Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Naomi Misora ​​chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Before the words could reach his ears and have any soothing effect, three gunshots rang out again.

"Matilda, come out and help, it's sinking!"

After hastily tying up the two men and stuffing them into the closet, Matilda was exhausted. “Why didn’t you hide them better?” The girl looked at the bloodstains and the traces of dragging on the floor. “Anyone could find them.”

"What is our goal now?" Naomi Misora ​​stroked her bob hair. "Run away, girl. What's the point of hiding them? Just make sure they don't have time to call for help."

"Then why not kill them."

Naomi Misora ​​glanced at Matilda and didn't answer.

"We should go." She reloaded the bullet and pulled the girl up: "Next, you have to do whatever I tell you to do."

"for example…"

"Follow me."

The door was pushed open a little, and a square makeup mirror poked out along the bottom corner of the door, reflecting the condition of the shoes in the corridor to the people in the room.

It’s empty. I should go to the fourth floor.

"Follow me closely." Naomi Misora ​​repeated it again, pushed open the door, and walked out with dignity.

"Push your hair forward and cover it with a hat, covering half of your face - yes, don't cover it all, it's too deliberate. Be cheerful, don't you usually like to mess around in the house?"

As they walked the woman taught her calmly.

“Is this how the FBI works?”

"What kind?"

"Mysterious." Matilda ruffled her short hair, making one side of it cover half of her face. "That's how it's played out in TV dramas."

Naomi Misora ​​shook her head: "Different departments have different functions. Some barely leave the site." She gave a brief explanation. This well-known organization is actually very complicated when it comes to details.

“Most people are like the detective that day.”

"The black man?"

"Yes, I dress neatly, punch a clock in every day, carry a burger or sandwich, sit in the swivel chair in the office, touch my crotch and stare blankly all day."

"I can not understand what you say."

Misora ​​Naomi gave Matilda a cold look and said, "Stop pretending."

"Then you are his..."

"Former colleague, we trained at the same base for several years," Naomi Misora ​​looked at both sides of the corridor without leaving a trace, her wrist was always close to her waistline, supporting the pistol hidden under her clothes. "He chose this one, and I chose a different one, that's all."

"Why can't you just arrest him?"

"Stanfield?"

"Ah."

"Do you know how many times I have to file reports, one level after another, before I can apply for a transfer order and form a special task force and a dedicated investigator to investigate this troublesome DEA detective?" Naomi Misora ​​was tired. She had been in this line of work for more than ten years and knew too well the decay and aging inside this lighthouse.

It seemed as if it was covered with age spots, and even moving a finger would cause waves of unbearable pain in the body.

"Besides, do you think Stanfield acted alone?" The woman continued, "Can a lone man easily clean himself up after killing a whole family? He doesn't have that ability. He's an ankylosaur."

"What dragon?"

Naomi Misora ​​explained: "A kind of dragon that is heavily armored and whose attacks are all based on the solid hammer on its long tail." According to their jokes in the industry, Stanfield is an ankylosaur. It looks like it is heavily armored, ferocious and difficult to attack - in fact, all its attacks come from the huge tumor on the back of its long tail.

Of course, these creatures are herbivores, and when faced with a carnivorous predator, they can only throw one blow, and then their tails will break.

There is a metaphor in every word.

Matilda was a little confused. She found that Naomi Misora ​​seemed to be hinting at something through these words, but unfortunately the girl was too young to understand.

"The key is to cut off the tail after attacking once." Naomi Misora ​​couldn't hide her smile, she tugged at her red knitted hat and changed the subject.

"You don't have to think so much, girl. I have collected a lot of information these days. Not to mention the people behind him, Stanfield is a chess piece that has been removed and abandoned. Is this what you call 'revenge'?"

"It will be over soon."

Misora ​​Naomi restrained her expression and stopped.

There was a slight sound coming from the stairs.

Chapter 39 Cat and Mouse Meet

The faint sound at the stairs came from a lighter.

Naomi Misora ​​and Matilda ran into the corrupt policemen who were about to go upstairs.

The two women and two men looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Excuse me, Mr. Policeman, do you know where my husband is?" Naomi Misora ​​reacted very quickly. She forced out an anxious but decent smile, let go of Matilda, and grabbed the man in front of her.

She kept chattering like a worried wife who had lost her husband.

"We followed the officer's instructions and ran out without even taking the gold jewelry from our home - we wandered around downstairs for a long time! Didn't my husband go down with you? Where did he go?!"

Naomi Misora ​​buttoned up the man's shirt and tucked her ten hands, which had no nails and were covered with callouses, into his clothes.

"Where's my husband?!"

The two gunmen looked at each other, and all they could think about was the "gold jewelry" that Naomi Misora ​​had just mentioned.

Gold?

"Tell me, where did you go just now?" the leader asked, "Out? Have you been out before?"

Misora ​​Naomi said anxiously, "Yes, that's right! I went out and even walked around on the street! I wanted to look inside the police car, but the glass -"

"It's for protection from prying eyes, ma'am." The man bared his teeth: "Which room do you live in?"

After Naomi Misora ​​pointed in a direction, the two men strode over quickly with guns in hand.

Before leaving, he glanced at Matilda.

The little girl's face was dark, her hat covered her forehead, and her loose hair covered half of her face. She frowned and hid the other half of her face behind the woman - it was completely invisible.

The man took a quick look and suddenly stopped when the two groups passed each other.

Click.

The sound of a gun being loaded.

"Wait, ma'am." The man called out to Naomi Misora ​​and winked at the people around him: the two of them caught up with him from the left and right.

"Ma'am, let me see—"

A leg kicked up from the bottom!

Bang!

The shock was transmitted upward along the chin, and the shock to the vestibular organ destroyed the man's balance function. All he could see was the yellowed and peeling ceiling and the old-fashioned chandelier with rust above his head...

thump.

Naomi Misora ​​kicked out with lightning speed and rolled on the ground, using the fallen man as a shield to approach the second man behind him. She ducked, leaned sideways, and drew her gun, all in one go!

Bang bang——!

Two shots hit!

knock down!

Kneeling on all fours with a wild look, the woman stretched her head alertly to the stairs and looked down.

The sound of broken footsteps rang out in a disorderly manner, accompanied by roars and the intensive friction of clothes.

She grabbed Matilda and ran away!

"Find a room with an open door, Matilda!"

"I'm looking for!"

A series of messy houses flashed past their sight. Some were half-open, some were locked. Two women, one large and one small, walked around the outermost corridor, turned left and right, and ran into a branch that looked like a winding and narrow alley. They pushed the door open and entered, and it was locked.

The woman leaned against the door and breathed heavily.

call…

"I should really enjoy my vacation."

She put the gun back in and stretched her hands behind her head to tighten the loose rubber band again. Naomi Misora ​​took a deep breath and was about to talk to Matilda about the next plan, when suddenly, her keen intuition made her discover something...

She gestured 'hush' and walked barefoot towards the bathroom softly...

Pull out your gun.

The bathroom was dark, and the woman thrust the muzzle of the gun through the crack of the dark door. The darkness swallowed the iron, and the muzzle of the gun silently pointed to the position that Naomi Misora ​​judged, and at the same time, it came out of the darkness...

It was another black muzzle of a gun.

Pointing right at her forehead.

Time stood still at that moment.

"I have no ill intentions." Naomi Misora ​​said soothing words while aiming, carefully judging the position of the body from the approximate direction of the other party's gun muzzle. At the same time, the person in the darkness did not care about her threat.

A face slowly emerged from the bathroom, as if emerging from a black lake.

Sunglasses, black knitted hat, unshaved beard...

"Leon!!" Matilda screamed and pounced on him immediately!

"I've been looking for you for two days! Where have you been?"

"I took a job."

"Why are you here?"

"I found Stan and the others, so I came to find you."

Leon remained silent. He watched Naomi Misora ​​talking to Matilda, and Naomi Misora ​​was also looking at him.

The muzzles of their guns never left each other's heads.

——The precision and composure of a well-matched chess player.

"Sister!" Matilda looked around: "Leon! She helped me!"

"I know."

"She's helping me investigate Stanfield!"

"That's fine."

The two guns were still straight.

"elder sister!"

"He's a killer. Matilda, do you know how many people a professional killer like him has killed?"

Naomi Misora ​​carefully swayed her body with an almost imperceptible amplitude—with her eyes and head still. She tightened the muscles of her calves, thighs, and waist; tightened, loosened, tightened again, and loosened again, the woman's entire body entered an absolute wartime state—

Compared to the two guys just now, this guy was full of danger... She had to go all out and subdue or kill him as quickly as possible. Otherwise, she might be the one to die.

"He has killed many people, children your age, or pregnant women. The killer is the inhuman Matilda."

"Leon doesn't kill women and children!!"

Matilda's scream was met with only a sneer from Naomi Misora.

"How do you think you were exposed, Matilda?" As soon as he finished speaking, Leon's hand holding the gun shook. He finally moved his eyes away and glanced at the girl who pursed her lips. Then, he slowly put down the gun and walked out of the darkness.

Carrying a suitcase.

"Old Tony." He put the gun gently on the floor. "It's not his fault. He was threatened by Stanfield. If you have to say it, it's my fault."

Naomi Misora ​​ignored what he said and kicked the gun away!

"Now, turn around and get on the ground!"

The black sunglasses reflected no light and he looked at her quietly.