Chapter 339 A Short but Effective Battle
The moment she saw the strange man, Xio's body moved. Instead of trying to break through the man and rush out of the room, she immediately ran to the only window in the attic, jumped up and hit the center of the wooden window with her elbow.
The heavy elbow strike seemed to hit invisible cotton, dissipating all the power and bouncing her back.
The thin wooden windows remained motionless.
"I never thought I'd see a solo Arbitrator. Do you have a Sequence 7? No, I think it should be a Sequence 8."
The man in the windbreaker opened his arms slightly, making a hugging gesture, and walked forward step by step with a faint smile on his face.
"Don't try again," he said, looking at Xio who was still trying to open the window. "This place is completely sealed off. No one can go out or come in except me. Once I deal with you and this idiot, the doors and windows will open naturally."
He looked at Barron, who was tied to a chair, with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man, but the latter still had panic on his face and his eyes were blank, and he ignored the man's words.
"So who are you, and why are you helping this human trafficker?"
Quinn knocked on the wooden window again, and after confirming that not even a sound could be heard, he gave up and turned to the man at the door to ask.
She did not panic because she was not alone.
"You don't know who I am, but you're trying to target my men and even trying to get information out of them?"
"I'm just doing this to earn a few pounds."
Xio answered casually, looking around, but still didn't see any movement from Irene Watson who was hiding nearby, so he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"I'm curious, how much money did the other party pay for your life? Is it worth it?"
The man in the windbreaker took two steps forward and said with a sneer, but the next moment, he pushed forward with his left hand and said solemnly:
"Invisibility is prohibited here!"
Invisible waves surged out from his body, and a figure suddenly appeared about two meters behind him.
…
"slow!"
Filthy devilish words came out of Angel's mouth, and her eyes seemed to be surging with lava, and her brown pupils turned bright yellow. Although the man she was staring at subconsciously dodged sideways when he heard the movement, he was still hit, and his movements immediately became extremely slow.
As Heras sneered, Angel's "malicious perception" sensed that the Beyonder who had escaped from Capin's mansion had turned his target towards her. Without hesitation, she immediately launched an attack, shouting out different "commands" almost at the same time as the other party.
The next moment, a long ice spike appeared in her hand and she swung it out.
A flash of light flashed from Heras' body, the same light as when he was "confined" here. His slow body immediately accelerated, and he barely avoided the sharp ice spikes pointing at his head. The ice spikes pierced into the floor behind him, and the cold air spread rapidly, forming a gradually spreading layer of ice on the ground.
"You again!"
Seeing the "witch" appearing behind him, Heras's face was filled with anger. He still remembered the morning when he fled in a panic like a stray dog, and the reason why he went from being a bodyguard of the Beyonder who enjoyed luxury every day to a wanted man hanging around in the East District.
He was answered by several black flames that were much larger than the last time he saw them.
"exile!"
Another ancient Hermetic word appeared, and the target was not a certain person, but the flying black flame. A powerful force pushed all the black flames away, revealing Angel behind.
Heras pulled out his huge gold-inlaid revolver from under his windbreaker like lightning and fired a shot without even aiming. Amidst the huge gunfire and roar, Angel, who was pointed at by the gun, was pulled to the side by a huge force and instantly left her original position. The wooden wall of the attic behind her was punched with a hole by the large-caliber bullet, but it was not penetrated due to the effect of "confinement".
The ice layer created by the ice spikes behind him gradually spread and soon surged to Heras's feet. He took two steps forward to avoid being affected by the frost. His right hand holding the gun continued to track Angel's fast-moving body, and he muttered new words:
"captivity."
His voice was not loud, but his will was firm. Angel, who was targeted by him, felt something was wrong. Pulled by the spider silk, he quickly changed direction, then hit the invisible wall and fell back to the ground.
The imprisonment is in effect!
Compared to second-hand "arbitrators" like Ms. D, Heras is obviously more proficient in this.
"release!"
Heras held the gun in one hand and pointed forward with the other. At the moment when the imprisonment effect was lifted, he fired two shots from the golden revolver, one at the chest and one at the head, accurately hitting Angel who had no way to escape, and smashed her into glass shards all over the ground.
As if he had already anticipated the result, he rolled away from the spot without hesitation, avoiding another ice spike from behind, and then aimed the revolver behind him, aiming at Angel who was using a mirror substitute to avoid the attack.
Facing him was the same black muzzle of a gun.
"Bang--"
The "Good Luck" pistol, with the hammer cocked in advance, fired first. The large-caliber bullet with half the power hit Heras' chest. After penetrating the skin and muscles, it was stuck in the sternum, preventing him from being shot through the heart.
"Spiritual Piercing!"
Ignoring the severe pain in his chest, Heras gritted his teeth and launched his extraordinary ability to directly attack the opponent's spiritual body. Angel, who was about to fire the second shot, showed pain in his eyes and his movements paused briefly.
Now is the time!
"die!"
Sentencing the opponent's fate in ancient Hermetic language, Heras clenched his left fist, veins bulging on his arm, and struck out with all his might in a manner that the opponent could neither resist nor dodge, while his entire body was pulled up by some force, leaving a residual shadow and crashing into Angel who was standing there in a daze.
"puff--"
There was a sound like a knife cutting flesh, and Heras's fatal punch hit Angel's shoulder.
But it was as powerless as a gentle caress.
The bone spur in Angel's hand had unfolded into a bone sword more than one meter long. He pointed at Heras's body as he rushed towards him. The blood-stained tip of the sword extended from his back, flashing a confusing dark red in the dim light.
In a corner of the room, Xio, who was hiding from the frost, stared blankly at the two figures gradually separating. She didn't expect that in less than half a minute, the man in the windbreaker who had been so arrogant and threatened that she would die here was "dead" just as he said.
With the death of the Extraordinary Person who issued the ban, the "confinement" effect around the attic immediately disappeared. The wooden window that had been smashed by Xio several times finally released the pressure on it and flew out with a bang, leaving only an empty window. The cold night wind blew in from outside, allowing a small amount of fresh air to enter the cold but dull attic.
"He just now...seemed to know you?"
After being stunned for a few seconds, Xio looked at the tall figure of Irene Watson and asked a question out of the blue.
Angel looked back at the bounty hunter coldly, and the expression on her face gradually returned to its previous indifference. Just as she was about to speak, there was a "clang" sound behind her. Barron suddenly jumped up from the wooden chair and rushed towards the door that had been released from "confinement" and was already half open at a speed that was no less than the speed of the two people fighting just now.
He had secretly cut the ropes that bound him without knowing when. Now, when he saw the best opportunity, he broke open the wooden door without looking back, rushed out of the attic, and strode towards the window.
The human trafficker did not plan to go down the stairs one floor at a time, because he would definitely be stopped by the two people who jumped down from the door. He wanted to jump directly from the window to the street. Whether he went through the sewer or escaped through the alley, it would be better than staying here!
The next second, the burly man with brown skin flew back at a speed even faster than when he rushed out, with a dagger stuck in his chest and blood gushing out of the wound.
It was the dagger that Angel gave to Sherman.
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