"It is now clear that it was not an alien race that attacked these two men, because before the attack began, the prisoner deliberately set off a sandstorm to obscure his vision. The wind was not far away, but the residents of the neighborhood heard Mr. Munro touch his chin and wander where the man had fallen, the woman was taken home, her trauma was healed by Dennis, but she suddenly lost her lover, and grief made her even weaker.

"We just received an important confession," Munro said, curling up on the ground. The sand obscured most of the people's eyes, but the people in the house saw that the attacker was a man dressed in white "to look closely at the black walls." Between the black mud and the moss, Monroe found three holes.

Ouyang Dao and the others carefully observed to make sure it was fresh. "In this case, it could be a skilled fighter, or he has iron claws or a good fist on his hands. Following this line of thought, we can go to the guild to borrow a professional login file, which is rare among professionals, whether it is the skill of the claws or the hands ... ”

But as Munro analyzed, there was a shrill cry in the distance, just like the young woman. As soon as Monroe and Watson's faces changed, they thought of a bad possibility. The person who just committed this crime has not stopped, he is still killing!

The two differed in decisiveness, and from the moment the voice was heard, Fiona let out a burst of fire that pushed her towards a scream. The other three were one step behind and had to eat the dust behind Fiona.

Ouyang Dao is the slowest to react, Ouyang Dao is the person in the gang who cares least about the attacker, and the attacker's main purpose is to talk to Fiona. But judging by Fiona's attitude, it's clear that he's trying to distance himself from it. Relations between the two sides are strained, and Fiona's resistance is now normal. But Ouyang Dao would not give up easily, he didn't need Fiona's permission to achieve his goal. With this problem solved, you have no reason to run away.

Ouyang Dao, his eyes sparkling, decided to borrow some external power.

When Ouyang arrived, Fiona's men had already dispersed the crowd, and Dennis had healed the injured man's wrist. Fiona had a strange expression on her face. From the moment she heard the scream, she reached her destination in less than three seconds, but the man was gone.

At one point, Fiona thought he was invisible, but the trio passed through dozens of sensors and found no trace of each other. At this moment, Monroe and Watson were also suspicious, speed was beyond their knowledge, and for a while, they wondered if the other was an alien.

It is almost impossible for the elite to reach this speed, and it is equally impossible for the master to take such an obvious retaliatory step, because the master must have been mentally trained. When Ouyang Dao arrived, Monroe suddenly let out a loud sneeze, rubbed his nose, and looked around in surprise. Seeing Ouyang Dao, Monroe naturally shuddered. ”

The villain is coming.

"I thought I saw birds again," muttered Mr. Munro, before turning to continue observing. He didn't believe anyone could move that fast, and he wondered if they were using some kind of fast-moving device. Faced with Ouyang Dao's arrival, Fiona just looked around, holding a sword in her hand, as if she was avenging his victims. Ouyang Dao walked up to Fiona and took out some notes from his arm.

"I've just gathered some information, it's not the first time they've done this, they've been around the capital five times before we show up"

"Why didn't the capital call the police after the attack? Monroe looked at Ouyang Dao in surprise, Ouyang Dao hadn't spoken yet, "If you tell people not to go out," Fiona explained with a sneer, "then you're saying that the royal family can't maintain stability on such a grand occasion."

"Don't you think it's weird? We spent a long time investigating the first incident, why didn't the guards come and take over?" Monroe frowned, thinking of something bad. "There is no shortage of nobles in today's operation, these people who fear for their lives have driven the guards away," Monroe said, frowning even more and a little skeptical, "Why didn't the hunters show up? ”

Fiona glared, then gave Ouyang Dao a meaningful look, and when Fiona finally said nothing, Ouyang Dao explained in a quiet voice: "The members of the guild are all guards. Monroe was heartbroken, and Watson opened his mouth to speak, only shaking his head and sighing. Monroe had worked well with the guild before, and his affection for the hunter was so strong that his intellect made a mistake that no normal person would make.

Watson could tell, but he didn't know how to convince his friend. He could only hope that it would make him realize the true colors of the hunter, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly. Mr. Munro relaxed a little, only to find that he was more handsome than before, but he was blinded by the momentary attraction, and when the brilliant mind once again occupied the high ground, Mr. Munro resumed his identity as a detective. But even if Monroe's brain returns to normal, the group is unbeknownst to several of the target locations that are ordinary complexes with claw marks on the walls.

Based on these marks, it is impossible to judge the speed at which a person is moving. Seeing that the search was over, Monroe grew impatient, and given the interval between the previous attacks, it was time for the other side to strike again.

Although it was known that the trajectory of the criminals was to go around the royal capital, there were many buildings in the area at that time, and young men and women who expressed their love also liked to go to secluded places. If the killer had used more force, it would have rendered both men and women unconscious, even though the killer had only targeted the hand holding the violet, not the fatal wound.

But if the victim cannot be rescued for a long time, the blood vessel in the wrist will rupture, which will also cause the other person to bleed to death. At this point, Monroe was a little angry, but also a little helpless, and finally he angrily closed his eyes and pulled out a rust-covered revolver from his sleeve.

"It doesn't have to be like this! Watson reached out and held Monroe down, stopping him from lifting the strange rifle.

"We don't have time, I'm lucky," Munro said, wrenching his hand away from Watson and struggling to open the rusty Magnum pistol, pressing his fingers against the circular groove in the slot, Munro's face turned white as if he had bled a lot. But absorbing Monroe's vitality, the revolver clip appeared on the 6 packs of yellow and red bullets, Monroe carefully raised the gun to look, and finally could only reluctantly put it down.

The next second, he pointed a gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Hush!

In the explosion of flames, the red bullet passed through the muzzle, but as soon as it touched the skin, it went straight through Munro's head.

"Looks like I'm lucky," Monroe said with a smile, his eyes twinkling as he looked around and pointed in one direction.

"Go there and there will be a good harvest! Watson didn't say much when he heard this, he called all Monroe directly, and looked at Fiona with some doubts during the whole process, Watson saw that he hid, and could only explain frankly. It turned out that this revolver is a relic of a high-level professional who can create a flesh and blood body by absorbing the life force of the user. Three bullets in the tube are good and three are bad.

A good bullet can greatly enhance physical functions, a single hit in the arm can greatly enhance the strength of the arm, a hit in the stomach can greatly enhance digestion, and a hit to the head can achieve very good thinking skills, even to the level of metaphysics. Just like Munro now, obviously doesn't know where the suspect is, but Monroe is a self-made man. However, this revolver also has its scary points. Three bad bullets can also have a big impact on the body.

Not only do they possess the raw kinetic energy of a bullet, but when a bullet hits, it gives off a fresh breath of death. A normal person who is hit by this bullet has no chance of survival at all, even if the strength of the career is strong, the light hit by this bullet is weak, and the heavy is crippled.

If a shot is fired directly at the head, even if you dodge the bullet and are exposed to the smell of death, it can cause damage to brain function, which is manifested by a decrease in IQ. Even at the risk of being taken for a fool, Monroe's sense of urgency is evident in the footage as he prepares to shoot.