HP: Embrace the Darkness

The moment the gun rang out, Asseth moved a step to the left. After moving over, he realized that Bernice had not yet reacted and was standing there blankly.

He picked up the gun that Bernice had brought and dropped with his toes, took the gun with his left hand, aimed the muzzle at the place where the bullets came from, and fired, while with his right hand he endured the pain and pulled the person over.

"Don't be in a daze and go to the city hall yourself."

Bernice woke up from a dream, turned around and ran to the city hall. She didn't care when her high heels broke off one side. She found it difficult to run, so she took off her shoes and ran barefoot.

When she was almost gone, Asseth put away his gun, which was used to attack the human body indiscriminately and check for fish that had slipped through the net, and walked towards the city hall.

Before leaving, he glanced at Haierbo's position, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"They're all trash." Haierbo cursed in disappointment, "You can't steal even in a sneak attack, they're not as good as those kids."

The children Haierbo mentioned were half-grown children who were forced to take up guns and fight back in the Balkans.

Those children are only a little taller than guns, but they have already shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting their home and country.

Haierbo unlocked the magic that imprisoned the two people, "Follow, he found me."

Not long after he finished speaking, there was another gunshot.

Haierbo looked up in surprise, and saw that not far away, Asses was walking towards the city hall with his back to them. He didn't know when he turned around. The expression on his face seemed to be a little surprised. The gun in his left hand was half raised, and the smoke filled the air. The muzzle of the gun and his right shoulder were stained red with blood.

The color of the world faded at this moment, and Snape could only see the blood floating on Artes' body.

"You did it!"

He looked at Haierbo angrily, and the magic power around him quietly began to flow in his anger.

"It wasn't me." Haierbo rarely felt a little aggrieved. He was right in doing bad things, but he would never admit that he didn't do it. "If it were me, this shot would have hit his right arm, not his right shoulder." .”

Snape remained silent, holding the wand in his hand and activating the magic desperately, and then continued activating it if it failed.

Gradually, Haierbo's imprisonment was broken, and the unrestricted magic power surged uncontrollably in his body.

The only difference between wizards and ordinary people is their magic power. Although their bodies are a little stronger than ordinary people due to years of magic power, they are not much stronger.

Once the long-suppressed magic power breaks through the restriction, the magic power flowing at high speed almost bursts out of the body.

Soon, blood oozed from Snape's skin.

"You don't want your life!"

Haierbo was surprised, waved his hand and threw out a ball of magic. The magic covered Snape's body, helped him calm down the magic, and sealed his magic again.

"You can die if you want, but don't die here."

It was true that he wanted to avenge Artes' broken arm, but he never thought about fighting Artes to the death.

The two of them were now going back and forth to tit for tat. If something happened to Snape in his hands, it wouldn't be as simple as tit for tat.

trouble.

Halbo regretted abducting Snape. He didn't expect Snape to be so desperate.

There were also those idiots who made sneak attacks. They didn't succeed when they should have succeeded, but they succeeded when they shouldn't have.

Haierbo looked coldly at the place where the bullet came out. If that person hadn't been killed by Asseth, he would have let him taste all the pain in the world and die.

How dare you frame him.

In fact, Haierbo was not responsible for this incident. Asses held his right shoulder that was bleeding profusely. The British Royal Guards who were handling the follow-up not far away were startled by the sudden gunfire and looked around.

Gort was the first to discover the injured Asseth. Seeing that his right chest was red, he hurriedly warned the other guards a few times and ran over alone.

"You were shot? What happened? Aren't everyone arrested?"

Before the others arrived, a series of questions had already hit Asseth.

Perhaps feeling that he asked too many questions too hastily, Gort raised a teasing smile and added a teasing sentence.

"It's rare to see our strict little duke fall into such a big stumble."

Nowadays, Cavendish is headed by Asseth, but the formal inheritance ceremony has not yet been held. At least it needs to wait until Asses graduates from college. Friends who have made friends will jokingly call him "Little Duke", which is both a ridicule and an honorific title.

Faced with Gort's teasing, Artes smiled helplessly. The contrast between his bloodless lips and the bright red blood on his shoulders was shocking.

"Yeah, you've stumbled. Are you still happy to see my joke? If you are happy, remember to clean the battlefield carefully. There are many fish that slipped through the net. Don't be like me."

Asseth raised his chin to the fallen man in the corner, "The fish slipped through the net, so, did you see it?"

"Yes, got it."

Gort responded with his mouth, and his eyes did not stop, falling straight to Ass's right shoulder, which was still bleeding. He showed no intention of paying attention to the dead attacker, and his careless voice was a little more serious and serious. dignified.

"Should I have someone take you to the hospital or should I go to the city hall and find someone to temporarily bandage and treat you?"

"I may not be able to leave for a while."

The two looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes. They both knew that today's matter would not end so easily, and no one present could escape immediately.

"There is a standing doctor in the city hall. The conditions may not be as good as those in the hospital. It's no problem to take out a bullet. Can I send you in? At least treat the wound first."

As Gort said this, he was about to step forward to support Asseth. Asses took half a step back to avoid his hand.

"I went in by myself, and the bullet missed the vital point. If I had been helped in by you, the injury might have been more serious."

"As for that?" Gort complained, but kept his hand honestly, "Then let me accompany you in. If you fall on the road, you may be caught by those blind people thinking you are someone else."

Aces did not refuse Gort's kindness. He would not lose consciousness, but it was inevitable that he would be distracted by the pain. It would be good to have someone to help him be aware of his surroundings.

The smoke billowing inside and outside the city hall was a paradise compared to the chaos. Heavily guarded British Royal Guards guarded every exit, and anyone who came near the city hall would be questioned.

Both Asseth and Gort were familiar to the British Royal Guards. The two were not questioned too strictly. They just asked Ass about the injury on his body and let them in.

The sudden assassination caused the solemn city hall to move quickly, and the bright corridors were full of officials coming and going in a hurry.

"I'd rather go to your office. Mine is closer. It's on this floor. I don't mind borrowing it from you. How is the wound? Can it still hold up?"

Artes had no choice but to endure Gort's murmurings. After he finished speaking, he walked slowly towards the stairs.

"The wound doesn't hurt. I can hold on. Just go to my office. You can go and do your work. You still need to follow up on the situation outside, so go ahead."

Gort looked at Asseth suspiciously, "Why do I feel like you dislike me?"

"Your feeling is right, go ahead."

"I have no conscience at all. It's a shame I'm so worried." Gort gritted his teeth and almost punched Ass on the shoulder, "Okay, pay attention, I'm leaving."

Asseth did not go upstairs immediately. He watched Gort's figure completely disappear at the end before turning around.