"Alright, alright, one shot is enough. You guys, one shot from the left, one shot from the right. Do you have to collapse the whole building to be at ease?"
The killer lifted his head, a vigilant expression on his face. At the same time, his eyes clearly said, Who the hell are you? And at the same time, his surprise also said: I was so vigilant, how did you get so close to me?
The owner of these light-blue eyes was, of course, Aslan. At this moment, Aslan was squatting beside this killer, a slight smile on his face. He had been behind this killer for a long time, watching him aim, pull the trigger, and fire the rocket launcher. He had to say, this mercenary killer's movements still needed some practice. It had just taken him three minutes to install the rocket's warhead. This speed, among all mercenaries, was already considered slow.
No matter what, Aslan was a person who had traveled all over the world. He would occasionally encounter some wars and such. In his previous missions, he had also met other mercenary groups and magi. In comparison, the one before him was really a bit of a letdown.
If it weren't for the fact that this mercenary's skills were truly lacking, Aslan really didn't want to open his mouth. After all, if you're embarrassed, I'm embarrassed too.
The mercenary quickly pulled a ring on his shoe. The ring snapped to the side. The special threads that were tightly attached to the roof's floor were also quickly pulled up. These threads, which were attached to the roof, were like a spider's web, and at this moment, they began to close the net. The threads, which had been reinforced six times, were firmly wrapped around Aslan's body.
If an ordinary person were to be caught by these rapidly contracting threads, they would probably be directly cut into small pieces of meat.
However, these threads only managed to tear Aslan's clothes. In fact, upon seeing that his clothes were very likely to be shredded in the process of his intense movements, Aslan frowned slightly. These clothes were a fashionable brand that he had spent a lot of money on. If he didn't properly squeeze this killer dry, he would not leave.
Compared to Aslan's helpless, calm, and somewhat angry state, the killer was only shocked. Their team had always been victorious with this kind of sneak attack. The sharpness of this specially treated thread was comparable to a laser blade. If it weren't for the ring in their hands, even they would have to be very careful when laying these threads.
However, now it couldn't even cut through the skin of the guy before them. It only turned his clothes into a beggar's outfit, and his pants into open-crotch pants. It should have turned into open-crotch pants, right? There was a thread between the two pant legs. Although he was a little shocked, angry, and annoyed, there was also a little bit of a desire to laugh. What was that all about?
But soon, the twitching corner of this killer's mouth completely stopped, because Aslan had directly torn open the threads that were wrapped around him. Originally, this killer had thought that even if these threads couldn't cut the golden-haired young man who had suddenly appeared before him into pieces of meat, they should be able to trap him in place. Now it seemed that this idea was simply not feasible. It was not just not feasible; it was simply like a pipe dream.
Aslan looked at his clothes and temporarily fixed them with magical energy. As for whether they would turn into small pieces of cloth and fly away in the wind when he was beating up this killer in a moment... Although he had absolute confidence in his own body, and his figure should be among the good ones even among models, this did not mean that Aslan liked to let everyone admire his body in the night wind, under the neon lights. Especially since the killer in front of him was not good-looking. If his clothes were all torn, then he would definitely be the one at a disadvantage.
"So you should be at your wit's end now. Since that's the case, let's discuss the issue of compensation. How about you use all your assets to compensate for these clothes? It would be best if you obediently hand over your bank card, and then obediently tell me the PIN. Otherwise, I will strip you of all your clothes and hang you on this building, so that everyone can see what you look like without clothes."
The killer's eyes narrowed slightly. The reason Aslan said this, this threat, was because the killer's appearance made it too easy to tell which country he was from. And to be so concerned about his skin as a mercenary, with a bowl cut, and eyes that were of the slender type...
"You're going too far, S-seu-da!!"
Aslan still had a smile on his face, quietly looking at the killer before him. He then let out a soft sigh. "It seems you have no intention of handing over your savings. In that case... let the people of this world see how short your tears are!"
Aslan had no intention of listening to this mercenary's excuses anymore. He drew a dagger from his waist, and with a quick swing of magical energy, enough to destroy the mercenary's clothes, he directly took a clothesline from the side, tied the mercenary's hands, and kicked him off the roof.
Aslan was a man of his word. As for whether this mercenary would die of shame because of his own shortcomings, that was not Aslan's problem.
He took out new clothes from his own spatial package, and directly put them on with magic. He activated the dragon's blood in his body, and a pair of white dragon wings emerged from his back. Aslan was not afraid that while he was flying in mid-air, a rocket launcher or a bullet would come from who knows where. Anyway, it couldn't break his own defense.
On the other side, on a tall building, the boy with purple eyes raised the shotgun in his hand, quickly stuck his head out, fired a shot, and then quickly retracted. However, all the bullets were enveloped by a stream of water, and all the impact force was also dispersed to the surroundings along the stream.
The boy with purple eyes pursed his lips. It seemed that this kind of modified firearm was no longer useful. Since that was the case...
The young man drew a medieval silvery-white dagger from behind him. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to describe it as a short sword. The entire short sword also had a special, modern scientific instrument on it. Everything was combined with the short sword, giving it a futuristic feel. Then, the young man took out a blue magical energy crystal from his own pocket.
He inlaid the blue magical energy crystal on the instrument of the short sword. Since he couldn't use magical energy himself, then he would just temporarily borrow someone else's. As the magical energy spread, the entire short sword quickly formed in front of him and was directly worn on his arm, like armor and a gauntlet. The entire arm looked like the neck and head of a wyvern.
He carefully opened the wyvern-head-shaped armor forward, revealing the position of the back of the head. That place had already been modified by the young man and could store other magical energy crystals.