三级a午夜

Professional Association.

After practicing his sword for a while, Wu Heng took Skeleton Basson on the designated patrol route.

The orb of the Dancing Light Skill was suspended around him, illuminating the space around him.

“Not a bad magic spell.”

Although he found a flashlight, this magic that doesn’t need electricity seems more economical.

The magic is effective too. Compared to using it during the day, the effect is brighter at night.

Plus, it covers a large area, beautifully illuminating the surroundings. However, Wu Heng also discovered the drawback of this magic.

As the light orb revolves around him, it means he becomes the brightest person in the darkness.

If there were any enemies, they would spot him straight away.

It draws attention easily.

Therefore, it’s better to use it less frequently while it’s dark, no, better not to go out when it’s dark at all.

He patrolled all the way to the training ground, found nothing inside, and walked out.

However, the moment he opened the door, Wu Heng’s heart dropped. He quickly dissipated his magic, allowing darkness to consume the surroundings. Just now, in the darkness, he saw a person.

He was certain, the person also saw him.

“Good evening, friend from the Professional Association.”

Wu Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly. He cautiously moved, taking out his gun and unlocking the safety.

“What do you want?”

The person’s voice was relaxed: “All the others were tricked to go out. Imagine how thrilling it would be if, when they return, they found everyone here slain…”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Wu hEng began firing in the direction of the voice. Basson also opened fire simultaneously.

Deafening gunshots echoed through the corridor, sparks flying from the gun muzzles.

But darkness enveloped everything around him.

“Pinpoint his position.”

Wu Heng, one hand placed on Basson’s shoulder, followed the direction Basson was facing and pulled the trigger.

Bullets flew through the darkness, disappearing as if they were stones thrown into muddy water.

They had been careless.

The flashlight was in the backpack; they could only rely on Basson’s vision to discern the enemy’s general location.

Luckily, they had ample bullets this time.

“Dammit, what the hell is this thing?” A curse came from the darkness.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps drawing near.

“Hold him off!” Wu Heng continued to give orders.

Basson threw down his gun, took out his knives, and charged into the darkness. Soon, the sounds of fighting and weapons clashing came from the dark. Wu Heng quickly reloaded, pulling a flashlight from his bag and shining it straight ahead.

The blinding beam of light caught the enemy off guard. Taking advantage of the moment, Basson made a swift stab at the side of the enemy’s neck.

Clink!

The enemy’s armguard blocked the attack, a loud sound of clash followed.

Only then was Wu Heng able to clearly see the enemy’s appearance.

A man of average height, thin face, thick eyebrows, wearing leather armor and wielding a sword.

Wu Heng scanned the enemy with a glance, and fired again.

Unlike the blind shots earlier, he could clearly see the enemy’s position now.

The first shot hit the wall and the second one followed the enemy’s rolling

trajectory. Then came the third and the fourth shots.

The enemy could not afford to take the shots standing and swiftly rolled away.

He took out a scroll from somewhere and opened it abruptly. Whoosh-!

A black tentacle covered with dark suckers flew at him.

Wu Heng fired at it but the bullets passed through the tentacle without causing any harm.

He rolled to avoid it, moving to the side.

The black tentacle smacked against the wall behind him with a loud thwack.

The enemy tried to quickly approach him, but seeing Wu Heng raise his gun again, he swiftly dodged into the dark corner. At the same time, a round, black grenade rolled out from there.

“Damn, Basson, retreat!”

He yelled, swiftly retreating as an explosion let loose a large cloud of smoke.

Wu Heng pulled back, starting to reload his gun.

This enemy was far more formidable than the previous wanted fugitives.

Agile in form, with an excellent rhythm in battle.

So far, neither the captain nor Cavina had arrived, suggesting there may be more than one enemy present.

A significant portion of the troops from Black Stone Town had been diverted elsewhere, a situation that couldn’t help inspire suspicions of falling for a ploy of diverting attention.

Once again replacing bullets, the magazine hit the ground.

The smoke ahead churned violently, and a figure emerged from the distance, cleaving the smoke with a sword arching down towards the head.

Basen quickly rushed forth, blocking in between the comrades, with two short blades intersecting at his head.

Clang!

There was another crisp sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Basen’s body reacted to the pressure, knees bending downwards.

The enemy’s face showed delight, and their longsword, following the momentum, pierced through the chest armor in front and emerged through the other side.

The moment the longsword pierced the body, the man’s joy turned into confusion.

It felt as if he had punctured thin air.

Without a chance to ponder further, the thief in front grabbed his sword-wielding arm while the other hand’s short blade lunged diagonally towards his chest and abdomen.

At the same time, a dark green water ball zoomed in from overhead.

Outside the city, on the broken stone bridge.

A variety of scouting birds were returning from the dark night.

The sound of the report rang out, “Sir, up ahead is a pile of rocks. There are no traces of human activity.”

“It’s the same on our side. We haven’t found anything. Are you sure it’s here?”

The ranger from the professional team also added.

As these words came out, everyone’s brows furrowed.

If one person said this, there could be a mistake, but if both guards and professional teams said the same thing, they couldn’t all be wrong.

Had they come to the wrong place?

“Move. The whole team, surround the area ahead,” ordered a square-faced commander.

Woosh!

The guards charged out, swiftly closing in and surrounding the pile of rocks ahead.

This place was the ruins left by a collapsed manor. Some passing merchants would rest here.

But now, there was no one here.

“It shouldn’t be. The intelligence stated that they were hiding here,” someone muttered.

Steward Yazde whispered a reminder, “Search everywhere.”

The square-faced commander gave an order, “Search for any cellars or hidden spots.”

The guards and professionals set off with their torches, conducting a thorough search.

“Nothing. They haven’t left anything. The intelligence must have been false ” someone noted.

All faces immediately turned grim.

Everyone was considering a dreadful possibility.

After a few seconds of contemplation, the square-faced commander muttered

in a cold voice, “Move, let’s head back.”

“Damnit, it’s a mage!”

The dark green water ball broke apart, splattering everywhere.

It took this long into the fight for him to realize that the opponent was a mage.

The acidic burning sensation hampered his vision, and relying on memory, he attempted to retreat back around the corner.

“Basen, kill him.”

Once more, Basen charged, and Wu Heng was right behind, firing bullets at the foe in front of him.

His vision was impaired, and he reacted slightly slower.

He only started to roll after hearing the gunfire, but it was already too late. The bullet instantly hit the body.

Stumbling and unable to stand firmly,

Wu Heng pulled the trigger rapidly once again, releasing bullets in a frenzy at

the target, who collapsed to the ground with a thud.

There were slight convulsions, after which the body lay stiff on the ground.

There was no experience point notification?

Wu Heng didn’t approach, but pointed the gun at the enemy on the ground and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

As the gunshot sounded, the enemy on the ground swiftly rolled to the side,

attempting to get up and escape again.

Basen blocked his path.

Bang bang!

Gunshots rang out once more. One bullet went right through the neck, causing

a spray of blood.