Chapter 36 Assassin vs. Assassin
Before coming to the dock area, Klein had performed a divination and determined that Angel's trip was "dangerous, but not serious."
However, she was cautious and still planned her route to sneak in with the utmost vigilance, and successfully completed Mrs. Green's commission without alerting anyone.
With the mission successfully completed, Angel inevitably let down her guard. The moment she opened the door, she was not mentally prepared for the possibility of being attacked.
In addition, she was holding a notebook in one hand and the door handle in the other, leaving the door wide open. The alternating light and dark inside and outside the room also had a significant impact on her vision enhanced by the assassin's potion. The attacker's chosen timing for the attack was flawless.
Fortunately, as an extraordinary person, her spiritual intuition gave her a hint of warning at the moment before she was attacked, causing Angel to hesitate for a moment before stepping out of the door. When the hand holding the dagger stretched out from the shadows, she still had some room to dodge.
In a panic, Angel raised his left hand holding the notebook to block the dagger's path, and pushed forward with his other hand holding the door handle, trying to close the door again, while his body leaned back with the reaction force.
But the attacker's attack power was far beyond her expectations. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the sharp dagger easily penetrated two thick covers and a finger-thick piece of paper. The door that she tried to close was also pushed open with great force, knocking Angel behind the door's feet off the ground and falling backwards.
The moment the door opened, Angel, who was in mid-air, could see the attacker clearly. He was wearing a hooded cloak with his back to the light, and his tight black clothes outlined his thin body. The right hand that broke open the door was holding a strangely shaped dagger, and the tip of the dagger was stuck with a notebook that had been pierced through.
Before her enhanced vision could see the face under the hood, Angel felt a sharp pain on her back. She flew across half the room and hit the thick desk with a dull thud.
She used the force to flip backwards, rolled across the table, and came to the other side of the desk.
The hooded man, whose sneak attack failed, threw the notebook on the dagger aside without hesitation, took two steps, and chased to the desk. He supported himself on the edge of the desk with his left hand, and swung his whole body horizontally in the air like a gymnast, and kicked Angel with his right foot at a large angle.
Angel, who was not yet stable on her feet, had to continue to retreat to avoid the fierce kick. The desk was not far from the window, and after taking a step back, she was pressed against the curtains and had nowhere to hide.
But this dodge also gave her precious time. At the moment when the hooded man flipped over the desk with a kick, she had already pulled out the double-edged dagger from the leather scabbard tied to the outside of her thigh, and swung it at the enemy with the knife in her reverse hand.
The hooded man paused, as if he had not expected the other party to dare to fight back, but immediately reacted and raised the dagger to face Angel.
The two daggers collided with each other. Originally, Angel was just planning to make a feint and then distance himself to draw his gun, but he found that the opponent's blocking force was not as strong as he imagined. He immediately changed his tactics, holding the dagger in a straight grip and attacking continuously. Although several stabs in different directions were blocked by the hooded man, the offensive and defensive postures of both sides had been exchanged.
Now Angel has the initiative, and the hooded man can only block the attacks one by one, and his movements are stretched to the limit.
Seeing the situation reversed, the hooded man struggled to block the attack, then reached under his cloak with his left hand, grabbed something, and threw it towards Angel. His movements were so fast that she couldn't see it clearly even with her assassin's eyesight.
Worried that there was something strange about the projectile, Angel swung his dagger, forcing the hooded man back. At the same time, he exerted force with his feet and stepped back, increasing the distance between the two.
With a few "pa" sounds, the objects thrown by the hooded man fell to the ground. Angel's dark vision swept through and found several copper pennies rolling on the floor.
I was so worried, but I didn't expect to be tricked by the other party.
Angel was angry and wanted to continue chasing, but he found that the hooded man who was in a panic under the continuous attacks just now changed his posture, holding the dagger in both hands, and rushed towards him at a speed comparable to the previous sneak attack.
This is the "Assassin's" charged attack!
At this moment, Angel finally understood the identity of the hooded man.
The other party is also an extraordinary person who has taken the "Assassin" potion!
The potion gave the assassin the ability to concentrate all his strength into a single strike, so when Angel was attacked while opening the door, he was knocked away by his extraordinary strength, and when he fought back, he found that the opponent's strength had "weakened."
At this moment, the hooded man assumed a posture as if to strike with all his strength, apparently unleashing this extraordinary ability again.
Angel didn't dare to block it and could only dodge to the side, avoiding the fatal blow with both strength and speed. When the opponent's hands holding the dagger stretched to the limit, he kicked him in the waist.
From the battle just now, she had discovered that this "assassin" had limited combat experience.
When the two were fighting face to face, the "assassin" could still block and counterattack properly, but as soon as she changed her moves, the opponent could not keep up with the rhythm.
As expected, after the attack failed, the hooded man was unable to make an effective block against the kick aimed at his lower body. Angel's right leg in the leather boot kicked the opponent's soft flank and kicked him away.
Just like Angel who was knocked away just now, the hooded man also crashed into the desk in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, he was not very skilled in adjusting his body, and after knocking over the small bookshelf on the desk, he rolled twice before barely stopping at the other end of the room.
"grass……"
The hooded man stood up again, holding his stomach and uttered the first word after entering the room. He gripped the dagger again and was about to launch another attack, but when he raised his head, he was stunned.
Angel held a revolver that was obviously too large in size, with the black muzzle pointing at him.
"You are also an 'assassin', right? Who sent you?"
Angel, who had regained the initiative, asked. The hooded man was kicked against the wall and had nowhere to hide. She only needed to pull the trigger to end the battle. In this situation, she tried to find out the other party's identity.
She didn't think there were such extraordinary thugs in the Labor Mutual Aid Association.
"How could you..." The hooded figure, whose Beyonder identity was exposed, was dumbfounded. Then he realized, "'Also'? So you are one too. No wonder you were able to dodge my deadly attack. How did you get the potion?"
Fatal attack? Your name doesn't really match your strength... And with your attack full of loopholes, even if I'm not a Beyonder, it wouldn't be too difficult to deal with it...
Angel laughed at this inexperienced assassin in his heart, but said coldly, "It's you who's being pointed at by the gun, not me. Answer the question."
She shook the revolver.
"Hmph..." The hooded man didn't intend to answer honestly. He snorted softly, "The people downstairs are all thugs from the Mutual Aid Association. I had a hard time luring them all away. If you open fire, you won't be able to escape even if you have wings."
No wonder workers' protests happened so coincidentally at the Labor Mutual Aid Union's warehouse. It turns out this guy was behind it all...
Angel gripped the pistol tightly, his thumb cocking the hammer to the cocked position. The slight sound made the hooded man stiffen. "I never think about things that far ahead."
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything."
The hooded man finally compromised. He held the dagger between two fingers in one hand and let it hang naturally. With the other hand, he lifted up his hood. Under the hood was a young and tender face, which was covered with sweat from the fight just now.
"I'm only here to retrieve Zeke's account book. It contains information about the mutual aid society's accounts. It's worthless, at least not in your hands," the young assassin replied, his eyes fixed on Angel's gun. "The rest of the jewels and gold pounds are yours. Just hand over the account book to me."
"Tsk... Look, there's no fundamental conflict between us."
He smacked his lips and added.
Account book? I searched the whole room, but there's no account book.
Angel glanced across the room, trying to recall what he had forgotten. When he saw the notebook that had just been thrown to the ground by the young assassin after it had blocked a knife for him, he finally reacted.
This guy is talking about...could it be this notebook?
The assassin who noticed Angel's movements followed her gaze to the ground and was also stunned.
The next moment, the young assassin ignored the gun pointed at him and rushed towards the notebook using his hands and feet.
"Bang--"
Angel pulled the trigger directly, but the opponent seemed to have used the ability of "fatal attack" again, and his movements were much faster than the previous fight, so her shot missed and made a hole in the cheap painting on the wall.
Now that she had already fired the gun, Angel no longer had any scruples. She aimed again at the assassin who had fallen to the ground and was about to shoot again, but she saw a flash of cold light. The assassin had already thrown the dagger that he had not let go of when he was kicked away as a throwing knife.
The hasty attack was not very accurate, and Angel dodged the dagger by turning sideways, but the opponent took advantage of this moment to grab the notebook on the ground, rolled along, and came to the door.
Angel pulled the trigger again, and this time he finally hit the assassin at the door. Blood splattered on the opponent's shoulder, and he let out a muffled groan, but his hand was tightly holding the notebook and refused to let go.
This is too much. Are you really going to risk your life for notes?
At the moment Angel was stunned, the injured assassin had already used the impact of the bullet to crawl out of the door, and disappeared in the corridor in a flash, causing Angel's third shot to miss again.
He lacks the ability to fight, but not only does he have the ability to escape, but it's also very strong... Angel looked speechlessly at the trail of blood splattered on the door frame. She walked around the desk and quickly came to the door. She looked inside and could no longer find the assassin.
But the deserted corridor was not silent. There were bursts of shouting coming from the bottom of the stairs in the middle of the corridor, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps gradually approaching. It seemed that the members of the mutual aid association downstairs had heard the gunshots and were rushing upstairs.
Angel put her dagger back into the scabbard, pulled the dagger thrown by the assassin from the wall, rushed out of the president's office, and kicked open the door opposite with her speed. The moment she entered the room, other staff members appeared on the stairs.
“There!”
"Across from the president's office! Don't let him get away!"
Crash——
Along with the sound of breaking glass, the middle-aged man who had been appeasing the protesting workers downstairs rushed into the room Angel had entered with several thugs. They saw that the glass windows were smashed open and the wind was blowing the curtains constantly. The room was empty.
"He jumped out of the window and ran away. Go down and chase him!"
A head popped out of the window and looked down.
"The door of the president's office has been pried open. We must catch him, otherwise..."
"Calm down, everyone!"
The middle-aged man who had been confronting the workers at the main gate roared, quieting the room.
"It's five or six meters high here. Who could jump down and escape unscathed? The window was smashed open by a chair. He's misleading us. This guy must still be in the warehouse. Matt, take your men to guard the stairs, and the rest of you, follow me and search each room!"
Angel leaned on the roof and heard the chaotic footsteps coming from the window below. After confirming that everyone had left, she jumped down from the top floor. With the activation of the assassin's ability "lightness", her body floated more than ten meters like a feather before gently landing on the ground.
When she rushed into the room, she heard the sound of Labor Mutual Aid Union thugs rushing up to the second floor from behind. Knowing that she could not escape their sight in a short time, Angel decisively smashed the window with a chair, made a misleading move, and then quickly climbed up to the top floor through the window.
As expected, there were also smart people in the mutual aid association. The deliberately disguised scene was quickly discovered, and she was able to take advantage of the time when the other party was searching the warehouse to escape.
But when she thought of the mysterious assassin just now, the pride that Angel had felt in escaping from the warehouse with a little trick disappeared in an instant. She tightened her windbreaker and blended into the busy crowd as she walked towards the public carriage station.
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