I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Nauda also looked a little panicked, but Nico's reaction was also very quick.

He directly took off his coat and put it on Nauda, ​​put his hat on her at the same time, pulled her open the back door, and walked slowly down the mountain.

The path they took happened to be different from the way the group of men in black came up, but even so, the group of men in black could still see them.

The man in black at the head was very strong, and looked to be over 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a thick black trench coat and leather boots. His hair was shaved very short, his nose was high, and his face had not many edges and corners. He looked like a very standard Slavic man. appearance.

The difference between Slavs and Germans is that their faces are softer. The latter's contours are more angular, as if they were cut with a knife.

He looked at Nico who was coming down the mountain.

"Is this the boy we met yesterday?"

Jerry also looked over, "Yes, Mr. Jackman. Nico, he probably saw us coming, so he avoided us."

The man named Jackman narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who is that next to him?"

Jerry was also a little confused. He thought for a moment, "Maybe it's his sister who came to deliver the food?"

"Call him," he said.

Jerry reacted and shouted loudly to Nico.

"Hey Nico, stop!"

But as he finished speaking, Nico and the man next to him not only did not stop, but also accelerated their pace and ran down the mountain quickly.

"Hey!" Jerry shouted.

"Chase!" Jackman shouted.

All the men in black beside him gave chase.

Their speed is definitely not as fast as these adults, but Nico also has the advantage of running first. The road down the mountain is not long.

Before the group of men in black could catch up with them, Nico ran back to the door with Nauda.

His father Milutin stood at the door with his hands on his hips. When he saw Nico running down, he frowned.

"I think we need to talk first, kid."

"Wait a minute." Nico gasped and said anxiously to his father, "Someone is going to arrest this girl."

Milutin frowned slightly. He looked at the soot-covered girl next to Nico who looked to be in her teens, and then at the man in black trotting down the mountain road.

"Go to the house," Milutin said.

Nico took Nauda and ran into his house.

The group of men in black came to Milutin's side, ignoring that Milutin also wanted to go in.

But he took a step to the right to block them.

"Sorry, this is private property," Milutin said.

Milutin is very strong and tall, not much shorter than Jackman, so he is not inferior at all in terms of momentum.

Jackman's face clearly showed some impatience, and he directly took out a smoothbore musket from his body and pointed it at Milutin's head.

"I don't want to kill anyone. If you are sensible, just get out of here."

Milutin stared at Jackman quietly, without saying a word, but without moving away either.

At this time, the door of the building next door slowly opened, and a bald middle-aged man in his thirties or forties with a big belly walked out. Seeing the scene in front of him, he asked.

"Hey, Milutin, what happened?"

"There are a group of strangers here who want to kidnap a girl and take her away."

The bald middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, "This is no small matter."

He silently took out a smoothbore musket from his body and slowly loaded the bullet in front of them.

According to normal thinking, Jackman should have shot this man before he loaded the bullet.

The reason why he didn't take action.

It's because at the same time, other buildings in this block opened their doors one after another and some people came out. There were old ladies, old people in their seventies and eighties, and some women. Of course, there were also many young people. Some held muskets in their hands, while others held blunderbuss and were loading them quietly.

There was nothing on the streets except the sound of guns being cocked.

Jerry lowered his voice and said in Jackman's ear, "He is a priest of the Serbian Orthodox Church. Everyone here is of his own race and they all believe in the Orthodox Church."

It's not that their folk customs are sturdy. The place where they live is surrounded by foreigners and pagans. If they want to protect their property and family, they must take weapons.

This is now, too. Hundreds of years ago, when the power of religion was still strong, these people had to be kidnapped and burned at the stake.

Jackman did not remove the blunderbuss. His eyes were cold and he spoke quietly.

"So, you are their leader?"

The group of men in black behind him raised their guns without any fear and faced the group of people.

"Your life is in my hands now," Jackman said.

"I have a lot of people, and they are definitely more accurate than you old, weak, sick and disabled people. At least, I can take more than 20 of you without any problem."

"So, do you want to trade our lives for the lives of more than 20 people, including you, or do you want to trade a girl you don't know at all for the lives of us, including yours?"

Milutin looked at him, and seeing the calmness and calmness in the eyes of Jackman who was confronting him, his face became a little more solemn.

In the building behind him, Nico's mother looked at the scene through the window and said with a solemn expression.

"It seems like this group of people won't leave so easily."

She turned her head and suppressed the anger in her heart.

"I told you not to cause trouble, not to cause trouble, why did you still bring trouble back!"

"Mother, this is not trouble!" Nico said displeased, "They are a group of human traffickers who want to capture Nauda."

His mother turned her attention to Nauda, ​​"Your name is Nauda?"

Nauda also grabbed the clothes around his heart a little uneasily and nodded, "I'm sorry, I'll leave right away. I won't cause any trouble to you."

His mother thought for a moment and said, "Nico, take her through the back door and take her to the police station."

"Yes."

Nico reacted and quickly opened the back door and walked through the narrow alley behind the house.

. . . .

"team leader."

A man in black came over from one side and whispered in Jackman's ear.

"These houses have back doors."

Jackman glanced at him and then at the people around him.

He thought for a moment and said.

"Walk."

They took back their guns and left quickly under the watchful eyes of these people.

. . . . .

Nico has been frail and sick since he was a child, and his physical strength is not very good. After they left the street for a while, they walked into an alleyway that was not often visited by people, and their pace slowed down.

"No, you can't go to the police station." Nauda suddenly said.

Nico turned to look at her, a little confused, "Why?"

Her eyes were evasive, obviously a little embarrassed.