"Riddle? When did I say I was here to guess riddles? Just tell me clearly if you have anything to say. My patience is limited."
Victor raised his hand to make the cards between his fingers clearer.
However, the Hat Master did not agree. He repeated what he had just said: "I said that if I made it too obvious, it would cause unnecessary risks to myself. After all, the esoteric cult organizations behind those two people,
I can’t afford to offend you.”
"Oh? The secret religion? What secret religion?"
Victor was curious, but the Hat Master still didn't answer.
Li Anlong took two steps forward and raised the muzzle of his gun: "The fact is that you are facing the danger of your life now. The key lies in how you choose."
The hat master looked at him. Although the clown's makeup was funny, he was extremely calm.
"I have made a decision and given you the hints you want. Now, I have to go..."
Hearing this, Victor's face turned cold: "Who agreed that you should leave?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Hat Master moved on the spot, and footsteps could be heard clearly on the road behind Victor, as if someone was coming.
"Are there any accomplices?"
Victor and Li Anlong were surprised at the same time. They turned around to look, but no one appeared over there except the dark fork.
When they looked back, the Hat Master was gone!
His sculptural puppet was still lying on its side, its arms broken and lifeless.
Victor took advantage of the darkness to take Xiao Hei back, and then threw a fire spell at the Hat Master's position just now to prevent him from hiding in the mysterious space again.
At this time, Li Anlong heard the sound of running and did not notice Victor's movements. He shouted: "In front!"
So, the two men immediately chased after him.
Although Victor's foot was injured, he still limped and tried his best to catch up.
After running for a distance in the direction of the footsteps, Victor felt something was wrong, because there was a dead end in front of him, and it was a sealed wall. It was impossible for the Hat Master to run in this direction. What was the sound he heard just now?
Li Anlong took out his divining staff and confirmed that they were chasing in the opposite direction.
"What tricks is that guy hiding? Can he lead us in the opposite direction?" Victor's expression was gloomy.
He sat down, took off his shoes, and prepared to remove the bullet.
He was injured in the first place, and if he was misled like this, he would definitely not be able to catch up.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, the other party is indeed superior in skills.
Although Lianlong's divining staff had been pointing in the right direction, Victor's injury made it impossible to continue to pursue him.
"I'm sure that I just heard clear footsteps coming this way, but I didn't see a human figure. Could it be that he moved to another place instantly?" Li Anlong pushed up his glasses.
Victor bit the handkerchief in his mouth, took out a folding knife and sterilized it with a fire spell, then gritted his teeth and took out the bullet.
Well……
The blood was flowing freely, and there was an unstoppable trend.
If he hadn't been able to use the wooden spell to heal wounds quickly, he would never have dared to do this on his own.
After spitting out the handkerchief and wiping away the sweat and blood on his feet, Victor threw the dirty handkerchief away again.
"Fortunately, I had a handkerchief and a folding knife for peeling fruits with me, otherwise I wouldn't know how to deal with them."
He joked, and then continued what Li Anlong said.
"I've thought about it. He didn't teleport himself to another place. If he really knew how to do this, we wouldn't have started fighting the first time we met. We would have let him run away."
"Oh? Then it seems that he has other abilities." Li Anlong was slightly doubtful.
Victor continued to speculate: "He cannot transfer his physical body, but he may be able to transfer his voice."
"Transfer the sound?" Li Anlong frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized, "So that's it, he moved the sound behind us for the first time, making us think that someone was coming from behind, and then he hid himself. Well... he was definitely not hiding behind us.
In that mysterious space, maybe... he was hiding behind the wooden barrel next to him. When we were wondering, he continued to transfer the sound to the end of the dead end, attracting us to chase him. Finally, he took the opportunity to return to the way he came from.
Ran away."
Snapping his fingers, Victor looked at Rianlong with admiration: "Yes, he is very understanding. Do you remember that guy said that he hid his ability? I guess this is the secret transmission ability that he did not reveal.
"
Lianlong clapped his hands twice, as if admiring the hat master, but immediately asked Victor: "So, what should we do next? Do we need the whole city to arrest that guy?"
"I'm not even sure what he really looks like. Your divining staff is too far away and can't be measured accurately, so I think there's no chance. Besides, he's not important... By the way! Where's Pickman?" Victor suddenly remembered today.
The cause of the late incident.
Lianlong immediately replied: "I'll place him somewhere outside this street. Don't worry, it's safe there."
"Who would be so short-sighted as to be malicious to that guy? Didn't you see the tragedy of those people in the club?" Victor stood up holding on to the wall. The bleeding on his feet had stopped, but the wound was still there and was slowly growing.
Slowly scarring.
"It'll take about an hour to get better, but I'm a little cold. Let's go and see our painter..." After he finished speaking, he stepped barefoot into the boots without socks, and then walked in Anlong's
With help, leave this area...
…
At this time, the Intelligence Bureau and the Anti-Suppression Department were investigating the disappearance of Glenn's body due to the leakage of internal secrets, led by Victor and Tony.
Compared to the White Crown's conviction of Glenn's treason, the Inspection Bureau and the Department of Defense and Suppression were more concerned about this matter, so they were almost entirely responsible for this case.
After all, the leader of the White Crown, His Excellency George Floyd, has more important things to deal with.
At the top of the platinum tower in the center of the six towers, in the president's office, a man with curly brown hair was leaning peacefully on the sofa chair, looking at the rows of exquisite collections behind him.
He is the current president of Saigon. Although he is thirty-five years old, he looks very young, as if he is 25 years old. He has a baby face.
At this time, another tall man wearing glasses was reporting to him, talking about votes, public tendencies, and the interests of all parties.
In short, election day is coming, and whether they can be re-elected depends on how their party weighs the interests of the people and all parties in the future.
The four years of George's first term have just expired. If he cannot be re-elected, it will be a very embarrassing thing, and many established policies will not be able to continue to be implemented.
But the main person responsible for these issues, the president himself, did not look nervous at all. He even held a basket of candies and desserts and ate them like a child while appreciating the art.
"The Progressive Party threatens to make you lose the election, Mr. President." The man reporting on the work reminded him seriously.
George turned his chair, turned his body around, and looked at the other person with a smile: "Oh, really? Who will they assign to compete with me?"
The man said a name, and George immediately waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, that guy is definitely out of business."
"But his vote support rate remains high and is about to surpass you, Your Excellency..." the man continued to give a stern warning.
The curly brown-haired president yawned: "What a bunch of naive fools... They always think that those who can sit in this position only need the votes of the people."