I am a hero of the former civilization.

He sat up and saw the orange cat, which had quietly run back, suddenly bristle and run away, but it just floated in the air, its short legs kicking wildly but it couldn't move even a centimeter.

"You stinky cat, you're acting as her eyes and ears, aren't you? You're quite clever, aren't you?"

Meow meow.

The orange cat stopped struggling, its face full of innocence, looking adorably silly.

"It even knows how to get away with being cute, it's practically a spirit." Ryan hugged it in his arms, walked into the house and scanned the surroundings to make sure that Padofelis hadn't run away.

She still had those 'treasures' there; if she were to run away, she would definitely take them with her or hide them. So she only thought about it for a second.

"Going off to be a thief again, you idiot? Now that I'm here, Twilight Street is ten times more dangerous. You're not some petty thief anymore." Ryan didn't blame Pado because she was an ordinary person and couldn't think of such profound things.

Based on the timeline, the major powers in Twilight Street are basically aware that a fusion warrior has entered, but they are unaware of his identity and purpose.

"They'll definitely go to great lengths to find clues about you."

Ryan thought for a moment, put the orange cat down, and then disappeared as if he had merged into the air.

......

Hehe, I'm so lucky.

Under the cover of night, Padofelis hurried through the alley pushing a handcart. The cart contained nothing of value, just rice and cured meat stolen from unscrupulous merchants.

"Hmph, I told you not to hoard food and cause everyone to go hungry. I'll take it out and distribute it to the poor. Consider it an act of charity."

She spent the day scouting the area and even took a nap, only to run into Ryan on her way home.

It was just a minor incident; things still needed to be done, and Pado keenly seized an opportunity:

The boss is fake, but Adam is real. Even if he's discovered to be wanted, who would dare to arrest him?

This must be what the book calls "the pig borrowing the tiger's might." I never went to school, but I'm still very smart.

The girl glanced around furtively, hid in an empty, dilapidated house, and then wandered around the area a few times as if nothing had happened.

This is her habit; if the owner chases after her, they can only find the stolen goods at most, and there's nothing they can do about it.

The streets were filled with drunkards and fellow travelers. Pado waited for a full half hour without seeing anything unusual before finally returning to her dilapidated house, satisfied, and gazing at the hundreds of pounds of grain with worry.

Who should I give it to? Ah, I've got an idea.

She suddenly remembered the Honkai disease patients she had seen at lunchtime that day, and immediately felt that it would be best to send the food to the sanatorium.

"Children are growing rapidly, so they should be very happy to be able to eat these."

Pado fantasized for a moment, her eyes like crescent moons, and she was overjoyed at the thought of the scene.

"Boss, aren't we going to close the net yet?"

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

Wearing night vision goggles, Huaniz's wide grin stretched across his scarred face, making him look like a cat scrutinizing a mouse.

Are you sure what's in her cart?

“We deduced from her daytime activities and found a young man who sold grain, who said it was 200 jin of rice and 30 jin of cured meat.”

“Rice and cured meat?” Huaniz turned his head quickly, his pale blue eyes looking very fierce. “Are you sure?”

"I'm sure, I guarantee it with two fingers!" the henchman quickly said. If he had been a little slower, a large-caliber revolver would have been shoved into his mouth.

These underlings are stupid, but they wouldn't joke around with their own fingers.

Huaniz rubbed his bald head, feeling like he'd seen a ghost. The boss of 'Twilight' had issued an arrest warrant, and so many gangs were out fishing in the middle of the night, just for this petty thief who stole rice?

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

Yes, that must be it. The 'boss' is still unknown, but that white-haired woman is like a monster. All the people from the Black Blood Gang who went to test her died, leaving no survivors.

He felt he had found the truth and gently raised his hand.

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

"Yes, I'll have the sniper prepare the tranquilizer bullets."

The younger brother picked up the communicator, but there was only static coming from the radio, which puzzled them for a moment.

"Boss, it seems like the communications are being interfered with."

"It was just a cover-up! You idiot, what good are your legs? Do you want me to rip them off?"

With a roar, Huaniz saw his underling scramble out of the doorway, then crash into it with a thud and fall to the ground.

Not to mention the fallen underling, everyone in the clock tower blinked, because the door was open, and he seemed to have bumped into thin air. Then, confusion turned into horror.

A human figure is outlined from the air, with shoulder-length white hair, crimson eyes, and a black scythe in its hand.

Elegant and beautiful, yet filled with indifference to all life, exuding an aura that does not belong to humanity.

Swish.

With a swing of the scythe, four heads flew into the air in unison amidst the crimson fountain, and he spoke thus.

"Do not disturb the good of others with your evil."

Chapter 223 Killing Storm

The scythe harvests life faster and more ruthlessly, distorting light to obscure everything external, and even the spurting blood is blocked by an invisible wall.

In just a few seconds, when the distorted light returned to normal, only one figure remained inside the old clock tower, with only thick blood gushing out of the door and spreading down the steps.

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

That idiot, your colleague slipped a tracker into your bag while you were keeping watch.

Seeing that Padofelis was completely unaware, Ryan was both annoyed and amused. He released his Honkai energy and carefully sensed his surroundings.

There were three groups on the rooftops, four groups in the alleyways, and people hurrying through the sewers—it was like a net had been laid out in all directions.

This was exactly what Ryan had expected. He always picks on the weak, and the easiest way to figure out my monster's purpose was to capture Pado.

However, the coordinated movements involved more than one gang.

"Is someone mediating this? It's only been two days since I arrived, I should greet all the big shots on Twilight Street."

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

It was a sniper squad, quite elite. Ryan was still in the air when they turned around as if they sensed something.

"What is that?"

When someone is flying through the air, anyone would be stunned for a moment. Fortunately, the shock only lasted for a moment. The sniper immediately flipped over and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

Swah——

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

The moonlight cast the shadows of the celestial beings, and those shadows, as if alive, severed the hands and heads of their companions, then wrapped themselves around their own necks like ribbons.

Hey.

Ryan landed on the roof and watched as the observer's eyes bulged out, his neck bones crushed, as he twirled the scythe and dragged it behind his back.

two.

Still silent, his body shot out like a black arrow, covering hundreds of meters in an instant and landing in a small alley.

This was clearly another gang trying to intercept Pado from the side. Before they could even cross the alley, they saw someone standing at the alley entrance.

He half-squatted on the ground, raised his black scythe high, and threw it without saying a word.

The scythe transformed into a giant disc, sweeping across the alleyway with a whooshing sound, then circling in the air before flying straight back into Ryan's raised palm.

ten.

Ryan glanced at the 'sculpture' in the alley. They remained in the position of drawing their guns or picking up walkie-talkies, but it was as if they had been paused until the man with the blood-dripping scythe disappeared into the alley, and then they took their next action.

puff--

Bloodstains appeared on the neck or chest, eight crimson flowers bloomed, and the splattered blood stained the walls on both sides.

Silent, efficient, and swift, Padofelis is like a moving eye of a storm.

Within a kilometer of her, Ryan continued his relentless march, his blade reaping lives one after another, even the scent of blood being thoughtfully blown away into the distance.

The streets were unusually quiet at dusk, with only a ghostly figure patrolling around. The bigwigs from all sides realized that they couldn't contact any of their subordinates and finally discovered that something was wrong.

"Stop following her, move in immediately and take that woman down!"

"Withdraw now, it's a trap!"

Regardless of the type of order, it was too late by the time it was relayed.

Hey.

Ryan landed on the hood of a speeding car. The junior leader in the passenger seat had just received orders from his boss when he suddenly saw a 'woman' land in front of him, raising a black scythe.

Even though he was in charge of the flour business and had seen countless fights, he couldn't react in time; all he saw was a flash of a sickle.

boom! !

The car with its roof removed crashed into the wall, exploding into a fireball that instantly brightened the muddy road. The vehicles following behind were startled awake, 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!"

The roar of the engine, mixed with the screeching of brakes, caused the lead pickup truck to crash into the other vehicle at over 100 miles per hour, only to be launched into the air three meters in front of it.

The front of the car was dented, with various parts flying everywhere. The airbags deployed, and the people in the driver's seat were instantly turned into mincemeat. The vehicle was tumbling in the air when it was slapped down by a fair hand.

Phew—boom!

Just like a catapult launch, the pickup truck flew back at over 200 miles per hour, crushing the people who had hurriedly gotten out of the car into mincemeat and sending up an even more dazzling fireball.

Da da da......

Gunshots finally rang out, breaking the deathly silence of Dusk Street tonight. The truck at the back of the convoy split open, and a black mech more than five meters tall started up.

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

Pado, the more you cause trouble, the more interesting things become.

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