A foreigner's journey

The rain was getting heavier, and the number of pedestrians on the street soon became sparse.

Gryffindor, who was walking at the front wearing a large windbreaker and walking quickly, must have spotted the six pursuers behind him.

The six trackers hanging not far behind didn't seem to care that their whereabouts were discovered by their prey. They still blocked all Gryffindor's escape routes at an unhurried pace and slowly narrowed the encirclement.

But neither the prey nor the hunter noticed that not far from them, in every shadow, there was a leisurely figure holding an umbrella.

The extremely clever [hiding] prevented anyone from noticing Heather's existence.

Not long after, Gryffindor was blocked by six people in an abandoned alley.

Only a small part of the flickering streetlight could shine into the dim alley. Gryffindor stood in the middle of the alley, breathing heavily and looking back and forth to both ends of the alley.

There were three people at each end slowly approaching him. The thoughts in each person were flowing like a silent river. They were masters among masters!

"Sahelta's lackey! Don't you know my nickname!?"

Under Gryffindor's hood, his face was sallow and his eyes were sunken. He summoned up all his energy and waved his paws in the air towards the three people in front. The dense rainwater immediately twisted into the shape of a tiger's claw and struck at the three people in the air!

[Five-Guan Leech]!

The five twisted phantoms that were enough to split the rock were blocked by a tall man wearing a plaid shirt before they got close. His skin turned into the color of iron, and the [Five-pierced Leeches] struck at his exposed skin. There were several violent sparks on the skin, but there were no scratches except for some pieces of clothing.

"Haha, little Rosta's [Black Steel Armor] is not something that your weak telekinesis ability can break through."

A blond woman with a ponytail said with a smile: "We have wasted so many days. Mr. Gryffindor, can you stop struggling?"

Gryffindor gasped for breath. He was exhausted after being chased by these thugs from the United States of Sahelta for so many days. He thought he could escape during the heavy rain, and if things got worse, he could use himself to lure him away. I was proud of my telekinesis ability [Five-Guan Leech] to fight a bloody path, but I didn't expect that these bastards had already planned everything!

"You... you bastards! I have no relationship with the 'Nian Zhan Knife' at all, why do you have to stare at me! Someone is coming! The United States of Sahelta is killing people in the street!!"

Gryffindor yelled desperately, even if it could attract a few passers-by to help him create an escape opportunity? But the alley was in a remote location and it was raining heavily, so there were no pedestrians passing by at all.

At the other end of the alley, a brown-haired man with side-parted hair and a black suit put his hands in his pockets and said impatiently: "It's so noisy! Let Li Mu use [dirty surgery] to cut off his tongue. It's really not possible." If so, the vocal cords and hamstrings will be removed as well.”

Behind him, an Asian man with long black hair slicked back tilted his head, his long and thin fingers more like scalpels than dead branches.

The blond ponytail woman who spoke before was still smiling: "I arrested you not because of your friendship with the 'Nian Zhan Sword', but because the 'Zhan Nian Sword' used your signature telekinesis ability to kill the giant hyena." The United States of Helta wants all telepathic people in the world to know that anyone who has provided help to the Nenzanto must be eliminated regardless of the reason."

The tall man in a floral shirt, known as Little Rosta, continued: "Otherwise, if a random telepathic person who thinks he is great would dare to threaten the five most powerful superpowers in the world today, would V5 still want the face? This is a textbook. Like 'killing a chicken to scare the monkey'."

"...You guys are so unprofessional. You are still talking so much in front of the prey, even though it is indeed not confidential information." The straight-backed old man with Chinese hair shook his head: "Okay, let's do it quickly, my [Idle Man's Red Card] continues It won’t be long.”

The man in a side-parted suit looked at the Asian man behind him, Li Mu, and raised his chin in the direction of Gryffindor. The latter nodded, lowered his hands and walked towards Gryffindor step by step.

Gryffindor desperately had a thought of resistance, but when faced with six first-class telekinesis powerhouses who were all stronger than him, his little struggle was quickly wiped out.

At this moment, the voice of the eighth person came from the end of the alley:

"So, you are from the United States Security Agency (S.S.A) in Sahelta?"

Everyone turned their heads and discovered that there was a well-proportioned black-haired man standing at the end of the alley holding a black umbrella. His face behind his glasses was blurred in the rain.

"Brother, it's not a good habit to be nosy." Little Rosta turned around and walked slowly towards the black-haired young man, but the hand behind his back made a gesture - kill him.

While the black-haired young man was attracted by little Rosta, the man in a partial suit suddenly appeared behind the black-haired man, and his hands turned into sharp knives and twisted towards the young man's neck.

Snap!

The two arms flew out with the suit cuffs attached, smashed against the alley wall, and then slid down, leaving two blood-red drag marks.

The dull-eyed head of the man in the suit fell to the ground in the rain. The headless and handless body shook for a moment and then a large amount of blood spurted out. However, it was blocked by the deflected black umbrella, and the black umbrella surface was dyed blood red. , dark red blood drops dripping down.

The black-haired young man nonchalantly raised his umbrella and turned it around a few times, causing blood foam to fall to his feet. His voice remained calm: "I ask, and you answer, is it difficult?"

The remaining five level-7 agents of the United States Security Bureau of Sahelta immediately stood ready. Clint, the man in a suit who was killed just now, was an enhanced master with the second-highest melee combat ability and speed among them, but he was instantly killed by this black-haired young man with one blow. , the one who comes is not good.

The white-haired old man standing further back took the time to glance at the 'Rain Tiger' Gryffindor to prevent him from escaping, but when he glanced at him, the old man was stunned.

Because he didn't see any joy of being rescued on Gryffindor's face, but the fear and horror of falling into the abyss of despair.

"It's not me! I didn't betray you!! Why... aren't you dead! Everyone says you are dead! Why do dead people still appear!"

Gryffindor sat down in the rain and screamed in horror. He tried his best to crawl back with his hands and feet but couldn't do anything.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the black-haired young man. Glasses, slightly curly black hair, a well-proportioned figure of 1.83 meters, and...that blurry face.

"...Nian-Zhan Knife?" The Huafa old man said the title subconsciously, and then his face turned pale.

Not only him, but everyone present fell into deep suspicion... and fear when they heard this name and connected it to the black-haired young man in front of them.

‘Nianzhuandao’ Heather? Isn't he dead? ?

All the suspicious eyes disappeared after seeing the golden cross sword that quietly appeared in Heather's hand. Apart from the patter of rain in the alley, only Heather's indifferent voice remained: "From now on, if My question still remains unanswered, killing one person every second. So...

The quiz game begins. "