I'm a spy in the film

"Ding-ling-dang."

Two daggers fell to the ground.

The female assassin tried her best to control her body, but she saw stars and her head was buzzing.

I can hear nothing except the ringing sound.

She wanted to escape.

But, I couldn’t reach the rooftop.

"You want to leave? Okay, I'll take you there!"

As the sound rang out, the female assassin felt her body suddenly rise into the air, and the next second, she flew into the sky.

"No, no, this won't kill her, she'll just jump into the mirror!"

A Dagger Sister shouted when she saw Bourne pick up the female assassin and throw her out of the building.

Another dagger nun also said anxiously: "She suddenly appeared from the mirror by the stairs. You are letting the tiger return to the mountain."

Bourne ignored them. He just silently felt the mark he left on the female assassin.

That's right, in a hurry, Bourne first marked the female assassin with the skill "mark", and then caught up with the female assassin and gave her two headbutts.

After the headbutt, Bourne could clearly feel the condition of the female assassin. If she could be labeled, she should be labeled with words like "dizzy, absent-minded, hypothyroidism, marked" at this time.

Moreover, the condition of "hypothyroidism" continues to deepen as the "labeling" continues.

"Oh my god, this is a magical skill. The longer the target is marked, the lower its defense will be. This is definitely a great weapon for beating bosses!"

"If it were in some games, I could even kite the BOSS to death by myself!"

"But now..."

Bourne came to the edge of the rooftop, watching the female assassin's body falling freely in the air, feeling his mark on her body getting farther and farther away, and the connection becoming weaker and weaker.

Suddenly, the female assassin turned around, from lying flat on her back to lying upside down, and took out something from her arms, which unfolded in the air with a "whoosh".

It was a circular mirror cloth used to reflect light when taking artistic photos.

The female assassin held the edge of the mirror cloth with both hands, and somehow her body suddenly slipped into the mirror cloth and disappeared.

In the night sky, there was only a round mirror cloth floating in the air, and the person was gone!

"Fuck, this works! This is truly a life-saving skill!"

Duran blurted out after seeing this scene.

The Dagger Sister next to him glanced at him unhappily and said, "See? This is their mirror magic. We suffered a great loss because of it. Several of our companions had their throats cut. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, these balloons would have been blown to pieces by our wind."

Duran stared at the increasingly strong wind outside the building and the whirlwind in the sky that was gradually forming into a hurricane.

"Are you elementalists? I thought it was just a legend!"

Sister Dagger said proudly: "It was a legend before, and it will be even more of a legend in the future!"

"But," she sighed in frustration, "even if the ritual successfully destroys all the balloons, those who died won't be able to come back to life!"

Everyone present fell silent.

Yes, as they walked along the way, they saw many lighted houses fall silent and many innocent citizens die.

This was originally just a struggle between the Holy See and other magical forces, but it is about to affect a large number of innocent ordinary people.

So, war and other things are the most annoying thing!

"Okay, what do we need to do now?" Bourne asked, shrugged.

A dagger nun stood on the edge of the rooftop and looked into the distance. Although it was pitch black, she couldn't see anything: "That's the city hall."

She pointed to a dark area ahead where the lights were off and said, "We have set up magic circles on the four tall buildings around the city hall to summon strong winds. Only when the four areas exert force at the same time can the wind force reach above level 7. Even if we can't destroy all the balloons, we can blow them out to sea."

"Originally, each of our teams had three hymnists, or what you call elementals. However, as you can see, the two sisters were injured in the neck and were protected. Now, only Freya is left in our team—"

She looked at her companion who was concentrating on summoning the wind with his hands raised, then turned to look at Bourne and Duran and said seriously: "So, your mission is to protect her safety. If the enemy attacks again, ignore us and protect Freya!"

Duran nodded: "No problem——"

"boom!"

The door leading to the rooftop was knocked open again. The two dagger nuns clenched their daggers again and looked over nervously.

"Boss, we, huh, huh, we're here, the enemy is, there, huff, huff."

The people who came were the six Texas men who had lagged behind and climbed the stairs, and three security guards from the building.

"One of the assassins has been driven away!"

Duran explained: "You two form a group and guard three directions. As for you,"

He looked at the three black men in security uniforms following behind him and continued, "You can guard the door. If anyone wants to come up, tell them to stay in the room. This will be over soon."

Among the three security guards, one who was not the tallest but had the calmest attitude, a middle-aged black security guard with a shoulder tattoo, agreed: "I have worked here for more than three years, and I know most of the people here. If someone comes up, I will persuade them well!"

After saying that, he took his two younger brothers and retreated back to the passage, considerately closing the door.

The night was getting darker and the rain was getting heavier.

Except for the hymn nun, everyone else present was drenched by the heavy rain.

A dagger sister found the only umbrella and stood behind the hymn sister to shield her from the rain. Another dagger sister, Duran and Bourne formed a triangle and stood not far from the hymn sister as the last line of defense.

The other six holy sons stood farther away, also forming a triangle, protecting the Holy Hymn Saint.

The dagger nun standing between Duran and Bourne, although her nun hat was completely wet and her nun robes were stuck to her body, showing her curvaceous figure, she didn't seem to care at all. Instead, she greeted Duran:

"Hey, handsome guy, I heard that in the second stage of the trial, a guy used a holy weapon to stimulate the holy power of everyone in the carriage, which prevented most of them from being eroded by darkness. Is that guy in your carriage?"

Duran looked over here strangely, and Sister Dagger thought he was looking at her, and continued to explain: "Our eldest sister wants his contact information, but..."

Suddenly, the intercom rang, and an anxious female voice came: "Freya, are you still there? What's the situation? Answer me!"

Sister Dagger quickly picked up the intercom and replied, "Sister, we are under attack. Only Freya is still singing hymns. There is a team of eight people here. They have already repelled a mirror assassin."

The female voice seemed to be relieved, but then she said seriously: "The sisters of the two teams of hymns in the southeast and northwest are injured and can no longer cast spells. Now it's just us and you. You must protect Freya.

At that time, we will increase the output here, let Freya do what she can, control the direction, and don't need to increase the magic output to guide the tornado to the sea!"

"No problem, Mammy! Don't worry! Even if we die, we won't let Freya get hurt, and we won't let those balloons hurt more people!"

The blade of the dagger sister's dagger hit the breasts, causing the water ball to sway and splash everywhere.