after waking up.

chapter 15

Mulan didn't have time to be alarmed about why this sword appeared in his hand. He didn't dare to be distracted at all. The attacker in front of him definitely had the strength to kill him.

The silver sword of the cane and the attacker's blade collided with obvious sparks in the dark night, and a strong force pressed down the opponent's blade. Mulan's body was tilted back, but he immediately leaned sideways to release the force, and kicked at the same time. attacker.

Unsurprisingly, this kick did not hit the opponent, but it also loosened the opponent's strength on the blade, allowing Mulan to breathe.

After the attacker appeared, the blade almost stabbed Mulan, and at this time finally moved slightly away from Mulan for the first time.

Mulan tried his best to calm down his slightly short breathing, tried to relax his over-tense muscles, and slanted the silver sword in front of him, staring at the attacker.

On a windy and cold night, the other party was only wearing a very ordinary short vest, shirt, and a pair of suspenders, no hat or coat. He was thin and had long hair. The sharp boning knife looked at Mulan very calmly, which seemed extremely relaxed in comparison.

"Your sword is well hidden, I didn't find it."

I thought the other party wouldn't talk nonsense, but I didn't expect to speak first, but Mulan would not answer his question, but instead asked the other party.

"Are you the suspect in the disappearance case, the culprit who mutilated the child?"

The top half of the attacker's face was shrouded in shadow, and the bottom half, which was illuminated by the lights of the street lamps in the distance, showed a slightly exaggerated smile. He also did not answer Mulan's question.

"Your coat is too heavy and affects your speed. If you take off your coat, you won't die too fast!"

Mulan didn't answer, staring intently at the attacker.

"You are the relative of that police detective, right? You two look alike. I guess, you are the younger brother, he is the older brother? He gave me a bullet, then I will give him a brother's body in return, which should be Wouldn't it be rude?"

The attacker leaned over his neck, and there was a bloodstain on his head, which seemed to be the injury left by the bullet, and as these words fell, his body exploded in an instant, holding the knife and rushing towards Mulan.

Although the process of fighting for a short time was somewhat unexpected, it would not affect the result. Although this young man's skills were very good, his physical fitness determined that he could not win against him!
With a cruel smile on the attacker's face, killing the person in front of him is definitely more fulfilling than killing other people.

When the opponent attacked, Mulan's originally slightly dilated pupils shrank instantly, and made her own response, pulling back with her left hand directly to point at the attacker.

'Look at your knife or my gun! '

The moment Mulan's gun was raised, the attacker's pupils dilated instantly, and he twisted his body almost at the same time.

In the next instant, the muzzle in Mulan's hand burst into flames.

"Bang~"

On the quiet street of Valentine, the dark night in the storm was illuminated by the light from the revolver. This light was far more dazzling than normal gunfire, and even made the attacker's eyes sting.

"when--"

"Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~"

After the first shot, Mulan fired three shots in a row, but could only see a ghostly shadow flashing into the darkness.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo"

Mu Lan was panting heavily, holding the revolver in his left hand, and holding the silver sword with his right hand across his chest. The short confrontation less than 2 minutes before and after exhausted a lot of his energy. Already wet.

Staying alert and standing in place, after regaining some physical strength, Mulan glanced at a reflective light not far away, which was a slightly twisted boning knife.

The bullet of the first shot hit the side of the blade first, but the force of the bullet was so strong that it still hit the opponent.

'Unfortunately, the opponent is too agile, and the left-hand shot also affects some accuracy, otherwise, it's time to practice the left-hand pistol! '

After secretly making up his mind, Mulan looked at the silver sword in his hand. The body of the cane was lying quietly on the ground not far away. If the cane had not suddenly appeared by his hand, he would have been a corpse now. .

The slightly slender blade reflected a faint light, and after the fierce collision just now, a small gap was knocked out of the sword.

After glancing again, Mulan slowly took a few steps forward and picked up the twisted boning knife on the ground. There was still a large gap on the top, which should have been left when the sword collided.

Then Mulan stood up and left, instead of going home, she was going to go back to the hospital to remind people there to be vigilant.

After a while after Mulan left, in the dark corner of the alley not far from the corner of the battle street, a shadow covered his right arm with a sigh of relief.

"Ho ho. Ho."

The attacker restrained his breath and even held his breath for so long. At this moment, he was gasping for breath. Drops of blood flowed down his arms to his slightly trembling fingers, and then dripped to the ground.

Almost, just nearly died!
Almost, just a little bit to kill each other!

Passing by the god of death, he also suffered heavy injuries. The wound of this gunshot wound continued to have a tear-like pain and an indescribable burning sensation, and the pain was far more than ordinary gunshot wounds.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

But while the attacker was terrified, there was a crazy smile on his face.

'Who is he?Who is the detective's brother?No, whoever he is, I must kill him, I must kill him! '

Taking some staggering steps, the attacker left the alley and walked into the wind-ravaged street from the other end. Mulan was also worried about whether the other party would kill a carbine, but obviously today he has no such spare capacity.

After both sides left, the street in Valentine was still very quiet, and only the raging wind could be heard.

Even in the stormy weather, the sound of gunfire was still very obvious. Even if it didn't spread far, many nearby residents heard it and were awakened, but no one made a sound. Maybe someone would be paid to break the news to the newspaper.

Although Mulan was not injured, when he stepped into the hospital with bright gas lights, he was slightly relieved, but he still had a strong fear in his heart.

This world may have colorful and fascinating mysteries, and it may satisfy a person's longing for extraordinary dreams, but this world is also a very dangerous world, and people's lives are sometimes very fragile, even themselves.

And that attacker, the one who kidnapped the child, that lunatic who may be performing some kind of cult ritual, is too dangerous, he must die!

(End of this chapter)