In a dark alley in Paris, Zhao Qian was running and turned around an alley.
He leaned against the wall behind him and stopped.
With 25 points of physical strength, he didn't feel very tired after running for such a long time.
It was clear now that no one could see who did it.
What's more, he also tied a piece of black cloth that was barely enough to cover his face and tore it from a drunken man who fell to the ground.
But the clothes he was wearing belonged to another person.
For this reason, he made a special trip around the city.
Makes people unclear about their course of action.
Taking a slight breath, Zhao Qian listened, and there were indeed a few crisp footsteps coming from behind him.
The guard of Master August.
According to the information, when I shot the guy, the two of them were smoking a little far away, and the other one was distracted for a few minutes because of the beautiful woman who would appear at this time.
Now, they are escaping the blame and just hope to keep their families safe after killing the murderer.
"puff" The man in front had just turned the corner when Zhao Qian drew an arrow from his giant crossbow and they were almost face to face.
He glanced at the body nailed to the wall, but turned a deaf ear to the ticket notification sound in his ears.
"Bang bang bang" Three gunshots were fired.
Zhao Qian glanced at the flintlock bullet that hit his protective shield.
The ticket on his wrist revealed that the protective shield had less than 10 damage absorption points.
It's like he didn't hear it.
The crossbow was put back into the ticket, and the long sword was drawn out neatly.
He stared at the two people.
If he were in a well-lit place, I believe he would be able to see the bloodshot eyes that spread to the whites of his eyes.
The pace is fast.
The two guards had not even taken a few steps back before they were stabbed by the man wearing a black mask.
Yeah, stabbing, like a street gang fight with daggers.
The pain caused Zhao Qian to hold down the man's shoulder with his left hand.
"Pfft pfft" The sword was drawn out and struck again.
He looked like a layman who didn't know how to use a sword, treating the weapon as a long dagger.
The intestines that were severed by the sword blade were exposed.
The smell of blood filled the air.
The bodyguard he held down took another blow.
He was already dead, but he was stabbed again.
Blood flowed on the ground and splashed on both of them.
Zhao Qian let go of his left hand, and the right hand holding the sword was already covered in blood.
He looked at it coldly and let the body fall straight to the ground.
He raised his head and glanced at the last guard.
The guy was already planning to run away after the other one died.
Run very fast.
Zhao Qian lit a cigarette for himself and looked at the man's back getting further and further away, sparks flickering in the darkness.
The shoes were stained with blood on the ground, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground.
He walked forward, stepping over the body that was still cold, walking faster and faster.
From beginning to end, there was just silence.
After running through two alleys, the panicked bodyguard had better run into a dead end.
Fear made him forget the way he came.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The only sound left in the quiet alley was footsteps in the darkness not far away.
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Zhao Qian was actually very aware of the situation in this kind of place, an area plagued by gang fights.
We will never open the door when there are special circumstances outside.
There wasn't even a flicker of light in the houses in the alley.
"You, you, don't come here."
This guard who once protected others now has chattering teeth even when he speaks.
One could hear his fear in his vibrato.
"Oh."
Zhao Qian looked at the guy, a trace of ridicule flashed across his calm face.
He spit out the cigarette butt on the ground and carefully stamped it out with his foot.
Step by step.
The man looked at the figure that was gradually becoming clearer in the darkness, and finally couldn't help it anymore and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang" The sound of gunfire was accompanied by the sound of bullets entering flesh.
"puff"
As if he didn't care about the wounds on his body, Zhao Qian stabbed the man's neck with his sword.
Then he turned his wrist and raised his head.
The blood from the bullet wound flowed from his body, but he didn't seem to notice it.
"Tip: You learned a new skill from the battle message just now, Qi Jin Specialization v1." dividing line In Paris, on the bell tower of a tall church, a Western woman wearing a cheongsam and holding a cigarette in her mouth looked at something in the darkness in the distance.
The young man holding the sword was knocked unconscious by a figure behind him that he had not noticed yet, and fell motionless to the ground.
"It seems our little Richard is not very quiet."
The top hat on the side puffed on his cigar and joked.
He actually knew the reason.
"gas."
The woman blew out the smoke that blended into the night and looked at the lights in the center of the city.
"Unexpectedly, the stimulation of the cold power just accelerated the process of his cultivation, and he had to face his own heart after realizing Qi."
"Just like a lion will certainly eat a man."
Top Hat snapped his fingers, but the flame that had just been ignited was quickly extinguished.
"Can you tell what the attributes are?"
The British female mage turned around and looked at her brother.
His eyes were much more sinister than her own.
"Emotions, anger or something else, just like those ancient paladins of the church, compassion, kindness, sacrifice, make their hearts and strength stronger."
"Just like the White Emperor from the East" "kindness."
The female Merlin watched silently as Zhao Qian fell to the ground and was put in special shackles, and said nothing.
But the top hat seemed to arouse the desire to speak.
It had been many years since they had such a long talk, even though they knew that the affection between them was false.
"Don't you save him?"
After taking another puff of cigar, he knocked the ash from the cigar on the edge of the railing of the bell tower, cut it clean with a pair of delicate cigar scissors, and put it back into his stand-up collared windbreaker.
This is a little habit of his.
He will not put the smoked cigars back into the ticket.
"Do you think he will die?"
"At least the Chelsea family won't let him die for the sake of their remaining family dignity.
I hate the French."
She muttered, glancing at the bell ringer on the ground next to her who was already fast asleep.
"Moreover, he caused me to lose an item that could offset my failure."
Turned around and went downstairs
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