Not to mention that there may be more enemies stationed outside, just finding a boat and driving it to the shore... this operation would take more than three minutes, right?
Hitzfeld questioned instinctively, but the woman's actions were almost faster than her thoughts.
She felt herself being thrown out violently, and through the gap she saw a second person rushing in from outside, whose original goal was probably to knock her to the ground.
I fell down and rolled half a circle on the cold floor. I seemed to hear vaguely the sound of metal clashing at close range, which made my whole head buzz.
Hitzfeld knew that all she could do now was not to cause trouble for her companions.
Remembering that the basic layout of these mansions was the same, even including the furniture, she reached out and grabbed the handle of a cabinet door while tumbling, pulled it open, and curled up to hide inside.
"This..." The people who rushed in later were stunned when they saw this scene.
The mansion was invaded, and they had to subdue the enemy as soon as possible. And the best target among these people was the gray-haired girl... They had planned to capture her or kill her first to reduce the number of troops, so how could she react so quickly?
"Bang!" Before the person in front could recover from his shock, a slender whip-leg swept over with a fierce wind, and his ankle cut directly into his neck like a silver hook.
The man was half-flying out as if he was hit by a car, and his head hit the corner of the stove table. His body slid down limply and did not move.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Moore fired three shots in a row, killing the three people who squeezed in from behind one by one, and quickly stepped forward to support his brother Wright, freeing him from the close combat with the two men.
"Bang, bang!" Wright snatched his gun and sent the two men to heaven. At the same time, Xia Yibing opened the cabinet door, grabbed Hitzfeld's hand and pulled her out.
ended?
Because he had been hiding in the closet with a metal door panel in front of him as a shield, Hitzfeld did not see the battle. When he came out, he was dazed when he saw the corpses all over the ground.
How many seconds have passed? Five seconds?
Before she could think more, a force hit her knee.
"Oh..." She let out a low cry and her body instinctively wanted to fall forward, but soon the force was reversed - she was picked up sideways by the woman.
"What a hassle..." Amid the violent shaking, she heard Xia Yibing complaining in a low voice.
"If only Chang Xia could be used like a real weapon...even if it's not as sharp..."
The Changxia Sword is the embodiment of nightmares, so it can only be effective against things that contain supernatural powers.
It is a magical weapon for nightmares, bad dreams, and all kinds of evil. But it cannot cut products that do not contain these elements... let alone steel, even a strand of hair cannot be cut.
This is indeed a big drawback, Hitzfeld nodded in his heart. Although Xia's fighting ability is already very high in her opinion, as a close lover who has confirmed their relationship and has almost no secrets from each other, she knows that Xia's skills are almost all in the sword.
She had been practicing swords since she was young, and her pace and attack habits were all based on swordsmanship. She was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out when she couldn't use her long sword, and her fighting ability was greatly reduced.
But the knife is too long.
It was impossible for her to build a similar weapon in real life and carry it in a box like a gun.
The main reason for this embarrassment is that Tarignan is so rotten.
They won't encounter this problem in Sara. No matter how bad the Sara people are, they won't form groups to act as villains. They don't need to face so many thugs who are essentially mortals. Fists, feet and guns are enough to solve everything.
While she was distracted, the team had already rushed into the living room.
Fortunately, there are not many people in this mansion. This may be because there are too many mansions like this... Even if there are more people, considering the issues of concealment and supply, it is impossible to send too many people in when dispersing manpower to every empty house.
Six or seven people died in the kitchen, and there was only one person on duty outside. When they rushed out, the other party hid behind the sofa and tried to shoot them from behind... This behavior might work for ordinary people, but he was facing two time dragons.
Wright-Sally and Moore-Sally easily saw from the past how he hid behind the sofa. After they rushed out, they aimed their guns at there almost at the same time and pulled the trigger the moment the man's head appeared.
Accompanied by crisp gunshots and blood splattering, the last enemy fell down softly.
"There should be a boat outside." Wright looked at his brother with satisfaction and jumped over the sofa. "Hurry! They will definitely hear the noise!"
Moore and the woman followed him out, and the latter hugged Hitzfeld tightly, which made her feel moved and a little amused.
She felt that she still had some sense... Even though her hand-to-hand combat ability wasn't that great, she didn't need to be so protected.
Before she could complain, she saw two moored boats docked at the foot of the steps.
It was slightly smaller than their shuttle boat, and each boat could seat six people. Wright jumped on first, followed by Moore, and Xia Yibing... She had to hold down her flying skirt with her hands and hug Xia's neck tightly.
The boat was rowed outward immediately, Hitzfeld was put down, and then he was knocked down by the woman very quickly.
"Xia!" Feeling pressed down by a soft body, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry of shame and anger.
There was no unexpected movement this time... no gunshots, no collisions, and she suspected that she simply wanted to push her down.
“Don’t move! We can’t be faster than bullets every time.” The woman hugged her tightly and pressed her down hard to prevent her from struggling. “Those two people can’t predict the future. If anything happens to you, I will kill myself.”
Hitzfeld blushed.
There is no more straightforward declaration than this... At least, it has a stronger effect on Hitzfeld than ten thousand "I like you".
This is the insight gained from life and death, which is completely different from those sweet words.
Her head began to feel a little dizzy again.
She didn't know what happened to her... She seemed to have become extremely easily moved. Emotionally and psychologically, she was much more sensitive than before. She would be easily distracted and always have wild thoughts about emotional matters.
Just like now, until the boat shook violently and Xia Yibing picked her up and jumped ashore again, she realized that she had actually spent the most dangerous escape journey in a state of distraction!
No... this isn't me at all!
As he hugged the woman tightly, Hitzfeld felt shocked and angry.
This was definitely not just the effect of love, not just physical pleasure... but there was something else, something invisible that was changing her!
Nature Orb?
She instantly thought of the half of the artifact that had merged with her.
There was a crisp sound of gunfire from behind, and she felt the woman instantly bend her over and hug her tightly, making sure that her upper body was covered by her.
They quickly entered an alley and walked around with Wright-Sally.
Finally... he found a rusty door that had been in disrepair for a long time, opened it, and motioned for them to go in quickly.
After entering, there was a winding tunnel and they continued to walk through it, passing by the underground market, public toilets, antique street and Caishikou. They came out from another alley again and went straight into a clothing shop.
The shop owner was a little surprised by their arrival. He was a bald man with a white beard... and was shocked when he saw Wright.
Wright nodded vigorously at him, and he nodded in response, ignoring them as he went backstage and disappeared behind the dark curtain.
At this point, they were safe for the time being.
"Huh...huh..."
Sliding to the ground, Hitzfeld heard everyone breathing heavily.
There wasn't much she could do, so after thinking for a while, she touched the woman's open hand, reached out and inserted her fingers, just like she had done to her before, and interlocked their fingers tightly.
Xia Yibing felt the intimacy of this action, and she gave a tired smile, while her other hand tightly embraced her slender waist.
very nice.
Their relationship took a step further.
"So…can I know now? About how you guys guessed I was still there, and how you knew it was me."
Wright's voice came from behind.
"It's very simple."
Xia Yibing heard the girl's response.
Because their chests were...pressed tightly together, the vibration of the girl's chest when she spoke was also transmitted to her.
"Because not everyone has the mentality to live normally in a mansion like that... I admit that your behavior of deliberately using the kitchen to cook food to cover up the secret passage was very clever, but Mr. Sally, this directly exposed your identity."
It feels good.
Xia Yibing raised an eyebrow.
After all, I carried her in my arms for such a long time... She shouldn't be too stingy with a reward of this magnitude, right?
Thinking of this, she hugged the girl a little tighter.
Be sure to have something like fingers clasped together as well.
It is important to make that resonance clearer and stronger.
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There will be three more updates tomorrow.
Chapter 64: Free Wright
Hitzfeld didn't notice anything unusual about the woman.
She understood Xia's attachment to her, and there was nothing wrong with this behavior. She just hoped that she would be careful about the situation, after all, there were outsiders here.
And the fact is just as she said: not everyone can accept living in that kind of environment.
No matter who that group was, the two people they sent to follow them didn't dare to live there normally. They might not even blink when killing people, but they would rather stay in that small room until they die, and they don't want to go out unless necessary.
Even the cruel and crazy thugs are so cowardly. How can any normal person remain calm in such an environment?
From here, the range of candidates narrowed down a lot. She felt that the other party was either really perverted, or he had his reasons for doing so.
Wright-Sally fits the bill perfectly... First of all, he is the owner of the mansion, he is very familiar with the place and has no burden living in his own home.
Secondly, his identity might be an Avenger - if the blood and flesh really came from someone he knew, his former friend, then as long as he was not dead, he was doomed to never reconcile with that group of people... That's why he killed those two people and pretended that they were still there. One of his purposes might be to warn the Time Dragon who came to look for him.
She outlined these possibilities, and Wright-Sally, sitting opposite her, applauded softly.
"Very impressive, young lady!" The man with mottled hair laughed, "This idea is very clear... Well, it is indeed difficult to associate it with other targets besides me."
"So you were the servant in disguise?" Moore-Sally was listening nearby with a surprised look on his face. "Why? Who are those people?"
"The Necromancers, who else could it be..." Wright said the enemy's identity in a nonchalant tone and shook his head, "You see, this is what I'm most worried about... You're finally involved."
"This is a long story." He glanced at the two people hugging each other in the darkness across from him, "I'll start from six months ago."
"Six months ago, when the spring breeze might not have come yet, I received a letter from Professor Barn of the History Department of Hot Spring University... He has been working at the school for more than 30 years, and his reputation is so great that even the gangs don't want to touch him easily."
This is easy to understand. After all, he is just a pure old scholar with no title and little money, and the gangsters - all they can take away from Professor Barn is knowledge.
But do they like knowledge? I'm afraid even the most ambitious gang members would not choose to study history.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld remembered Moore's secret crush, that woman also wanted to be a historian.
The reason they were entangled by the gangs was that they had hereditary titles that could help them avoid taxes, but Barn had nothing of the kind, and the gangs had no interest in him.
But he shouldn't be interested in other people either.
Hitzfeld frowned slightly and stared at Wright. She remembered that his occupation was... barely a speculator, and neither a shoe repair machine nor a sewing machine could possibly be connected with history.
"Don't look at me like that." Wright shook his head. "Let me make it clear first, I don't know him, not to that extent... At most we met once before."
"Where?" Hitzfeld asked immediately.
"At a banquet." Wright frowned. "It's troublesome to have money. They all stare at you, asking you to do good deeds and donate more money... I think one of them involved donating to Hot Spring University! They hosted a banquet for me. I had never met people in this circle before, so I was naturally curious about it, so I went and had a conversation with this person at the meeting."
"What were you talking about?"
"How could I remember that? It's good enough that I can remember his face."
"Then why did he..."
"Why did you write to me? That's a good question. I want to know, too." Wright interrupted her unhappily. "I opened the first letter with this doubt in my mind... It was full of nonsense. He politely asked me what I was doing recently. Should I write back and tell him that I was gambling in Chuanliu Street recently? And that I slept with a few beautiful girls?"
He didn't mind talking about his own bad things at all, as if it was not a degradation, but rather a kind of pride.
"Wright..." Moore couldn't stand it anymore, "Father had high hopes for you. He thought you could change Tarignan..."
"Change your ass!" Wright stared at him with a sneer on his face: "Don't be stupid, my good brother. You live with him, so you should understand his thoughts better than me... Have high hopes for me? Are you sure you mean me, not that bullshit prophecy?"
Moore stopped talking, he knew that Wright was right, their father really regarded the prophecy as more important than anything else, otherwise he would not have kept him in Metz and kept talking about the heir to the Dragon Kingdom until his death.
He has a soft personality, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with doing this - after all, aren't other time dragons like this? They disperse and live in seclusion... all to find the possibility of the prophecy coming true. This is the fate of the Time Dragon family.
So he inherited this fate, while Wright jumped out of it.
"That's why I broke up with him." Wright stared at him and said word by word, "I don't agree with you, and I don't want to care about you. I just want to live my own life!"
Is this the reason for his "fall"?
Hitzfeld grumbled inwardly.
The contradiction in the middle can be said to be laid out in the open. She was thinking, since Light-Sally is an extremely stubborn and opinionated person, then what he wants to do most after leaving his family... maybe is to do whatever he wants.
So he improved the shoe repair machine... found people to make money together... gambled from time to time... had dozens of confidantes - he did a little bit of everything, and even "was interested in the academic circle."
He can do whatever he wants. It's really enviable that he can live such a carefree life in Talignan.
