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However, although Dolby felt anxious, he did not pursue him immediately.

After all, everything just happened was just his guess.

Wanda and the others walked back to their room.

He quietly opened the curtains and looked down at the Continental Hotel.

When I went out to investigate during the day today.

Not only did he discover suspicious people with demonic auras about them.

At the same time, we also found the front and back entrances of the Continental Hotel, where the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were stationed.

The angelic power in his body surged slightly, like pupils made of gold, lighting up in his eyes.

The extraordinary power belonging to an angel allowed him to ignore the dimness of the night and directly see through the far distance and the glass of the room on the opposite street with a gap.

Take a panoramic view of the room.

The Hairline Danger agent is still in that room.

Several other squatting groups didn't seem to move.

Dolby's heart sank slightly. Natasha's colleagues did not go to fight with her.

"Wanda, I'm going to see Natasha."

Dolby turned to look at Wanda who was already sitting on the sofa, turning on the TV for little Momo and watching TV programs with her.

"I have met some suspicious people with demonic powers before, near the Continental Hotel.

Natasha was getting closer to us and I was worried that she might be in danger. "

Wanda stood up from the sofa, picked up a black coat, came over and put it on him.

At the same time, a crimson magic spark flickered between her white and round fingers.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

Wanda asked softly.

Dubi hugged her and said.

"No, it's enough for me to go alone."

He patted the Bible hanging on his waist and said with a smile.

"I'm armed.

You and little Momo should also pay attention to safety at home. "

With Wanda and Little Momo's blessings, Dolby opened the door to the room, made a reassuring gesture to the two, and disappeared into the corridor of the hotel.

Soon he walked out of the door of the Continental Hotel.

He had cool makeup on his face, and his black trench coat floated back in the still cold night.

He was probably out of the surveillance range of SHIELD agents.

He started jogging in the direction Natasha had left earlier.

The street in front of me looked a little blurry under the dim street lights.

But this blur became clear again in his pupils that exuded golden divine light.

The two feelings of darkness and clarity were intertwined, giving him a strange sense of sight.

It's like he was doing the same thing at some point in the past.

Chasing and running in the darkness also ignited these sacred golden pupils.

What was he going to do then?

Are you also going to save people?

It seems so... although some memories have been sealed for unknown reasons.

But in the trance, there seemed to be some fragments of memory, mixed with inexplicable whispers, flickering in my mind.

Yes, at some point in the past, he was like now, running deep into the darkness, running to save something.

But he seems to have failed, and he doesn’t seem to have failed?

An inexplicable and sudden great sadness suddenly pressed in his heart.

It was as if an invisible hand suddenly grasped the heart fiercely!

It made him breathless and made his steps slow down.

At this moment, the original magic power in the body suddenly became like a sweet spring, part of which swam into the still beating heart.

The great sadness gradually weakened until it disappeared.

When he raised his head again, he still saw the dim alley with street lights in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Dube stepped forward and ran forward again.

Perhaps your past self once felt sad and regretful because you were too late to do something.

But now he has a new lease of life, new friends and goals in life.

So let the past matter go by.

Work hard to improve yourself and complete the tasks given on the panel.

By the way, he accomplished his small goals one by one in the process.

No matter what happened in the past, this time he will have no regrets.

"Save me! Spare me!"

A painful cry for mercy, accompanied by the sound of some heavy object hitting the human body, came from not far away.

Dolby ran a few steps quickly and arrived at the corner of the street without making a sound.

He looked at the streetlight not far ahead, in a dark corner next to the garbage dump.

Steel pipes and long-handled knives were scattered on the ground, blood was spattered, and there were two white men lying on the ground moaning in pain.

In other words, only one person was moaning in pain.

Another middle-aged man's arms were twisted irregularly and he was already lying on the ground unconscious.

Natasha, with a trace of blood on her face, stood next to them.

The white T-shirt that originally had a cartoon pattern was now stained with blood stains.

The long skirt she was originally wearing was now torn to the top of her thighs, exposing her legs wearing black stockings.

Smooth and powerful, seductive and deadly.

It seemed like she had torn it open herself for the convenience of fighting.

Natasha, who was in a fighting state, was cold and serious.

His eyes are firm and his body is agile.

Under the reflection of the dots of blood on her cheeks, there is a different kind of charm, a bit hardcore.

Dolby turned around, hid himself in a blind spot, and let out a gentle breath.

"It appears that the worst-case scenario did not happen."

On the other hand, Natasha simply wiped the blood on her face with her sleeves and walked to the gang member who was lying on the ground and wailing.

There are some particular neighborhoods in New York that are truly unsafe at night.

Just like Brooklyn, or the even more dangerous Hell's Kitchen.

But it definitely does not include the bustling street where she is now, not far from the Continental Hotel.

So after easily picking up two gang members, she realized that these two guys who dared to attack her were definitely not impromptu.

Thinking about how she was followed during the day.

Natasha was certain that these guys wanted to know something through her, or achieve some purpose.

Picking up a long-handled knife that fell on the ground.

The edge of the knife was sharpened, and there was even a little bit of brown dirt on it.

It shows that the owner of this knife "uses" it frequently.

"Pfft!"

"what--!"

"Does it hurt?"

Natasha asked coldly, holding the handle of the knife that was inserted into the gang member's thigh.

The strong man with a scorpion tattooed on his neck turned pale with pain and said tremblingly.

"It hurts...please spare me..."

Natasha nodded, gently released her hand from the knife handle, and picked up another dagger that fell to the ground.

"Pfft!"

"Ow—!"

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