I am the former civilized hero.

He sat up and saw the orange cat that had quietly come back suddenly get angry and start running, only to end up floating in the air, unable to move even an centimeter even with its short legs kicking.

"You stinky cat, you act as her eyes and ears, right? You're pretty smart."

Meow meow.

The orange cat stopped struggling. Its face was full of innocence and it looked silly and cute.

"It knows how to get away with it in a cute way. It's really smart." Ryan held it in his arms, walked into the house and looked around to confirm that Padova didn't run away.

Her 'treasures' were still there, and if she ran away she would definitely take them with her or hide them, so she only thought about it for a second.

"You're a thief again, idiot. Now that I'm here, Dusk Street will be ten times more dangerous. You're no longer a petty thief." Ryan didn't blame Padu because she was an ordinary person and couldn't think of such in-depth things.

According to the calculation of time, all the major forces in Dusk Street have basically known that a fusion warrior has entered, but they don't know his identity and purpose.

"Then I will definitely try my best to find clues from you."

Ryan thought about it, put the orange cat down, and disappeared in the blink of an eye as if he blended into the air.

......

Hehe, I'm so lucky.

Under the cover of night, Padua Felice ran quickly in the alley pushing a cart. There was nothing valuable in the cart, just rice and pickled meat stolen from unscrupulous merchants.

"Humph, I told you to hoard goods and make a profit, which has caused everyone to have no food to eat. I will help you distribute the goods to the poor, which can be considered as a good deed for you."

She scouted the area during the day and took a nap, and ran into Ryan on her way home to get ready.

It was just a minor incident. What had to be done still had to be done, and Paddo also keenly spotted an opportunity:

The boss is fake, but Adam is real. Even if I am discovered and put on the wanted list, who would dare to arrest me?

This is what the book calls a pig taking advantage of the tiger's might. I have never been to school, but I am still very smart.

The girl looked around furtively, hid in an empty house, and then walked around a few times as if nothing had happened.

This is her habit. If the owner were to chase her out, they would only find the stolen goods, but would not be able to do anything to her.

The only people on the street were drunkards and their colleagues. Paduo waited for half an hour but saw nothing unusual. She returned to the shabby house with satisfaction and looked at the hundreds of kilograms of food with worry.

Who should I give it to? Oh, I have an idea.

She suddenly remembered the Honkai disease patient she had seen at lunch today, and immediately thought it would be best to send the food to the sanatorium.

"Children are growing up, so they should be happy to eat these."

Padu fantasized for a moment, her eyes like crescent moons, and she was so happy when she thought of the scene.

"Boss, aren't we closing the net yet?"

About a few hundred meters away, the clock tower was full of people, and on the thermal imaging screen, a petite figure running could be clearly seen.

Juaniz was wearing night vision goggles, and the corners of his grinning mouth pulled the scar on his face, as if he was a cat examining a mouse.

"Are you sure she has something in her cart?"

"We worked our way back from her whereabouts during the day and found a young man who was selling food. He said it was 200 kilograms of rice and 30 kilograms of pickled meat."

"Rice and bacon?" Waniz turned his head quickly, his light blue eyes looking very fierce. "Are you sure?"

"Sure, I guarantee it with two fingers!" the younger brother said quickly. If he was slower, a large-caliber revolver would be stuffed into his mouth.

These guys are stupid, but not to the point of using their fingers to make jokes.

Waniz touched his bald head and thought it was really weird. The boss of "Dusk" sent an arrest warrant, and so many gangs came out to fish in the middle of the night, just for such a petty thief who stole rice?

Unbelievable, is there something special inside and the rice is just a cover?

Yes, that must be the case. The 'boss' is still unknown, but the white-haired woman is like a monster. All the people sent by the Black Blood Gang to test her were killed, without a single one left alive.

He felt that he had found the truth and raised his hands slightly.

"Do it, and remember to keep them alive."

"Yes, I asked the sniper to prepare the tranquilizer bullet."

The younger brother picked up the communicator, but there was only a rustling sound in the radio, which made them confused for a moment.

"Boss, it seems the communication is being disrupted."

"It's a cover-up indeed! Idiot, what are your legs for? Do you want me to take them off?"

Waniz roared, and then he saw his younger brother running out, then crashing into the door with a thud and falling to the ground.

Not to mention the little brother who fell, everyone in the clock tower blinked, because the door was open, he felt like he hit the air, and then confusion turned into horror.

A human figure was outlined out of thin air, with shoulder-length white hair, red eyes, and a black sickle in his hand.

Elegant and beautiful, yet full of indifference to all life, exuding an aura that does not belong to humans.

Swish.

The sickle was swung, and four heads flew into the air one after another. In the red fountain, he said so.

“Don’t disturb others’ goodness with your evil.”

Chapter 223 Killing Storm

The sickle reaped lives faster and more cruelly. The distorted light obscured everything external, and the spurting blood was blocked by the air wall.

In just a few seconds, when the distorted light returned to normal, there was only one figure left in the old bell tower, and only sticky blood flowed out of the door and spread down the stairs.

Ryan walked through the blood, leaving a trail of bloody footprints. He glanced at the screens placed there. The first one showed a girl pushing a cart, and the second one was an electronic map with a moving red dot on it.

You idiot, when you were keeping watch just now, your companion stuffed the tracker into your bag.

Seeing that Padufils knew nothing, Ryan was angry and amused. He released the Honkai energy and carefully sensed the surroundings.

There are three groups on the roof, four groups in the alley, and some people are rushing in the sewer. It must be a tight net.

This was within Ryan's expectations. He would pick on the weak and bully the weak. If he wanted to find out the purpose of this monster, the most convenient way would be to capture Padu.

It’s just that the actions were so coordinated, and more than one gang was involved.

"Is there anyone coordinating? It's my second day here, and I should say hello to the big guys on Dusk Street."

Ryan bent his knees slightly, then leaped out silently. He drew an arc in the air and locked his eyes on the people on the roof.

It was a sniper team, very powerful. Ryan was still in the air, and they turned their heads as if they sensed something.

"What is that?"

When a person is flying in the air, no matter who he is, he will be stunned for a moment. Fortunately, the shock only lasted for a moment, and the sniper immediately turned over and pulled the trigger towards the air.

Swah——

The brain had already transmitted the command to the fingers, but a black light flashed, and a right arm was broken along with half of the rifle. The observer turned his head in astonishment and finally saw where the attack came from.

The moonlight cast a shadow of the man in the sky, and that shadow seemed to have a life, cutting off the hands and heads of its companions, and then wrapping it around its own neck like a silk ribbon.

Hey.

Ryan landed on the roof and looked at the observer with bulging eyes and crushed cervical vertebrae. He swung the sickle and dragged it behind him.

two.

Still silent, his body flew out like a black arrow, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters in an instant and landing in an alley.

This was obviously another gang that wanted to intercept Paddo from the side. Before they could cross the alley, they saw a man standing at the entrance.

He half-crouched on the ground, raised the black sickle high, and threw it over without saying a word.

The sickle turned into a giant disc, sweeping through the alley, then circled in the air and flew straight back into Ryan's raised palm.

ten.

Ryan glanced at the "sculptures" in the alley. They maintained the posture of drawing their guns or picking up the walkie-talkies, but it was as if the pause button was pressed. It was not until the man holding the bloody sickle disappeared in the alley that they took the next step.

puff--

Bloodstains appeared on the neck or chest, eight blood-red flowers blossomed, and the splattered blood dyed the walls on both sides red.

Silent, efficient, and fast, Padua Felice is like the center of a moving storm.

Within a kilometer around her, Ryan never stopped, his blade reaping lives one after another, and even the smell of blood was blown away.

The streets are particularly quiet at dusk tonight, with only a ghostly figure prowling around. The bosses from all sides found that they could not contact their subordinates one by one, and finally realized that something was wrong.

"No need to follow, take action immediately and capture that woman!"

"Retreat now, this is a trap!"

No matter what kind of order it was, it was too late by the time it was passed on.

Hey.

Ryan landed on the hood of a speeding car. The small leader in the passenger seat had just received an order from the boss, and in the blink of an eye he saw a 'woman' landing in front of him, raising a pitch-black sickle.

Even though he was in charge of the flour business and was used to seeing fights, he was unable to react at all and only saw a flash of the sickle.

boom! !

The car with its roof removed crashed into the wall, creating a fireball that instantly brightened up the muddy road. The vehicles following behind were startled and when they looked up, they found a person standing in the middle of the road.

"Crash it over!"

"Stop the car and kill her!"

With the roar of the engine and the screeching of brakes, the leading pickup truck crashed into the other truck at a speed of more than one hundred yards, but then flew up with a bang three meters in front of it.

The front of the car was dented, various parts flew everywhere, the airbag popped out, the person in the cab turned into a meat patty on the spot, the vehicle was rolling in the air, and was slapped on the surface by a white palm.

Phew—boom!

As if it had taken off with a slingshot, the pickup truck flew back at a speed of over two hundred yards, crushing the people who had hurriedly gotten out of the car into meat patties and raising an even more brilliant fireball.

Da da da......

Gunshots finally rang out, breaking the dead silence of Dusk Street tonight. The truck at the end of the convoy broke apart, and a black mecha more than five meters tall started up.

"GAX-01 combat mecha?" Ryan also saw this thing. Even if it was an obsolete product, such heavy equipment should not appear on Dusk Street.

Padu, things are becoming more and more interesting now that you're making such a fuss.

He ignored the oncoming bullets, turned gently, as if dancing a waltz under the moon, and swung his sickle in the air.