Chapter 180 Street Fighting

On Wednesday evening, Xifa bought food for two days, pushed open the door of the "Seer" Calvin's house on Black Palm Street, and saw that the Seer, who was wearing a classical black robe and looked like a magic stick, was looking for something. .

"What are you doing?" Xifa put the food on the table, and missed the refrigerator. If there was a refrigerator in this world, he wouldn't have to risk running out to buy food.

"Lankey, my cat!"

Cavin said nervously: "I can't find it, I just go back to the bedroom to get something, and it's gone."

"It may have gone outside, no, I have to look for it, in case it is lost."

Without even thinking about it, Xifa caught the fortune-teller who was about to run out: "Maybe you forgot, someone outside is thinking about you. Besides, it's just a cat. If you lose it, you will lose it."

"No!"

Cavin said seriously: "It's not only a cat, it's also my only family member!"

Xifa was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Sorry, I didn't know it was so important to you. But, aren't you a fortune-teller? You can do it, your cat. No, Lan Qi."

"See if it's dangerous and if it will come back. In short, if it's not necessary, it's better not to go out."

Calvin nodded and chose to follow the bodyguard's advice. He took out a Golden Day pendant from his collar and used the pendulum method for divination.

Xifa put food, bought newspapers and other things on the table.

Soon he heard Calvin relieved, and asked, "What's the result?"

There was a smile on Calvin's face: "It will come back."

Xifa spread out the newspaper, read it and said, "That's good. Besides, your divination will not be a problem, right? It's not that Wednesday will be in danger, it's already night."

Calvin suddenly grabbed the newspaper in his hand, looked at the date, and then nodded calmly: "There is no mistake, I used the dream divination method. In the dream, I read this newspaper, and I remember the date of September 12th." , but I don't know the exact time."

"We can get enlightenment from fate, but we can never see the truth of fate."

The fortuneteller said something very magical.

Xifa spread his hands: "Then you don't have to grab my newspaper."

Suddenly, Xifa's inspiration was touched. He rushed towards the fortune teller almost instinctively, and just as he threw Cavin to the ground, he heard gunshots from outside the street, exclamations, and the sound of broken windows!

With a whoosh, something was thrown through the broken window. When Xifa was still on the ground, he had already seen that it turned out to be a bundle of explosives!

Without even cursing, Xifa pulled Cavin up and rushed into the next bedroom.

The bundle of dynamite fell to the ground just as the fuse had burned out. Immediately, the fire flashed in the living room, followed by a loud bang, and the crimson spewed out, and the flames rushed out from the windows, and the flames flickered before shrinking back.

The Seer's living room has been bombed to pieces, huge cracks appear in the walls, and countless rubble are being shaken from the ceiling. The masonry house was blown to pieces.

In the bedroom, Sifa pushed away the sundries that were pressing on them, and dragged out the Seer who was coughing and choking on the smoke.

"Quick, get out of here."

Xifa is now thankful that there are no grenades in this world, and detonating explosives needs to burn the fuze, which somewhat buys him a little time.

Otherwise, he might be fine, but it's hard to say for Calvin.

When he came to the window, Sifa was going to get out of the window first. Suddenly there was a needle-like pain on the back of his hand, and then a scene appeared in his mind: when he got out of the window, he was shot in the alley by a gloomy man with light yellow soft hair.

Sifa still got out of the window, and quickly turned to the left side of the alley. Sure enough, there was a man standing there, with light yellow soft hair lying on his forehead. With a gloomy face, he raised his pistol, slightly bent his elbow, and fired steadily.

bang bang bang—

Three shots in a row hit Xifa. But the Sifa quickly flattened and was torn by bullets like paper.

Xifa, who appeared from another part of the alley, had dialed out the "Blood Praise", pointed at the man's head, and shot!

The man with pale yellow and soft hair didn't turn his head back, his eyes suddenly became dark, the bullet that was heading towards his head suddenly turned around, and hit a wooden box next to it, leaving a hole the size of a teacup on the box. the gap.

Xifa was startled, what kind of ability is this? He didn't think about it, and poured the bullets in the gun at the opponent one after another. Three or four bullets turned and shot sideways, and the man had bought time to hide behind a pile of debris.

He shrank behind the pile of debris that served as a cover, took a breath, and said in a slightly weird accent; "Don't meddle in your own business!"

He was answered by several burning matchboxes, which had landed in various corners of the alley, one of which was just in front of the man.

Suddenly the flames in the box in front shot up, and a figure jumped out of the flames. The man immediately grabbed a dirty and tattered doll beside him and threw it over.

Xifa only felt baffled, but still turned his head to avoid it. At the same time, his spirituality poured into the 'Circle of Distortion' and instantly activated 'Mental Confusion'.

At the same time, he raised his hand and fired.

The man who had already made evasive actions after throwing out the doll suddenly became clumsy after successfully deflecting a bullet.

He backed up uncontrollably, trying to raise his gun to push Sifer back, but threw the revolver to the ground. Just as he was looking ridiculous like a clown, Sifa was already approaching, and the remaining bullets were closer Distance, bombard the opponent.

This time only one bullet made a strange turn, while the other two hit the opponent. The extraordinary abilities 'Cursed Blood Fire' and 'Massive Bleeding' that they carry have played a role. A mass of blood-colored flames burned on the man's shoulder, and blood flowed profusely from his right hand.

He raised his hand as if he wanted to exert some kind of ability on Sifer, but he didn't lift his arm, his mind was in a mess, he couldn't concentrate, and the massive blood loss made his whole body weak, so he could only watch Sifer take out another Point the golden revolver at yourself.

boom!

After the gunshot, a messy picture composed of blood red and white appeared on the wall.

After sniffing and confirming that the man was dead, Sifa breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly put away the revolver, and searched in the alley, collecting bullets one by one, so as not to fall into the hands of officials, who would use divination or other means to obtain their own information.

Calvin climbed out of the window, looked at the man lying on the ground with a bullet hole between his eyebrows, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I hired you, Mr. Bodyguard. Otherwise, the person lying on the ground now may be me."

After recovering all the warheads, Xifa went into the house again, took back his things and said: "Don't thank me in a hurry, we have to leave quickly, and we have to get rid of this corpse first, so that he won't be taken away." Go psychic."

The fortuneteller immediately said, "I know there is a place to go."

At this time, there was a meowing sound, and Calvin's blue cat jumped down from the wall on the other side and came to him.

Picking it up, Calvin rubbed it on top of its head: "Fate really didn't deceive me."