I! Cleaner!

It seems that I guessed right.

Looking at the flame that was fleeing frantically a few hundred meters away, Leon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then he stepped on the witch's broom that automatically turned sideways, ready to catch up and bring the other party to justice.

But just as the witch's broom was about to start, the lesson of being almost ambushed by a black gun just now came to his mind. Leon couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, then turned back to the princess, took out the infected blood belt and wrapped it around her, ready to wake her up first.

Although according to the "testimony" of the sloppy old man, there seemed to be only two rebels with abnormal objects in Ryan Manor, but since they had a way to hide from their soul detection, they might not be able to lie when being "interrogated".

And if there was a third rebel nearby, once he left to catch someone, he didn't even need to use abnormal objects. He only needed a smallest nail gun to directly kill the princess. It would be safer to take her with him.

...

Soon, under the "health" provided by the infected blood belt, the princess who fainted due to excessive blood flow woke up and looked at Leon with a confused look.

"I... I am..."

"Your Highness, the rebels just launched an assassination against you, but I stopped it. I am now preparing to catch the rebels who assassinated you."

After briefly explaining the situation just now, Leon helped the still confused princess onto the broom, told her to hold her waist tightly, and then gently knocked the witch's broom with his heel.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by the scream of Princess Veronica, the witch's broom started at full speed, like a sharp arrow from a string, and rushed out of the hall in an instant under Leon's control, chasing the short man who was desperately running away in the distance.

"You... don't come over! Don't come over!"

Seeing that the demon who knew the human heart actually flew directly towards him, the short man couldn't help but collapse instantly, his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

"Pop"

However, at this moment, accompanied by a light sound like a soap bubble bursting, as if a certain layer of cover that had been covering the soul was wiped off, the short man's chaotic eyes full of fear suddenly became clear.

It turns out that I am not a coward, but a layer of memory of being a coward is woven so that I can take the initiative to run away because of cowardice and lure the target into an ambush?

Damn! Use me as bait again!

After understanding what happened to him, even if he remembered that he had agreed to this plan, the short man still felt awkward in his heart.

If he had not been completely overwhelmed by the interrogation of the demon, and almost had a mental breakdown and gave up escaping, forcing Lucy to release some of her abilities in advance, I am afraid that he would not be able to recover his true memory until the assassination operation was completely over.

Lucy's memory ability is really... I feel terrible every time I wake up, but it is also surprisingly useful to complete the task. After all, even the bait doesn't know that there is an ambush, and the guy behind is even less likely to react.

After a sudden shudder, the "cowardly man" who had recovered a little memory finally did not fall down directly. He stood up again after stumbling two steps and continued to flee frantically outside the manor.

And Leon, who was chasing him relentlessly, had not withdrawn from the soul vision out of caution, and immediately captured the small fluctuations in the short man's soul.

Is this a trap?

Looking at the soul in the distance whose fear level was instantly halved, Leon's brows could not help but frown slightly, and then hesitantly slowed down.

Article 7 of "Emma's Leftovers": Never underestimate the wisdom of your opponent. It is not only the cleaners who can "fish for execution", but also intelligent anomalies, out-of-control infected people, and underground sects that believe in evil gods, etc.

When these smart opponents try to do something, they will also throw out bait first to lure those cleaners who are not careful enough to take the bait, and eliminate the local cleaners who may report the situation in advance to pave the way for their own actions.

Must be prevented!

After recalling the teachings of Senior Emma, ​​looking at the short man who was about to escape from Ryan Manor, Leon narrowed his eyes slightly. Not only did he not press the witch's broom to speed up the pursuit, but he pulled up the broom handle and flew towards the sky, and then gently tapped the small mirror he carried with him.

No matter where you want to lead me, I have to "go there" so that the ambush can be effective, right?

...

"Hiss..."

Feeling a chill that penetrated his heart, as if he was stared at by something extremely deadly, the short man couldn't help but tremble all over. While desperately fleeing, he carefully turned his head and glanced back.

What the hell? !

Looking at Leon who was silently assembling a sniper rifle in the sky a few hundred meters away, the short man felt that he was not feeling well.

According to the news that the leader got from somewhere, although the target's ability was extremely comprehensive in both offense and defense, the maximum range was not outstanding, and it seemed to be only a few dozen meters, so he should be able to ensure safety.

Although his range is not good, he actually brought a sniper rifle with him! This is... I am doomed!

Looking at the guns gradually forming in the sky behind him, the short man no longer cared about the ambush location and rushed to the nearest building in a panic. After violently knocking the people inside unconscious, he immediately shrank behind an iron rack filled with a bunch of things, but...

"Squeak"

Accompanied by a slight sound like a leak, the sack full of rice exploded instantly, and the iron frame, wall, bricks, outer wall... all the obstacles in front of the short man were pierced by a fluorescent nail almost at the same time.

"Ah!!!"

The short man only felt a sudden chill at the root of his thigh. Before he could react, he was knocked out by the power of the nail, and a scorched smell from the burning flesh also entered his nose at the right time.

No! I don't want to die yet!

Relying on the excellent intuition of the user of the soul-like anomaly, the short man vaguely felt that the second shooting was coming. Knowing that he would die next time, he collapsed instantly, crawled towards the window with his hands and feet, and prepared to beg for mercy from the devil in the sky, and try to surrender actively to save his life.

However, when he climbed to the window and was about to shout his surrender, the man riding on the strange broom in the sky, who gave people a feeling more terrifying than the devil, suddenly shook violently, and then fell down like a kite with a broken string.

…

In the small clock tower six streets away.

“I hit it!”

After adjusting the headscarf that accidentally fell off and covering her shiny bald head again, the woman with strange eyepieces put away the slingshot in her hand, turned her head and said to the middle-aged man beside her with curiosity:

“Chief, how do you know he can fly?”