In the dead of night, only wild dogs roaming the old streets barked from time to time. In the sewers, a few rats scurried past, looking for leftovers.
The clouds blocked the moonlight, plunging the entire city into darkness.
Several figures sneaked up to Antoine's alchemy workshop, which had already stopped working. The leader raised his hand to signal the remaining people to stop, and then spoke softly.
"Move sharply and don't alert that guy."
This man was Sanderson. He was dressed in black, covering the lower half of his face, and walked to the door of Antoine's alchemy workshop with a package of unknown objects in his hand.
He put the package in his hand on the ground and lifted the black cloth on it. It was a gray-black stone with a long lead on it.
There is no doubt that this is dynamite.
This kind of high explosive is usually used to dig into rocks and is very dangerous. Its inventor, Alfred Astor, lost his brother and the hearing in one ear due to an explosive accident during the experiment.
The four people following Sanderson all had two explosives in their hands. They arranged them around Antoine's alchemy workshop. The explosion was enough to destroy the alchemy workshop. As for Antoine's life or death, Sanderson did not Don't care.
After the arrangement was complete, Sanderson nodded with satisfaction. He pulled the lead and extended it into the shadow next to it, then struck a match and lit the lead.
Sizzling—
The flames quickly spread through the fuses, and the sparks bloomed in the night, like a vicious snake, attacking the dilapidated house.
A huge explosion sounded, and the flames like the fire of the abyss instantly swallowed up Antoine's alchemy workshop. The shock wave caused various potions to break. After fusion, an even more violent explosion was triggered again. You can vaguely hear the screams and screams, and the air A foul burning smell filled the air - Sanderson seemed to have seen such a scene.
But nothing happened.
"Huh?"
Sanderson tilted his head. He watched helplessly as the dazzling sparks whizzed away along the fuse, but stopped abruptly when they were about to detonate.
At this time, the night breeze blew away the clouds, and the moonlight shone on the earth. Only then did Sanderson see why the fire was extinguished.
One foot stepped on the lead, extinguishing the sparks. Going up the boots, there was a woman wearing a light blue uniform. She had wheat-colored skin, which was in sharp contrast to her light-colored short hair. She wore Wearing leather gloves, a complex magic circle is drawn on the back of the gloves, which is standard equipment of the Magical Crime Division of the Security Forces.
"Sheriff?"
Sanderson's heart sank and he secretly screamed, "Oh no!"
Why is there a police officer here? Has everything been exposed
He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly tried to escape, but the opponent was faster.
The sheriff took one step forward and came to the alley where Sanderson was hiding at an alarming speed. Several of his men tried to stop him and took out a folding knife from their pockets.
"Hmph, do you know what it means to take out a weapon in front of the sheriff?"
The Sheriff said coldly, clenching his fists and the magic circle on his gloves shining brightly.
The spell cast on this circle is called Isharis' Iron Wall. It is a second-ring magic. It is engraved on the gloves. It can be used three times a day for five minutes each time. Its effect is to attach an invisible force field to the arm, which is elastic enough. The sharpest sword is the standard weapon of the Magical Crime Branch.
"Iron Fist Sanctions!"
Xue La punched out, and the knife in the hand of the person in front of her was broken almost instantly by the huge impact. The fist hit his chest. In the silent night, a clear sound of fracture sounded. The next moment, pretending to be real The shock wave spread from the place where the fist hit, and the man flew backwards. He didn't stop until he hit a wall, and then collapsed to the ground, no longer having the strength to resist.
In fact, the iron walls of Isharis are only equivalent to a set of light armor. The punch just now was entirely caused by the violence of the vigilante, but it was full of deterrence. The remaining men in black had never seen this before. As soon as they formed a battle, they immediately turned around and ran away.
But they were blocked by Sanderson at the other end of the alley. The former gangster looked at the other person blocking him in front of him and broke into a cold sweat.
"Sela, I told you not to be too violent. I will be the one to write the report when the time comes."
It was Sheriff Leslie, a bearded man with a pipe in his mouth and a flintlock musket in his hand, which made Sanderson afraid to act rashly.
"No problem, boss. They have just drawn their weapons on me. According to the third additional rule of Article 125 of the "Public Security Regulations", it is natural for me to fight back."
Xila took three steps in tandem and struck out with a heavy punch, knocking down another person.
"Damn it!"
Sanderson gritted his teeth and had no choice but to give it a try.
Turning the dagger in his hand, Sanderson used his experience as a street gangster to move towards Leslie in front of him, trying to avoid the gunfire by relying on constantly changing movements.
He knew that the flintlock musket only had one bullet, and it would take time to reload it. Using this gap, Sanderson could subdue the opponent and gain a chance of survival.
boom-
When the gunfire rang out, Sanderson had an idea and grabbed the person next to him as a shield. With a muffled sound, the man lost strength in pain, and Sanderson had already arrived in front of Sheriff Leslie.
"Go to hell!"
Sanderson's dagger thrust out, but unexpectedly, Sheriff Leslie calmly revealed a second flintlock musket in his left hand hidden behind his back.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that."
boom-
The bullet hit Sanderson's shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and fall to one side. At this time, Sheila also dealt with the other person. She walked forward quickly, quickly subdued Sanderson, and cuffed him with cast iron handcuffs. live.
"Boss, you are still so mean."
Sheila looked at Leslie's second flintlock musket and shook her head helplessly.
"This is called catching someone off guard."
Turning the musket in his hand, Leslie put it in his holster, took away the pipe, and continued.
"The choice of ambush here is indeed very effective. I didn't expect that Mr. Antoine's prediction was correct."
He looked at Sanderson who had his mask pulled off and said coldly.
"You are Sanderson from Piram Alchemy Workshop. I am arresting you now for endangering public order and attempted murder. You can choose to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."
Sanderson did not speak. The pain made his expression distort, and more shock completely defeated this young man who had never seen the world.
"Sela, go and inform Mr. Antoine. I remember he said that he is staying at Crescent College these days."
Leslie's words were like the straw that broke the camel's back. Sanderson's mind was pounding. Everything he did tonight was in vain. It was a trap designed just to drag him into the abyss.
Buzz —
Sanderson felt a ringing in his ears and fainted.