Such a stimulus is sudden, and it takes at least two or three seconds for the human brain to react.

Just like a person facing a sudden mud truck, just like York's previous life, when stimulated, the brain is impacted and causes a blank space, so that he stands stiff in place, not knowing what to do.

Of course, there are also gifted people who have been trained, and when they are stimulated to the point that their brains are blank, they will subconsciously make corresponding countermeasures.

But Lucy was obviously not this kind of person, her brain was completely blank, and she just stood in place, watching the corpse of the woman who had collapsed half of her head fall straight up.

There was a plop, and the muffled sound of the corpse touching the floor! The blood flowed quickly and soon spread to Lucy's feet.

In this short period of time, Lucy finally reacted, and in a moment, she remembered the reminder that the woman had just given her, combined with the woman's sudden abnormal behavior.

She thought a little.

That is, when a woman loses her eyes, coupled with a long period of abuse, her sense of touch and taste has deeply remembered the person who abused her.

The combination of these is that the woman smells the scent of the person who abused her.

Just like her, no matter what the enemy became, just by the blurry photo in the newspaper, she immediately recognized that it was her enemy.

Thinking of this, Lucy's only thought was to run quickly, or go and get her gun to protect herself.

But just as Lucy stepped forward and made a move, she heard footsteps and didn't wait to turn back.

The hair was pulled suddenly.

The familiar pain came, and Lucy's face, her eyes showed a fierceness, and she turned back and bit hard at the big hand that grabbed her hair.

At this time, she was still a little glad in her heart, glad that her friend Anna did not come, and glad that she had not told her the address.

The fishy smell of blood suddenly overflowed in her mouth, and Lucy stared at the man who pulled her hair and was bitten by her, but was unmoved.

It's like an unyielding and tenacious little beast.

"Are you going to knock her out?"

The man, who was at least two heads taller than Lucy, looked back at the middle-aged woman who had also walked into the house.

Behind the middle-aged woman, several figures came in one after another.

All of them are big men.

This group of people exudes a serious temperament all over their bodies.

It's like what ordinary people usually call elites.

"No, you don't."

When a total of five people came in, the middle-aged woman looked back at the door and closed the door by the way.

She replied as she handed the shotgun in her hand to the man next to her.

Then came to Lucy.

At this time, Lucy was still biting the man's hand fiercely, and her hands were constantly beating, but the man who pulled her hair was still unmoved even though his right hand was bitten and bleeding and was beaten by her.

"Lucy Juva?" The middle-aged woman in the western-turn uniform looked at Lucy Road.

Lucy's eyes moved upwards and she stared at the woman without replying.

But just when she didn't answer, the middle-aged woman nodded, and the man directly shook Lucy, letting a small piece of her palm be bitten off by Lucy, and slapped her left hand hard.

Smack.

Lucy was suddenly beaten all over her face and her hair was scattered, and she was dazed.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged woman continued to ask.

Lucy didn't answer.

The man slapped him hard again.

His bleeding right hand was always scratching at Lucy's hair.

A tall man, so two slaps down.

Lucy's lips and nose began to bleed.

The middle-aged woman has an ordinary face, but she has a cold expression.

She continued, "What's your name?" ”

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman gestured to the room inside.

Judging by the traces left by the blood, the end of the extension must be the corpse of the Banner family.

A man behind the middle-aged woman nodded, and then walked past the group of people, towards the end of the blood path, the room inside.

"Answer my question."

The middle-aged woman continued as the man walked past her.

It seems that if Lucy doesn't answer well, the middle-aged woman can keep going.

From this, it can be seen that she has an alternative training method.

However, Lucy took advantage of this time to regain a little energy, and looked up at the middle-aged woman, her eyes revealing a kind of tenacity.

Her hair was caught, and she would be fixed there, no matter if her body was limp, or whatever.

She still didn't answer.

The middle-aged woman stared at Lucy, her face was expressionless, she looked at this way too many times.

No matter how tenacious it is, no one can withstand the abuse day and night.

With another crisp snap, the man who grabbed Lucy's hair slapped Lucy again.

directly slapped Lucy so that she couldn't stand up, and could only rely on his grip to support, and her head was already hanging down and she couldn't see her face clearly.

"All the people we're keeping an eye on are missing."

The middle-aged woman wanted to continue asking, but a voice came from behind her.

The middle-aged woman looked back, and one of the four big men held a tablet and handed it over.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Lucy, who had been slapped a little confused, and then looked at the tablet in her hand, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Their people had been keeping an eye on Lucy, as well as her friend Anna.

But now the people who are watching are not only missing, but even the locators are beginning to disappear.

All this came out of nowhere.

The middle-aged woman sensed that something was wrong, but she was not so anxious.

It was as if she knew how terrifying the power of her organization was.

After reading a rough look, the middle-aged woman returned the tablet to her subordinates behind her, and then looked ahead.

The man who had gone to check on the situation appeared in the corridor at this time and nodded to the middle-aged woman.

"All dead."

With that, the man came to the junction of the living room and the hallway and continued.

"There are traces of dialing on the phone, and this woman called the police."

The middle-aged woman shook her head,

"Something is wrong today, the base here can't be wanted, and tell the leader that there is a problem here, let her transfer to the second base."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman glanced at Lucy, who had recovered a lot, and stared at her again, and said calmly.

"Congratulations on your return, Lucy Juva, yes, it's all our arrangement."

Hearing this, Lucy realized why the chains that locked her hands and feet suddenly loosened that night.

Ahh

Lucy was a little desperate, staring at the middle-aged woman, and used her last strength to hit the middle-aged woman.

But her strength was undoubtedly tiny, and under the force of the man who grabbed her hair, she was not even qualified to approach a middle-aged woman.

"Stun her and take her away." The middle-aged woman had only one calm word.

The man who grabbed Lucy's hair nodded, and raised his hand directly to fan Lucy's face.

This slap, he didn't have the strength, and it was no problem to stun a girl with his strength.

A slap in the face, a quasi.

But just as he was about to fan Lucy, at the last moment, his hand was directly broken.

This made the people present stunned for a moment before taking action.

"There's someone else!"

But when they first started, there was another very slight sound.

A bloody hole appeared in the forehead of the man who grabbed Lucy by the hair and had his palm shattered.

The man's eyes were swollen, as if he hadn't expected such a result.

In his shifted gaze, in his last consciousness, one figure after another appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

With a thud, the strong-looking man fell straight up.

At the same time, Lucy also lost the support point on her head and fell to the ground synchronously.

She really didn't know how to react at this time, she only knew that there was really a wave of unevenness today.

"Quick! Look for cover. ”

The middle-aged woman closest to the man is no longer as calm as before, and everything is in the hands of the mentality.

But as soon as the middle-aged woman finished saying this, and was about to act, a blood flower broke out of her calf.

The pain came, and the middle-aged woman fell straight forward, and she suddenly looked at the floor-to-ceiling window.

A burly figure had appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and a cloud of smoke was rising from the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

"Damn it!"

The only thing the middle-aged woman did at the first time was to reach into her arms and take a pistol to fight back.

But as soon as she moved, she was shot in the arm, and the blood broke, and the sharp pain came, and she lost her strength.

The opponent's movements are amazingly fast, and the marksmanship is accurate.

"What is this sacred?"

The middle-aged woman couldn't do anything to deal with it.

Her hands and legs were bleeding and she couldn't move anywhere.

At that moment, there was another slight gunshot.

There was a plop in front.

The middle-aged woman subconsciously looked up.

One of his subordinates who had just gone to the room to check on him had a bloody hole on his forehead that was unusually obvious.

There was a murmur followed by screams.

The middle-aged woman propped herself up on the ground and looked back again.

The line of defense behind him did not know when it had been breached.

When a strange man rushed in with a knight's sword, they were like melons and fruits to be slaughtered by each other.

Four people against one person, and with guns, they were not the enemy of the strange man.

The middle-aged woman's gaze subconsciously moved downward, lying on the ground with three arms, and still pinching shotguns, pistols, and so on.

She easily thought of a picture.

As she finished the order, she was hit in the calf when a strange man burst through the main entrance and crashed into four of her men like a flock of sheep.

The four subordinates may have made corresponding countermeasures, raising their guns to aim or something, but in an instant, the strange man holding the knight's sword directly cut off their hands in one go.

"Who are these people?" The middle-aged woman was still thinking about this question when she watched all fall to the ground and men came in one after another at the main entrance.

Because the battle was just too fast, too fast.

From the time the first man's hand was broken, it is estimated that not a minute has passed.

This kind of disparity in strength rarely appears in organizations, you must know that they have money and power, and the people who do things are all elites who have retired from the army or come down from the battlefield.

In addition to here, there were seven of them, and there were several people deployed outside, but there was no news or reminder, which showed that the people outside were controlled in an instant.

They were all dressed in the same clothes and wore ancient knights' swords around their waists.

Looking at it, the middle-aged woman thought of something, and her eyes suddenly widened and stared.

"This woman deserves a certain status." John Wick put away his pit viper pistol, walked from the living room, and looked at the frightened middle-aged woman on the ground and said calmly.

"I guess something can be interrogated."

As he spoke, John Wick looked at Brother Willow, who was collecting his sword, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Just now, he saw the battle of a real monk.

With a flash of white light, you can cut off the enemy's arms across a few meters, and you don't need a gun.

With such a way of fighting, he felt that such a monk had a way to deal with firearms.

"That's what the Bishop calls melee combat?"

John Wick thought to himself, and a voice sounded in his ears.

"Well, hand this person over to the colleagues in the courtroom, and basically ask anything." Brother Willow, with a beard all around his lips, has an immovable temperament.

As one of the friars who was placed next to the bishop of York, he was himself an elite inside.

Brother Willow looked at the middle-aged woman on the ground who was struggling with a frightened face, and then said indifferently.

"But it doesn't seem like there's any need to interrogate her, we've already set our sights on a big fish that is coming up, and we're following it at this time."

After speaking, Brother Willow could see the despair of the middle-aged woman, and said indifferently.

"It can be said that all the people who show their heads have been targeted, and tonight the order given by the Bishop of York will be fulfilled."

The potential power of the church is evident at this time.

"Are you monks of the Church?" The middle-aged woman had resigned herself to her fate, and her face was pale with blood loss.

Brother Willow ignored it, grabbed the handle of the knight's sword in his right hand, and looked at John Wick.

"Brother John, I still have some things to do, and the goal is up to you, so please be sure to bring her back to Bishop York."

Hearing this, John Wick looked at Lucy, who was dazed.

At this time, Lucy's face was bruised and swollen, and her nose and mouth were all injured.

"Okay." John Wick responded.

Brother Willow nodded, and turned to leave.

"Stun out and take it back for trial."

Under these words, the remaining monks stepped out, ignoring the middle-aged woman's struggle, and directly knocked her unconscious, and at the same time slipped up with one hand, he nodded to John Wick before following in the footsteps of Brother Willow.

John Wick nodded in the same direction, watched the group of fierce colleagues leave, and then looked at Lucy.

Sensing the gaze, Lucy subconsciously flinched, lowering her head and not daring to look.

In fact, she had seen and knew the man in front of her.

In the church of Ahibiyi, she had seen the man in front of her following the priest.

I have also seen him set off with the love food truck or charity sale organized by the church.

When John Wick saw Lucy like this, he crouched down and said calmly.

"You know me, don't you?"

Lucy pursed her swollen mouth and didn't answer.

"Don't be afraid, the priest already knows what you've been through, that's why today's events are happening."

John Wick said, "We are the ones who came to protect you, and we are the ones who are the ones who destroy this organization......

Hearing this, Lucy took a deep breath, and when she thought of the priest, she had a little courage in her heart, she nodded and whispered.

"I know you."

"That's good." John Wick breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he didn't know what to do if the girl in front of him didn't respond.

"Come, let's go."

With that, John Wick tentatively stretched out his hands and prepared to pick up Lucy.

Fortunately, Lucy did not resist and obediently accepted his actions.

So, John Wick easily picked up Lucy and left where she was......

(End of chapter)