Chapter 320 - 1311 am the World (<?K)_5

Chapter 320: Chapter 1311 am the World (<?K)_5

Translator: 549690339

Leonard Churchill was unfazed.

He took in his environment with a sideways glance, and nearly commanded, “Take off your coat and leave it in the hallway, and leave it in a couple places. Then use Deodorizing Potion. If those people continue to chase us, throw away anything you’ve been carrying these last few days. Everything that can be thrown away, throw it.”

Tracy Garcia had something to say.

But Leonard cut her off with a harsh rebuke, “First, I need to figure out how they’ve been tracking you.”

If this issue wasn’t resolved,

Even if these people were killed, or they managed to shake them off this time, the problem would still persist.

Listening to his harsh tone, Tracy was like a kitten being dangled by the scruff of her neck, initially wanting to struggle, but ultimately quieted down.

She had been on edge, hiding and running for days. She was already somewhat disoriented, but now... with someone to follow, she didn’t seem as panicked.

After traveling a bit, Leonard led them out of the encirclement to the top of a broken building, and said, “Continue walking in a clockwise direction, enter the building, and try to move towards places with more people. If I don’t appear within three minutes, start running. Don’t look around for me, I can keep up. Don’t try to escape using your own methods. Be a good Bait. I’ll find an opportunity to kill the ones who are chasing us.”

The trackers were after Tracy, knowing nothing about him.

This was their best chance.

Kill them?

Hearing that, Tracy thought she had misheard.

But upon turning her head, she realized Leonard had already disappeared.

“Bait again...”

For some reason, Tracy felt like she had heard this line before.

She didn’t dare delay, quickly taking off her coat and tossing it into the dustbin nearby.

She put on another one and used the Deodorizing Potion.

Leonard was hiding in the shadows.

Not long after, he saw three men dressed in black suits following behind them.

“Golden Oak Security Company’s agents?”

Leonard found this odd.

He had worked for the Corpse Collector Company before, recognizing at a glance the regulation suits and leather shoes. These people were undoubtedly Field Agents of Golden Oak.

How did Tracy manage to provoke the people of Golden Oak?

Leonard’s brows furrowed.

He watched from a distance as the men completely missed the clothes in the bin and went straight in pursuit.

Immediately, Leonard concluded: It’s not scent tracking!

“One, two, three...a total of six. Two of them are suspected to be Second Order Card Masters.”

He counted them but didn’t rush to attack.

Through recognizing the differences in their uniforms, he detected that among them were two senior Field Agents from Golden Oak.

Which was expected.

Chasing and killing a First Tier Spirit Communicator normally required only one Second Order Card Master.

Two was an overkill.

Furthermore, High Tier card masters weren’t common. It appeared to be a regularly formed squad called into the pursuit by Golden Oak.

Theoretically, there wasn’t anyone particularly tricky.

Just by observing, Leonard made a preliminary judgment: The threat from the enemy isn’t especially significant.

It wouldn’t be difficult to kill them.

Next, figuring out how they managed to track Tracy was crucial.

In these pitch-black, complicated alleys, it was easy for him to kill an ordinary first-tier individual.

The people in front were anxious to chase the targets and did not realize that their team was losing members.

Running and running, the four were reduced to two.

The second-tier leader finally realized the anomaly. When he turned around, a ferocious werewolf was viciously pouncing towards him.

It was only after such a long chase that this person realized that the opponent had accomplices, and he hurriedly dodged.

Even so, his suit was scratched with deep bloody scratches.

Without rare equipment or some special means, the difference between the second and first tier in Leonard’s eyes, is merely that the former is harder to subdue.

A second-tier card master’s curse protective barrier will be stronger and can easily withstand special bullets.

But with the Plague Scalpel, breaking the defense is instantaneous.

The second-tier individual still wanted to resist based on his tier status.

However, in the face of absolute strength, all techniques seemed frivolous.

Speed was also suppressed, and escape was impossible.

In order to end the fight as quickly as possible, Leonard’s attack was simple and brutal. He seized the opportunity to fiercely pounce and used ground wrestling techniques to immobilize the opponent, and then wreaked havoc at will.

Although he also received a lot of punches, his scalpel was aimed at vital spots each time.

Exchanging injuries, Leonard was definitely in the advantageous position.

The second-tier person had no time to struggle, a few stabs at the neck, and he was killed on the spot.

Leonard looked at the body on the ground, only then realizing that the problem wasn’t with the glasses.

Instead, this guy had a prosthetic eye.

[Tracker’s Eyeball]

Detailed Explanation: Level I ancient artifact; made from the eyeball of an Abyssal Eye Beast, implanted creature weaponry; the evil eye can absorb the biological samples of the target, and the eyeball can point the direction of the target within a 1-2 kilometer range.

“So it was this thing...”

Leonard looked at the prosthetic eye with a mouth and his eyelid twitched inexplicably.

Another strange and unusual artifact.

Biological samples would be things like hair, nails, etc.

Tracy’s house certainly wasn’t short of such items.

But to eat it from the eye?...

Although this item was quite effective for tracking, he would never choose to implant it in his own eyes.

Having solved the tracking issue, Leonard finally let out a sigh of relief.

He tidied up the scene a little bit, not forgetting that there was still a group of trackers on Tracy’s side.

Following the noise and chasing after them, he saw Tracy being chased by a few men in suits without any sense of direction.

Before either side could react, a large werewolf came into the scene as swift as lightning.

Leonard quickly dealt with a few first-tier agents at a lightning speed, then continued to chase the second-tier one.

Since his arrival, the situation had immediately become one-sided.

Looking at the majestic and powerful werewolf, Tracy was stunned.

When she hadn’t reacted, it seemed like she didn’t need to run anymore?

It took her quite a while to realize that the werewolf should be Leonard.

After all, she had seen his partial beast transformation before.

But she was also doubtful.

Because in her impression, wasn’t Mr. Leonard Churchill a recent first-tier individual?

What was the deal with him chasing and gnawing at a second-tier card master?...