If you get lost on the love map

Chapter 49 Strategies in the Darkness
Looking at the underworld whistle lying on the ground, Naizukahiko did not delay, dragged him to the dark whistle that had been pulled into the dark, tied the hands of the two of them by the way, and put three layers of tape on their mouths .

Logically speaking, only one layer is enough.

But Nazukahiko would rather wear more tape, and also seal one horizontally and two diagonally, and be sure to stick the gangster's mouth tightly.

After dealing with these matters, he clapped his hands, took out the flashlight in his left hand, and continued to hold the wooden sword in his right hand, and set off to the second floor.

Judging from the information that "there are five people in my old lair, including the leader," from the underworld members, Naizuka Yan really didn't think there was still someone on the first floor.

It is not always possible that there are three people on the first floor, no one is released on the second floor, and there is only one leader and one younger brother on the third floor, right?

Aren't you afraid of being strong from the outside and weak on the inside, will the leader be captured by a sneak attack?

But having said that, Naizukahiko himself was not at all careless, he just slowed down and moved forward little by little.

……

The second floor of the building.

The only member of the gang with the bow and arrow was sitting on a crate, yawning.

His quiver and bow were placed on the other crate beside him, and he looked somewhat loose.

But this is also normal. After all, his role is more symbolic than the open and dark sentries on the first floor - for example, when other underworld raiders raid the small building, you can set up bows and arrows at the window to threaten the opponent.

As funny as it sounds, these little gangs really can't get a pistol with the Democrats' strict gun control.

Therefore, we can only find a bow and a person with a good archery level to use as long-range firepower.

But don't say, the shape of the Hebow is quite powerful. Although this Hebow has not really played a role in actual combat, it is quite useful when threatening others.

After all, as long as people resist, you set up a bow and arrow and face others, how can the shiny arrow make the opponent tremble a little or two.

Send a few younger brothers holding steel pipes up, which basically means holding hands and letting others catch them.

In addition, the gang leader is usually very self-aware, and usually avoids the larger underworld, so that these little brothers will not face too powerful enemies.

"Mummy, what happened to that scream downstairs just now?" Archer Underworld sighed impatiently, rolled his eyes, trying to clear his vision that was a little blurry because of his hardship, "I almost almost felt it just now. I fell asleep, and the screams made me wake up..."

He angrily knocked on the crate beside him and looked in the direction of the stairs, "Don't be a prank by the little brats on this street again, making me want to take a nap!"

The stairs were silent, no response at all.

"And Honma Naoki, why didn't he even call back... I've been waiting for him for half the night, so he wouldn't be taking those people out for a drink, right?" the underworld members muttered. He muttered to himself, "This guy loves drinking so much. Could it be that after catching that girl, he felt he had done a great job, so he went to drink?"

There was a sound from the stairs.

The archer gangster didn't respond at all, just clasped his arms to himself, still chattering in his mouth.

The stairs were silent for a moment, and then suddenly there was an unusual noise.

Not only did the archer gangster not look at it, but he kept complaining, "I said you guys... how many times have I said it before, there are some things on the stairs that will make a noise when you walk upstairs, please walk carefully, why are you today? Make such a mistake?"

There was nothing wrong with his response.

After all, there was no feedback on the first floor, and the person who came up from the first floor could only be one of the underworld members who were acting as sentries.

The stairs continued to rattle, but there was no sound of any response.

"I'm a senior after all. If I don't answer a word, do I feel that I have the confidence to challenge myself?" Hearing that his lesson as a senior was ignored, the archer gangster was angry and suddenly looked up in the direction of the person coming.

He wanted to see which one of those two sentries had the guts to not even answer his words—including Naoki Honma, he could almost be counted as the number four person in his own gang.

Ranked fourth among eleven people, isn't it worthy of the respect of these later younger brothers?
Then, he saw someone he didn't know.

A handsome young man with a wooden sword in his right hand and a flashlight in his left, with a faint smile on his face.

"You are..." The archer, the underworld, was suddenly startled, and he rushed to the side of He Gong, and was about to grab an arrow and shoot the intruder who did not know where he came from.

Then he saw that the figure in front of him only did two things.

The first thing to do is to throw the flashlight at the head.

The second thing is to fly over the course of the flashlight.

The archer is terrified of the underworld.

Not to mention that the flashlight was too bright, and if it was turned on on the block at night, maybe he would be scolded by the neighbors... Let's just say that the flashlight shot randomly and flew over, almost making him blind.

What a joke, an archer, what can he do if he is blinded by a flashlight?
Blind shooting with a bow and arrow?

Although there is a saying that archers hang up more and more since ancient times... but the archer gangster thinks that no matter how much he watches anime, he won't believe in similar nonsense.

An arrow with no accurate head can easily dodge unless there is an obstacle blocking it and hitting it straight.

You can't go hand-to-hand with a bow, can you?

This thing isn't a well-made recurve bow, it's made of stronger materials.

Holding this thing to play close combat with others, the only result is that the bow will be broken.

The archer gangster thought a lot, but he didn't move slowly. He grabbed his quiver and the bow and threw it to the left, then rolled away to the left, just avoiding the flashlight thrown by the figure.

Somewhat disgraced, he completed the roll, grabbed the bow and pulled out the arrow from the quiver, ready to aim at the rushing enemy.

But when the archer underworld saw the situation in front of him, he froze in place.

It stands to reason that when the enemy rushes over, he will inevitably follow the route he avoided and rush directly.

If that's the case, the archer gangster just needs to turn around and doesn't even need to aim, just shoot an arrow in front of him.

But the problem is...

The young, hateful figure suddenly disappeared.

If it weren't for the uncomfortable flashlight still rolling slowly on the ground, the archer gangster almost thought he was just having a nightmare.

Most of the floors were dark and only partially illuminated by flashlights, the archer gangster didn't have time to think about it, put the arrow on the bowstring, and carefully aimed around.

It's not that he doesn't want to call out to the leader for help, but if he calls out for help, he will inevitably be distracted.

After notifying the leader, he revealed his flaws, but the leader might not have time to rescue him.

Under such an accounting method, how to act, the archer underworld does not feel that there is any other choice.

"Kaka." There was a sound of being lightly stepped on the ground on the left.

The archer gangster, who was already vigilant, immediately pulled the bow in his hand away and aimed in the direction of the sound.

It was pitch-dark and shadowy, and it was completely unclear if a figure was passing by.

"Crack." Another sound came from his right side, causing the archer underworld to turn around and face it.

But there was a flashlight lit up slightly, and there was no trace of anyone.

Although the early spring was cold, the archer gangster had already felt cold sweat dripping down from his forehead.

This terrifying enemy came and went without a trace, giving him too much psychological pressure.

Don't say that he doesn't have a melee weapon in his hand right now, even if he has a total of excellent katana swords, he is just a little higher in safety.

In this place where you are bright and the place is dark, how can you not panic?
In particular, when the enemy appears, he still knows his position until he should deal with him, but if he hides in the dark and does not appear, then this dark environment will become his enemy.

It will only make people feel that the enemy will come out from any direction at any time.

The archer gangster looked around nervously, hoping to find the figure of the enemy.

A shadow suddenly flashed in the direction illuminated by the flashlight.

The mentally tense archer gangster didn't have time to think, and shot an arrow.

The bow and arrow seemed to hit the target, making a "pop" sound representing penetration, and the shadow also fell down in response, slumped to the ground.

Shrink?

The archer underworld feels bad.

What kind of person will collapse to the ground after being shot?

That's a fake target!

It's a false target for the opponent to trigger his own archery!

Damn, I was deceived by that little brat!

The archer gangster hurriedly adjusted his movements, and was about to put the second arrow between his fingers on the bowstring.

Suddenly, another group of shadows flew towards him.

The shadow looked slender and distinct in the peripheral light of the flashlight, and it felt a little wobbly.

The archer gangster hurriedly dodged, dodging the thing.

Shadows brushed past his ears, bringing a breeze.

The blow made his sweaty forehead shiver.

Before he could catch his breath, he saw a long-established shadow rushing towards him from a distance with an aura that he could not resist.

"The little brat is finally willing to show his face? Look at Laozi giving you a ruthless arrow!" The archer gangster finally couldn't hold back himself, and scolded him and shot in the direction of the shadow.

It's just that when he shouted these words, his voice trembled somewhat.

It can be seen that when he scolded these foul language, he was just trying to embolden himself.

Then, the archer gangster was stunned when he saw the figure in front of him tap his toes, and avoided the arrow with an unusual evasion action that even a melee expert in the gang could not do.

"Fuck, you're still hiding!" The archer gangster stepped back again and again, not forgetting to draw two more arrows from the quiver, and he was about to put on the bowstring.

The young figure finally came to him, and the wooden sword swung violently.

Before the archer gangster could react, he heard the overwhelmed sound of breaking the bowstring and the arrow in his hand.

This kid cut off the bow string and two arrows with one arrow?

The archer gangster didn't dare to think any more, turned his hand and threw the crippled in his hand at the sound of the attack, turned and fled to the stairs leading to the third floor, and had to call out to the leader on the third floor for help.

Even the only weapon and bow were knocked out by this kid. If he doesn't run fast, he doesn't ask for help, when will he wait?
"First..." Before he had time to say a syllable, he felt a strong wind blowing from behind him, heading straight to the back of his head.

The archer gangster wanted to dodge, but the inertia of the action was too large, and there was no time to change the direction, so he could only try his best to bend down and avoid the unknown object flying.

"Crack!" He, who had become a waste product, slammed into the wall in front of the archer's underworld, and made a crisp sound.

Not pleasant.

Before he could react, before he could speed up his steps again, there was the sound of objects flying towards him.

And this time, the archer gangster was hit on the back of the head because he had used his strength just now and had no time to dodge.

"This kid's reaction speed...why...so fast..." Before the archer gangster fainted, he thought unwillingly, "Even the things thrown out are about to catch up with the speed of archery..."

Unbalanced and unconscious, the archer Underworld finally fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more unnecessary movement.

Naizukahiko stepped forward, picked up his wooden sword, and lightly patted the dust on it.

After thinking for a while, he took out another flashlight, placed it on the ground, and aimed it in the direction of the archer's underworld.

Then, he crouched down, took out another rope from his pocket, and tied the archer's underworld hands tightly.

Then he turned the dead guy in front of him over, and stuck three layers of seals on his dusty face as usual.

"Okay, only the last floor is left." He murmured and turned his attention to the stairs ahead.

But before that, he had to sort out the battlefield.

The sound of smashing and stepping on the ground just now was the reason why he threw his phone and earphones to the ground.

The black shadow that flew towards the archer's underworld was the rope he threw.

And the figure that the guy saw was actually taking off his coat and holding it with a wooden sword to deceive the enemy who was already lying on the ground.

After all, in that case, everyone will be nervous, as long as there is a little more unexpected stimulation, it will definitely make him do something.

So Naizukahiko decisively used his coat to lure the enemy, while he dodged a little, waiting for the opponent to shoot an arrow before attacking again.

And the guy in front of him was really hit, and he was tricked out of the first arrow by himself.

After deceiving the first arrow and shaking the opponent's information, Naizukahiko had the confidence to avoid the second arrow-because the opponent shot it in a hurry, it would not have been wound like the first arrow. 's surplus.

When he finally got close and cut off this guy's bowstrings and arrows, Naizukahiko knew that he could no longer pose a threat to himself.

Sure enough, the underworld members just threw the discarded things hard to stop him, trying to block his footsteps.

Nazukahiko simply grabbed the bow and threw it back.

Wait until the opponent barely dodged the tossed bow, and then used the thrown wooden sword for the final blow.

This is the scene of the archer crashing to the ground.

(End of this chapter)