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Illuminated by the red moon high in the sky, and in the light of a gas street lamp that was lit only a long distance away, Lumian distinguished the footprints and tracked them at a leisurely pace. It didn't take long for the wet marks to completely dry out and no longer serve as a reminder.
But Lumian had memorized the size of the four pairs of footprints, the patterns on the soles, and their respective walking characteristics, and would not confuse them with other footprints. Even so, it was still quite difficult for him to track them. Unlike the ruins of Kordu Village, there are tens of thousands of people coming and going in the chaotic streets and surrounding areas every day, and the footprints left behind are not only innumerable, but also layered on each other and destroy each other, making it impossible to locate the real target.
At the same time, there are all kinds of garbage left by the hawkers, and certain negative effects brought about by the bad environment. Lumian sometimes feels like he is looking for a drop of water in the sea. Fortunately, it is midnight.
There are very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them are alcoholics. It exudes the bright smell of fireflies in the dark night, and the footprints are more or less staggering. Lumian can eliminate them at a glance. In addition, Margot and the others have not gone far, and many traces have not been destroyed. Keep up, sometimes, due to the constraints of the environment or Maggot's caution, the footprints will suddenly break off, but Lumian will not give up, he will calm down and try to move forward, left and right respectively A longer distance, looking for new traces.
After trial and error and a lot of time, he finally found the footprints he wanted.
In this way, Lumian tracked all the way to Yeluan Street in the market area, and stopped in front of a five-story apartment far away from several cheap dance halls.
Maggot and the footprints of his men entered inside.
"I don't need the protection of my subordinates, I have enough confidence in my own strength..." Lumian murmured to himself silently, and he believed even more that the target was an Extraordinary.
Looking at the dark corridor, he thought about how the "hunter" might deal with the corresponding traces before returning to his real residence. He thought that even if he took a calcium carbide lamp and searched step by step, it would be difficult to locate Margot , and even fall into the trap preset by the other party. After thinking for a while, Lumian came up with a preliminary plan, looked away, and walked to the next street.
Not long after, he met a man in his twenties who was so drunk that he couldn't even walk stably. When the man arrived at a broken gas street lamp and started to vomit, Lumian pushed his hat down and walked over to hold it down. The voice said: "I want to buy your shirt, 1.5 Filkin."
The drunk's first reaction was to wonder if he was so drunk that he was hallucinating.
He was wearing a grey-blue duffel coat, which he bought at the cheap tailors in Candide Market for only 1 filguin, and now someone wants to pay 1.5 filkin, or 30 ricks, to come Buy such an old dress that has been worn for two full years.
Am I crazy or is this guy crazy? The drunk tried to raise his head and looked towards the opposite side, but due to the lack of light, he could only see the outline of Mohu hidden behind the darkness.
In the next second, there were two cold coins in his hand.
The drunkard weighed it instinctively, touched the pattern on the surface of the coin, and he belched; "Why did you buy it?"
"If you don't want to, I'll find someone else." Lumian made a gesture of taking back the two coins.
The drunk didn't ask any more questions, they all yelled and slowly took off their coats and took the things in their pockets.
When Lumian walked away with his clothes, he raised his head with difficulty and waved his hands: "Haha, madman, madman who gave money... oh" When he returned to the apartment on Yeyang Street again, Lumian He has changed his clothes, wearing a dark blue peaked cap, gray blue tweed jacket, washed white trousers, and a pair of old and dirty leather shoes.
Including some things that will be used later, he spent a total of 12 Felkins.
Looking up at the apartment where there was no longer any light, Lumian was stunned for a moment: Why do I have to target Margot, an Extraordinary? His three subordinates are not innocent when they die, and the star is very weak, and they don’t know how to hide their tracks. The other party will not be much harder than killing a chicken..." The fate of being attacked by Montsouri's fools will not be picky, then What kind of person will bear it down! Why did I just think about how to hunt Maggot? I was not like this before. on extra burden...
While thinking, Lumian gradually raised the corners of his mouth. He found that he instinctively chose a more dangerous prey, the reason seemed to be more challenging, and it would be more comfortable and enjoyable for him to do so quickly, looking down at the left chest covered by clothes, Lumian suspected that it was the A certain change brought about by the pollution, he was silent for a few seconds, he suppressed his voice, and said in a low voice: "It seems a bit crazy..."
He didn't intend to change the target anymore, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood, which was a gift, but also a curse. After pressing the bottom cap, Lumian walked around to the back of the target's apartment with a bunch of things in his arms.
He placed greasy pieces of meat, flammable sofa stuffing, and other things against the corner of the wall, and made a ring of fire breakers around them.
Then, Lumian struck a match and threw it over. The sparks spread rapidly on the most flammable material, and quickly engulfed the surrounding things from small to large.
Then the black smoke rose, and when the thick smoke got bigger and enveloped the surroundings, Lumian shouted, "Fire! There's a fire." He shouted again and ran back to the front of the apartment, shrinking into the shadows in the corner , his plan is, since I don't know what trap you, Margot, have laid in the apartment where you live, then I will let you come out by yourself.
And if Maggot is an "arsonist", he must be aware that the flames and smoke below cannot form a real fire house. Either move forward with the plan, or let it go.
As the smoke rose, the flames flickered, and Lumián yelled, the occupants of the apartment and surrounding houses ran down the stairs to the street.
Because the fire was small and the interior of the apartment was not affected by the smoke, no one risked jumping.
Lumian stopped talking and stared at the entrance and exit of the apartment, while others shouted similar words instead of him, and began to look for the ignition point.
Margot, who was formally wearing a red one-inch coat and sail-colored trousers, with blond hair standing on end.
Relying on being a Extraordinary and living on a low floor, Maggot didn't walk down the corridor like other tenants, but directly jumped out of the window.
After landing, he looked back at the apartment and found that the fire was not serious at all, and his behavior of jumping out of the window was unnecessary, and he seemed flustered and stupid.
At this moment, he saw a figure wearing a peaked cap and a gray-blue vinegar woolen jacket jumping out from the corner next to him, the figure lowered its head, pointed at him, laughed and said, "Look, this man is so stupid! "
With a bang, Maggot's emotions exploded, his eyes were slightly red and he rushed towards the man who laughed at him.
He was quick, the figure was even faster, he had already turned around, and rushed towards the nearest alley.
Maggot just wanted to beat the guy up and give chase.
The two of them, one behind the other, ran towards the dark and deserted alley.
thump, thump, the figure rushed to the front of a street, pressed his right hand, and turned over.
Maggot didn't stop, he stepped on his feet hard, and the whole person jumped up and jumped over the street.
He had just landed when he saw the figure stop and turn around.
Under the crimson moonlight, the face under the dark blue peaked cap was revealed in Maggot's eyes.
He was wrapped in layers and layers of white bandages, with only his nostrils, glasses and ears exposed.
The same was true for the other party's left hand, holding a silver-black, slightly evil short knife. Maggot's child's hole enlarged rapidly, and his heart skipped a beat.
He woke up in an instant, realizing that he had just been affected by a similar provocation.
Pressing down on the little uneasiness in his mind, Maggot directly pulled out the black revolver hidden in his waist. He aimed at Lumian and activated his provocative ability: "Just with that knife? Idiot, it's the gun now. era!"
boom!
Maggot pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot straight to Lumian's head, and Lumian suddenly fell backwards, as if bent into an arch bridge.
Immediately afterwards, he flicked from the waist, and the whole person flew out horizontally, dodging the second bullet fired by Maggot.
Then, Lumian returned to his body like a spring, and threw the "Fallen Mercury" in his hand towards Maggot, as if it was just a throwing knife.
As soon as he escaped the blow, Maggot saw Lumian pounced on him like a tiger.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the other party's ears were stuffed with thick **** of paper, and he was hardly affected by his provocative sentence just now.
The hunter who knows best is always another hunter.
This caused Maggot's psychological anger to emerge again, as if he was silently provoked by the other party's performance.
Crack, Lumian clenched his fist with his right hand, made a crisp sound, and slammed into Maggot's temple.
Maggot raised his left arm and blocked it firmly.
At the same time, he raised his right hand again and aimed his revolver at Lumian's head.
At such a close distance, it depends on how you hide.
In an instant, Lumian leaned forward, as if he was going to hit Maggot's chest with his head, and stretched out his left palm to grab his right wrist, while his right leg flexed and kicked towards the back of his head. .
No. What he kicked was not his own back of the head, but the falling mercury stuck in the crevices of the stones in the street next to him!
The silver-black evil dagger soared into the air, and was half-led and half-led by Lumian's arch to fly towards Maggot.