A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

"The descending angel."

Gray didn't like this title, just like she didn't like cheap taverns that were filled with noisy sounds and the smell of smoke.

Although she can no longer speak the language of her tribe, she still remembers that she is not a Christian. Her father told her that she should believe in the trickling river, the gently falling raindrops, and the shining sun. He said these are the only things he should believe in. It is the true Bible.

It's just that after her father died, Gray could no longer read these Bibles.

The only thing my father left behind was two hundred Philippine dollars and a feather pendant, which was said to be a sacred object of their clan, although the so-called clan had already gone their separate ways.

Gray couldn't understand what special energy there was in this feather. She hung it on her chest just because of some habit.

Oh, I'm going too far. I almost forgot to hide the pendant in my clothes, otherwise it would leave clues.

Gray opened her collar and hid the feather pendant between her cloak and shirt.

Her boots stepped on the asphalt road, flanked by low gray buildings. This was a residential area. There was a faint odor permeating the road. Maybe there was a trash can not far away.

Several children were hiding in a corner in the distance, whispering something, but Gray could easily hear what they were saying.

"Hey Hana, do you think that person is a boy or a girl?"

"It must be a man. How can a woman wear pants?"

"But she doesn't have an Adam's apple?"

"Many people don't have it, except the coward Hou Min!"

"The coward Hou Min is not a man. My father said he has no eggs..."

Talking about himself... Gray cast his gaze over, and the children quickly discovered it and escaped through the passage.

Although this might be a clue to expose herself, Gray did not pursue it.

Complete the task first. Old Bull said he would stay here until six o'clock in the afternoon and then return to the police station. Gray needed to follow him when he just left, so the time needed to be stuck.

The target was not far from here. Gray put on his hood and covered his face in the shadows.

Soon, she came to a red brick townhouse. Two people were sitting in front of one of the doors.

After waiting patiently for half an hour, two other people came from a distance to change shifts with them. Gray sat on the ground like an inconspicuous homeless man, silently listening to their conversation.

"How long does Mr. Mickey's protection remain?"

"Three days, phew, this post is finally coming to an end."

"Butcher Eli has no record of attacking the same person twice, right?"

"No, but that's just in case."

"I'll take over. Where will you go soon?"

"Just go home, I don't have as much night life as Aiden," one person said.

The two people next to me laughed: "Your wife seems to be very strict?"

"She is so old-fashioned, God, I really wonder how I fell in love with her before..."

After chatting for a few more words, the blond man waved to his companion and left with the police officer named Aiden next to him.

Gray stood up silently and followed them.

Two people...no, one person now.

It didn't take long for Aiden to separate from the blond man. Judging from his direction, he should have gone to a nearby dance club.

It was one of the trendiest entertainment venues of the era, and they also served marijuana and moonshine.

The remaining blond man walked towards the tram stop alone. He was not wearing a police uniform and looked like an ordinary off-duty clerk.

Gray followed him casually. She controlled the distance very well, but hung far behind him. This distance was neither easy to be discovered nor lost. In fact, it would not be surprising even if someone found her following the man. This city, like all cities in the world, does not lack homeless people and pickpockets. A poor man followed the middle class, waiting for an opportunity to beg or take directly from them. It has become commonplace to take what you need.

However, there were no people around, and the children who had been playing nearby were also missing. They must have found a new good place.

Gray looked around, she was about to take action.

Hall planned to take the tram home directly, which meant that she needed to solve the problem before the other party got on the tram.

There can be no further delay.

Gray lowered his head and silently increased his speed, like a wanderer who was determined to reach out and beg.

But unlike the waif, a rusty hacksaw slipped out of her sleeve. This is also not a special weapon. It can be seen everywhere, but it is equally deadly.

As the distance between the two gradually shortened, Hall's voice also reached Gray's ears.

"Let's get a pizza near home tonight...and I won't cook."

"Lilia still has to take care of the child, so she needs to take a good rest."

"If you don't have to stand guard any more, please take a leave and go back to spend time with them..."

Hall didn't notice Gray coming from behind. The latter's footsteps looked like ordinary people, but if you pay close attention, you can find that she didn't make a sound when walking, like a silent hunter.

No, she is. Now all he needs to do is embed this hacksaw into the back of his neck, which is a person's weakest point. Just one blow can kill him... Gray thought, killing intent slowly flowing out, and power flowing from his body to his palms. , then just raise the hacksaw and evacuate quickly...

"Hey, when will little Landa learn to say daddy..."

Gray's body stopped for a moment.

...Maybe it's better to confirm again.

She spoke immediately.

"Mr. Hall?"

The blond man in front subconsciously turned around. In this short moment, he saw a black shabby hood, a thick cloak covering it, and a pair of brown eyes hidden in the hood.

These eyes are sharp and cold, and at the same time both sides understand who is the prey.

Hall knew the current situation instantly. Combined with what happened during this period, one thought after another flashed through his mind, but only one of the most instinctive reactions remained, which turned into cold sweat.

Draw your gun!

He subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist. In battles between C-level wizards and below, guns are better than anything else!

But faster than the trembling hand trying to pull the trigger, there was a black shadow.

"boom!"

Gray kicked his hand, and the huge force cracked the finger bones. The pistol that had just been holstered flew out, tracing a gray trajectory.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull sound of flesh being torn apart.

Hall's body suddenly stiffened, and a stream of hot blood spurted out, forming a small fountain in mid-air.

His neck was ripped open with a hacksaw.

This is a fatal injury, obviously.

Hall clutched his neck in pain, fell heavily, and then curled up into a ball.

But Gray just pulled off a piece of clothing without expression and wrapped it around the hacksaw.

She turned her head and glanced at Hall. The latter's life was slowly passing away, but it would take some time. Cutting off the carotid artery was not the fastest way to kill someone. A direct hit to the heart or head could kill him faster.

But this was her old style, and she needed to change it now.

Gray looked at Hall.

"What are you thinking about?" Gray lowered his head and asked.

The latter did not answer, and Mr. Hall murmured and made lip-syncing gestures.

It seems like...an angel...

How could he know?

Forget it.

Gray walked aside and picked up the pistol.

She opened the hammer and pointed it at Hall.

"Yes, but this is not divine punishment."