Under the red moon at high altitude, there was a lit gas street light that was far apart. Lumian identified his footprints and followed them slowly. Not long after, the wet traces were completely dried up and no longer had the function of prompting.

But Lumian had already remembered the size of the four pairs of footprints, the pattern of the soles of the shoe and the characteristics of their walking, and would not confuse them with other footprints. Even so, his tracking was still quite difficult. Unlike the ruins of the village of Kordu, there were thousands of people coming and going every day in the streets and surrounding areas. The footprints left were not only unclear, but also layered and destroyed each other, making it impossible to lock in the real goal.

At the same time, there are also various garbage left by the vendors and some negative effects caused by the bad environment. Lumian may feel that he is looking for a drop of water in the sea. Fortunately, it is midnight now.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them were drunkards. They exuded the bright smell of fireflies in the night, and their footprints were more or less staggering. Lumian could eliminate them at a glance. In addition, Margot and others had just walked far, and many traces had not been destroyed. He barely followed. Sometimes, due to the environment or Magt's caution, his footprints would suddenly break, but Lumian did not give up. He would calm down and try to walk a longer distance to the front, the left and right sides to find new traces.

After repeated trial and error and a lot of time, he finally found what footprints he wanted.

In this way, Lumian followed Yeluan Street all the way in the market area and stopped in front of a five-story apartment away from several cheap dance halls.

Magette and his footprints entered inside.

"It does not require the protection of your subordinates, you have enough confidence in your own strength..." Lumian said silently, believing that his target is an extraordinary person.

Looking at the dark corridor, he thought about the possible way for the "hunter" to deal with the corresponding traces before returning to his real residence. He thought that even if he brought a caddy stone lamp and searched for it layer by layer, it would be difficult for him to lock in Magte, and he would even fall into the trap set by the other party. After thinking for a while, Lumian had a preliminary plan, retracted his gaze and walked towards the next street.

Not long after, he met a man in his twenties who was drunk and unsteady walking. When the other party arrived at a broken gas street light and started vomiting, Lumian pressed his hat, walked over and said in a tight voice: "I want to buy your top, 5 Felkin."

The drunkard's first reaction was to doubt whether he was drunk enough to have hallucinations.

He wore a gray-blue tweed top, which he bought in a cheap garment store in the honest market, and only cost 1 fair dollar, but now someone wants to spend 5 fairkin, or 30 ricks, to buy such an old dress that had been worn for two years.

Am I crazy or is the guy crazy? The drunkard tried hard to look up and looked opposite, but due to the lack of light, he could only see the outline of the Mohu hidden behind the darkness.

The next second, he had two cold coins in his hand.

The drunkard instinctively weighed it, touched the pattern on the surface of the coin, and burped, "Why do you want to buy it?"

"If I don't want to, I'll find someone else." Lumian acted as if he wanted to take back the two coins.

The drunkard stopped asking, and they all shouted that they took off their coats slowly and took away the things in their pockets.

When Lumian took his clothes away, he raised his head and waved his hand: "Haha, madman, madman who gave money... Ou "When he returned to the apartment on Yeyang Street again, Lumian had already changed his clothes, wearing a dark blue baseball cap, a gray-blue tweed jacket, and a pair of washed trousers, and a pair of old and dirty leather shoes.

With some things he would use later, he spent a total of 12 Filkins.

Looking up at the apartment where there was no light, Lumian was stunned for a moment: Why do I have to target Magate, an extraordinary person? His three men were not innocent when they died, and the stars were very weak and did not know how to hide their traces. The other party would not be much harder than killing a chicken..." The fate of being attacked by Monsouri was not picked up, and what kind of person would bear it next! Why did I just think about how to hunt Magate? I was not like this before. I could be cruel when I should be cruel, and I would try to solve it as easily as possible when I could solve it, without taking extra burdens...

With a lot of thoughts, Lumian gradually raised the corners of his mouth. He found that he instinctively chose more dangerous prey, because the reason seemed to be more challenging, and it would be more comfortable and refreshing to make him do this quickly. He lowered his head and looked at his left chest covered by clothes. Lumian suspected that this was a certain change brought about by pollution in his body. After a few seconds of silence, he suppressed his voice and said softly: "It seems that he is a little crazy..."

He was not going to change the target anymore. He seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell of blood. This was a gift and a curse. Pressing the baseball cap, Lumian held a bunch of things and walked around the rear of the target apartment.

He puts oil-filled meat pieces, flammable sofa fillings and other things near the corner of the wall, and made a circle of fire barriers around him.

Then Lumian set off a match and threw it over. Mars spread rapidly on the most flammable material, quickly swallowing up the surroundings from small to large.

The black smoke then rose. When the thick smoke became bigger and covered the surroundings, Lumian shouted at the top of the room, "It's on fire! There's a fire." He shouted and ran back to the front of the apartment, shrinking into the shadows in the corner. His plan was that since I don't know which room you Magette lived in and what traps did you bury, I'll let you come out by yourself.

If Magte is a "arcending house", he will definitely be able to detect that the flames and smoke below cannot form a real fire house. His response will be completely different. At that time, Lumian can judge whether the other party has a sequence based on this to decide whether to advance the plan or give up.

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As the smoke rose, the flash of fire and the shouting of Lumian, the apartment and the residents of the surrounding houses ran down the stairs to the streets.

Because the fire was not big and the interior of the apartment was not affected by smoke, no one risked jumping.

Lumian stopped talking and stared at the entrance and exit of the apartment, while others shouted similar words on his behalf and began to look for the fire point.

Two seconds later, a figure jumped down from a window on the second floor and asked about landing.

The Magte, who was formally wearing a red ink suit and sail-colored trousers, and his light yellow ink hair stood up one by one.

Magette relies on his extraordinary person and his floor is low. He did not walk the corridor like other tenants, but jumped directly into the window.

After landing, he looked back at the apartment and found that the fire was not very big at all, and his behavior of jumping out of the window was unnecessary, and he seemed very panicked and stupid.

At this moment, he saw a figure wearing a baseball cap wearing a gray-blue vinegar top jumping out from the corner next to him. The figure lowered his head, pointed at him, and laughed: "Look, this person is so stupid!"

With a bang, Magte's emotions exploded, and his eyes were slightly red and he rushed towards the man who mocked him.

He was quicker, and the figure was faster. He had already turned around and rushed to the nearest alley.

Magette just wanted to beat that guy up and chase him hard.

One in front and one after another, the two ran to the dark alley.

Thumb, the figure rushed to a street, pressed his right hand and flipped over.

Magette did not pause, stepped on his feet hard, and he flew up and jumped directly over the street.

As soon as he landed, he saw the figure stopping and turning his body.

As the crimson moonlight shone, the face under the dark blue baseball cap was revealed in Magte's eyes.

He wrapped his white bandages after layer, revealing only his nostrils, glasses and ears.

The other party's left hand was the same, and he held a silver-black, slightly evil short knife. Magte's child hole magnified quickly, and his heart skipped a beat.

He woke up instantly and realized that he had just encountered a similar provocation.

Holding down a little uneasy, Magette pulled out the black revolver hidden around his waist, aiming at Lumian, and activated his provocative ability: "Just rely on that knife? Idiot, now is the era of guns!"

Bang!

Magette pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot out and headed straight for Lumian's head. Lumian suddenly fell back, as if bent into an arch bridge.

Immediately afterwards, he bounced his waist and flew out horizontally, dodging the second bullet fired by Magette.

Then, Lumian returned to his body as if he was yellow, and threw the "fallen mercury" in his hand at Magte, as if it was just a flying knife.

As soon as he avoided this attack, Magte saw Lumian pounce on him like a tiger.

It was not until this time that he discovered that the other party had a thick ball of paper stuffed in his ears, and he was almost completely affected by the provocation he had just said.

The one who knows the hunter best is always another hunter.

This made Magte's mental anger come out again, as if he was silently provoked by the other party's performance.

Bang, Lumian clenched his fist with his right hand, making a crisp sound, and banged towards Magte's temple.

Magette had a left arm and blocked it steadily.

Meanwhile, he raised his right hand again and aimed at Lumian's head with the revolver.

It depends on how you hide at such a close distance.

In an instant, Lumian leaned forward, as if he was about to hit Magate's chest with his head, and he reached out to grab his right wrist with his left palm, while his right leg kicked back his head with great flexibility.

No. He kicked not the back of his head, but the falling mercury stuck in the cracks in the street next to him!
Chapter completed!