Chapter 43

In the dead of night, only stray wild dogs barked from time to time in the old street. In the sewer, a few mice ran by, looking for leftovers.

The cloud obscured the moonlight and plunged the whole city into darkness.

Several figures sneaked to Antoine's Alchemy workshop, where they had already stopped working. The leader raised his hand to signal the rest to stop, and then whispered.

"Be neat and don't disturb that guy."

It was Sanderson, dressed in black, covering his lower face, with a bag of unidentified objects in his hand, who went to the door of Antoine's Alchemy workshop.

He put the package on the ground and lifted the black cloth. It was a gray black stone with a long lead.

There's no doubt it's dynamite.

This kind of high explosive is usually used to dig rocks, which is very dangerous. Its inventor Alfred aster lost his brother's and one ear's hearing in the experiment because of the explosive accident.

The four men who followed Sanderson had two explosives in their hands. They arranged them around Antoine's Alchemy workshop. The explosion was enough to destroy the workshop. As for Antoine's life and death, Sanderson didn't care.

After the arrangement, Sanderson nodded with satisfaction. He pulled the lead and extended it into the shadow nearby. Then he struck a match and lit the lead.

Zizizi -

the flame spread rapidly through the wire, and the spark bloomed at night, like a vicious snake, towards the old house.

The huge explosion sounded, and the flame like the fire of the abyss instantly engulfed Antoine's Alchemy workshop. The shock wave caused all kinds of chemicals to break up, and after fusion, it triggered a more violent explosion again. We could vaguely hear the shrill wail and scream, and there was a stench of burning in the air. Sanderson seemed to have seen such a picture.

But nothing happened.

"Why?"

Sanderson tilted his head. He watched the dazzling spark whistling away along the wire, but it stopped suddenly when it was about to explode.

At this time, the night breeze, dispelling the clouds, moonlight shining on the earth, Sanderson saw why the fire went out.

One foot stepped on the lead wire to extinguish the spark. Going up the boot, she was a woman in a light blue uniform. Her opponent had wheat skin, which was in sharp contrast to her light short hair. She was wearing a leather glove. A complex magic array was painted on the back of the glove, which was the standard equipment of the magic crime division of the security forces.

"Sheriff?"

Sanderson's heart sank and he screamed, "bad.".

How can there be a sheriff here? Is everything exposed?

He didn't care about the others and wanted to run away, but the other side was faster.

The sheriff stepped out and came to the alley where Sanderson was hiding with astonishing speed. Several of his men wanted to stop him and took out a folding knife from his pocket.

"Well, do you know what it means to take out a weapon in front of the sheriff?"

The magistrate said coldly, clenching his fist, and the magic array on his gloves was shining.

The magic on this array is called isaris's bronze wall and iron wall. The two ring magic is engraved on the gloves. It can be used three times a day for five minutes each time. Its effect is to attach an invisible force field on the arm, which is enough to open the sharpest blade. It is a systematic weapon of the magic crime department.

"Iron fist sanctions!"

When Sheila blows a fist, the knife in front of him is almost instantly broken by the huge impact force, and his fist hits his chest. In the silent night, a crisp sound of fracture rings out. At the next moment, the real shock wave spreads from the hit place of his fist, and the man flies back until he hits a wall, then collapses to the ground and never dies again There is no strength to resist.

As a matter of fact, isaris' iron and bronze walls are only equivalent to a set of light armor. The blow just now was completely caused by the magistrate's violence, but it was full of awe. The rest of the men in black who had seen such a battle immediately turned around and ran away.

But they are blocked by Sanderson at the other end of the alley. The former hooligan looks at the other person blocking him in front of him in a cold sweat.

"Shira, I said not to be too violent. I'll be the one who will write the report."

It was Sheriff Leslie, a man with a scurf beard, a pipe in his mouth and a flint gun in his hand, which made Sanderson dare not act rashly.

"No problem, boss. They have just pulled out their weapons against me. According to the third additional rule of Article 125 of the Public Order Ordinance, I should fight back."

Sheila took three steps and hit the other with a heavy punch.

"Damn it

Sanderson clenched his teeth. He had no choice but to fight.

The dagger turns in his hand. Sanderson uses his experience as a street hooligan to approach Leslie in front of him, trying to evade the firearm by constantly changing his movement.

He knew that the flint gun had only one bullet, and then it would take time to load. With this gap, Sanderson could subdue the other and gain a chance of life.Bang -

with the sound of the gun, Sanderson has an idea. He grabs one of the people around him as a shield. With a dull sound, the man loses his strength in pain, and Sanderson has come to Sheriff Leslie.

"Go to hell!"

Sanderson's dagger was stabbed, but Sheriff Leslie was not in a hurry. A second flint gun appeared in his left hand behind him.

"Hey, hey, I didn't expect that."

Bang -

the bullet hit Sanderson on the shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and fall to one side. At this time, Sheila also solved another person. She quickly stepped forward, quickly subdued Sanderson and handcuffed him with cast iron handcuffs.

"Boss, you're still so bad."

Sheila looks at Leslie's second flint and shakes her head helplessly.

"It's called surprise."

Spinning the musket in his hand, Leslie put it in the holster, took away his pipe, and went on.

"It's really effective to choose to ambush here. I didn't expect that Mr. Antoine's prediction was correct."

He said coldly, looking at Sanderson, whose mask had been torn off.

"You are Sanderson of pyram's Alchemy workshop. I am arresting you for endangering public order and attempted murder. You can choose to be silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

Sanderson did not speak, the pain made his expression distorted, and more shock completely defeated the young man who had never seen the world.

"Shira, go and inform Mr. Antoine. I remember he said he was staying at crescent college these days."

Leslie's words were like the last straw that killed the camel. Sanderson's brain exploded. What he did tonight was futile and a trap designed to pull him into the abyss.

Buzz -

Sanderson had a tinnitus and fainted.

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