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These grenades circulate in large quantities on the black market and are impossible to trace. The webpage where Kafka accepts commissions is also temporarily built. Once the page is viewed, it will be destroyed and disappear into nothingness.

In other words, once Kafka's mission fails, all her actions will be based on her personal will and have nothing to do with any force.

This is how the association is. When they encounter something that is not fair to the public, they will try their best to get themselves out of it to avoid being implicated later.

After all, the demons that need to be eliminated are related to the Annihilation Gang, and the association does not want to be caught by the Annihilation Gang because of Kafka's mistake.

After taking the grenade, the black car started its engine and sped away without waiting for the hood to be closed. The dust it raised looked like a layer of mist in the cold night illuminated by street lights, which was quite poetic.

"In the alley 100 meters to the right, there's a group of people observing this side."

Shen Yi's voice echoed in Kafka's mind.

The latter nonchalantly hid the grenade inside his coat and quipped softly, "I didn't expect you had this function? It's quite convenient."

"They have no hostility towards you at the moment."

“Well, I know that they are all hunters participating in this hunt like me. However, I am more curious about how you judge whether they are hostile or not?

By mind reading? Haha~ For a demon like you, this shouldn't be difficult, right? "

"If I say I can, will your next question be 'Read it and see what I'm thinking about right now'?"

"Hmm, that's really good~"

Kafka winked at the air.

To be honest, the mall actually sells items like mind-reading pills and thought readers that can read the inner thoughts of characters.

But for now, Shen Yi has no use for those things at all.

He doesn't need to rely on mind reading to understand the inner world of the characters he cultivates. He prefers the kind of natural and spontaneous understanding and resonance of souls between both parties without the help of external forces.

What's more, he also has a "favorability" function.

Whether the conversation is said or not, whether the right thing is done or not, just see if the favorability increases.

By getting along with each other, you can gradually deepen your understanding of your wife. This is the fun of raising a relationship.

If you use mind reading to cheat from the beginning, then there is no fun in developing it.

As for how to judge whether those passersby are enemies...

It’s very simple, just look at the map mode to see if there is a red circle under their feet.

There are red circles to indicate they are enemies, yellow circles to indicate neutral units, and green circles to indicate friendly units.

Currently, there are yellow circles under the feet of those people, which means that at least for now they are still in a neutral attitude towards Kafka and will not take hostile actions.

"Didi, Didi—"

The stopwatch on her hand started ticking, and Kafka stopped it lightly.

Midnight has arrived.

This was the time they agreed to take action.

Kafka glanced meaningfully at the demon hunters hiding in the shadows, then took a slow and graceful step and walked to the corner of the street.

Soon, a luxurious black car slowly drove out of the night.

It kicked up a cloud of dust, its metal body gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

When it turned the corner and drove about ten meters, it suddenly backed up slowly in front of Kafka like a country gentleman who had lost his wallet.

The car window rolled down, revealing a slightly pale face.

"Beautiful lady, would you like me to give you a ride?"

The owner of the car smiled elegantly. Her features were delicate, but it was hard to tell whether she was a man or a woman. Her almost sickly face seemed to be wearing an exquisitely made mask, and her eyes were trying hard to hide greed and desire.

As a puppet demon, her face is naturally that of a puppet.

Demons have no gender; they only take on the most representative appearance of desire and obsession.

The predecessor of the puppet demon was a girl in the "clouds".

She was once the top star in the cloud, the hottest rising star, and the most precious canary in the hands of the big boss.

She spent hundreds of millions of credit points to maintain her face, because it was her means of livelihood and the source of her affluent life. Her reputation and status all relied on this face.

One day, a new person came to the cloud.

She is just like myself at that time, with a stunningly beautiful face.

The guests were obsessed with her, everyone was fascinated by her, and all the focus and cameras were focused on her at this moment.

This made the puppet feel frightened and threatened.

She used her connections to capture her and took her to an underground prison, where she peeled off her face with her own hands.

The thought of "destruction" grew out of greed at that moment. For the first time, she experienced the comfort of indulging evil thoughts other than pleasure.

Even if this "destruction" is not pure enough to attract Nanook's attention, the emotional satisfaction it brings is far greater than sex.

The puppet demon peeled off face after face, listening to their shrill cries as the blades cut through their skin, the rustling sound of bubbles produced by the vibration of their vocal cords as blood gushed from their throats.

Finally, they completely withered and were as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

This is also the beauty of destruction, the purest beauty of life as it comes to an end and is crushed bit by bit.

Kafka's face was so charming that it immediately attracted the attention of the puppet demon.

Most importantly, she exudes an aura that is extremely similar to his own.

Gentle, cruel, cold-blooded, confused, and indifferent to everything.

Kafkara opened the car door, sat gracefully in the passenger seat, and crossed her legs.

While waiting for her prey to arrive, she went to a high-end clothing store and bought a pair of particularly charming purple stockings.

At this moment, the pair of stockings embroidered with violet flowers were worn on her legs.

Desire is blocked by the gray hip skirt. The deepest part of the legs contains the most profound charm of women, just like a beautiful but poisonous mandala. The deeper the poison, the more addictive it will be.

For the indulgent New Babylon, getting on the bus means accepting all subsequent actions of the other party.

The puppet demon reached out to Kafka, its slender fingers like sharp scrapers, scraping across her delicate cheek bit by bit:

"Come to my house, dear. I have beautiful carpets and soft beds..."

As she said this, her mask-like face kept changing with the words she uttered. She looked like a robot with a paralyzed system, and even her signature fake smile became extremely stiff.

"Okay~"

Kafka has an extremely seductive curve. She is at the age of prime beauty. Her beauty is like a slowly blooming Dorota rose, which perfectly fits the hunting list of the puppet demon.

However, the hunter and the prey are always changing.

Kafka gracefully surveyed her nail-painted slender fingers, casually saying, "Before that, we should take a detour."

"Detour? Where to?"

"Go to an unknown place."

"..."

The puppet demon was silent for a moment, then shook his head in refusal: "No, we're not going anywhere."

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice now."

Kafka stared at him quietly, her captivating purple eyes seemed to split open an abyss of desire at this moment——

"Now, listen to me, we're going to the Watson District sewage outlet."

"..."

At this moment, a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the puppet demon's mask.

Her pupils were constricted and her eyes were unfocused, with two personalities vying for dominance in her eyes.

Three seconds later, the puppet demon fell into complete stupor, just like a real puppet, allowing Kafka to manipulate and control it.

The car started slowly, honked three times in quick succession, and gradually disappeared at the end of the gray street.

The hunters hiding in the dark alley received the signal and began to act. The silent hunt began quietly in the endless night and ended quietly.

-

"...Next we are going to tell you a piece of explosive news!"

"The demon puppet from the Annihilation Gang mysteriously disappeared on her way home last night. The police found her vehicle at the Watson District sewage outlet. It seems our former star has met with misfortune!

So far, no force has claimed responsibility for the demon's disappearance. It seems like last night was truly a sleepless night!"

The hoarse broadcast sound of the old antique TV woke Kafka from her sleep.

The eyelashes trembled slightly in the morning light, like the trembling of a butterfly's wings before flying.

She slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of haziness and laziness in them, as if she had just woken up.

The TV picture was as noisy as usual.

Kafka closed her eyes again and lay quietly for a while, letting the morning light wander over her face.

After a while, she turned sideways, supported her body with one hand, and slowly sat up. Her long purple hair slid gently down with her movement, gleaming with a soft luster in the morning light.

The air was filled with the same aroma of food as yesterday morning. She felt her cheek being gently pinched by an invisible hand, and then a familiar voice sounded in her mind:

"Wash your face and wake up, then enjoy your breakfast, little girl."

"..."

Kafka pressed her temples with her fingers, a playful smile on her lips:

"Oh, what a strange demon! I've never seen a demon that enjoys making breakfast for humans."

Shen Yi smacked his lips and said teasingly, "Then you underestimate me. The 'devil' will devour your soul."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can complete our 'deal'."

Kafka was very indifferent to this.

"Compared to those..." She lowered her head and looked at the steaming vegetable noodles on the table, "I don't remember buying these ingredients in the apartment."

"Heh, I'm a 'devil'. Is it difficult for me to get something from the market?"

Shen Yi said nonchalantly.

Kafka chuckled and sarcastically said, "Not bad, you've finally done something befitting of a 'devil'."

"Otherwise, must this place be burned to ashes to be called a demon?"

"I wish you would."

She shrugged, noncommittal.

-

By evening, the commotion caused by the puppet demon's death began to subside on the surface.

But beneath the invisible deep water, there are still undercurrents surging wildly.

The Annihilation Gang and the Demon Hunter Association were already in a delicate balance. Both sides were standing on a cold war table filled with gunpowder barrels, each holding a fuse in their hands.

Just a tiny flame is enough to completely set the whole house off.

In the high-rise jewel suite of "The Cloud", Jason, who offered Kafka the job, was holding his cell phone and talking to a big shot.

"Yes, the plan is proceeding in an orderly manner and smoothly."

"Kafka? She's a good talent. Her Word Spirit Technique is very useful. Maybe the Lord needs her help."

"I know what to do with her, don't worry. Like I said, only the dead can keep secrets forever."

"After all this is settled, everyone in Tianyiwu will thank me."

"This sacrifice is insignificant."

-

Passing by the old music record store on the corner, Kafka suddenly stopped.

She looked through the glass and saw the slightly old violin placed in the window.