Chapter 527 Sudden Attacker

Even though no suspicious person was spotted with the naked eye, Angostela always trusted her instincts and dragged Anderberg out of the restaurant without hesitation.

After I came to the street, the feeling of being watched became stronger and stronger, and it was a little different from when I was in the restaurant just now.

"More than one person?"

Angostela secretly speculated in her heart.

Anderberg, who was being dragged by him, probably also felt something. His brows were slightly furrowed, his left hand was quietly placed in the satchel on his right waist, and he glanced around with his peripheral vision.

At this moment, probably because it was just after noon and the location was relatively remote, there was a rare vacuum for pedestrians on the street.

"Have you found Laiyuan?"

After turning into a clothing store, Anderberg asked in a low voice.

"No." Angostela picked up a peaked cap and took out a knife. "There is no suspicious person following us within a hundred meters...either the other party has very good tracking skills, or someone is paying attention to us from the commanding heights."

"The probability of snipers is higher. There are four within 500 meters that can target the commanding heights here." Anderberg silently took the hats selected by his teammates and put them back on the shelf. As he spoke, he took them out of his bag.

A brown hat slapped his teammate on the head, "Put away the knife, that thing cannot be used as a substitute for currency payment."

Even if it's worth five hundred pounds.

Under the strange gaze of the clerk, Angostela was pushed out of the back door speechlessly.

——In order to increase customer flow, many of the larger stores on this street open their doors at both ends.

"I'm doing this to prevent possible danger...Why do you still wear a hat when you go out?"

"It can protect you from the sun, it can also be used as a disguise, and it can also prevent you from making repeated purchases. It is very convenient."

After Anderberg said that, he took out another peaked cap and put it on himself.

"Isn't the hat a disposable consumable..." Angostela muttered, walking towards the block near the center.

After just a few steps, they discovered that things were not simple:

——The feeling of being watched not only did not subside, but became more and more obvious.

Angostela groaned, secretly saying something bad.

He estimated that he was getting closer to the person who was following...or targeting him.

However, neither he nor Anderberg's expressions changed much. They even walked without stopping and walked straight towards places with less traffic. At most, they would look up at some corners to search for suspicious persons in the distance.

"Stella, be careful."

Underberg suddenly raised his head.

Angostela, who was reminded by his teammates, quickly stopped. At the same time, he also felt a sense of crisis, and he was no stranger to this feeling...

...It’s that feeling of being targeted!

but!

Just when Angostela was about to drag Anderburg away.

The sense of crisis suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, something suddenly penetrated the fixed device about one meter away from the billboard in front of the eyes. With a burst of "sizzling" and tooth-piercing sound, the billboard slowly fell towards the right side.

A crosswalk in a vacuum of no man's land at this moment.

The sudden turn of events caused some pedestrians who had just passed by on the street to scream.

Angostela and Anderberg were stunned for a moment, but at the moment when the fixed lock of the billboard was punched through, the two of them had already passed through a store and arrived at a secluded narrow alley.

"...Missed?"

Underberg frowned slightly.

"It doesn't seem like it missed the target... it gives us such an obvious feeling. It's definitely within three hundred yards. Only a rookie would deviate by as much as one meter." Angostela bared his teeth and said, "And, it seems like

The person who shot the gun is not the one who poses the greatest threat."

Anderberg walked in front, looking a little confused, "Who is that? Except that-"

His words have not yet finished.

A sound of air rushing through the air approached his head almost instantly... Angostela next to him.

The astonishing momentum aroused the latter's conditioned reflex:

With an extraordinary movement and speed, Angostela folded his right hand behind his back, and at the same time, a knife appeared strangely in his hand.

However, within a moment of leaving the knife in his hand, he suddenly ejected it and collided with the weapon of the attacker behind him, making an unusually crisp sound.

"laugh--"

The next moment.

The flying knife that was originally ejected by Angostela hit the weapon and was bounced away. It was quickly caught in Angostela's hand, and then the opponent's weapon was stabbed at him without any hindrance...

Angostela quickly turned around, and a flying knife appeared in his left hand. His hands crossed quickly, leaving an afterimage in the air.

And this turn not only allowed him to see clearly who the attacker was, but also made him go crazy for a moment——

"What the f**k! Are you sick?"

"……hehe."

The word ‘ha’ twice is quite sarcastic.

There is also a hint of contempt...

In addition, the opponent did not hesitate to draw the knife, his figure turned sideways like a ghost, and the dark blade attacked him again...

Angostela was really angry now. Six, seven, and eight knives flashed between his fingers. He was not afraid of the opponent at all. He directly pinpointed the opponent's position and rushed forward at a speed no worse than the opponent.

Fight hard.

The white and black afterimages intertwined instantly.

The chaotic scene dazzled Anderberg at once - oh, there was also a touch of very shiny silver mixed in.

Qiang——

Qiang——

Qiang——

"Grass! Don't hide if you have the seed!"

"Why don't you just hide and try?"

"Gin! I must report you to avenge you!!"

"hehe……"

Underberg looked at the two people flashing back and forth like ghosts, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Without the shouts of his teammates, he could tell that the person who suddenly attacked his teammates was Gin.

Seeing that the battle did not affect him, the two people had been fighting fiercely for two minutes without stopping...

As a result, Anderberg stood a little further away, and then slowly took out a pistol from his bag.

Open insurance.

Load the gun.

Install a silencer.

aim.

--'call out!'

‘Click——’

‘Ding—ding bell~’

Angostela and the attacker Gin both stopped.

The two people's knives were still touching each other, but neither of them paid attention to the other. They just turned their heads silently and looked at a small round hole on the wall. Then they invariably rubbed a small amount of hair on their foreheads and sniffed.

Sniff.

Well, good, burnt.

"Hey! Anbu, what are you doing? Do you want to imitate this bastard Gin and play murder?" Angostela bared her teeth.

"Sorry, I think you can still fight for a long time."

Anderberg apologized expressionlessly, but ignored his teammates at all.

He blew on the still smoking muzzle, then without caring about the temperature on the silencer, he pulled it off with his bare hands and put it in his bag. He turned to look at someone: "Gin, why are you here?"
Chapter completed!