After waking up

Mulan had no time to worry about why this sword appeared in his hand. He did not dare to be distracted at all. The attacker in front of him definitely had the strength to kill him.

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

Not surprisingly, 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 was almost close to Mulan and he stabbed, finally moving slightly away from Mulan for the first time.

Mulan tried his best to calm down his slightly rapid breathing, try to relax his overly tense muscles, held the silver sword diagonally in front of him, and stared 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. He was not wearing a hat or a coat. He was thin and his hair was a little long. His overall appearance could not be seen clearly. He was holding a sharp knife in his hand. Pointed boning knife, looking at Mulan very calmly, looking extremely relaxed in comparison.

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

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

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

The upper half of the attacker's face was shrouded in shadow, and the lower half of his face, illuminated by the streetlight a little further away, showed a slightly exaggerated smile. He also did not answer Mulan's question.

"Your coat is too thick, which affects your speed. If you take off your coat, you won't die too quickly!"

Mulan didn't reply and looked at the attacker intently.

"Are you a relative of that police detective? You two look quite similar. Let me guess, you are the younger brother and he is the older brother? He gave me a bullet, so I should give him my younger brother's body as a gift in return. Wouldn’t it be rude?”

The attacker tilted his neck, and there was a blood mark on it, which seemed to be an injury caused by a bullet. As he said these words, his body exploded in an instant, and he rushed towards Mulan with a knife in his hand.

Although there were some surprises in the short fight, it would not affect the result. Although this young man's skills were very good, his physical fitness determined that he could not beat him!

There was a cruel smile on the attacker's face. Killing the person in front of him was definitely more fulfilling than killing anyone else.

When the opponent attacked, Mulan's slightly dilated pupils narrowed instantly, and he reacted by himself. While retreating sharply, he pulled out the wheel light with his left hand and pointed it at the attacker.

‘Whether your knife is faster or my gun is faster! ’

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

The next moment, the muzzle of the gun in Mulan's hand burst into flames.

"Bang~"

On the quiet streets of Valentine, a corner of the dark night in the storm was illuminated by the light blooming from the revolver. This light was far more dazzling than normal gunfire, and even stung the attacker's eyes.

"when--"

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

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

"Hoo, hoo, hoo"

Mulan was breathing heavily, holding the revolver in his left hand, and holding the silver sword in his right hand across his chest. The brief confrontation of less than two minutes consumed a lot of his energy. In such a cold weather, the clothes inside were all worn out. Already damp.

Standing alert, Mulan glanced at a reflection not far away, which was a slightly twisted boning knife after recovering some strength.

The bullet from the first shot hit the side of the knife first, but the force of the bullet was very strong and it still hit the opponent.

'It's a pity that the opponent is too agile, and shooting with his left hand also affects some accuracy. Otherwise, it's time to practice his left hand shooting skills! ’

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 hadn't suddenly appeared at hand, he would have been a corpse by now. .

The slightly slender blade reflected a faint light, and after the fierce collision, a small gap was made on the sword.

After glancing at it again, Mulan slowly took a few steps forward and picked up the twisted boning knife on the ground. There was a large gap on it, which should have been left by the collision of the swords.

Then Mulan stood up and left. Instead of continuing home, he planned to go back to the hospital first to remind people there to be vigilant.

A long time after Mulan left, in a dark corner of an alley not far from the corner of the fighting street, a dark figure covering his right arm heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ho ho. Ho."

The attacker held his breath for so long, and was now panting heavily. Drops of blood flowed down his arms to his slightly trembling fingers, and then dripped to the ground.

Almost, just almost died!

Just a little bit close, just a little bit close to killing the opponent!

He had a close brush with death and suffered serious injuries. The gunshot wound constantly caused a tearing pain and an indescribable burning sensation, which caused far more pain than an ordinary gunshot wound.

"Hehehehehehehehehehe. Hahahahaha."

But while the attacker was frightened, he also had a crazy smile on his face.

'who is he? Who is the detective's brother? No, no matter who he is, I must kill him, I must kill him! ’

With some staggering steps, the attacker left the alley and walked into the wind-swept street from the other end. Mulan was still worried about whether the attacker would retaliate, but obviously he no longer had the energy to do so today.

After both parties left, the streets of Valentine were still very quiet, and all that could be heard was the sound of the raging wind.

Even in stormy weather, the sound of gunfire was still very obvious. Even if it didn't reach far, many nearby residents heard it and were awakened. However, no one said anything. Maybe someone would pay 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 felt strong fear in his heart.

This world may have colorful and fascinating mysterious things, which may satisfy a person's desire for extraordinary dreams, but this world is also an extremely dangerous world, and human life is sometimes very fragile, even one's own.

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