"I don't need the protection of my subordinates, and I have enough confidence in my own strength... Lumian muttered to himself silently, more convinced that the goal was the extraordinary.

Looking at the dark corridor, thinking about the possible way for the "hunter" to deal with the corresponding traces before returning to the real residence, he thought that even if he brought the calcium carbide lamp and went to find it step by step, it would be difficult to lock on to Margott, and even fall into the trap preset by the other party, after thinking for a while, Lumian had a preliminary plan, retracted his gaze, and walked towards the next street.

Not long after, he met a drunken man in his twenties, who was already unsteady in walking, and when the other party arrived at a broken gas lamp and began to vomit, Lumian pressed his hat, walked over and suppressed his voice: "I want to buy your shirt, 1.5 Filkin." ”

The drunkard's first instinct was to wonder if he was drunk enough to hallucinate.

He wore a gray-blue tweed blouse, which he bought at a cheap ready-to-wear store in the honest man's market for only 1 fil, and now someone actually paid 1.5 filkin, or 30 lik, for such an old dress that had been worn for two whole years.

Am I crazy or am the guys crazy? The drunkard struggled to look up, looking across the side, but there was no light, and only vague outlines could be seen behind the darkness.

In the next second, he had two more cold coins in his hand.

The drunken instinctively weighed it, touched the pattern on the surface of the coin, and he belched; "Why are you buying it?"

"If you don't want to, I'll find someone else", Lumian gestured to take back the two coins.

The drunken man stopped asking, muttered and slowly took off his coat and took the contents of his pocket.

When Lumian walked away with his clothes, he raised his head with difficulty and waved his hand: "Haha, madman, madman who gives money... Ou"

When he returned to the apartment on Nightduck Street, Lumian had changed his outfit, wearing a dark blue cap, a gray-blue tweed jacket, and washed white trousers, and a pair of old, dirty leather shoes.

With the addition of some things that he would need later, he spent a total of 12 Filkin.

Looking up at the apartment, which was no longer lit, Lumian suddenly froze: Why do I have to target the extraordinary being Margot? His three subordinates are not innocent when they die, and the stars are very weak, and they don't know how to hide their traces, and they won't be much more difficult than killing a chicken。。。。。

"The fate of being attacked by the fools of Montsourie will not be picked, what kind of person will bear it next! Why was I just thinking about how to hunt Margit? I wasn't like this before, I can be ruthless when I should be ruthless, and I will try to solve it as simply as possible when I can solve it simply, without carrying an extra burden.

As thoughts flowed through him, the corners of Lumian's mouth gradually curled. He found himself instinctively choosing a more dangerous prey, the reason seemed to be more challenging, and it would be more comfortable and enjoyable for him to hurry up, looking down at his left breast, which was covered by clothing, and Lumian suspected that it was a certain change caused by pollution in his body,

After a few seconds of silence, he suppressed his voice and said in a low voice: "It seems to be a little crazy。。。。。。 ”

He wasn't going to change his target, he seemed to be able to smell the blood, a gift and a curse, pressing the bottom cap, Lumian hugged a bunch of things and walked around the back of the target's apartment.

He placed grease-laden pieces of meat, flammable sofa filling, and other things in the corner of the wall, and made a fire barrier around it.

Lumian then struck a match and threw it over, and the spark spread rapidly over the most flammable material, quickly growing from small to large to devouring everything around it.

Black smoke then rose up, and when the smoke grew louder and enveloped the surroundings, Lumian opened his throat and shouted, "It's on fire!" There's a fire" he shouted and ran back to the front of the apartment, shrinking into the shadows in the corner, his plan was, since I didn't know what trap you Margot had buried in that room of the apartment, then I'd let you out on your own.

If Margot is a "fireman", he will be able to perceive that the flames and smoke below cannot form a real fire house, and his response will be completely different, so that Lumien can judge whether the other party has a sequence and decide whether to move forward with the plan or abandon it.

As smoke rose, fires flickered, and Lumian shouted, the apartment and the occupants of the surrounding houses ran down the stairs into the street.

Because the fire was not large and the interior of the apartment was not affected by the smoke, no one ventured to jump.

Lumian stopped talking, staring at the entrance to the apartment, while someone else shouted something similar in his place and began to look for the fire.

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Two seconds later, a figure jumped down from a window on the second floor and landed on the ground.

The margot was formally dressed in a red shirt and sail-colored trousers, and his pale yellow hair stood on end.

Margot relied on himself to be extraordinary, and lived on a low floor, and did not walk the corridor like other tenants, but jumped directly out of the window.

After landing, he looked back at the apartment and found that the fire was not big at all, and his act of jumping out of the window was unnecessary, and he seemed to be panicked and stupid.

At this moment, he saw a figure wearing a peaked cap and a gray-blue vinegar tweed shirt popping out of the corner next to him, the figure lowered his head, pointed at him, and laughed: "Look, this person is so stupid!" ”

With a bang, Margart's emotions exploded, and his eyes were slightly red as he pounced on the man who was laughing at him.

He was fast, the figure was faster, and he had already turned around and rushed to the nearest alley.

Margot just wanted to beat the guy up and chase after him.

The two of them ran one after the other, and they wanted to run towards the dark and uninhabited alley.

The figure rushed to the front of a street, pressed his right hand, and flipped over.

Margot didn't pause, stepped on his feet hard, and the whole person soared, jumping directly over the street.

As soon as he landed, he saw the figure stop and turn around.

In the crimson moonlight, the face under the dark blue cap was revealed to Margot's eyes.

He was wrapped in layers of white bandages, exposing only his nostrils, glasses, and ears.

The same is true of the other party's left hand, and holding a silver-black, slightly evil short knife, Margit's pupils dilate rapidly, and he chuckles inwardly.

He came to his senses in an instant, and realized that he had just been affected by a similar provocation.

Holding down the slightest uneasiness in his mind, Margot directly pulled out the black revolver hidden in his waist, he aimed at Lumian, and launched a provocative ability: "Just with that knife? Fools, it's the age of guns! ”

Bang!

Margot pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot out of the bullet and went straight to Lumien's head, who suddenly fell backwards as if bent into an arched bridge.

Then, with a flick of his waist, the whole person flew out sideways, dodging the second bullet fired by Margot.

Then, like a spring, Lumian straightened his body and threw the "Fallen Mercury" in his hand at Margot as if it were just a throwing knife.

As soon as he dodged the blow, Margot saw Lumian pounce on him like a tiger.

It was only then that he noticed that the other party had a thick ball of paper stuffed in his ears, and he was hardly affected by the provocation he had just made.

The one who knows the hunter best is always the other hunter.

This made Margart's psychological anger rise again, and he seemed to be silently provoked by the other party's performance.

Lumian clenched his right hand into a fist, smashing it with a crunch and slamming into Margart's temple.

Margot had a left arm and blocked it steadily.

At the same time, he raised his right hand again and aimed the revolver at Lumien's head.

It's so close, it's up to you how you dodge.

Suddenly, Lumien leaned forward, as if to hit his head against Margart's chest, and reached out with his left palm to grab his right wrist, while his right leg kicked the back of his head with great flexibility.

No. He didn't kick the back of his head, but the falling mercury stuck in the cracks in the stones of the street next to him!

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The silver-black evil dagger soared into the air, half-led by Lumian's arch and flew towards Margit.