Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

The panicked White Wolf suddenly let go of her weapon and let it fall freely. A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She put her right hand behind her back and grabbed something.

What is that? Zalak was confused for a moment. A knife handle? Isn't this a sniper?

Disguising her appearance and showing weakness to the enemy, is this behavior similar to the little girl who attacked her that night? This thought suddenly came to Bailang's mind. She looked forward and smoothly drew the knife from her back, starting slowly and then quickly, slashing down, leaving a full moon. This was a skill Herag taught her. The knife seemed to be slow when it was drawn, but it could be accelerated to the extreme in an instant.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zarak stopped his forward momentum in time, but it was too late. Or rather, his reaction was timely enough, but the opponent's movements were too fast.

He fell to his knees, a bloody line appeared on his forehead, extending downwards.

"You were defeated by your arrogance." White Wolf shook off the blood on her sword and whispered to Zarak who was kneeling beside her. She put away her weapon and walked away leisurely.

One kilometer away.

AR squinted at the figure on the distant building, turned back to confirm, "Rupert?"

"Yes."

"Gray hair?"

"Yes."

"Great in close combat?"

"She is very powerful. Most people are no match for her."

"She is the assassin of Syracuse?."

"Well, not only that, in terms of cruelty, other killers in Syracuse should take her as a role model."

"Then I found her."

"Lord AR, are you sure? There are two white-haired Ruperts among the enemies. Your target is not the warlock." The man in black with a white rose on his chest asked anxiously.

"Zarak, I remember you hired a disgusting Zarak mercenary."

"what happened?"

"Warlock, can you kill Zalak with one blow?" AR made a gesture of cutting in half and turned to look at the mafia beside him.

Black-clad Rupert's face turned pale in an instant: "That's right, the demon of Syracuse, I didn't expect that I couldn't get rid of her even after reaching Longmen, Lord AR, you must get rid of her."

AR nodded, sat down quietly, and carefully adjusted the bowstring. She said indifferently: "Go back and tell your master that the target has been confirmed and the mission has officially begun."

……

At the same time, in a large meeting hall where the Rat King was, several of his men were busy analyzing intelligence, and a large group of mafia were on standby nearby.

"Lord Rat King, everything is in chaos. It started from the moment that mysterious archer attacked Miss White Wolf's car."

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly." The Rat King spoke slowly.

"Ms. White Wolf chose to act covertly and did not become the bait as planned. That person," the subordinate swallowed hard, "before the operation, she suddenly announced that Scar-Eye was one of her enemies. She did not care about the task we assigned her and acted independently. I guess she went to look for Scar-Eye."

"Is there anything wrong?" The Rat King looked at his anxious subordinates calmly. He admired the young man's ability to analyze the overall situation, but the other party's shortcoming of impatience was equally obvious.

"Lord Rat King, then our plan would be in vain, wouldn't it? Besides, I remember that we agreed that we would deal with Scar-Eye in the end."

"It doesn't matter, because that was a scrapped project. The previous discussions were not kept secret. All of our planning details are now on Scarface's desk, so there's naturally no need to proceed."

"Ah? Could it be that you deliberately let him know in order to take advantage of his situation?"

"Yes, but not entirely." The Rat King stroked his beard and suddenly gave a weird and creepy smile.

His expression quickly returned to normal, and his tone became serious: "We have been confronting Scar-Eye for a long time. We all know what kind of enemy he is. He is meticulous and ruthless. Every step he takes is the result of careful planning and careful consideration. He can see through tricks like using the opponent's trick at a glance!"

"Then why do it?"

"It's a waste of time to use the same trick against the opponent."

The Rat King's eyes swept over the stunned young man and exchanged a glance with his old subordinate who was silent. He knew that the old subordinate had guessed what he meant: with Scareye's suspicious character, the leaked plan would definitely have the first round of impact on the opponent's plan, and the speculation of turning the tables on him would be enough to disrupt Scareye's further plans. However, what was more interesting was that everything that happened here would soon be transmitted to Scareye's desk again through the insider deliberately left in the hall. He wanted to tell Scareye clearly that I knew all your speculations, but even turning the tables on him would be a waste of time on my part.

In addition, there are two real and fake white wolves walking in the darkness. One is a top warlock who is enough to scare everyone, and the other is Lappland, the nightmare of the Syracuse Mafia. I wonder what Scareye’s mood is now?

Scareye’s greatest advantage and most fatal weakness have always been the same thing - youth.

In such an occasion and with such a mafia, chaos is the only way to solve everything.

……

The trajectory of fate is truly unpredictable, and even the Rat King would never have guessed that the White Wolf, who had deviated from the "abandoned plan" and escaped from his identity as bait, would re-enter AR's hunting ground by chance.

Five hundred meters, this is the warning line AR set for himself. Rupert's innate abilities are speed and keen five senses. The target is the best among Rupert. Any distance below five hundred meters is considered a dangerous distance. Although the distance of five hundred meters cannot distinguish the target's physical details, it is enough for the mission.

Bai Lang, who was in the situation, was unaware of the changes in the situation. She still honestly tried to find her next target based on the information in her mobile phone.

The description on the picture was of a heavy crossbowman. According to her understanding of crossbowmen, these guys were all good at hiding and ambush people. She couldn't help but judge others by her own standards. After all, she was a pragmatist. In her eyes, it was normal to be a little cunning in order to save trouble and reduce risks.

It should be made clear here that it is cunning, not insidious. Miss White Wolf does not accept any accusations such as insidious and cunning. Even the word cunning is the result of her making the biggest concession. She feels that she has always wanted to be a good person quietly, and it was the bad guys she met on the road who taught her bad things. This cannot be blamed on her.

However, this time the enemy is an honest guy.

Volume 3: Chapter 53: The Long Bloody Night III

The White Wolf was constantly on guard against possible arrows shot from all around, and walked carefully into the clue location - a small square where many citizens gathered every weekend.

There is a dry fountain in the center of the square, with various shelves randomly distributed around it. At dawn, these shelves will be filled with goods and become a battlefield for small vendors. There are a few rough stone sculptures scattered at the edge of the square, which can barely be considered decorations.

In Bai Lang's opinion, there might be enemies hiding behind every stone sculpture and shelf, so she must be highly vigilant. She was on high alert and tried to analyze where she would hide to launch a sneak attack if it were her.

"Hey!"

A booming voice broke the tense silence.

The white wolf's ears stood up in fear, and he hid behind the stone sculpture closest to him as if by reflex, drawing his sword with his right hand and holding the pistol with his left hand.

"I won't fight with you." The Filin crossbowman sitting on a chair in front of the square spoke first.

Is this guy mentally ill? Bai Lang began to observe this unusual guy through the cracks in the stone carvings. It was a bit embarrassing to say that because the other party did not hide himself at all, she did not notice him at the first time. Her attention was all on the dark corners.

This was a big, ancestral man from Film. He looked like a black and yellow tiger, with a "king" pattern on his forehead. He was estimated to be nearly two meters tall, and the heavy crossbow was like a toy in his hands.

The photo she got only showed a big, fierce face, so she had no idea of ​​the other person's height beforehand.

"What do you want?" White Wolf asked vigilantly, leaning behind the stone sculpture.

"I didn't expect to meet you. Unlike you mafia, I'm just a bounty hunter who does things for money." The Filin crossbowman spoke frankly.

Bounty hunter? Hearing what the other party said, Bai Lang's vigilance immediately increased N times. She had been taught a lesson by many of her peers, but did the other party recognize the wrong person? Why did he treat her as a mafia?

As expected, the Filene Crossbowman continued, “My customers don’t pay much, I want to know the price of the Rat King.”

There is a reason why bounty hunters have a bad reputation. Mercenaries at least have their own mercenary code and are subject to various restrictions from the union, which at least guarantees professional ethics. But bounty hunters are really a mixed bag, with all kinds of people. It is not uncommon to see them wavering and trying to turn against the union.

White Wolf thought about the integration movement's Originium mining business and casually reported a number: "A few million Longmen coins."

The Philin crossbowman was stunned for a moment, then he sighed helplessly: "I didn't expect someone like you to be able to joke. Since you don't want me to get a share of the Rat King's pie, then I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I definitely can't beat you."

At this time, White Wolf was convinced that the Flin Crossbowman mistook her for someone else. A name popped up in her mind: Lappland. Is this guy so famous? Since Lappland's name is useful, it should be okay to use it.

"Believe it or not, I'm really busy. The Rat King asked me to drive you away. I don't have time to waste with you." She said as she walked towards the film man and stopped five meters in front of him, with the tip of her knife touching the ground.

"Lappland, I have heard of your name for a long time. As expected, there is a difference between rumors and the real person. In this case, I will not interfere in this matter anymore."

After saying this, the big man turned and left. White Wolf stuck his weapon into the ground, held his breath, and prepared to attack at any time, and began to count silently in his mind.

one two three…

When she counted to nine, Filin's figure disappeared into the dark alley at the edge of the square. She waited for a while and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no movement. In any case, if the problem could be solved peacefully, it would be the best. Fighting to the death is the most boring thing.

She sheathed her knife and was about to take her cell phone from her pocket when she suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Amidst a piercing sonic boom, a pitch-black crossbow arrow pierced her forehead.

She bent over, rolled, stood up, drew her gun, and shot, multiple actions were completed in one go. Her quick counterattack disrupted the movements of the crossbowman standing on the roof of the house at the edge of the square. The two men, one holding a gun and the other holding a crossbow, were a hundred meters apart and confronted each other in the air.

The crossbowman was on the roof of a two-story building. He looked down at the white wolf and said, "You are not Lappland, but I am curious why you were able to guard against my attack in an instant and counterattack. You must have been on guard the whole time. Was there a flaw in my previous performance?"

"I'm a bounty hunter too." White Wolf said coldly. Her finger decisively pulled the trigger and she immediately rushed up the floor and closed the distance while the enemy was dodging.

The crossbowman quickly drew the bowstring, aimed in anticipation, and shot an arrow in front of the white wolf. Then he immediately turned around, ran on the roof, and jumped into the narrow alley next to it.

Bai Lang turned around at the first moment, and the flying crossbow arrow almost hit her shoulder and shot towards the back. She jumped onto the merchant billboard on the first floor, and jumped again to the roof. The film crossbowman had lost his trace at this moment. She held her breath, carefully distinguished the subtle sounds around her, and flew into the narrow alley where the crossbowman entered.

Once she gets away from this dangerous enemy, she will become a sitting duck, so she must keep a close eye on the enemy's position and pursue him relentlessly!

The path in the alley was as winding as a maze, but her keen hearing was enough to allow her to determine the enemy's position. She kept walking and turned several corners, and finally saw the enemy again.

The Filin crossbowman had already run to the alley entrance. He turned around, saw the white wolf chasing him, laughed loudly, and threw out a handful of black spherical objects.

Bai Lang felt something was wrong. She immediately pulled out the dagger from her thigh, jumped against the wall, then inserted the dagger into the wall and jumped up again. The black sphere exploded violently as soon as it hit the ground. Pungent smoke filled the air and countless Originium fragments flew everywhere. Fortunately, Bai Lang had already jumped onto the roof of the second floor and avoided the attack, but her ears were buzzing and she temporarily lost the ability to recognize sounds.

When the smoke cleared, the crossbowman at the alley entrance had disappeared again, and even the slightest sound could not be distinguished. The enemy either had created a sufficient distance or had gone into hiding.

White Wolf hid vigilantly at the edge of the nearest wall, looking for the highest floor nearby. Any sniper would try to occupy the commanding heights, but before she could find the enemy, the enemy actually greeted her himself.

"Hey, bounty hunter, are you ready?"

On the roof of the three-story attic in the front right, the Filin crossbowman shouted arrogantly. The straight-line distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters. Bai Lang could clearly see that the opponent's heavy crossbow had six red crossbow arrows lined up at the same time.

High explosives! Her heart skipped a beat. The other party deliberately did not attack and even provoked her. Perhaps the purpose was to make her panic and make mistakes. She had to stay calm, but what should she do in the face of such a range blasting attack? In addition to overdrawing source energy and forcibly freezing with frost, there seemed to be no other way. At this time, there was no time to consider the problem of worsening source stone disease. She took a deep breath and prepared everything, but the expected attack did not come.

She looked up and saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

Volume 3: Chapter 54: Two White Wolves

On the roof of the attic in the front right, a strange white wolf with white hair and gray eyes suddenly appeared. Her left foot was on the head of the Filin crossbowman, and her right hand was holding a strangely shaped sword. Under the moonlight, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, the blade slowly moved downwards and slowly stabbed towards the heart of the Filin man.

Filin's body was twisting wildly, but this strange wolf seemed to have endless strength. It stepped lightly on Filin, who was out of proportion to its own body. From the white wolf's position, one could even hear the sound of bones breaking due to the violent struggle.

Blood gushed out, and the big man named Film gradually became silent. The horrible red color spread down along the wall of the third floor. The white wolf in black clothes held the bloody sword, admiring his own achievements in ecstasy, then turned his head and looked at the other white wolf.

As if being stared at by a ferocious beast, the white wolf's ears immediately stood up in response. She gripped her weapon tightly and looked up to meet his gaze. Although it was the first time they met, based on the known information, she immediately confirmed that this person was Lappland. Her intuition told her that this so-called ally could not be speculated by common sense, and it was normal for the other party to suddenly rush over and slash her.

Lappland stood in the eerie pool of blood, a strange smile that could be described as gentle and elegant blooming on her face. She stepped back slightly, suddenly accelerated and jumped, landing behind the white wolf.

"They said your name was White Wolf."

Lappland spoke, and the white wolf turned around nervously, noticing the mottled bloodstains under the other's feet.

"Yes."

"So, White Wolf, have you seen Texas?" Laplander asked.

Texas? White Wolf's brain didn't catch up with Lapland's train of thought for a moment. Why did he ask Texas right away? Did they know each other? What did she want to do with Texas? No, he couldn't tell this dangerous guy about Texas before he knew his purpose.

She knew that her surprised expression had betrayed her inner thoughts, and she could no longer pretend that she didn't know him, so she simply said frankly: "I have seen him, but I can't tell you."

With just one sentence, Lappland's face was filled with intense ecstasy. She did not suppress her emotions at all and was almost about to burst into laughter. As if she had not heard White Wolf's refusal, she spoke in an unquestionable tone: "Tell me."

"No, Lappland, I don't want to be hypocritical with you here, just say it straight! You are a dangerous person, I am not sure whether you will hurt my friends, even though you helped me just now, but I still won't tell you."

"Oh." Lappland's smile suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. She held the sword and slowly paced around the white wolf. Her voice was low and slow, "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"

This is a sudden ultimatum, a bloody inquiry letter!

From the moment she met Lappland, White Wolf was in a state of high tension throughout the whole process. This tension was even much higher than the critical moment when she was fighting with the Flin Crossbowmen. But when she heard the other party's final threatening declaration of war, she felt a sense of relief from the bottom of her soul.

The wildness in the blood of the Lupo family was quietly aroused and awakened. She smiled, revealing the most charming yet icy smile: "You want to know? Maybe I'll tell you when I'm happy."

She ignored Lappland's increasingly excited gaze and slowly drew out the long sword with her right hand.

In the next moment, the bloody feast will be staged again, but it is still unknown who will win.

Laplande suddenly put away his two swords, stepped back, and bowed politely: "Ms. White Wolf, I am Laplande from Syracuse. Like you, I am a friend of Texas. Please wait for me. I will go and deal with that enemy and then come back to you."

The white wolf was stunned and said nothing. He just stared blankly at Lappland as he turned around, took off and landed a few times, and disappeared into the darkness.

She was confused. She couldn't understand why he suddenly lost focus when she was so excited. Wasn't that a waste of emotion? Was he scared? Impossible, absolutely impossible. She stood there motionless, thinking about the reason, but she couldn't figure it out. She stamped her feet in frustration, and decided not to waste her brain cells anymore. She squatted down and sorted out her weapons.

On the other side, Lappland, who was walking in the darkness, muttered to herself contentedly: "Texas' new friend is like this, then she must be stronger? I really want to know what she looks like now." The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and her tail kept shaking from side to side.

In the factory area five hundred meters away, AR had found her target, but what puzzled her was that she seemed to see another white wolf flash by just now.

But nothing else mattered. She just had to make sure that her target was correct. The figure squatting on the roof of the second floor and sorting out supplies was the guy she had seen before - Lappland who killed the Zalak mercenary with one blow.

As an excellent hunter, she rarely shoots arrows in each mission, and once she does, she strives to solve the problem with one strike. Generally speaking, when preparing weapons, people will clearly realize that they are in a weak position and will be more vigilant. When they are fully armed and feel good about themselves, they will relax, so this is not a good time to attack.

AR held the bow and continued to observe the target while considering her own situation. After the arrow was attached with the Originium Technique, it was about twice the speed of sound. It would take nearly one second to reach a distance of more than 500 meters. However, Rupert's speed was too fast, which greatly affected the accuracy of the pre-aiming. It seemed too difficult to kill the target with one arrow. However, she was not in a hurry. She had experienced more difficult tasks than this, and the current situation was already relatively favorable to her.

She saw the target take out a small glowing object. At this distance, the vision was blurry, so she guessed it might be a mobile phone. After the target looked at the phone, he stood up and started walking between the rooms, so she immediately followed him.

What AR saw next made her extremely wary of this 'Lapland'.

While the target was on the road, he was accidentally spotted by a mafia sniper on the roof. The two sides were about two hundred meters apart. The mafia fired the crossbow first, but 'Lapland', relying on his agility, dodged it easily, rolled up, took out the sniper rifle with his backhand, took aim instantly, and shot into the heart.