The moment she saw the strange man, Hugh's body moved, and instead of trying to break through the other and rush out of the room, she immediately ran to the only window in the attic, jumped up and slammed her elbow into the center of the wooden window.

The heavy elbow blow seemed to hit the invisible cotton, erasing all force and bounce her whole body back.

The thin planked windows remained untouched.

"I really didn't expect to meet the 'arbiter' who works alone, do you have a sequence 7? No, it's Sequence 8. ”

The man in the trench coat spread his hands slightly, made a gesture of embracing, and stepped forward step by step, with a faint smile on his face.

"Don't try again," he said, looking at Hugh, who was still trying to open the window, and dissuaded, "This place is completely closed, no one can go out except me, let alone come in, and when I deal with you and this idiot, the doors and windows will naturally open." ”

He looked at Barron, who was tied to his chair, his eyes cold, as if he were looking at a dead man, but the latter still had panic on his face and blank eyes, ignoring the man's words.

"So who are you, and why are you helping this trafficker?"

Hugh tapped the wooden window again, and after making sure that not even a trace of sound could be heard, he gave up his efforts and turned to the man at the door and asked.

She didn't panic because she wasn't alone.

"You don't know who I am, but you're here to attack my subordinates' ideas and try to dig up information from him?"

"Entrusted by others, it's just a matter of earning some gold pounds."

Hugh replied casually, looking left and right, but still didn't see any movement from Erin Watson, who was hidden beside him, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"I'm curious, how much money the other party paid for your life, is it worth it?"

The man in the trench coat took two steps forward and said with a sneer, but in the next moment, he pushed forward with his left hand and said solemnly:

"Stealth is forbidden here!"

Invisible fluctuations poured out from his body, and about two meters behind him, a figure suddenly appeared.

……

"Slow!"

Filthy demonic words spat out of Angel's mouth, her eyes seemed to have lava surging, brown eyes turned bright yellow, although the man she was staring at subconsciously turned sideways to dodge when he heard the movement, but he was still hit, and his movements immediately became extremely sluggish.

As Heras sneered, Angel's "malicious induction" sensed that the target of the extraordinary, who had escaped from the Caping mansion, turned to her, and she did not hesitate and immediately launched an attack, shouting different "orders" almost simultaneously with the other party.

The next moment, a long ice spike formed in her hand and she waved it out.

Heras flashed with the same light as when he was "confined" here, and his slow body immediately accelerated, dodging the sharp ice spikes pointed at his skull, which pierced into the floor behind him, and the cold quickly spread, forming a layer of ice that gradually spread on the ground.

"It's you again!"

Heras's face was full of anger when he saw the "witch" behind him, and he remembered the morning when he ran away like a lost dog, and remembered why he had gone from being a bodyguard who enjoyed luxury every day to a wanted person in the East End.

He was answered by several black flames that were much larger than the last time he had seen them.

"Exile!"

Another Ancient Hermetian word appeared, and the target was not a person, but a flying black flame, a majestic force pushing all the black flames away, revealing Angel behind him.

Heras took out his huge gold revolver from under his trench coat like lightning, and shot out with a shot without aiming, and in the huge gun flames and roars, Angel's body pointed at the muzzle seemed to be pulled to the side by a huge force, and instantly left its original position, and the attic wooden wall behind her was punched by a large-caliber bullet, but it was not penetrated under the effect of "confinement".

The ice created by the ice spikes behind him gradually spread, and soon surged to Heras's feet, he took two steps forward to avoid being affected by the frost, and his right hand holding the gun continued to track Angel's fast-moving body, and a new word was pronounced in his mouth:

"Captivity."

He was not loud, but he was determined, and Angel, who was being targeted by him, felt that something was wrong, and quickly changed direction under the pull of the spider silk, and then hit the invisible wall and fell back to the ground.

Captivity is in effect!

Compared to a second-hand "arbiter" like Ms. D, Heras is clearly adept at this.

"Release!"

Heras raised his gun in one hand and pointed forward in the other, and at the moment when the effect of imprisonment was removed, the golden revolver fired two shots in succession, one in the chest and the other in the head, accurately hitting Angel, who could not be avoided, and knocking her into shards of glass all over the floor.

As if he had expected the result, he immediately rolled out of place without a hint of hesitation, avoiding another ice spike pierced from behind, and then aimed the revolver behind him, aiming at Angel, who used the mirror double to dodge the attack.

He was greeted by the same black muzzle.

"Bang-"

The "Good Luck" pistol, which had been broken with the hammer in advance, fired first, and the large-caliber bullet with half the power was hit in Heras's chest, and after piercing the skin and muscles, he was stuck in the sternum, avoiding the unfortunate end of being shot through the heart.

"Spirit Piercing!"

Ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, Heras gritted his teeth and launched the extraordinary ability to directly attack the opponent's spirit body, causing Angel's eyes to show pain as he was about to fire a second shot, and there was a brief pause in his movements.

Now is the time!

"Death!"

Pronounced the fate of the other party in the ancient Hermetian language, Heras clenched his left hand into a fist, the green tendons on his arm bulged, and he struck out with all his strength in a posture that the opponent could not resist or dodge, while his entire body was pulled up by some force, and an afterimage was dragged out and crashed into Angel, who was stunned in place.

"Poof—"

As if the sound of a dinner knife slicing through flesh, Heras's death-declaring punch struck Angel in the shoulder.

But it's as powerless as a gentle stroke.

The bone spur in Angel's hand had unfolded a bone sword that was more than a meter long, and against Heras's self-inflicted body, the blood-stained tip of the sword protruded from his back, shimmering a confused dark red in the dim light.

In the corner of the room, Xiu, who was hiding from the erosion of frost, stared blankly at the two figures that gradually separated, she didn't expect that in less than half a minute, the man in the trench coat who was still arrogant before and threatened that she would die here was just as she said, "death".

With the death of the extraordinary person who issued the ban, the effect of "confinement" around the attic disappeared immediately, and the wooden window that had been slammed by Hugh several times was finally able to release the pressure on his body, and flew out with a thud, leaving only the hollow window, and the cold wind of the night blew from outside, giving the cold but dreary attic a small amount of fresh air.

"He just ...... Seems to know you? ”

Stunned for a few seconds, Hugh looked at Erin Watson's tall figure and asked thoughtlessly.

Angel looked back at the bounty hunter coldly, the expression on his face gradually returned to his previous indifference, and was about to speak, when there was a "clang" behind her, Barron suddenly jumped up from the wooden chair, and rushed towards the half-open door that had lost the "confinement" at a speed that did not lose the battle between the two just now.

He had already secretly cut the ropes that bound him, and at the moment he had the best opportunity, he slammed open the wooden door without looking back, rushed out of the attic, and strode towards the window.

This trafficker is not prepared to go down the stairs floor by floor, because this will inevitably be stopped by the two people who jumped down the door, and he has to jump directly through the window into the street, whether it is to get into the sewer or escape from the alley, it is better than staying here!

In the next second, the strong, brown-skinned man flew back faster than when he rushed out, with a dagger stuck in his chest, and blood gushed from the wound.

It was the same dagger Angel gave to Sherman.

(End of chapter)