Greetings, Mister Principal

In the dead of night, only the wandering stray dogs on the old street barked from time to time. In the sewer, a few rats ran by, looking for leftovers.

Clouds obscured the moonlight and plunged the entire city into darkness.

Several figures sneaked to the front of Antoine's alchemy workshop, which had already closed.

"Do it quickly, and don't disturb that guy."

This person was Sanderson. He was dressed in black, covering the lower half of his face, holding a bag of unknown objects in his hand, and walking to the door of Antoine's alchemy workshop.

He put the package in his hand on the ground and lifted the black cloth on it. It was a gray-black stone with a long lead.

There was no doubt that this was explosives.

This kind of high explosive was usually used to excavate rocks and was very dangerous. Its inventor Alfred Yastor lost his younger brother and the hearing of one ear due to an explosive accident in the experiment.

The four people who followed Sanderson had two explosives in their hands. They planted them around Antoine's alchemy workshop. This explosion was enough to destroy the alchemy workshop. As for Antoine's life and death, Sanderson did not care.

After the arrangement was completed, Sanderson nodded in satisfaction. He pulled the long fuse and extended it into the shadow, and then struck a match to light the fuse.

Fizzle...

The flame spread quickly through the fuse, and the spark bloomed at night was like a vicious snake, heading toward the dilapidated house.

A huge explosion sounded, and the flames like the fire of the abyss instantly swallowed the Antoine Alchemy workshop. The shock wave caused various potions to shatter. After the fusion, a more violent explosion was triggered again. Vaguely, the screams could be heard and there was a foul, burnt smell in the air. This was the scene Sanderson had imagined.

But nothing happened.

"Huh?"

Sanderson tilted his head. He watched the dazzling spark whizzing along the fuse, but stopped abruptly when it was about to detonate.

At this time, the night breeze blew away the clouds, and the moonlight shone on the earth again. Sanderson finally saw why the flame was extinguished.

There was a foot on top of the fuse, and the sparks were extinguished by that foot. Following the boot and looking up, it was a woman wearing a light blue uniform. The woman had wheat-colored skin, which contrasted sharply with the light-colored short hair. She was wearing leather gloves, and there was a complicated magic circle drawn on the back of the gloves. That was the standard equipment of the Magic Crime Department of the security forces.

"Officer?"

Sanderson's heart sank. 'That's done it!' He thought.

How could there be a Officer here? Was everything exposed?

He ignored the others and hurriedly wanted to escape, but the other party was faster.

The Officer stepped out and came to the alley where Sanderson was hiding at an alarming speed. Several of his men wanted to stop her and took out folding knives from their pockets.

"Hmph, do you know what it means to pull out a weapon in front of a Officer?"

The Officer said coldly, clenching her fists, and the magic circle on the gloves began to glow.

The spell applied on this magic circle was called Isaris's Iron Wall, a two-ring magic spell. It was engraved on the gloves. It could be used three times a day for five minutes each time. The effect was to attach an invisible force field to the arm, enough to block the sharpest blade. It was the standard weapon of the Magic Crime Department.

"Iron Fist Punishment!"

Sheila slammed out her fist. The knife in the hands of the person in front of her was broken by the huge impact almost instantly, and her fist hit his chest. In the quiet night, a crisp bone fracture sounded. The next moment, a visible shock wave diffused from where the fist had hit, and the man flew backward until he hit a wall, then collapsed, with no strength to resist.

In fact, Isaris's iron wall was only equivalent to a set of lightweight armor. The punch just now was completely caused by the power of the Officer. How would the remaining men in black dare to fight back after seeing this kind of battle? They immediately turned around and ran.

But they were blocked by Sanderson at the other end of the alley. The former gangster looked at the other person who blocked him in front of him, sweating coldly.

"Sheila, I said no violence! I will be the one writing the report, you know!"

It was Officer Leslie. This man who had stubble on his face was holding a smoke pipe in his mouth and a flintlock musket in his hand. This appearance made Sanderson not daring to act rashly.

"It's okay, boss, they have already taken out their weapons against me just now. According to the third additional rule of Item 125 of the Public Order Regulations, it is reasonable for me to fight back."

Sheila stepped forward and punched out her fist again, knocking down another person.

"Damn it!"

Sanderson gritted his teeth. He had no other choice but to fight back.

The dagger was flipped in his hand, and Sanderson used his experience as a street gangster to approach Leslie in front of him, trying to dodge the musket by constantly changing moving patterns.

He knew that the musket had only one bullet, and it would take time to reload afterward. Using this gap, Sanderson could subdue the opponent and gain a chance to escape.

With the sound of gunfire, Sanderson had an idea and grabbed a person next to him as a shield. With a muffled sound, the man lost his strength in pain, and Sanderson had come to the front of Officer Leslie..You c an fi nd t he /la te st cha pte /rs at ( ot /a ku t/l .bl o/g s po t . co/m

"Go to hell!"

Sanderson's dagger stabbed out, but unexpectedly, Officer Leslie was not in a hurry. Then the second flintlock musket appeared in his left hand hidden behind him.

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The bullet hit Sanderson's shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and fell to one side. Sheila also solved the other person at this time. She quickly stepped forward and subdued Sanderson and handcuffed him with iron handcuffs.

"Boss, you still have such a bad taste."

Sheila looked at Leslie's second musket and shook her head helplessly.

"This is called catch him by surprise."

Turning the musket in his hand, Leslie put it in the holster, took the pipe away, and continued.

"The choice to ambush here is really effective. I didn't expect Mr. Antoine to be correct."

He looked at Sanderson, whose mask was torn off, and said coldly.

"You are Sanderson from Piram Alchemy Workshop, right? I am arresting you on charges of endangering public order and attempted murder. You can choose to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

Sanderson did not speak, the pain made his expression distorted, then he was completely shocked.

"Sheila, go and inform Mr. Antoine, I remember he said that he was living in Luna Nova Magical Academy recently."

Leslie's words were like the last straw that crushed the camel, and Sanderson's brain suddenly went blank. Everything he did tonight was in vain. It was a trap designed to pull him into the abyss.

In the next moment, Sanderson passed out in the great shock