People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 505 Assassin
In the narrow alley.

The young man with a pair of animal ears held a classical long sword embedded with red gems in his hand and killed the enemy with a gun.

This must be a very rare treasure.

The gunman said silently in his heart, and then fired again without hesitation. The three bullets filled with magic power in his body burst out with orange flames from the muzzle, piercing the air and shooting towards the opponent.

But it was like a young swordsman from the Middle Ages. The silver-white classical long sword in his hand was slashing horizontally at this moment.

Immediately, there was a clang, and the warheads fired one after another at high speed were split in half from the middle position.

Lothar stood leaning on his sword with a calm expression.

Sir, times have not changed!
A trace of surprise flashed across the gunner's golden vertical pupils. He had seen people who could dodge bullets, but it wasn't because their speed could really beat bullets, but because they observed the direction of the opponent's muzzle in advance and made prejudgmental actions.

This kind of sword splitting bullets was the only thing he had ever seen in his life.

Aren't you just a corner guy, a pawn exploring the path?

Just astonished.

Lothar had already held the sword in one hand, and his body quickly passed through the narrow corridor, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him. The speed actually increased from stillness to an unimaginable level in an instant.

Lothar was no longer what he used to be. With the blessing of blood waterfall, his short-distance sprinting was far beyond the scope of ordinary centurions of the wolf tribe in this world.

boom--

The gunman turned around and shot without looking back, while stepping on the seat of a bicycle parked on the roadside, using the force to fly into the air, trying to climb to the roof of the building.

But this time.

A blazing firelight, with a scorching heat wave, quickly struck from behind the gunman.

He was caught off guard and had to stop. Looking at the fire spreading in front of him, he had no choice but to turn and run away.

Behind him, Lothar held a sword in one hand and controlled fire with the other, pressing forward step by step.

Wherever it passed, the fire that had spread quickly decreased and was extinguished.

Lothar's fighting style has captured the essence of the demon hunter's dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

The two of them were running, jumping and chasing each other on the rooftops of different heights.

Seeing that Lothar was chasing closer and closer and the gunman no longer ran away, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but after thinking for a moment, he took out a filtered cigarette from the iron box in his pocket and held it in his mouth. inside.

Lothar stopped and did not approach rashly, but asked casually: "Tell me, who ordered you?"

"Ah."

The gunman showed a mocking smile.

But Lothar just smiled and said, "Forget it if you don't say anything."

"A specially trained gunman cannot be lax in his mouth. There may be poison hidden in the dentures in your mouth, or in the filter of the cigarette. As soon as I get close, you will take the poison and commit suicide."

The gunman's expression changed slightly.

"It seems that I got it right."

Lothar raised her hand and said, "Please."

He said with great interest: "I have only seen this kind of plot in novels. I would like to ask, if you hide poison in your dentures, what if you accidentally squeeze the poison when chewing bones?"

The gunman endured it, probably because he was not professional enough, but he still said: "Are you a dog, insisting on chewing bones?"

"She's actually a female shooter."

Lothar was a little surprised by the softness of the other person's voice, and said with a smile: "I thought you wouldn't talk to me."

The female gunner said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you do any investigation before you assassinated me?"

"Of course I did, Lothar Saluzzo, a fringe corner guy who is of Saluzzo blood, but has quite average talent - otherwise, the family would not have sent a gunman of my level to deal with you."

Lothar smiled: "Unfortunately, the report was wrong, so now you fall into my hands."

He snapped his fingers: "Would you like me to light one for you? It will be the last one before you die anyway." The female gunman was a little surprised and said: "You are so looking forward to my death? You don't want to know who wants to Kill you?"

"Of course I want to know, but it's useless to think. After all, you seem to be a steadfast and unyielding character who is willing to accept death. Out of respect for you, I will strip you naked and hang you up after your death to warn the mastermind behind you. messenger."

The female gunner gritted her teeth and her voice trembled: "I'm not even afraid of death. Do you think I will still care about the rotten flesh left behind after death? How will you deal with it?"

Lothar shook his head: "Of course I don't think so. I'm just borrowing your body to warn the people behind the scenes. No matter what plans you have against the Bologna family, don't involve our Saluzzo family."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand again and signaled: "Please get on your way."

The female gunner snorted coldly: "You think I don't dare?"

She worked up her emotions for a while, her eyes filled with water, and she was about to chew the poison hidden in the cigarette holder.

cough--

The female shooter suddenly coughed violently, and the cigarette in her mouth flew out, and was caught in a soft and white palm.

"It seems that I came at the right time."

Lavinia pulled the tail off the cigarette, glanced at the glass medicine bottle hidden inside, frowned and threw it to the ground, then raised her boots and crushed it on it.

She said to Lothar: "Don't be surprised, it was my ability just now."

Lothar carefully studied Lavinia's expression and realized that she was most likely unaware of the matter, so she said, "Miss Lavinia, why are you here?"

"I met a bad shooter"

Lavinia briefly described the incident.

“It doesn’t have to be lame.”

Lothar smiled: "If I die, if you come after me now, I'm afraid someone will accidentally discover me immediately and accuse me of being the murderer of me."

"Am I right, Miss Gunner?"

The gunman was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

Lavinia frowned deeply: "Even if there are no witnesses, I can't get away from the fact that you two died after meeting me."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little enlightened. From this point of view, it seemed that there were traces of manipulation behind the scenes in Lorenzo's case - so, was this really a conspiracy to provoke a fight between the Bologna and Saluzzo families?
"Right."

"What are you going to do with her next?"

"According to the tradition of the Saluzzo family, of course she was thrown into the dungeon and used some shady means to make her speak."

The gunman shuddered. The dungeon of the Saluzzo family was an extremely terrifying nightmare for all wolf assassins. This was why when she saw that Lothar was about to catch up, she simply stopped and planned to take poison. reason.

"Give her to me."

Lavinia considered her words, trying to persuade Lothar.

"Of course, Miss Lavinia."

Lavinia opened her mouth slightly, obviously surprised by Lothar's cheerfulness.

"As I said, Miss Lavinia, I would really like to be your friend."

"This"

Lavinia was actually very conflicted in her heart, because this scene was very similar to the scenes when her colleagues who were sent to prison by herself were bribed by gang members. In the beginning, they just said that they would make friends. friend.

But gradually, these friends will lower the bottom line of colleagues again and again.

Justice is corrupted.

Laws have been eroded.

Seeing the conflict flashing in Lavinia's eyes, he couldn't help but smile:

"Miss Lavinia, friends will not make things difficult for each other. If you make undue demands, you will no longer be friends. So, you don't need to worry about it. In fact, I think a principled person like you, There was no need to worry about this in the first place.”

Lavinia was a little confused and asked, "Why are you so persistent in being friends with me?"

(End of this chapter)