Shadow Apostle

Horst knew that there were definitely no professionals behind this, otherwise his head would have exploded.

The top of the barrel was trembling with great force, so Horst shrank his head and the muzzle of the gun slid past the top of his skull.

The gunshot almost shattered the eardrum, but the speed after awakening allowed Horst to rush forward a few steps and hide in the darkness in the corner before the second shot was fired.

On the way, he even looked back.

However, he couldn't see clearly at all. The person behind him seemed to be shrouded in a fog. The fog was not thick, but it made his appearance unclear.

Bang bang.

The other party fired two more shots aimlessly, and a few sparks burst out on the wall. The man cursed and spat, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

what's the situation?

Horst's heart sank.

This weird environment can hide the appearance, and there is also a convenient weapon like a gun.

Combined with the sentence I heard when I first came in.

The last one left can get out.

Horst could already imagine what was happening here.

I hope they haven't started killing each other yet, and at least I hope Monica is okay now.

Sighing secretly, Horst looked around.

It was not absolutely dark in the cafe. A dim red light filtered into the cafe from the window, allowing a faint outline of the surrounding items to be seen.

Taking advantage of this dim light, Horst got close to the wall, and then he tripped under his feet.

He leaned over and touched it. It was obviously a human body, but it felt stiff and cold to the touch. It seemed that it had been dead for a while.

With his wish in vain, Horst shook his head helplessly and carefully distinguished the smell, but he did not smell particularly strong blood.

So he wasn't shot to death?

Horst touched several parts of the body and finally found a large depression on the back of the head.

He died from blunt force blows. It seems that the person who started the attack here is not just the one just now.

Not daring to stay any longer, Horst began to move as close to one wall as possible. Relying on the impression left by his search outside just now, he was careful not to make a sound and groped forward slowly.

The target is the door.

However, just after moving a few steps, the smell of blood around him gradually became stronger.

Horst tensed up and immediately stopped.

In the darkness, there was the sound of rapid breathing.

Although I tried my best to suppress it, it was still difficult to hide it.

It's not far in front, but it's not against the wall. It should be lying under the table.

Is this an injury? It seemed like there was a lot of bleeding.

But Horst ignored the injured person and carefully squeezed past. The breath next to him tightened. When Horst passed by, he took a long breath.

The exhalation became slightly louder, and immediately there was the sound of a gunshot, followed by the sound of a bullet hitting the table.

"@#￥~" The voice of the person in the dark was very strange, as if it had been slowed down by half, low and long, and it was impossible to even hear the content clearly, let alone the original voice.

The flame erupted from the gun's muzzle flashed away, and with the light of this moment, Horst took one last look at the road leading to the door.

The sound of gunfire is different from before. It seems that there is more than one firearm here. Although guns are not allowed in this world, such expensive weapons should not be everywhere. Does the shadow in the mirror still provide weapons?

He was confused, but Horst did not stop. Using his memory, he quickly crouched and moved to the entrance.

"Hiss~~"

Although he was mentally prepared, Horstheisy took a breath.

The broken teacup on the table by the door was missing.

He had intentionally not touched the teacup just now, but when he looked again, the teacup had disappeared.

It seems that it is no longer the same space as before. Then outside...

His eyes turned to the glass door. The transparent glass made the red light at the door brighter, making the visibility slightly clearer.

There was still no one at the door. Horst groped over quietly, looked around, first pulled the ignition lever, and saw that the gas lamp had no response, then turned the door handle.

The door and the space seemed to be fixed together, motionless.

No matter how hard I try, I can't even feel the door moving.

Horst shook his head and retracted his hand. Just as he was about to leave quickly, he felt a gust of wind behind his head.

There is an ambush.

The changes in the awakened man allowed him to react in time, and his body leaned forward. The attack that was supposed to hit the back of the head instead hit the back, causing his chest to twitch and almost vomit blood.

The impact made Horst stagger forward a few steps and turned around. However, before he could raise his cane, the person behind him had already waved his fist.

A punch hit the side of the chin.

Horst didn't even have time to wonder. He instinctively raised his arms in front of him to protect himself, preparing for the impact of the heavy punch.

However, the opponent's fist suddenly retracted halfway through the swing, and the other fist hit Horst's stomach from bottom to top.

Um?

Before his mind could react, his body instinctively took half a step back to slightly shift the position of the punch. But even so, with one punch, Horst felt half of his body sore and weak, and he couldn't breathe.

Then there was a sudden spin, and Horst felt like he was being grabbed by the neck and kicked up, then he twisted his arms and pinned him to the ground.

The movements are skillful, crisp and done in one go.

What Horst regrets most now is that he came to the door.

But the most fortunate thing is it.

Because it's a little brighter here than elsewhere, it casts a faint shadow next to it.

boom.

Horst was pinned to the ground by the other party, but at the same time he was also shrouded in shadow.

The moment before touching the floor, Horst suddenly disappeared from the opponent's hand.

It's like blending into the air.

A series of shadow characteristics - shadow occlusion, officially reappeared in the world.

The opponent caught the opportunity, staggered a little, then regained his balance, let out a low cry, but the sound was distorted in an extremely weird way, and then immediately left the place, dodging the distant gunshots.

Hell, if you can push me, the newly promoted Level 1, to the ground and beat me up, there should be no one else here except you. Monica, no, I have to find a way to let this woman know who I am.

So, just as the other party was dodging, the shadow in front of the door shook for a while, and then Horst came out on the spot. Before the other party could react, he took a few steps back to distance himself, and then made a move in the dim light. Strange movements.

He beat his chest with both hands, then spread his legs left and right and jumped on one leg alternately, beating his chest while jumping, like a stupid orangutan.

The person on the opposite side paused for a moment, obviously stunned. He lowered his shoulders and slapped his forehead with his hands, and then launched his attack again.

He flew up and kicked his calf, causing him to jump while clutching his leg. Then he rushed over, picked up his collar, and dragged him into the darkness.

The two of them hid behind the table at the door, their bodies entangled in the small space, and each other's breath hit each other's face with a scorching temperature.

As soon as he hid, the opponent turned around and punched Horst on the head.

After knocking, he paused for half a second, as if hesitating for something, and then immediately added another punch, then put down his hand and looked into the darkness.

But immediately she felt Horst's hand thrust into her own, allowing her to touch the lighter in his hand.

The other party was a little confused. When he looked back, he saw Horst gesturing at himself, and then pointed around the door, making a lightening motion.

The other party tilted his head, as if asking: "Then what?"

Horst pointed at her, then circled around the cafe, and finally ended with a punch to the back of the head.

The other party thought for a while, nodded, and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

Horst sighed, raised his hand in the air, and turned the lighter's axle.

Thump, thump.

call.

A ball of fire suddenly lit up.