I am Lapland’s rat!

Yes, Texas had to admit, she was jealous.

Because of this, she wanted to prove herself in front of Lapland and prove that she, who was from Colombia, could quickly adapt to Syracuse after getting used to this place.

They insist on using the Colombian way to solve problems, without considering the actual situation, and do not humbly ask for advice when encountering problems. They bite the bullet and investigate, always thinking of bringing the battlefield to the negotiation table...

These two days in the East District were a powerful proof of her arrogance!

Was it because Lapland was aware of Texas's mentality that he insisted on giving her the identity of the contact?

Was she too arrogant and lazy to understand the real purpose of Grandpa Salvatore in sending her to Syracuse?

Texas paled, she didn't know.She only knew that Xiaoyin saved her once, and then she made a second mistake.

These thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning, and only ten seconds had passed when I came to my senses in a daze.When she secretly made up her mind, she reached into her pocket to take out her communicator.

Little Silver may not have been captured. It is very fast and has many methods.Now, Lapland must be notified as soon as possible...

But before Texas' hand could touch the communicator, she froze in place.

Because there was a hand holding her wrist from behind.

Chapter 134 The family’s exterminator!

A hand gripped Texas' wrist from behind.

It was winter in Syracuse at this time, and the hand was rough and cold.

Texas felt that it was a man's hand, which very powerfully stopped Texas' next move, making her whole body stiff and unable to move.

"?!"

Why is there someone behind her?

Isn't the box door locked?Why didn't she hear any footsteps?

Texas' mind was gradually clearing up, but the uninvited guest behind her interrupted all her next plans and made her mind confused.

No, no, Cellinina, that's not the problem.

What's more important is that she didn't feel the "human" breath!

Texas has received professional combat training in his family. Although he is not able to sense killing intent hundreds of meters away as described in the novel, his eyes, breathing and subtle movement sounds in just one room can Detecting them has become part of Texas's instinct as a warrior.

But before a hand grabbed her wrist, Texas didn't feel any breath at all. Every nerve and hair in her body told her, "No one is around"!

Even now that his wrist was grabbed, Texas could only vaguely detect that the opponent was behind him on his left side from the direction of the force and the blocked air flow. Other than that, there was no sound of footsteps or breathing. No sound, no sound of clothing rubbing.

Texas's pupils dilated slightly, and a drop of sweat rolled down his temples.

She stared straight ahead, not daring to turn her neck, move her eyes, or make a sound.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods. Standing behind her was a strong man she had never seen before, and only enemies would greet him in this way.

He didn't feel any killing intent, but for the first time in his life, Texas felt so clearly that his life was out of his control.

Is this Syracuse?

——"Turn to the right."

Just when Texas was afraid to move, and his mind began to replay "calm down" frantically to allow him to think about ways to escape, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

It was a man's voice. His voice was very ordinary. It was neither sharp nor deep, neither clear nor hoarse. If this voice was mixed with the noise of the vegetable market, even the most professional listener would not be able to do anything about it. Distinguish his voice among them.

Texas: "..."

This also caused Texas to be completely unable to identify the identity of the man behind her. The stiffness in her body relaxed a little, and then she noticed that the man behind her had let go of her wrist.

When the cold touch on his wrist disappeared, Texas suddenly couldn't feel the man's breath behind him anymore, and the airflow disturbance behind him returned to normal.

She looked out the window, withdrew her stiff gaze from the busy traffic outside the railing, and anxiously scanned the reflection on the glass, trying to find the figure of the person on the window, but found nothing.

Does that person really exist behind her?

Texas didn't dare to gamble. She took a deep breath, obeyed the man's request, slowly turned to the right, and returned her gaze to the inside of the box.

There was no one inside the box, there were table scraps on the table, and the old wooden door at the exit was still closed. Only the loose latch proved that someone had come in.

"..."

Just when Texas couldn't help but have the illusion that there was no one behind her, another brief instruction came from behind her:

"Move forward."

Texas: "..."

Texas followed the instructions and took a step forward. Her brain started to work a little because she suddenly thought of something.

"The person behind me should be a family annihilator!"

This matter is obvious, because both Silla and Ducci have introduced to her in detail what kind of people the Destroyers are.

——Born in the darkness, with no name and no clues, but the rise and fall of the family is tied to one.

Different from the "Trace Exterminator" positions randomly set up in small gangs or unpopular families, the real Trace Exterminator is the most elite killer in the family, with unparalleled killing skills.

And the man behind Texas at the moment has such a superb ability to hide his aura. In Syracuse, there is no other possibility in terms of identity.

"He is an exterminator. An exterminator sent by the family behind the scenes!"

"He is an exterminator... In other words, he did not kill me because he was worried about hurting innocent people or finding the wrong target. An exterminator would not make such mistakes!"

"He didn't kill me because his mission was not to kill me! Or, at least, he didn't kill me when he could -"

There is room for negotiation.

Texas felt some hope rising in her heart. She counted the seconds silently, and took another step forward at the critical point to prevent the man behind her from losing patience.

Then, she took a deep breath and said calmly: "Who are you?"

Texas has already thought about what to say next. After all, in addition to being a member of Saluzzo, she is also a descendant of the Texas family.

Although she felt that she might have violated some rules by using this identity card, it was obviously not the time to care so much at this time.

Stand firm on your identity and build up your momentum, so that you can have an equal conversation with the trace-killer behind you when the situation is extremely unfavorable!

"You don't need to know who I am."

But just as Texas finished speaking, the man behind him spoke calmly as if he already knew what she was going to say.

"The thing on your mind is why I have no reason to kill you. Let's go."

Texas' breath hitched.

The man's voice was calm, but Texas could only feel that he was behind him when he spoke. When his words ended, his breath disappeared again, giving Texas a sense of being there. The illusion of battling wits with the air.

"They already know my identity! And they planned this action on the premise of knowing my identity!"

Texas had to take another step, and she felt her face turn a little pale.

This time, she was really at a loss.

This feeling of being controlled by someone's rhythm of conversation was not pleasant. Texas felt as if someone was holding his throat and it was difficult to breathe.

Thoughts flashed through her mind, but she quickly snuffed them out because they were ridiculous.

Unconsciously, she took a few more steps. Texas didn't think of any further countermeasures, and she was only a short distance away from the door of the box!

"Open the door."

said the man behind.

When Texas stretched out his hand, he found that his palm became a little cold.

Not daring to delay any longer, she took a step forward, grasped the door handle, and then pulled it inwards.

Huh?

Behind the door, or rather leaning against the door frame, was a person.

Texas didn't feel any of his breath before opening the door, not even after opening the door.

The only image transmitted visually told Texas that there was a brown-skinned young Luper, wearing an inconspicuous brown work clothes, leaning easily against the door frame, playing with his knife.

"Good afternoon, you two." Dan Brown's face was unusually clear.

His eyes looked toward Texas, but they didn't focus on Texas' face, but captured what was behind Texas.

Chapter 135 Handsome is more than just one word!

Mr. Dan Brown? !

Why is Dan Brown here?

Doubts flashed through Texas's heart, and before she could put these doubts into words, she also felt a sense of security coming over her like a wave.

Yes, we also have family exterminators in Saluzzo!

The moment Texas opened the door and saw Dan Brown leaning against the door frame, the three people in the space formed a strange situation.

Texas, whose hand was still on the door handle, was sandwiched between the two. She could neither sense the position of the unknown enemy behind her nor the breath of Dan Brown, who was playing with the short blade in front of her.

This sense of dislocation in vision and perception, coupled with the psychological impact of Dan Brown's sudden appearance on her, made Texas feel a little dazed for a while.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, the restaurant, the messy tables, and the slightly stained floor.

Dan Brown's soft greeting fell among the messy furnishings inside and outside the door.

The moment was stretched out in Texas' perception.

There was no sound of wind or footsteps. When Texas blinked again, Dan Brown suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes.

Ding!

Then, there was an extremely clear sound of weapons clashing. This even somewhat pleasant sound suddenly woke up Texas!

"?!"

Texas instinctively let go of the door handle and stepped back. At this time, the sound of wind, footsteps, and chaotic breathing were no longer silent, everything returned to Texas' consciousness!

This wasn't that the lost consciousness had been restored in Texas' body, but that the two men had entered a fighting state and had no spare power to hide the sounds they made!

Texas staggered back a few steps, holding on to the wall.She refocused her mind, focused her gaze, and finally saw the appearance of the "ghost" who had been following her just now.

He was a tall film man, a head taller than Dan Brown, wearing an inconspicuous gray sports coat.

At this time, Philin held a straight sword as long as his arm in each hand, and he was retreating quickly as if drifting. His figure was an afterimage in Texas's eyes. In this short period of time, Texas couldn't see his face clearly for a second!

Why did the Philinians retreat?

That's because Dan Brown keeps closing in!

If Texas just couldn't see the Phillin's movements clearly, then for Dan Brown, Texas' dynamic vision could barely capture Dan Brown's figure.

Texas only saw that Dan Brown was in front of the Phillies in the next moment. To Dan Brown, the distance in the box seemed to be no different than just taking a step forward!

Ding!

The sound of weapons clashing came again, and Texas couldn't tell clearly when Dan Brown hit the opponent's straight sword with the short blade, and when he ducked behind the Philling man!

In just a short moment, she touched the Originium dagger at her waist, and then she gave up the idea of ​​using Originium skills without hesitation.

Texas knew that his spellcasting level was not yet high enough to accurately track the enemy in such a fierce battle.

Ding!

The Philling man jumped to the left like a ghost, stood between the chairs, and dodged Dan Brown's surprise attack. Then Dan Brown suddenly appeared on his right again, and at this time, his face finally flashed. Frightened, he could only block it with his straight sword in his right hand!

Blocking Dan Brown's direct thrust, the Philin had to use the force to jump to the side again under the influence of the huge force.

His clothes were lifted up slightly and fell to the expected window. The film man's steps staggered slightly due to the failure of unloading force.

Imbalanced?There was no imbalance, Philin's center of gravity was very stable, his body was just sluggish for a few milliseconds.

A few milliseconds ago, the afternoon sunlight outside the window had just passed through the tall trees on the sidewalk, and when it spilled into the interior of the box, it left jagged half-light and half-shadow patterns on the carpet and dining table.

The brown-skinned young man was standing by the window at some point. His whole body was hidden in the shadows. Only the short blade in his hand stretched forward, catching the sticky and dazzling sunlight.

When he leaned forward and stabbed the short blade into his opponent's throat quickly and accurately, a gust of wind flowed through the window, the leaves rustled, and the sunlight changed due to the shadow of clouds, making Dan Brown's figure Still hidden in the shadows, his short blade, which was gradually dyed red, continued to receive the golden light until its target fell in the light.

Dan Brown retracted his short blade and still stood in the shadows.

The defeated man of the Destroyer fell under the window, and the pool of blood flowing from his body reflected the golden sunlight.

……