The high buildings on both sides blocked the sunset, and the darkness enveloped the deserted alley. A group of gutter rats that had penetrated out of the sewer were gathering together, greedily licking the black blood and bits of minced meat left on the ground. The garbage in the trash can be seen like a mountain, and a cold blue light shot out from the gaps. Through the gaps, you can see the tiny test tubes still lying quietly in the garbage pile. Suddenly, the busy rats stopped and raised their ears to listen quietly. After a few seconds, all the mice made a squeaking scream and quickly drilled back into the sewer.

"Click, click."

The rhythmic footsteps are crisp and pleasant, getting closer and closer, and are particularly clear in the dead dark alley.

"Click."

As the heels hit the ground, the red high heels shattered the darkness and walked into the glimmer, dyeing the dark alley a bright color. Following the glimmer, the slim figure of the woman slowly emerged from the darkness.

The red high heels are exquisite, black stockings wrap around the round ankles, the rose-colored long skirt shows the body that is intertwined with slenderness and plumpness, and the slender and upright calves are faintly visible under the hem of the flying skirt. The black and shiny long hair is spread behind the back, and as the footsteps rise and fall, the fair skin is faintly visible under the white silk gloves.

Holding a cello box in one hand and gently wielding the closed parasol in the other hand, the woman walked along the way with elegant steps, and the glimmer of light finally illuminated her face.

There is no flaw on the cheeks that are as delicate as jade carvings, as if they are treasures coming from the fairyland. The small nose, the tip of the nose is slightly raised, and the moisturization on the red lips makes the lips more delicate. There is always a little ridicule and joke in the corners of the pursed lips.

The red one-sided eye mask was tilted on her face, covering her left eye under the eye mask, her right eye was filled with water, and every gaze seemed to be fascinating, making people reluctant to look away. However, when you stare at the intoxicating gaze for a long time, perhaps only the bone-bone coldness and a faint disdain that reads from it.

The woman stopped under the corner of the dark alley and fell into deep thoughts facing the odor-emitting garbage dump, but even the dim alley and dirty environment could not hide her amazing beauty.

After pondering for a moment, the woman seemed to understand something. She nodded slightly, and did not look at the place where the blue light came out. She turned around lightly and walked towards the road when she came. Halfway through her way, she suddenly stopped and turned around, raised her parasol and pointed at the wall. On the wall, a translucent crow with her head lowered and combed her feathers was stopping there, her blood-red eyes were not blinking, looking at the woman who turned around.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, no one moved, and no one spoke. After three seconds, the corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised, a mocking smile appeared, and her red lips opened lightly in her smile.

"Bang."

In the low and magnetic voice, the woman had turned her head and walked into the darkness swaying. The sound of high heels knocking along the dark alley.

Behind the distant back, Yuanneng Crow also withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and left her feathers, looking leisurely and contented.

It is leisurely and contented, and its manifestation is more leisurely than it is. Even when facing the murderous gaze from the first-level energy controller, the crow can still smile innocently.

"This guy is really sophisticated and has a very vicious vision." The old man named Cat put down his telescope and looked at the blood gun and crow with his eyes confrontation, but he did not smooth things over. Instead, he frowned and said, "I heard that the mutants in the wasteland are powerful warriors, and they are born with combat intuition that is far beyond ordinary people. It seems that it is true. However, can combat intuition really achieve this level?"

"Cat, you are sophisticated and calculating, you may have miscalculated this time." The crisp female voice and heavy armor were full of incongruity at any time. "I have said that bitch is not good, but you don't believe it. Look, if this continues, the mutant will run out of the encirclement."

"Haha, Miss Emily, I dare not be a scheming person, and it is definitely not a problem with the Blood Gun Commander." The Cat shook his head and said, "It's a bit strange this time. Although there are factors such as insufficient troops and poor cooperation, the key is that he can find the weak links of the deployment every time. Perhaps it's really because his combat intuition is too strong."

"Fighting intuition? I'm afraid it may not be." Blood Gun's eyes were always focused on the crow, and the voice was filled with cold air. "I think someone is helping him guide the way. But I saw crows flying around him several times, and there were more than one, not to mention that they were just a flock of birds passing by."

Swish, more than a dozen scrutinized gazes pointed at the crow at the same time, and they saw his surprised expression and innocent eyes.

"Why? Do every crow in the Seven Realms Capitals have to report to the Blood Gun Boss?" The crow smiled shyly, narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "When did the Blood Gun Boss start to take charge of the crows in the city? Tsk tsk, I'm afraid the Blood Gun Boss has not enough time."

Sigh, the blood gun moved his fingers, the crow tilted his head slightly, and a cold light flashed across his face: "I don't like anyone answering my questions with questions."

"But I like it."

As soon as the crow's voice was made, the figure disappeared into the shadow under his feet. When it appeared again, it was already behind the blood gun. The wrist in the cuffs pierced out and extended to the back of the blood gun's neck.

Sparks splashed, gold and iron clashed, and the huge body of steel armor blocked the crow at the first time. The wrist pierced across the surface of the steel armor's skin, making a tingling sound.

While being stabbed, the steel armored fist had already been swung out. The wind of the fist blew the broken hair on the crow's forehead, but it could not hurt the crow at all, because only his residual image was left. His body had returned to the front of the Blood Gun, and the silver revolver pointed at the Blood Gun's eyebrows.

Bang bang bang, three dull gunshots, but the blood gun just waved his hand casually, and the three bullets disappeared halfway.

But the crow still had a gentle smile on his face and raised three fingers from afar: "Three, two, one, bang."

"Bang." A stream of source energy exploded from the abdomen of the steel armor. The explosion was not strong, but thick black smoke came out. The black smoke had strong adhesion, dyeing half of the steel armor black, but the steel armor opened the source energy barrier in time, and the ink-like black smoke was blocked outside, not causing the blood gun behind it to be stained with a trace.

"Tsk tsk, the female leopard's evaluation of you was really right, Captain Steel Armor." The crow pinched a source energy crow feather and brushed it across his face. A chill suddenly appeared in his squinting eyes. "I have no objection to the Blood Gun Commander who wants to be in charge of the entire city, but I'm sorry, it's not your turn to question where my bird is."

"Two, everyone is gathered together for money, not for anger." The raccoon was trying to smooth things over, but the leaders on the roof had already vaguely surrounded the crow, and their eyes were full of doubts when they looked at the crow. However, no one spoke, only the raccoon said with a smile, "Mr. Crow, since it is a cooperation, should we make it open and honest? After all, that crow..."

"That's my pet, Captain of the Cat." The crow blinked and said aggrievedly, "Didn't I say it from the beginning? You have your surveillance methods, and I have my own. You can't just allow you to monitor him, I can only be blind."

"Pet?" Xue Gun sneered, "Why don't I know any pet has such a large source energy reaction?"

"My pet and I are close and willing to share my source energy with them. The Blood Gun Commander has any objection? It doesn't matter. Even if there is any opinion, it's your business, I don't mind at all."

"The difficult plague god, haha, the undead star of the Sangmen, haha." The source of the blood gun's arm surged. He glanced at the crow deeply and nodded seriously, "I hope you can't kill you."

"Mr. Crow." Seeing the atmosphere between the two was about to break out, the old man coughed, "Can you explain the accusations of the Blood Gun Commander first? After all, everyone has seen it just now. Your soul is a rare split soul statue, which is indeed easy to cause misunderstandings."

"Captain Cat and the beloved Blood Spear Commander." After a casual brush, the crow spread his arms, "Do you think there are some parts missing on me?"

"It's very similar." KS, a middle-aged man wearing a robe, said in a sequel, "Your half of your spleen is emitting black smoke, which others can't see, but it's ridiculous to try to hide from the eyes of the undead mage."

"You really have a sharp eye. You have discovered this, but..." The crow turned his gaze to the blood gun with a serious expression, and said jokingly, "Boss of the Blood Gun, where is the crow transformed from half of the spleen? Others don't know. You should know very well. The smell of the garbage dump is really charming."

The inexplicable answer made the people around him stunned, but found that the expression on his face, like a bloody gun and stone sculpture, was slightly moved.

"Ha, sure enough, the Blood Gun Commander warned me that he had never planned to let me go. He has been monitoring me since then. Not only did he carefully understand my soul image types, but he also sent me... Why, do you still think those are my soul image?"

The blood gun was speechless, so he simply ignored the crow and turned to the mutant again. The blood gun's reaction had already explained everything. The others thought about it, and no one continued to ask.

"It doesn't matter whether you are giving him a guide or not. Even if you use disputes to help him delay time, he can't escape."

Even without using a telescope, you can see the unstoppable gray-green figure. You can see him traveling through layers of surrounds with ease, getting closer and closer to the target Victory Street. However, at this time, the anger of the Blood Gun seemed to have subsided. Although the voice was cold and extremely calm, it was like a fact being stated.

"I promise."

In the distance, the mutant on the run seemed to sense something, and looked back in a hurry in the direction where everyone was. The source energy crow hovering above his head seemed to have some senses and turned in the same direction.
Chapter completed!