Chapter 134 Night Fight (Double monthly ticket in the last half day) Under the red moon in the sky, in the light of a gas street lamp that was lit at a distance, Lumian identified the footprints and followed them at a moderate pace. Soon, the wet marks dried up completely and no longer served as a reminder, but Lumian had memorized the size of the four pairs of footprints, the patterns on the soles, and their respective walking characteristics, and would not confuse them with other footprints. Even so, his tracking was still quite difficult. Unlike the ruins of Cordu Village, tens of thousands of people came and went in the chaotic streets and surrounding areas every day. Not only were the footprints left behind countless, but they also overlapped and destroyed each other, making it impossible to lock on to the real target. At the same time, there are all kinds of garbage left by vendors and some negative effects brought about by the bad environment. Lumian sometimes feels like he is looking for a drop of water in the ocean. Fortunately, it was midnight and there were only a few pedestrians on the road, most of whom were drunkards, emitting a distinct smell like fireflies in the dark, and their footsteps were more or less staggering, so Lumian could rule them out at a glance. In addition, Maggot and others had just passed by not long ago, and many traces had not been destroyed yet, so he reluctantly followed. Sometimes, due to the environment or Maggot's caution, the footprints would suddenly stop, but Lumian was not discouraged and did not give up. He would calm down and try to walk a longer distance forward, to the left and to the right to look for new traces. After repeated trial and error and a lot of time, he finally found the footprints he wanted. In this way, Lumian tracked all the way to Nightingale Street in the market district and stopped in front of a five-story apartment building far away from several cheap dance halls. Footprints of Maggot and his men entered inside.
After careful identification, Lumian determined that the three thugs had finally left and were heading to different places. In other words, the only person left in a room in the apartment was Maggot. “I don’t need the protection of my subordinates. I have enough confidence in my own strength…” Lumian muttered to himself silently, becoming more convinced that his target was a Beyonder. He glanced at the dark corridor and thought about how the "hunter" might deal with the corresponding traces before returning to his real residence. He believed that even if he took a calcium carbide lamp and searched the stairs one by one, it would be difficult to locate Maggot, and he might even fall into the trap set by the other party. After thinking for a while, Lumian came up with a preliminary plan, retracted his gaze, and walked towards the next street. Not long after, he met a man in his twenties who was drunk and walking unsteadily. When the other person reached a broken gas street lamp and began to vomit, Lumian lowered his hat, walked over, and said in a low voice: "I want to buy your shirt, filgin." The drunkard's first reaction was to wonder if he was so drunk that he was hallucinating. He was wearing a gray-blue tweed jacket that he had bought at a cheap clothing store in the Honest Man's Market for only 1 Felgin. But now, someone was actually spending Felgin, or 30 ricks, to buy such a piece of old clothes that he had worn for two whole years! Am I crazy, or is this guy crazy? The drunk tried to raise his head and look at the opposite side, but due to the lack of light, he could only see the vague outline hidden in the darkness. The next second, he had two cold coins in his hand. The drunk instinctively weighed the coin and felt the pattern on its surface. He burped and said: "Why do you want to buy it?" “If you don’t want to, I’ll find someone else.” Lumian made a gesture to take back the two silver coins. The drunk stopped asking questions, muttered, and slowly took off his coat and took out the things in his pocket. When Lumian walked away with his clothes, he raised his head with difficulty and waved his hand: "Haha, madman, a madman who gives away money... Ugh..." When he returned to the apartment building on Nightingale Street, Lumian had changed his clothes. He was wearing a dark blue cap, a gray-blue tweed jacket, washed white trousers, and a pair of old and dirty leather shoes. Including some things he would need later, his total cost was 12 Felgin. Looking up at the darkened apartment, Lumian was stunned for a moment: Why must I target Maggot, the Extraordinary?
His three men died not innocently, and they were obviously weak and didn't know how to hide their tracks. Dealing with them would not be much harder than killing a chicken... The fate of being attacked by the ghost of Montsouris does not discriminate who will suffer it next! Why was I only thinking about how to hunt Maggot? I was not like this before. I could be ruthless when I needed to be, and I would try to solve problems simply when they could be solved, without taking on extra burdens... As his thoughts raced through his mind, Lumian's lips gradually curled up. He found himself "instinctively" choosing the more dangerous prey, seemingly because it was more challenging and made him feel more comfortable and exhilarated. Looking down at his left chest covered by clothes, Lumian suspected that this was a change caused by the pollution in his body. After a few seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and laughed softly: "It seems a little crazy..." He had no intention of changing his target, as he seemed to be able to smell the blood. It is a blessing and a curse. Pulling his cap down, Lumian carried a bunch of things and went around to the back of the target apartment. He placed greasy pieces of meat, flammable sofa stuffing and other items in the corners and created a firebreak around them. Then Lumian struck a match and threw it over. Sparks spread rapidly over the most flammable materials, quickly growing from small to large and engulfing everything around them. Black smoke rose up. When the smoke grew thicker and enveloped the surroundings, Lumian shouted at the top of his voice: "on fire! “There’s a fire!” He yelled as he ran back to the front of the apartment and shrank into the shadows of the corner. His plan was, since I don't know which room of the apartment you, Maggot, live in or what traps you have set, I will let you come out by yourself! If Maggot was an "arsonist", he would surely realize that the flames and smoke below could not form a real fire, and his response would be completely different. At that time, Lumian would be able to judge the other party's sequence number based on this, and decide whether to push forward the plan or give up. As smoke rose, flames flickered, and Lumian shouted, the residents of that apartment and the surrounding houses ran up the stairs to the street. Because the fire was not big and the interior of the apartment was not affected by smoke, no one risked jumping down. Lumian stopped talking and stared at the entrance of the apartment, while others shouted similar words "on his behalf" and began to look for the fire point. Two seconds later, a figure jumped down from a window on the second floor and landed steadily. It was Maggot, wearing a red shirt and sail-colored trousers, with his light yellow hair standing up! Maggot relied on the fact that he was a Beyonder and lived on a lower floor, so he didn't walk through the corridor like other tenants, but jumped out of the window directly. After landing, he looked back at the apartment and found that the fire was not serious at all. His behavior of jumping out of the window was unnecessary and made him look panicked and stupid. At this moment, he saw a figure wearing a baseball cap and a gray-blue tweed jacket jumping out from the corner. The figure lowered his head, pointed at him, and laughed: "Look, this guy is so stupid!"
With a bang, Maggot's emotions exploded. With slightly red eyes, he rushed towards the man who laughed at him. He was fast, but the figure was even faster. It had already turned around and ran towards the nearest alley. Maggert just wanted to beat the guy up, so he chased after him. The two of them ran into the dark and deserted alley one after the other. The figure rushed to a barricade, pressed down with his right hand, and flipped over. Maggot didn't stop. He stomped his feet hard, flew up, and jumped directly over the barricade. As soon as he landed, he saw the figure stop and turn around. In the crimson moonlight, the face under the dark blue baseball cap appeared in Maggot's eyes. It was wrapped in layer upon layer of white bandages, with only its nostrils, eyes and ears showing. The opponent's left hand was the same, holding a silver-black, slightly evil-looking dagger. Maggot's pupils dilated rapidly and his heart skipped a beat. He came to his senses instantly and realized that he had just experienced a similar "provocation". Suppressing the slight uneasiness in his heart, Maggot directly pulled out the black revolver hidden at his waist. He aimed at Lumian and activated his "Provocation" ability: "Just with that knife? "Stupid, this is the time for guns!" boom! Maggot pulled the trigger and a bullet shot out, heading straight for Lumian's head. Lumian suddenly fell backwards, as if bending into an arch bridge. Then, he bounced his waist and flew horizontally, avoiding the second bullet shot by Maggot. Then, Lumian straightened his body like a spring and threw the "Corrupted Mercury" in his hand towards Maggot as if it was just a flying knife. Considering that the enemy possessed a similar ability to "provoke" and might even smear poison on their weapons, Maggot did not dare to take the attack head-on. He hurriedly turned his body to the side, allowing the silver-black dagger to pass over him and stab into the crevice of the barricade. Just as he dodged the attack, Maggot saw Lumian pouncing towards him like a tiger. It was not until this moment that he realized that the other person's ears were stuffed with thick paper balls, and he was hardly affected by his previous "provocation"! The one who knows the “hunter” best is always another “hunter”! This made Maggot's anger bubble up again, as if he was silently "provoked" by the other party's performance. With a snap, Lumian clenched his right fist and smashed it towards Maggot's temple with a crisp sound. Maggot raised his left arm and blocked it steadily. At the same time, he raised his right hand again and aimed his revolver at Lumian's head. At such a close distance, let’s see how you can dodge! In an instant, Lumian leaned forward as if to hit Maggot's chest with his head, and stretched out his left hand to grab his right wrist.
His right leg kicked behind his head with great flexibility. No, he was not kicking the back of his own head, but the "Fallen Mercury" that was stuck in the crack of the barricade next to him! The evil silver-black dagger flew into the air and was half-led and half-guided by Lumian's foot as it flew towards Maggot. PS: Double the last half day to ask for monthly tickets~ (End of this chapter)