Why it never ends

Chapter 992 Reserve Force

Victoria hurriedly dodged, the sharp killing intent of the blade almost hurting her pupils. She blinked rapidly and continuously, dodging the double blades from her opponent.

Victoria felt a long-lost agility and brutality. The opponent's attack was almost impenetrable. For a moment, she even remembered several encounters with the assassin in the past.

"Stop." Victoria never fought back. "What did you mean by that just now--"

The man in black let out a threatening roar and rushed towards Victoria again. She held a dagger about 20 centimeters long in each hand, with a fine steel chain around her wrist. The two daggers in her hands were sometimes short blades, sometimes flying knives, and sometimes boomerangs... and left a lot of damage on the walls of the building.

Victoria observed the opponent's attack. This person did not seem to have any intention of escaping or dodging. Instead, he maintained an offensive posture the whole time.

This strong hatred puzzled Victoria - it seemed as if she wanted to kill me?

In a moment of passing each other, Victoria suddenly grabbed the other person's right wrist: "Are you also a mercury needle?"

The man in black did not answer. The dagger in her hand was like a magician's coin. It obediently followed the movement of her knuckles, turned in a circle, and stabbed towards Victoria's eyes again.

Victoria was startled, and the other party immediately seized the opportunity to escape, and jumped back several steps, leaving a distance of about six or seven meters.

"The chelate in the theater tonight—"

Before Victoria could finish her words, the other party rushed over again.

  Victoria was a little annoyed, and felt that the question just now was a little ridiculous - yes, this person is not a mercury needle, could it be a chelate?

She took out a baton from her coat. After entering the habitable area, in order to avoid the ubiquitous security checks, she no longer carried weapons with her, but used a series of common items in daily life such as batons, drumsticks, and long umbrellas as her personal tools. Compared with knives, these items are obviously safer and more harmless, and easy to explain - and when dealing with chelates, as long as you can stick a long enough object into their nose or eyes, it doesn't matter what it is.

"You can't leave today," Victoria said coldly, "If you don't want to say it now, you can say the rest in court."

The man in black sneered and quickly engaged Victoria in a fight. After a few rounds, Victoria did feel a little tricky: the opponent's evasion was also very good. If she wanted to capture this man alive, it would probably take her some time to do it by herself.

"Victoria!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded, and then the black-clad man's dagger struck a triangular spike, and the scraping of the blade created golden sparks in the darkness.

Hesta, who also jumped from the bell tower, passed through the window accurately and landed lightly.

Victoria was startled: "...You're back!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black immediately withdrew, and Hesta and Victoria started to chase after him.

"Who is this man?" Hesta asked.

"It's related to the chelate in the theater tonight," Victoria said loudly, "Maybe it's the assassin--"

Hesta turned around and said, "Who are you talking about!?"

"It's just a guess! We can't rule out this possibility—"

"Impossible!" Hesta suddenly changed the pace of the chase and rushed forward like a sprint. The man in black was unable to dodge and was knocked down by Hesta. She rolled twice and accurately blocked Hesta's two attacks on her thigh and ankle, and blocked Victoria's sneak attack with a beautiful oblique kick.

Then, the man in black quickly stood up and ran to the window, intending to break it and jump down. However, when she took the second step, the two daggers suddenly slipped from her hands and fell to the ground one after another. Then, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Hesta and Victoria stood on either side of the corridor.

"She's not an assassin," Hesta said. "I've seen assassins before, and they don't attack in this way."

"Assassins are best at imitating. This time it was this way, but next time it will be different."

"Is the assassin that short? I think she is less than 1.7 meters tall," Hesta said. "Even the mercury needle is a reserve one - the titanium needle should not have been used up yet."

Victoria stepped forward to observe. She grabbed the man in black by the back of his collar and turned him over.

"...Well, it seems not to be the case."

The man in black struggled to get up, but was stepped on by Victoria again. She then realized that her left calf had been pierced by Hesta's three-edged thorn. The bionic limb blocked the excessive pain, so she did not realize in time that her left leg had been split in half. The ankle and sole of the foot were like a pendant hanging on the body, swinging continuously as the lower limbs struggled.

At the same time, she felt severe pain in her left and right hands and could hardly move.

"You're brave enough to take my thorns head-on," Hesta walked over, "Your hands must be numb."

Victoria was about to take off the mask of the man in black when the sound of breaking windows was heard again at the front and back ends of the corridor. She and Hesta didn't even have time to turn around before they raised their hands to catch the flying blades thrown at them.

"...There are accomplices!" Victoria shouted, "Be careful--"

Hestash dropped a spike and pierced the other leg of the person in black, nailing her firmly to the ground. The person in black wailed continuously, and in the severe pain, she fell out of bullet time and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing four more people appear in the dark corridor, Victoria and Hesta bent slightly, ready to attack at any time.

"I advise you not to act rashly," Victoria said, "If you knew who we are, you wouldn't think that having more people is an advantage."

Someone on Hesta's side suddenly stood up and raised his hands high.

"What?" Hesta asked.

"...How about making a deal?" the man said, "I'll tell you how many chelates there are on King Street tonight, and you leave here and do your job, and we won't interfere with each other, how about that?"

"You want us to release them just by giving them a number?" Victoria said.

"The opera house is not the only place where the chelate is hidden tonight," the man said. "It should have been a domino effect, starting with the opera house on Third Street and spreading to the north and south... But unfortunately, you have already put out the first fire tonight and captured our people. I am willing to make this exchange with you. Whether it works out depends on you."

The man glanced out the window at the night sky.

"You should have seen how many people are on these streets tonight... If you choose to trade, I will show you my sincerity right away."