The rain became heavier, and the number of pedestrians on the street soon became sparse.
Gryffindor, who was walking at the front and wearing a large windbreaker, was walking hastily. He must have spotted the six pursuers behind him.
The six trackers hanging not far behind didn't seem to care about their whereabouts being discovered by their prey. They still blocked all Gryffindor's escape routes at a leisurely pace and slowly narrowed the encirclement.
But neither the prey nor the hunter noticed that not far from them, in every shadow, there was a leisurely figure holding an umbrella.
That clever concealment prevented anyone from noticing Heather's existence.
Not long after, Gryffindor was blocked by six people in an abandoned alley.
Only a small part of the flickering streetlight could shine into the dark alley. Gryffindor stood in the middle of the alley, breathing heavily and looking back and forth to both ends of the alley.
There were three people at each end slowly approaching him. The thoughts in each person were flowing like a silent river. They were masters among masters!
“Sahelta’s lackey! Don’t you know my nickname!?”
Gryffindor's face was sallow under the hood, and his eyes were sunken. He mustered up all his energy and waved his paws towards the three people in front of him. The dense rainwater immediately twisted into the shape of a tiger's claw and struck at the three people in the air!
五四]!
The five twisted phantoms that were enough to split the rock were blocked by a tall man wearing a plaid shirt before they got close. His skin turned into the color of iron, and the [Five-pierced Leeches] struck at his exposed skin.
Several violent sparks appeared on the skin, but apart from some pieces of clothing, there were no scratches.
“Haha, little Rosta’s [black steel armor] is not something that your weak telekinesis ability can break through.”
A blond woman with a ponytail said with a smile: "We have wasted so many days. Mr. Gryffindor, can you stop struggling?"
Gryffindor gasped for breath. He was exhausted after being chased by these thugs from the United States of Sahelta for so many days. He thought he could escape during the heavy rain, and if not, he could use himself to lure him away.
I was proud of my telekinesis ability [Five-Guan Leech] to fight a bloody path, but I didn't expect that these bastards had already planned everything!
"You... you bastards! I have no friendship with the 'Nian Zhan Knife' at all, why do you have to stare at me! Someone is coming! The United States of Sahelta is killing people in the street!!"
Gryffindor roared desperately, even if it could attract a few passers-by to help him create a chance to escape? But the alley was in a remote location and it was raining heavily, so there were no pedestrians passing by at all.
At the other end of the alley, a brown-haired man wearing a black suit put his hands in his pockets and said impatiently: "It's so noisy! Let Li Mu use [dirty surgery] to cut off his tongue. It's really not possible."
If so, the vocal cords and hamstrings would also be removed."
Behind him, an Asian man with long black hair combed back tilted his head, and his long and thin fingers looked more like scalpels than dead branches.
The blond ponytail woman who spoke before was still smiling: "I'm arresting you not because you have a relationship with the 'Nian Zhan Sword', but because the 'Zhan Nian Sword' used your signature telekinesis ability to kill the giant hyena. Sa
The United States of Helta wants all telepathic people in the world to know that anyone who has provided help to the Nenzanto must be eliminated regardless of the reason."
The tall man in the flowered shirt, known as Little Rosta, continued: "Otherwise, if a random telepathic person who thinks he is great would dare to threaten the five most powerful superpowers in the world today, would V5 still have a face? This is a textbook.
It’s like ‘killing a chicken to scare the monkey’.”
"...You guys are so unprofessional. You still talk so much in front of the prey, even though it is indeed not confidential information." The straight-backed old man with Chinese hair shook his head: "Okay, let's do it quickly, my [Idle Man's Red Card] continues
It won’t be long.”
The man in a suit with a side-parted suit looked at the Asian man behind him, Li Mu, and raised his chin in the direction of Gryffindor. The latter nodded, lowered his hands and walked towards Gryffindor step by step.
Gryffindor desperately thought about resisting, but facing six first-rate telepathic beings who were all stronger than him, his little struggle was quickly wiped out.
At this moment, the voice of the eighth person came from the end of the alley:
“So, you are from the Sahelta United States Security Agency (S.S.A)?”
Everyone turned their heads and discovered that there was a well-proportioned black-haired man standing at the end of the alley holding a black umbrella. His face behind the glasses was blurred in the rain.
"Brother, it's not a good habit to be nosy." Little Rosta turned around and walked slowly towards the black-haired young man, but made a gesture with the hand behind his back - kill him.
While the black-haired young man was attracted by little Rosta, the man in a partial suit suddenly appeared behind the black-haired man, and his hands turned into sharp knives and twisted towards the young man's neck.
bang!
The two arms flew out with the suit cuffs attached, smashed against the alley wall and then slid down, leaving two blood-red drag marks.
The dull-eyed head of the man in the suit fell to the ground in the rain. The headless and handless body shook and then spurted out a large amount of blood. However, it was blocked by the deflected black umbrella, and the black umbrella surface was dyed blood red.
, dark red blood drops dripping down.
The black-haired young man casually raised his umbrella and turned it around a few times, and blood spray fell to his feet. His voice was still calm: "I ask and you answer, is it difficult?"
The remaining five seventh-level agents of the United States Security Agency in Sahelta immediately stood ready. Clint, the man in a suit who was killed just now, was the second-best enhanced master in melee combat ability and speed among them, but he was instantly killed by this black-haired young man with one blow.
, the one who comes is not good.
The huafa old man who was standing further back took the time to glance at the 'Rain Tiger' Gryffindor to prevent him from escaping, but when he glanced at him, the old man was stunned.
Because he could not see any joy of being rescued on Gryffindor's face, but the fear and horror of falling into the abyss of despair.
"It's not me! I didn't betray you!! Why... aren't you dead? Everyone says you are dead! Why do dead people still appear!"
Gryffindor sat down in the rain, screaming in terror, trying his best to crawl back on his hands and knees but was unable to do so.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the black-haired young man. He had glasses, slightly curly black hair, a well-proportioned figure of 1.83 meters, and...that blurry face.
“…Nian-Zhan Knife?” The Huafa old man said the title subconsciously, and then his face turned pale.
Not only him, but everyone present fell into deep suspicion...and fear when they heard this name and associated it with the black-haired young man in front of them.
‘Nianzhuandao’ Heather? Isn’t he dead!?
All the suspicious eyes disappeared after seeing the golden cross sword that quietly appeared in Heather's hand. Apart from the patter of rain in the alley, only Heather's indifferent voice remained: "From now on, if
My question still cannot be answered, and one person is killed every second. So...