Twelve o'clock tonight, Old Oak Hotel, West End.

This is the message Swain left for Chen Senran.

At the end of the second day's duel.

Today is Avarosa vs. Winter's Wrath.

The final result was that Avarosa narrowly defeated Winter's Wrath.

Even at night, there were still people on the street discussing the showdown during the day.

Some of them were beaten by Winter's Wrath and lost miserably, even holding a bottle of wine and yelling at their mothers.

Chen Senran pulled on his hood and quickly passed through the crowd of people who were still unfinished.

It was now half past nine at night, and he was going to kill someone.

The information given by Swain is very obvious. LeBlanc is in the Old Oak Hotel in the West End. Twelve o'clock tonight is a good time to kill her.

Chen Senran seemed to have suddenly regained the feeling of being a killer.

A person walks through the downtown area of ​​Paris or London, orders a cup of coffee at a cafe near the target, sits until twelve o'clock, then slowly goes to the rooftop, sets up the sniper rifle, aims, and shoots.

Bang——

Killed with one shot.

This is a romance for men.

Killer romance.

He strolled through the crowded streets and entered the West District, where the lights were still on.

Although there is still some time before the killing time, making preparations in advance is a good habit that Chen Senran has developed since the first day as a killer.

More often than not, he likes to observe and then deliver a fatal blow.

Use the fewest bullets to do the fastest job.

This is the killer's philosophy.

It's hard to say whether he didn't send Draven out tonight. In addition to considering that Draven's killing method was too violent and might expose his hiding place, it was also partly because he hadn't killed anyone for a long time.

Kill like a killer.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he probably misses his life in that world where he killed people without restraint.

At least there is no worry.

Although, at that time, he hated such a careless life.

Humans are such strange animals.

Pushing open the door of a tavern, Chen Senran ordered a glass of light ale and took a seat by the window.

Looking out from the warm yellow glass on the side, you can clearly see the old hotel not far from this tavern.

Old oak.

This is an old street, and the buildings on the street all show the style of the War College development period more than ten years ago.

The simplicity reveals a depth, just like the Gothic architecture of the previous world.

Such a late night. Old Street.

The lone killer and the lonely tavern.

It's really full of artistic atmosphere.

Changing the newly brought wine from his left hand to his right hand, Chen Senran shook the glass and began to let go of his perception.

Although he now possesses extremely strong strength, when it comes to the art of killing, he still behaves as piously as a beginner. This is something that has been deeply rooted in his bones from the very beginning.

The old Oak Hotel is not big, with only a dozen rooms in front and back.

Invading his spiritual tentacles from the corners of the old oak wood, Chen Senran was not in a hurry to monitor the entire hotel at once, because it would be easy to alert the enemy.

Chen Senran is a very experienced killer, or in other words, he is an extremely patient killer. In order to kill an Arab crown prince, he once hid under the sand all day and night without moving.

This kind of perseverance can no longer be described as terrifying, it is simply inhuman.

Although, Chen Senran can no longer be considered a person now.

Time slowly advanced towards twelve o'clock. Chen Senran's spiritual tentacles were also eating away at the entire hotel bit by bit.

He could almost see clearly what was going on in the entire hotel with his mind.

But except for a receptionist who should be an insignificant person, no one else was in the hotel.

This proves that LeBlanc has not returned yet, and twelve o'clock is a fatal moment.

At twelve o'clock, LeBlanc will be back.

This precise number made Chen Senran think of a lot of things hidden under this information.

Eleven fifty-five.

There were five minutes left before the final assassination moment, and there was still the last sip of wine left in Chen Senran's wine glass.

The pub was about to close, and the bartender looked at Chen Senran for the tenth time.

Chen Senran was not in a hurry. He was still shaking the wine glass in his hand, and his mental tentacles controlled everything within ten yards of the entire Old Oak Hotel under his nose.

As long as LeBlanc approaches the hotel, she will be within Chen Senran's sniping range.

With his current strength, he is sure to kill LeBlanc with one strike before she notices it.

Time continues to push back.

Eleven fifty-seven.

The bartender has already started walking towards Chen Senran.

Eleven fifty-eight.

The bartender had already spoken, but Chen Senran could not hear what he was saying at all. Because his mental tentacles had detected a person who had entered his sniper range.

a woman.

LeBlanc.

Chen Senran smiled and drank the last sip of wine, placed a gold coin on the table, and patted the bartender on the shoulder.

Get ready to go out.

Eleven o'clock, fifty-nine minutes.

Chen Senran started to walk.

Take a deep breath.

All the energy of the whole body begins to condense at the fingertips.

Eleven fifty-nine minutes and thirty-eight seconds.

The door was pushed open.

The majestic void energy has condensed into a sharp sword light at Chen Senran's fingertips.

The dark energy roared low in the endless darkness.

Eleven o'clock, fifty-nine minutes, forty-nine seconds.

The door is fully open.

The night rushed in from outside the door, stretching Chen Senran's shadow towards the entire tavern.

There is a night breeze.

blow.

Eleven o'clock, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds.

Chen Senran raised his finger. Ten yards away from him was another person wrapped in a black robe.

But Chen Senran could clearly feel the energy that had begun to gather in this person's body.

A very strong energy, energy that can blow through an entire street in an instant.

LeBlanc, she has discovered Chen Senran and his murderous intention. She knows he wants to kill him.

Her perception is not bad, and her reaction is not unpleasant.

But, it's already too late!!!

Because the arrow is already on the string.

Chen Senran only needs one tap, and the roaring energy from his fingertips will completely penetrate that body that is said to be extremely graceful.

She probably didn't even have time to turn around.

"Bye bye." Chen Senran blew a little breath and made a gun-drawing action, just like he had pulled the trigger on the rooftop countless times before.

"Boom -" a roar that went beyond the limits of normal sound erupted in this small environment.
To be continued...