Elven Reaper

The young murderer said as if he was taking credit: "I saw him take out a lot of gold coins, as well as a lot of magic props and the like."

Although the conversation between the two was very low, Akto's hearing was sensitive and he heard everything one by one.

A group of Sheriff's Department soldiers had already surrounded Akto.

Bunir squinted his eyes and looked at Akto.

The young magician didn't even care about fifty thousand gold coins. He seemed to be a child of a big family or a very prominent noble.

But there seems to be no noble family named Mormont in the continent of Elphes. Could it be that they are from the dwarf empire and the orc tribe?

But it's obviously a human race.

No matter, just a little extortion, there should be no problem.

Bunir waved his hand and said in a phlegm-like voice: "Catch him and take him back to the Sheriff's Office."

This group of Public Security Department soldiers took a step forward and narrowed the encirclement.

Akto's face was as dark as water. In just a moment, he thought of the cause and effect of the matter.

It was this young man on death row who colluded with this old man who seemed to have some status to extort money from him.

But, is it too bloody and cruel to use an innocent human life to deal with yourself?

Akto sighed in his heart. He had already found a scroll in the ring with his mental power. He planned to rebel at any time and would never surrender.

At this time, two soldiers from the Public Security Department entered the ticket station and pulled out the blood-soaked body.

A series of screams also sounded in the ticket station.

"Lord Bunir, he is definitely dead. He was shot to death by a crossbow." A soldier reported to Bunir loudly after examining his injuries.

Another soldier opened the car door for Bunir, and half of Bunir's body was already sitting inside.

He nodded and said casually: "Take the suspect back for interrogation and keep a close eye on him. The murder weapon is probably on his person. He must be searched carefully."

Akto frowned, his face as cold as frost.

If the search were really carried out, the secrets on his body would probably shock the entire continent of Elphes.

Akto smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that he was about to kill again.

Several soldiers came around from behind Akto, trying to capture his arm.

Akto said calmly: "You'd better think about it. I believe you are just following orders, but you don't deserve to die yet."

When he said this, everyone was stunned. What do you mean we don't deserve to die?

Bunir sat back in the car and paused halfway, then got out of the car again and looked back at Akto.

Bunir chuckled and said: "Young man, do you mean that I, the person who issued the order, deserve to die?"

Akto squeezed past the soldiers, took two steps forward, stared at Bunir and said, "This, uh, sir, who looks like an adult, do you and I have any grudges?"

With a sneer on his face, he continued: "Or, after listening to this bastard, you want to extort my money."

Bunir frowned and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Although he is a viscount officially certified by the empire, a genuine nobleman, he is also the chief of the public security department of Couric City, and the most powerful person next to the city lord.

But on this continent, the higher the title, the higher the status. To a certain extent, there is still a habit of respecting strength on this continent.

There are many powerful people who often despise or even ignore nobles.

One of the most classic examples is that the prince of the Deslor Empire, the emperor's younger brother, was once slapped in the face by a platinum member of the Mage Tower.

And even His Highness the Prince was so furious that he wanted to send troops to attack the Mage Tower, but he was dissuaded by the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty.

In the end this was over.

Bunir's only worry now is what kind of backer the young magician has behind him.

The old Chief of Public Security's eyes were uncertain, as if he was wondering whether he should blackmail the young magician.

But he already subconsciously replied: "You are suspected of murder. Now I am taking you back to the police station, just following the normal procedure."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have found a valid reason.

Bunir looked at Akto, nodded again and confirmed: "Yes, normal process."

Before Akto could speak, the young murderer hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I can testify, Mr. Bunir, he also killed a driver and a ticket collector."

"I saw with my own eyes that he used crossbows to kill the ticket collector and driver, just like he killed this woman."

The young man pointed at Akto with a firm tone, as if he wanted to atone for his sins.

Akto sighed in his heart, these people lied so easily, who did they learn this from?

The group of Sheriff's Department soldiers also tightly surrounded him.

Akto smiled instead of being angry, and took out the silver short crossbow from the ring.

His smile was red-lipped and white-teethed, so sunny and handsome that Bunir was stunned for a moment.

Bunir looked at him, with a blue and black look on his face, and thought viciously in his heart, why are you young and handsome, while I am already old?

Akto asked: "Are you talking about this crossbow?"

The young man nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's it."

Only then did Bunir focus on the silver short crossbow in his hand. He was only a second-level warrior. Just like he couldn't sense Akto's level, he couldn't sense the energy on this crossbow at all. fluctuation.

But judging from the appearance of this crossbow, it should be a good thing.

"Is this how you killed him?" Akto said with a smile.

He mentally locked onto the young man and pulled the trigger.

There was a soft bang, and Bunir felt warmth on his face. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was blood on his hand.

When he looked back, he saw that the young man had been cut into pieces and his body was scattered around.

Bunir's pupils shrank and he was so surprised that he was speechless for a long time.

"Protect your lord"

The soldiers were stunned for a second before they reacted. Someone yelled sadly, and then they all drew their swords and ran in front of Bunir, staring closely at Akto.

A mocking smile appeared on Akto's face again, and he gently put the short crossbow back into the ring.

"Lord Bunir, right?" Akto took two steps forward, and the soldiers surrounded Bunir and took two steps back, already leaning tightly against the car.

Sweat dripped down Bunir's old and ugly face, and he nodded quickly: "It's me, what?"

Was this young man shot to death by his crossbow? But the young man just now was clearly behind him. Why did the crossbow arrow bypass him and shoot the young man to death?

Could it be that this young magician's crossbow can bend the arrow? Why do these magicians do all these weird things all day long?

It doesn't matter if the crossbow arrow can turn. What the hell is it that can be shot to pieces?

But no matter what, Bunir now believed that as long as the young magician was willing, he would not be able to escape his poisonous hands no matter what.

Bunir's voice trembled, and he stared closely at Akto's hand, fearing that he would take out the crossbow again, and at the same time said: "God of Light, I'm warning you, don't mess around."