Mage Veigar

Chapter 107: The trapped beast still fights?

The time came to noon.

When Veigar disappears, Nightingale takes the lead, assisted by Ori.

The law enforcement team within the General Administration that had not yet been on duty was temporarily mobilized to conduct a carpet search starting from the 6th floor downwards.

However, the mage team did not participate.

Because the mage team was small in number, they were ordered to block the walls and entrances and exits to prevent Veigar from escaping. As long as the entrances and exits were strictly guarded, Veigar would be trapped.

The search team consisted of more than 800 people.

Among them, there are more than 60 single-professional players, and there is also a 10-person professional team mixed in.

According to expectations, with so many people deployed and the target location being small, the target person should be found within a few hours, but things turned out to be beyond Nightingale and Oli's expectations.

6, 5, 4 floors.

These three floors had been turned upside down by them, and it wasn't that they didn't find the target person, but they didn't find even the slightest trace of the target person, and even the casualties that should have occurred did not occur.

It seems that the target person has disappeared?

Nightingale had no choice but to order Oli to continue searching the lower floors 3, 2, and 1. He hoped to find the target person before dark, because blocking the headquarters for a long time was not a long-term solution.

However, Nightingale didn't know that his starting point was wrong.

Until the room was empty.

Vega walked out of the bathroom in the suite. He did not jump out from the seventh floor as Nightingale had imagined, and then tried his best to land on the sixth, fifth, and fourth floors, and finally fought a desperate battle under a carpet search.

All he did was throw the vase out the window.

Create the illusion that he broke the window and escaped immediately.

Especially at this critical moment when every second counts, Vega was sure that once Nightingale saw that the cooked duck had flown away, she would rush downstairs to find him in a hurry, instead of spending a lot of time searching the empty suite.

Everything was just as Vega had imagined.

Although Nightingale knew that Vega could not escape from the Law Enforcement Bureau that was blocked by the mage team, in order to catch up with him as soon as possible, she jumped out of the window to the sixth floor and started a carpet search.

Even though Nightingale was tricked, it didn't mean that Vega was safe.

Just like when a priceless diamond ring falls into a sewer, you will subconsciously try to retrieve it by brute force. But when you find that you cannot retrieve it by brute force, you will calm down and think about countermeasures or seek help from others.

When floors 1-6 have all been searched.

Then Nightingale will definitely calm down and think about what went wrong. At this time, the 7th floor that has not been searched yet will become very obvious, and Vega's whereabouts will naturally be exposed.

Trapped beast.

This is Vega's current situation.

With the entrance and exit blocked, he had no chance of escape.

In the sky or underground?
First of all, he is not proficient in wind magic and earth magic. Even if he is proficient in wind magic and earth magic, to master the art of flying and earth escape, he must be at least a lower-level magician or above.

But waiting to die is not Vega's style.

Even a trapped beast will try its best to make one last fight.

But wait.

When did he ever admit that he was a beast?
He is not a trapped beast, and he will never admit that he is the enemy's prey.

That's right!

He is a hunter.

He wanted to be a hunter that even tigers, cheetahs and poisonous snakes would be afraid of.

right here.

Let’s make some noise.

With gushing blood,

Tell those "hunters" who have sneers on their faces, intending to send him to the grave, but are arrogant and look down on him, who is the real hunter and who is the real prey.

Vega walked out of the suite door.

He calculated the time and thought it would take until evening to finish searching floors 1-3.

So he hid in a dark corner that was convenient for him to escape, and he would quietly wait for the night to fall.

The invisible blade is the deadliest.

----

time flies.

More than four hours had passed since we had thoroughly searched floors 1 to 3 using a carpet search method.

The sun had already set.

In half an hour it would be completely dark.

Nightingale removed the trickery and revealed her true form.

He stood in the middle of the hall on the first floor. The red sunset dyed him golden, but his face was dull.

Standing around him were Ori and his group, who had turned floors 1-6 upside down.

"Master Nightingale?"

Oli plucked up his courage and stepped forward to ask, "What should we do now?"

Nightingale did not reply.

He was already lost in thought at this point, because none of this made sense.

First of all, there was no reason for the target person to disappear, because the Law Enforcement Bureau was only a seven-story building, and he had conducted a carpet search from top to bottom, leaving no corner untouched.

So where the hell is this damn little mouse?
Nightingale began to get angry. As a seasoned hunter, he had killed dozens, if not hundreds, of prey.

Among them are many high-ranking government officials and important military personnel.

But today, in his own territory, he spent the whole day and failed to catch a single mouse. This crazy feeling of frustration made him feel quite humiliated.

Yes, it's a shame.

But this shame made Nightingale's blood boil.

How long?
He had never experienced this kind of shame.

Different from the thinking of ordinary strong men, Nightingale prefers humiliation to glory, especially the kind of humiliation of being played around by the enemy and being covered in mud, which can almost make him excited to the point of boiling blood.

Because he knows.

The moment you send your clever prey to the grave with your own hands and wash away your own shame will be the ultimate climax.

He regained his composure almost instantly.

This is the most basic professional quality for a qualified hunter.

He remained silent for fifteen minutes, then glanced at the broken vase and glass shards that had not yet been cleaned up on the open space.

"I see."

Nightingale finally smiled.

He strode forward and said in a very confident tone: "Ori, take your people and follow me to search the 7th floor now. Let this little mouse know that in front of the hunter, no prey can hide."

Da da da--

The distinctive sound of military boots echoed through the General Law Enforcement Administration building.

Nightingale didn't lower her voice on purpose, she just wanted to tell Vega that they were here.

At the entrance of the seventh floor.

Nightingale could even imagine Vega's frightened expression due to the echo of his military boots.

Run away to your heart's content.

Perform a desperate struggle in front of him.

The scarlet tongue licked the cracked lips, and the pleasure of washing away the shame made Nightingale's blood boil completely.

But at this moment.

The last rays of sunset have disappeared over the horizon, and darkness has once again dominated the earth.

(End of this chapter)