After this defeat, Sidra did not rush to find his next target, but left the house and jumped to the top of the tallest building nearby.

Wren then came to the roof and stood across from him.

At this time, it was only a few seconds since the two of them had been so opposed, but Sidra realized that the situation was very different from what he had thought beforehand.

Six shots, Sidra still hasn't killed anyone.

In every house, there are all kinds of dummies, standing figures, statues, all kinds of animals, and even expensive humanoid golems, not to mention all kinds of other sound interference.

In order to save the number of attacks, Sidra had to fully confirm the location of the living man from outside the house, and although it was possible for him to do it in a blink of an eye, it was this gap that allowed Rennes, who were in full swing, to keep up.

Sidra glanced at Wren, his body was not only mixed with the breath of various gods, but also complicated magic fluctuations, otherwise the speed should not reach this level.

There was also a bit of trouble, Sidra's eyes moved to the frustration in Wren's hands.

As he and Wren had said at the beginning, the sword could hurt him, and Sidra had tried to kill one of them just now, but had to stop because of the sudden frustration between the two.

Of course, if his speed can not be affected, the sword matter can also be said to be uncritical, and it would be good to kill people before Wren comes.

Wren stood in front of Sidra, saw that Sidra didn't continue to move, touched the rain on his face, and smiled: "How is it?" How is my third line of defense arranged? All have to furnish what we offer at home, and just stick to it for a week and get a lot of money. Even for a small number of people who don't want money, they will get other subsidies that they are interested in. That's the power of money, and you know how much money I owe because of your gamble? You see you've made six shots in a row, and you haven't killed anyone yet, so why don't you admit defeat now? It's not good to get in the rain here. ”

Of course, Wren knew in his heart that Sidra's strength was by no means more than that, and he was only thinking about other ways to stop now.

Sure enough, Sidra's figure disappeared in front of him again, swooping down under the building, grabbing a bus on the side of the road and smashing it towards the house next to it.

Just as the bus was about to touch the house, Wren jumped out of the window of the house, waved it and foiled, chopping the bus into several pieces, and the "corpse" fell in the courtyard.

"Nine."

Wren said lightly, there were three people in the house.

Sidra's expression fluctuated slightly, and he threw another small car on the side to another house nearly a hundred meters away, but Wren once again abruptly blocked in front of the flying car and stopped it.

It's teleportation, but it shouldn't be that fast.

Sidra grabbed three cars in a row and smashed them at the house farther away in different directions, and rushed in the other direction, but when he entered the house and attacked the owner, Wren appeared again at the last moment, blocking the two of them.

Sidra didn't leave this time, he looked at Wren: "You can teleport to any location in the city?" ”

He omitted an implicit meaning: very skilled teleportation. But Wren knew what he was trying to say, and smiled, "That's right, and I have to thank you for giving me three days to prepare." In the past few days, I have written down the layout of the entire city of Ladians, not only the street houses, but also the interior of each house. Aside from the layout, I remember exactly how many people lived in which house in the city, and so far you've done it to 23 people. Fighting is a matter of brains. ”

Speaking of brains, Wren raised his arm and shook the back of his hand at Sidra.

Perhaps each of these gods alone would not be Sidra's match if they were present, but the one who uses these powers now is Wren, who knows how to maximize his advantage.

Not everyone will be able to stay in their own house, but now that it's raining heavily and almost all places are closed, it's the safest situation.

In the city alone, Rennes is not inferior to Sidra's speed.

If nothing else, Sidra should consider it after understanding the current situation.....

Power suppression.

The two of them stood here for a while, and the owner of the house finally came back to his senses at this time, why did there suddenly be two more people in front of him? He trembled and asked, "Who are you two?" Here it is....."

Before he finished speaking, the two people in front of him had disappeared, and if it weren't for the big hole in the wall, he would have wondered if he was dazzled just now.

.....

To Wren's surprise, Sidra didn't directly change his tactics, he was still using various things to try to attack multiple targets at the same time, tearing down walls here, pulling out lamp poles there, and what cars and statues were flying all over the city.

Thankfully, the rainstorm that Wren had arranged in advance was effective, and although the riots were rising, the rain was so heavy that the water outside was knee-high, so people had to stay inside and pray to their alien creature.

It's just that it wasn't the mysterious creature called God who saved them, it was Wren.

After defusing another wave of attacks, Wren touched the back of his right hand, which was a little painful, and then appeared in an office building, and swung as usual to thwart Sidera's attack from the side.

However, Sidra did not retreat this time, and continued to grab towards the target with a twist of his arm, and Wren reacted quickly, and his wrist led the frustration upwards and continued to block. If Sidra didn't retreat, his arm would have to stay.

I saw that Sidra actually bent his arm and directly grabbed the frustrated sword body, and the other hand clenched his fist and hung down on the sword, and in Wren's horrified gaze, the thwart spread from the hammer point like a cobweb-like gap, and then Sidra swung down another punch.

Wren hurriedly wanted to draw the frustration back, but he was indeed inferior to Sidra in terms of strength, at this time, Sidra ignored the cut wound on his hand, grabbed the sword body, and threw a few punches in succession, and the invincible frustration was shattered into pieces.

Sidra's cracked eyeballs glanced at Wren: "47." ”

He had attacked the person in front of him, and he was counting for Wren, but Wren read what he really meant:

47 is the most people you can save.

Wren didn't expect Sidra to choose to destroy the frustration, but at this time, he was no longer allowed to have any extra thoughts, the other party had already rushed to another person in the office, because the change was too sudden The person was still holding the coffee cup in a daze, Sidra's bloodied hand grabbed the tip of the broken frustration sword and stabbed at the other party.

Blood splattered.

It was from Wren, who resisted the attack at the cost of his own arm being impaled.

Then, in Sidra's slightly surprised eyes, he said slowly:

“48。”