Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Turn around! Get on the ground!"

Leon opened his mouth with the gun pointed at him: “Stanfield’s people will be here soon.”

"I can get Matilda out of here safely."

"You can't." Leon stated expressionlessly: "No matter who you are, as long as you are still carrying Matilda. Now, you are all drug dealers. Kill them without mercy. You don't understand Stan's character - here." The man tapped his temple.

"There's something wrong here."

Misora ​​Naomi said in a cold tone: "He won't be able to enjoy his freedom for much longer."

Leon did not object to what Naomi Misora ​​said, but the premise was that they had to survive first.

"I am grateful for your help Matilda, because of this, our goals are the same."

Naomi Misora ​​took Matilda two steps back and lowered the gun. She still insisted, "Oh, really? Thank me? In what sense?"

The tongue-tied man remained silent.

"Sister..." Matilda gently tugged at Naomi Misora's sleeve. The woman sighed and spoke again: "Okay, Mr. Killer. I don't know if you know how many people are downstairs - you can't kill them all with your weapon. This is not a movie."

Yes, this is not a movie. Bullets don't have eyes. As a killer or FBI, both of them know better than Matilda that when facing most gunmen, even if the opponent is blindfolded and randomly pulls the trigger, it will cause great trouble to well-trained soldiers.

Give Leon some time to prepare. This top killer is confident that he can wipe them out.

If Naomi Misora ​​is given a well-equipped tactical team, she will have the confidence to defeat the enemy with a small number of people and "subdue" them all.

Unfortunately, none of these conditions are met at this moment.

Leon took off his sunglasses and took out an exquisite silver lighter inlaid with emeralds from his windbreaker pocket.

"Fire alarm." He said, "Things will get out of control." Leon handed the lighter to Matilda: "If it gets out of control, we can take advantage of the chaos to leave."

The exquisite lighter was unlike those used by men. It seemed to fit the girl's hand perfectly. She held it in her palm and turned it over.

"A new lighter? As I recall... you don't smoke, Leon."

Matilda looked at the lighter in her palm and spoke in a faint voice.

"Oh. I don't."

The man scratched his thigh awkwardly and helplessly. "But, but you...you smoke."

He said.

Matilda smiled.

Chapter40 Surprise?

A fire suddenly broke out in an apartment building in the slums.

Although the continuous gunshots cannot be covered up, the fire alarm still needs to be reported and the police still need to go out.

Most of the residents in the apartment had been kicked out by Stanfield before, but he did a good thing against his will - except for his men and himself, the only ones left in the burning apartment were the man and the girl.

Maybe a police assistant?

He didn't need to know who that lady was, her life would end today.

Leon covered his abdomen, one hand on Naomi Misora's shoulder, and the other hand holding Matilda. The three of them walked in the raging flames, and some rotten wood fell from the sky, smashing the floor and falling directly to the floor below.

"Stan... Stan has gone crazy." Leon endured the pain, "He is chasing us relentlessly, we can't escape..."

As for why Naomi Misora's attitude suddenly changed, it was probably because Stanfield shot through the wooden door with scattered bullets.

A few seconds ago, Leon discovered the opponent's intention. After he pulled away Naomi Misora, a hot bullet penetrated his abdomen.

"You're welcome." His voice trembled a little.

Misora ​​Naomi glanced at the man's white vest that was soaked with blood: "You are more perceptive than me."

It’s just a pity that he became a killer instead of a policeman.

It's true that she's from the FBI and that she often walks on the edge of crisis and danger, but that doesn't mean she's engaged in gun battles and melees with terrorists every minute of every day. What she didn't tell Matilda is that she's generally responsible for preliminary investigations and analysis in the department, while real frontal assaults are of course done by a tactical team composed of special personnel.

Or it can be done by drones, tanks, or missiles.

Compared to the killer who lived on the edge of a knife, she was indeed inferior in life and death. She was inferior in her natural keen sense of smell and years of experience.

"Can you still hold on?"

Leon shook his head.

He had two men place him in a designated room, sit him against the wall, and draw his gun.

"I'll lead him here." He said, "You leave through another exit. I've observed this room. There's another door leading to the right side of the corridor. Go down that way."

The firefighters would come rushing over in a matter of seconds, spraying water cannons, the local police would come to maintain order, and there might even be some reporters filming gossip: by then, there would be too many eyes and too many people to see, and Stanfield wouldn't be able to cover up everything.

After Leon finished speaking, he ignored the woman who was hesitant to speak and began to fiddle with the black weapon in his hand.

“…Leon?”

Matilda squatted down and looked at him.

"Leon, you said you had to teach me how to be patient."

“…I did.”

"so?"

"So I'm afraid I have to break my promise." The man took out his sunglasses from his pocket, held them in his bloody hand, and put them into the girl's palm. "If it's urgent, ask someone to come back and take my plant away. It's on the balcony of my room."

"Leon..."

"Matilda, it's too late."

Leon nodded towards Misora ​​Naomi.

The woman came over with gritted teeth.

She had given up on her teammates for various reasons before, and this was not the first time she had experienced such a situation. She just wanted to laugh, and she actually had such emotions today because of a killer.

"Matilda."

"I won't leave!" The young child didn't know the seriousness of the matter. She held the man's hand, squeezed her slender fingers inward, and pressed the trigger with her thick joints. "He killed my brother. I want to kill him myself..."

Naomi Misora ​​held Matilda between her legs, covered the girl's mouth, and nodded heavily at Leon.

"move."

The man propped himself up halfway, and the silent killer's smile was finally melted by the flames at this moment.

He smiled as innocently as a child.

"I asked old Tony for my money..." He paused: "Only three thousand dollars..."

"I stuffed it in... Remember, give it to Matilda."

Bang!

He fired at the door, and was answered by more gunfire.

Bang bang bang!

"You can't run away!! Do you know who you've messed with?! Fxck-! Leon? The killer?"

A sharp, neurotic howl came from far away into the house.

Lyon pressed the wound and fired two more shots with an expressionless face.

Naomi Misora ​​held Matilda, who had stopped struggling but already burst into tears, and looked at him quietly for a long while.

"Thanks…"

She stepped barefoot on the hot floor and ran towards another exit without looking back.

The fire destroyed the poorly made ceiling, and gradually rubble and scattered wood fell down, scattering like quicksand in the crackling fire.

The shadow of the devil stretched out his hand from the flames.

"Lyon--Lyon--"

With each call, Stanfield's voice changed to a different tone.

First it was low, then it rose, and then it rose again...

“Leon——?”

He was limping outside the wall, leaning on the barrel of his gun, with three fierce gunmen standing beside him.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the man behind the door.

"Leon... tell me, okay?" Stanfield pressed against the wall, rubbing it delicately and frivolously as if kissing a lover: "Tell me, tell me... Please, tell me, okay..."

"Where did that girl go?"

“Leon——?”

Inside the door, Leon raised his hand straight up, his body still at the moment he raised the gun.

He stared at the door quietly, listening carefully.

"inside--"

Bang-!

"Ohh...! Hahahaha! You almost ruined my suit. Are all killers so rude? The fire is burning, my friend. Have you decided to be a martyr? Let me guess... For that child? Or for that police assistant?"

"It can't be because of money, Leon. If you need money, why don't you tell me?"

“Aha, I forgot… you still have Old Tony.” The man paced back and forth at the door, mocking or mocking: “Old Tony, Old Tony, dear Old Tony. Leon, do you know where all the money you earned from working for more than 20 years has gone?”

"Opened a fucking crappy restaurant! Hahahaha! He spent it on those harlots, his illegitimate children, first class flights and Hilton hotels - Leon my Leon, how much money have you saved? You risked your life for him, how much retirement money did you save like a fool?"

Stanfield's voice suddenly became deep and rich: "Let me tell you."

"Yes—Zero."

"Surprised?"

This is not the most surprising thing.

The most surprising thing was that the three gunmen and Stanfield fell asleep in the fire scene with their weapons raised.

Must have fallen asleep.

Otherwise, how could I dream…?

If it wasn't a dream...

This giant python that is nearly two people tall is him. What the hell is that?!

Click.

Leon noticed a sound like breaking glass.

Then, after a moment of silence outside the door, there was a polite knock on the door.

Knock-knock-knock.

The duration of each pause was very even, and the knocking sounded very crisp in the fire scene.

Even clearer was the sound of knocking at the door.

A familiar, childish female voice.

"Am I coming in?"

Before the owner could reply, the door was pushed open.

In Leon's horrified expression, a huge black and yellow python slid into the house first. On her triangular head were two bright yellow eyes, and the black vertical pupils split the dusk like dark lightning.

She walked gracefully among the fire, and the flames immediately weakened; she used her body to push away the rubble, clearing a complete and clean path leading to the house. Then, she coiled up and waited for her master.

High heels waltzed happily.

The girl grabbed Stanfield's already thin hair, humming a song, and stepped in step by step.

Mori Yuesa waved her free hand towards Leon.

"Surprise——!"