Chapter 401 Farewell

Outside the kitchen, a young man in his mid-twenties walked in. He has short brown curly hair, looks shy, wears a formal suit, and holds a revolver in his hand.

He cautiously leaned into half of his body, and at this moment, Willis, who was lying on the wall like a gecko, jumped down.

A sharp dagger was completely inserted into the young man's back, causing him to let out a scream.

"No!"

An exclamation sounded outside the door.

Wellis hit the ground with one blow, and immediately bent forward and rolled forward.

bang bang bang!

The ground he rolled over sent sawdust flying and the kitchen floor was riddled with bullet holes.

Willis took the opportunity to look out of the kitchen. A man with a cold temperament and thin lips was rushing towards him with a gun and kept shooting.

Using the all-round improvement obtained after the ceremony, Wellis either rolled, jumped, or pounced forward, avoiding the enemy's attack with extremely agile movements.

The opponent's bullets hit the wall, or hit the window, or they collided fiercely with kitchen utensils such as iron pans.

Ka~

Finally, the opponent's bullet was empty.

Willis seized this opportunity, kicked his feet, and immediately leaped forward, across the kitchen space, and rushed towards the enemy at the door.

The opponent gave up the revolver, clenched his fist, and smashed it to Willis' temple with a roar.

Willis didn't dodge or dodge, letting the opponent hit, and at the same time he bent his elbow sideways, raised his forearm, and hit the enemy's chin.

The short but violent power obtained through the ceremony erupted instantly, and the black-haired and blue-eyed man immediately staggered, his body was driven back by the power, and the corners of his mouth were already bleeding.

Willis leaned over, his fists were like rain, and heavy punches hit the opponent's body moment after moment, and crackling and cracking sounds filled every corner of the kitchen.

Clap clap! bang bang bang!

In the fierce and swift attack, Wellis kicked the opponent away with a kick, and at the same time calmly took out a revolver and pointed it at the enemy's chest.

Pull the trigger!

In the sound of a gunshot, the pale man who was getting up suddenly had blood spattering from his chest.

A smile was drawn at the corner of Willis' mouth, and at this moment, what he saw suddenly shattered, like a shattered mirror!

He found himself still standing in front of the bedroom table with the maintained weapon on it, he didn't go to the kitchen, he didn't perform the ceremony, he hasn't been fully strengthened yet!

Then.

Violent pain in the back of his head knocked Willis unconscious.

Seeing the man lying on the ground with blood gradually appearing on the back of his head, 'Corpse Collector' Frye put down the handle of the revolver that he used as a hammer. He knocked Willis unconscious just now with this thing.

Before that, Willis had been standing still, as if he had fallen asleep.

It was Lewis, the captain who pulled the target into a dream and made Willis have a dream.

The truth is, Frye was unharmed, and Warren stood by, armed with a gun.

In the corridor outside the apartment room, Lewis put down his hand holding his brow, opened his eyes, and walked into the bedroom.

Glancing at Willis lying on the ground, the captain said softly: "Take him away, maybe we can dig out more news about the Aurora Society from him."

So Fry picked Willis up, and the three gentlemen left the apartment, and the residents on this floor would wake up in a few minutes.

Leaving the building and getting into the carriage, Lewis raised his head and swept around.

"What's the matter, Captain?" Warren asked nervously, "Have you found a party?"

"No."

Lewis shook his head, got into the car and closed the door, "Probably an illusion."

He didn't say anything.

The carriage quickly left the street.

Only when the carriage was out of sight and it was located in a building opposite the apartment where the incident happened, did Sifa look away from the window.

"I didn't expect to bump into an old friend." He smiled and was about to leave.

When changing into an old man's appearance and "meeting" with Willis, Sifa stole the other party's idea of ​​sending a letter, and "stealed" the letter.

In addition to the abilities listed in the identification information, "Mrs. Christie" also has the ability to steal ordinary items, and as long as the distance is close enough, she can steal whatever she wants.

But this ability can't steal magical items like the 'thief's finger'. For some unknown reason, the book of mystery doesn't show information about this ability.

After stealing the letter, Xifa sent it to Zouteran Street, to the Blackthorn Security Company. After doing all this, he returned here, and before the Nighthawks took any action, he continued to monitor Willis to prevent him from doing anything harmful to the Moretti family.

Now that Willis was taken away by the Nighthawks, there was nothing to worry about.

Through the incident in Enqi Town, Xifa felt that Lewis was still worthy of being trusted. With him here, the Moretti family would not suffer from the Aurora Order.

Xifa let out a breath, sorted his clothes, and left the building.

He took a public carriage, came to Red Moon Street, and walked into Hardy's pie shop.

Today the pie shop is open as usual, and the old man wearing a chef's hat seems to have just finished his work, and is sitting on a chair and drinking coffee.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he said without looking back, "You can take the food yourself."

"I'm here to say goodbye." Xifa coughed dryly with his fists clenched and said with a smile.

Lao Cong frowned, and stood up holding his hat: "Are you leaving, Rayleigh?"

"Yes, sir."

There was a polite smile on Xifa's face, and he said cryptically: "I already have a general understanding of the story of Ms. Britney and your family. It would be even better if I could take a look at your father's diary."

Hardy took off his hat and scratched his hair: "I do remember keeping that diary, but there are too many clutter in the house, so I can't find it for a while. If I find it, I can write to you."

"Really, thank you very much. However, there is no need to write a special letter. I will come to Tingen again soon, and I will visit you again when the time comes."

Hardy readily agreed, and exchanged some pleasantries with the old man. Sifa bought a bag of Dixie pies, and then left.

He went to the safe house with the pie, but Nefy wasn't there, so he left the paper bag with the pie by the door, leaving behind a farewell letter he'd written the night before.

"So be it."

"Next, we can return to Jedgar."

Backlund.

Fors is sorting out the materials and preparing to start writing a new novel. Suddenly, a dense gray mist gushed out before her eyes, and in the depths of the gray mist, there was a high chair.

The person sitting on the chair is the 'fool'.

"'Chariot' has already found the 'Spirit Eater's Stomach' for you. His bid is 400 pounds. Are you willing to accept it?"

Mr. Chariot found the 'Spirit Eater Stomach'? His efficiency is so high, today is only Wednesday!

400 pounds, so expensive.

Fortunately, I have a deposit of 430 pounds. Gritting her teeth, Forsi said respectfully: "Dear Mr. Fool, I am willing to accept it. I need that material."

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