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It was not until the figure was about to disappear into the darkness that the police officer suddenly woke up and reminded.

"Be careful, there are criminals ahead!"

The figure paused for a moment, then spoke.

"Thank you, thank you for the reminder."

Then, it completely disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter 421 The True Ace Faces the Challenge

Yan Shuangying walked straight through the narrow and dark alley.

He didn't care at all about the gunshots that came and went, and his steps were light. He didn't seem to be at the scene of a street fight, but rather taking a walk in his own back garden. He looked relaxed and comfortable.

The cigarette hung briefly by his lips, flickering.

His sight fell into the darkness, unobstructed by anything.

————If it were before coming to this world, Yan Shuangying would not have done such a dangerous thing in the street fighting at night. However, now is not as good as before. He is stronger and more dangerous than his younger self.

It was so dangerous that such a scene would not be dangerous for him.

The great escape from the abandoned magic venue in the past allowed Yan Shuangying's physical fitness to break through the original shackles, and he made another leap on the original basis, heading towards a higher level.

This is all thanks to Gin's help.

The next time he meets the Black Organization's action team and Gin, he will help this poor, hard-working, white-haired man to enjoy a peaceful and comfortable life - the kind that can be enjoyed at Sanzu River.

Tick, tick, tick.

Slightly dense footsteps sounded beside my ears.

Yan Shuangying's extraordinary hearing enables him to keenly detect any movement within a radius of five miles, and he can hear human footsteps even more clearly, and can accurately capture the specific location.

Unlike the footsteps of the police officers, the footsteps of these people were dense but not panicky. They were probably moving in an orderly formation and had received professional training.

And within the city of Hakodate, there are only three possibilities for the teams that could have received such training.

One is the action team of the Black Organization, one is the killer team of the mysterious organization, and the last one is the mercenaries of the Death Merchant. Considering the current situation, the last possibility is undoubtedly the one.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

The next moment, two black pistols slipped into Yan Shuangying's hands. He stepped into the darkness step by step, completely blending into the darkness, with no difference visible, and approached the mercenaries' position.

————The ghost is coming.

At this moment, Webster and his group were still completely unaware of the approaching danger.

At this time, they were blocked by a team of local police officers, but it was not difficult to deal with these police officers, especially when the opponent was obviously focusing on staying alive and intercepting them.

The mercenaries only need to engage in a firefight with them and then directly pass through from other positions.

Those local police officers would not pay any attention to the direction of the mercenaries. After all, as long as they fired their guns and carried out a certain degree of blocking, it would be worthy of the salary they received.

As for whether you can hit someone, that depends on fate.

"...It seems that this evacuation went quite smoothly."

"Webster, you are a little too nervous."

The mercenary behind Webster said with a slight sense of relief.

The most dangerous thing in this operation is the mysterious and over-the-horizon sniper hiding in the distance.

That guy could be said to be the one being called by the God of Hell, who randomly selected a black luxury car to send to the west. He shot two cars away with two shots. If he was unlucky, he would probably die without knowing how he died.

But once you enter the alley, you no longer have to worry about the threat from the mysterious sniper.

No matter how good the sniper's marksmanship was, it was impossible for him to use a sniper rifle to kill them from a distance while they were moving in the alley, even if the guy's bullets could turn like in the movies.

Could that guy possibly have clairvoyance? With buildings blocking the way, how could he possibly determine their location?

The local police officers who were trying to stop them were now left behind and could no longer pose a threat. The other mercenaries also relaxed and relaxed their vigilance a little.

Webster, who was walking in front leading the way, had a gloomy face and did not speak.

For some reason, from the very beginning, he had been feeling uneasy, as if an extremely deadly danger was approaching in the darkness, but he could not find the threat at all.

Webster had never felt this way before.

He had suspected that the mysterious sniper had attacked again, but he felt that was unlikely.

Even if the mysterious sniper was really the mysterious Yan Shuangying, and he really came nearby, it would be impossible for him to confirm their position in the alley, so how could he pose a fatal threat to them?

So, could it be the mobile team? But the mobile team is still in the city, otherwise he would not take action at this time.

So, who on earth could bring him such a terrifying and serious sense of threat?

Webster's heart grew heavier.

He walked forward while his colleagues beside him were still talking about something.

However, Webster suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The voice, the voice changed.

Is that the sound of talking? No, not talking, but some other sound... Yes, yes...

...footsteps.

Webster's pupils suddenly contracted.

He realized something was wrong.

Although he didn't hear any other movement, the footsteps of their group had been decreasing since the beginning, from six people to only three people.

Where did the other people's footsteps go?

Webster's ears twitched.

At the moment he was shocked, the voice that had been chattering in his ears and distracting him finally disappeared, followed by the sound of footsteps that decreased from three people to two.

The footsteps of these two people, including his own footsteps.

In other words, he is the only one left in this mercenary team.

Webster did not look back.

His hand suddenly touched the dagger on his shin guard, and he turned around and slashed behind him——

It is impossible to use hot weapons to kill his colleagues silently. Even a pistol with a silencer cannot achieve such complete sound insulation. The only possibility is to use cold weapons.

In modern warfare, the best way to kill someone silently with cold weapons is to slit their throat.

Throat slitting is a killing technique that requires a very close distance. In other words, if the man just killed the mercenary following behind him, he must be behind him now.

He doesn't need to look back to confirm his position, he just needs to turn around and strike!

However, this sword failed.

But Webster was not disappointed. Instead, he took the opportunity to turn around, retreat, and look up at the mysterious existence who had silently killed all his teammates.

It was a man wearing a black coat and black sunglasses.

"Yan Shuangying."

He said.

Chapter 422 Yan Shuangying, You Made a Wrong Choice

Webster's knife was fast, accurate, and fierce. If it hit the target, it would be fatal.

However, his knife was not fast enough, not accurate enough, and not cruel enough.

Especially when facing the real pioneers who had fought in countless battles of all sizes with real swords and guns, his sword was as ridiculous as his personality, soft and without any killing power at all.

"It seems that you are Webster."

Yan Shuangying's voice was calm.

He stared at the so-called mercenary vanguard in front of him. Just by scanning every part of the other person's body, he was able to immediately judge the other person's physical condition and draw a clear conclusion.

Not bad, but just not bad. He is a big shot in the Sihai Hongmen Society, but just a big shot.

Yan Shuangying had killed so many guys like this that he couldn't even remember how many there were or what their names were. But the fact that he could still remember the name of this guy named Webster was already superior to others of the same level of strength.

"Where is Brian D. Kadokura?"

"Were those idiots who attacked flight SKJ865 at Hakodate Airport your people?"

he asked.

Faced with such inquiries, Webster did not intend to answer.

He leaned back slightly, holding a dagger in one hand and holding it horizontally in front of him, while the other hand held a pistol, resting it on his wrist and pointing it at the man in black in front of him.

————The ones who attacked Flight SKJ865 at Hakodate Airport were, of course, mercenaries under the Merchant of Death.

He believed that even if he didn't answer, Yan Shuangying knew it clearly.

At the same time, even if the people who attacked flight SKJ865 were not mercenaries under the Death Merchant, Yan Shuangying would still continue to attack the mercenaries under the Death Merchant. He was very clear about this.

Sometimes, the thoughts of some powerful people who surpass ordinary people are difficult to understand.

Generally speaking, it can be summed up in one sentence——

What does destroying you have to do with you?

"...Yan Shuangying, do you really think I can't kill you?"

Webster's voice was cold.

His body was tense, and all his muscles were kept in a state ready to explode at any time. As long as there was an opportunity, he would take action and kill the miraculous urban legend in front of him without hesitation.

He did not deny that the other party was very powerful.

If he had not taken these mercenaries with him when evacuating, and the other party had assassinated them one by one, and he was finally discovered, he probably would not have known how he died until his death.

However, since Yan Shuangying has appeared and is within the range of the pistol.

Then, Webster thought, he no longer needed to worry about how much of a threat this man would pose to him.

Three steps away, the gun is fast. Within three steps, the gun is both accurate and fast!