You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

"What a bullshit duty!" Johnson shouted, "Are you the world's police? Can you even go out to police in primeval forests?"

"Because you drank something you shouldn't have," said the man.

"You're spying on us?"

Johnson was really angry. What he couldn't stand the most was having his privacy invaded. However, under the pressure of dozens of guns, his angry expression inevitably looked fierce but weak. "Since you know we are wizards, how dare you do this?"

The man was amused by his ignorance and bravery: "Why not?"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that we were killing wizards?"

"Before we start, do you need to introduce yourselves? You guys go first?"

"…Forget it, I'll help you guys."

"Your name is Johnson, your girlfriend is Jenny, and you are both students at Guthrie University. This is Wilson, a fitness trainer, and Jim, a former mercenary. The other person standing far away is Sean, a novelist, right?"

"You are all wizards."

The man called out their names one by one, smiling meaningfully, "And I will be the one who handles your witch hunters."

When Jim heard the word "mercenary", he finally remembered where he had seen him before - the battlefield!

They were comrades who carried out missions together and fought side by side in the Battle of Yag Bay!

"Are you... Winster?" Jim asked.

"Finally you recognized me." The man sighed, "It's a pity that we no longer have the chance to reminisce about the past."

Jim heard the regret in his words, which was a kind of helplessness over the separation of life and death. He looked directly into Venster's eyes and walked towards him step by step, questioning their past friendship.

"You want to kill me?"

"He dares!"

Johnson tried to use the law to defend the sovereignty of life, and angrily said: "I have never heard of any witch hunters. You are killing innocent people indiscriminately! You are committing a crime!"

And Winster's response was: "I have to kill you."

He ignored Johnson.

The closer we are to each other, the less we should keep them.

This is the rule, witch hunters also need to prove themselves.

"I'm sorry, my friend."

Seeing Jim getting closer and closer, with his hands behind his back flashing with fire, Venster sighed and closed his eyes.

"boom!"

A huge gunshot rang out.

A bullet was fired from the gun of a believer next to Winster, startling a large number of birds.

When the gun went off, Jim subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but it was no use. The flame in his palm had already burned into a blazing flame and condensed into a ball. He didn't know whether he wanted to use it to block the bullet or attack Vinster, but he failed to do either.

The bullet passed through the flames and hit him right between the eyebrows.

In an instant, his head exploded like a watermelon, exploding into a cloud of scarlet blood mist.

Venster raised his hand skillfully, just enough to block the splatter of blood.

Jim's body fell down, only half of his face was left, his eye was wide open, it seemed that he couldn't believe until his death that his former best friend would actually shoot him.

Wilson was horrified and felt that something was wrong. The strong sense of crisis mixed with the smell of blood prompted him to turn around and run without hesitation.

He wants to escape!

Escape and tell Conina to run too!

However, a wizard apprentice who has not had time to learn the spell to escape has the same speed as an ordinary person. How can he be faster than a bullet?

"Did I allow you to go?" asked Venster calmly.

"Bang bang bang...!"

There were several more gunshots.

Wilson's back immediately burst into a streak of sad and beautiful blood. He staggered and fell to the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably. He raised his head desperately, wanting to get up and continue running, but he could only lift his neck a little. He struggled with all his strength for a few seconds, and finally fell down again. His eyes, which he was unwilling to close, were bloodshot and he looked in the direction he came from.

Deathly silence followed.

Jenny's face was pale. Looking at the miserable condition of Jim and Wilson, she felt a strong discomfort rising from her stomach and rushing into her throat, making her almost vomit. Her hands that were grabbing Johnson's shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Johnson was also frightened by this scene. Until this moment, when two living people who had been chatting happily with him a few minutes ago had their heads blown off and fell in front of him, he realized that Venster was not joking... they really knew how to kill people!

The tragic deaths of the two also made him realize a fact -

Even with magic power, they could not resist the opponent's weapons.

"W-why...?" Johnson's lips began to tremble.

Why hunt witches?

"You don't need to know." Wenster did not explain. There was no need. He wiped the blood off his clothes and said, "You have two choices now."

"One, try to fight or run away like them, as long as you can be faster than my gun."

"Second, give up resistance, surrender, and follow us back obediently."

Wenster said: "Although you will probably die anyway, I personally suggest that it is better to choose the second one. At least you can live a little longer. What do you think?"

The death of the two people formed an extremely strong contrast with the tone of Venster's nonchalant and even smiling voice. At this moment, he was like an emotionless devil in Jenny's eyes. Jim was his friend! The suffocating pressure finally broke Jenny's inner defense line. She collapsed and shouted: "No! I'm not a wizard! You can't catch me!"

Johnson held up his weak legs and said in a trembling voice: "My girlfriend is not awake, let her go."

"Oh?" Venster looked at Jenny with a half-smile, "You really haven't awakened yet?"

People can lie, but crows can't.

The feathers of all the crows changed color, proving that no one here was innocent.

Among them, the one with the lowest magic power has 1 Lak, which reaches the standard of a wizard.

Jenny felt that Venster's gaze was extremely sharp, as if it was going to pierce her. The fear of death made her cry. She cried, "I'm really not a wizard... Please believe me, I'm really not a wizard..."

"Don't cry, it's useless. I never believe in women's tears, but..."

"Since your relationship is so deep and has made me appreciate the beauty of love, I can make an exception and give you a chance."

"Johnson, don't you want to protect her?"

Johnson clenched his fists: "Let her go, I'll go with you!"

"No, I don't want you, I want her." The weaker the person, the easier it is to control. Wenster had an interesting idea in his mind. He looked at Jenny again, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, and said to the girl: "Take out the gun at your waist and use it to kill your boyfriend, then I will believe that you have no magic power."

As soon as the words fell, the two people's faces changed drastically.

Killing and punishing one's heart, that's all.

Jenny burst into tears, and Johnson could no longer suppress his anger, and burst into anger: "Son of a bitch, don't force us!"

At worst, he would explode with these guys. Even if he and Jenny couldn't survive, he would take a few people away to be buried with them!

His magic power accumulated in his hands.

But at this moment, a cold and hard object pressed against his back.

Johnson turned back subconsciously.

Jenny was already in tears, and the hands that had hugged him countless times were now holding a delicate and small ladies' pistol.

This was the self-defense gift he gave Jenny when they joined the club and went out for their first adventure.

"Jenny, you..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Aqiang... wuwu, I don't want to die. Instead of killing both of us, it's better to leave one alive. Only by being alive there is hope... isn't it?" Jenny said crying.

Her tears flowed from her eyes, ran down her cheeks and fell on the grass.

Johnson felt cold all over and his face was ashen. He never dreamed that Jenny would make such a choice.

Doesn't she love him at all?

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't have the chance.

Venster's voice was like the devil's crooning: "Little sister, my patience is limited."

"boom!"

The trigger was pulled, accompanied by the girl's heart-wrenching cry.

This morning, Azhen killed Aqiang.

"Well done. You have great potential. I will try my best to get lenient treatment for you. If you perform well in the future, you may be able to join our witch hunters." Venster said with a faint smile.

As for what constitutes good performance, he believed that Jenny knew it even if he didn't say it.

This is a beautiful and smart girl.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Jenny looked at Johnson who was staring at her and lying in a pool of blood. The gun slipped from her hand and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Venster stopped paying attention to Jenny and turned to look at Sean.

"It's your turn, Mr. Writer."

He smiled and said, "You don't think I will forget you if you don't speak, do you?"

"You are the person Flores Hospital specifically requested. They even sent someone here specially for you."

After saying this, a believer beside him took the initiative to lift up his hood, revealing a familiar face.

Sean had seen him before—at the front desk of the morgue, he was the orderly.

"Hello again, Mr. Sean."

"Did Quill ask you to come?" Sean asked.

The nurse smiled and said, "Yes, Dr. Quayle likes your novel very much."

Sean: “So?”

"Come back with me," he said. "You know the conditions in our hospital are better than anywhere else."

Sean looked at him. "What if I don't?"

"I'm sorry, I have no choice but to get rid of you." The man spread his hands and said, "I must take you back whether you are dead or alive. This is my mission. I hope Mr. Sean can understand."

Sean sneered, "You clearly want to kill me, but you still pretend to be polite so that I can understand you witch hunters. Are you always so hypocritical?"

"Actually, I'm also very curious. Three of your companions have died in front of you, but you can still remain calm and not be affected. Have you always been so calm, Mr. Sean?" said the nurse.

"Because I'm preparing a surprise for you." Sean raised his hands, and a faint golden light overflowed from his palms.

This is a signal of a fight to the death.

"I would like to remind you, Mr. Sean, that bullets are faster than channeled spells. The magic you have mastered at this stage cannot fight against firearms. Jim is the best example."

"But it looks like Mr. Sean has already made up his mind. In that case..."

"Then let's try it."

The man waved his hand and ordered, "Switch to armor-piercing bullets."

He did not forget that Sean had asked someone to buy him a bulletproof vest.

If this was what Sean called a surprise, and he wanted to escape in the chaos, then he was doomed to be greatly disappointed.

but.

He guessed wrong.

The bulletproof vest wasn't a surprise, it was just a deliberate means by Sean to mislead them into increasing their firepower.

The real surprise was a spell that they might never have heard of—the Spell of Truth.

The more fierce the enemy's attack, the more fierce his counterattack will be.

"shot."

"Bang bang bang...!"

At the nurse's command, dozens of gun muzzles burst into flames at the same time.

This was a merciless shooting, which would make this man who dared to knowingly violate their bottom line have no way to escape and pay the most tragic price - at this time, they were still confident in the final result. As the Flame Crow Girl said, low-level wizards could not resist bullets and would only become one of the countless riddled corpses in the witch hunt.

Until a burst of golden light appeared.