The priest of the parish...I...we are secret organizations, not the church of the Lord God. Where did the priest of the parish come from? Sherlock's eyelids twitched. He wanted to give some popular science to the Boya herders in front of him. As a secret organization, they are not qualified to build a parish... There is no priest of the parish either!

However, considering the real situation, Sherlock would make his organization seem very inelegant and unclassified.

Just like a wandering singer who could not enter the music hall, claiming that his singing was moving...it seemed unconvincing, so Sherlock gritted the bullet and changed the subject: "No, he...he is not a member of our New Order Society, but it is not ruled out that he is the helper arranged by the association."

"After all, I reported the emergency to the president via telegram. She had many private channels. Maybe she found a familiar bounty hunter nearby to complete the commission for her... Well, the people who were hunting us were also bounty teams!

Haha, these guys always have internal friction because they have different commissions and even conflicts with each other... "Sherlock was telling, and the next moment, the screams from the corridor ahead interrupted his words.

——That was the screams from the attacker.

It seems less than half a minute before chasing "Mr. Yasen" into the corridor...

Hiss...Sherlock sucked in a cool air and made a slight contribution to the warming in the car. At the same time, the Boya herder next to him was also silent. The two looked at each other, as if they could see the other's lack of confidence and the faint fear remaining in their sight.

................

call out!

Surman followed the other person's figure and rushed into the narrow corridor, with separate boxes on the steam train on both sides.

As a projection world in reality, the structure of the entire carriage is consistent with the reality. The only difference is that there are no large number of passengers here, and the structure of the space relies on the power of the soul. Once it fails, it will collapse into an information torrent again.

It is like bulk building blocks, they are constructed into combat areas by soul tools, and once they are over, they will be restored to their original state.

The so-called original state naturally refers to the appearance of the "virtual world"... Just like in "The Legend of Algas", however, the two are obviously not on the same level. The illusory world constructed by "Algas" is much more clever than this place.

The man's trace was gone. This is the ability of the shadow warrior? After Surman rushed into the corridor, he turned on his dark vision and swept it gently, and no trace of the other party was found. At the first moment, he guessed that the other party was the shadow branch of the "warrior" profession.

Shadow Warriors are best at hiding, and integrating shadows is their basic operation.

When he was still in Gangdian City, Surman fought with a member of the Qisheng Association. The man was the shadow warrior. He stole the oil paintings from the Northern Auction and drilled into the underground waterway. Unfortunately, in the end, he met Surman. The oil paintings he had obtained through hardships were delivered to his doorstep like SF Express...

This time, Surman fights differently from the sewer.

Because his identity is already a "hunter", he is like an evil tiger in the eyes of the other party, a terrible object that needs to be avoided...

In the seemingly dark environment, Surman held the long knife tightly and walked forward step by step. The sharp blade dragged onto the smooth ground, making an extremely harsh friction sound, which was heard far from the silent car.

This behavior is like a ghost movie, deeply tormenting the other party's nerves.

Sudden.

Surman paused, his eyes stopped in front of the box on the right, staring quietly at the ground, with the undetectable footprints.

"finally........"

"I've caught you." The corner of Surman's mouth raised slightly. The next moment, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed it. The rich mist power of the ink wrapped tightly around the knife. Bang! The entire door was slashed into pieces by it. In the flying iron filings, a shadow wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Surman caught it and slashed it without mercy. Wow!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

An extremely shrill scream came from the escaped shadow. The next second, the shadow condensed into a human form, but his body was severely damaged. Half of his right arm was cut open, and his waist and abdomen were also cut. A large amount of blood splattered, dyeing the nearby carriage walls red.

"I...I still have value!"

Seeing Surman lifting his long sword and approaching McCarthy, who had lost his combat power, was so scared that his soul burst into tears and shouted loudly.

Hearing the words, Surman paused and looked directly at him with his eyes, Jingjing didn't say anything.

McCarthy knew what he meant, but he did not dare to have any ideas of going against the other party or resisting.

It was really the psychological shadow left on him that just now.

You should know that McCarthy is already qualified to advance to the second level. As the peak of the Silver Hunter, that is, the peak of the first level. He is called an elite among the wild people, and he has no ability to resist when facing the sword from Surman.

His shadow body, under the power of that strange and unpredictable mist, was like a thin cracker, shattered at the touch.

At that moment, McCarthy finally understood why the curly-haired young man died so simply. It was not because he was careless, but because the gentleman's strength was too terrible. Both sides were not on the same level, just like an adult soldier beating a naughty child.

"I...I am the bounty captain of the 'Dead Hunting Squad', and at the same time, I am also a silver hunter...you...you are also a bounty hunter who accepts the commission? According to the rules, this commission is considered to be our defeat. I will pay you the property and please save me my life." McCarthy's attitude was very humble. After all, his life was in the hands of Surman.

The rules between bounty hunters......Surman of course knew this. This was the unspoken rule left by the earliest group of bounty hunters. Of course, this rule was not a rigid rule, and no one supervised its implementation, all based on self-consciousness.

Simply put, if Surman is not happy, it will be fine to kill the other party on the spot.

Now my identity is ‘Asen Robin’, and I am preparing to go to the [Cangxue Mountains]. Well, what choice will I make when facing the situation as a bounty hunter......Surman thought for a few seconds and had a decision in his heart.

"I can also obtain property from your body." Surman remained indifferent, as if he was narrating a fact.

As a bounty hunter who is alone and adventure, he must have a cruel personality. Even if he is kind and optimistic, he must learn to use ruthless means to disguise himself in the wilderness of the north. Therefore, Surman's behavior is in line with the "personality".

After initially ensuring James' safety, Surman killed another attacker and captured McCarthy. The whole situation was completely under his control. In this case, Surman was not in a hurry to solve the opponent, but hoped to take this opportunity to complete a "exercise".
Chapter completed!