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Almost instinctively, the muscles in his right hand, which was tucked into his pocket, tensed instantly, ready to pull the trigger of the specially made pistol.
However, his hand suddenly became unresponsive, as if it were not his own limb, completely out of his control!
At the same time, the shadow cast on the ground beneath his feet seemed to be slightly darker in color than the surrounding area.
But this extremely subtle difference is so imperceptible that no one can discern it with the naked eye.
The spell 【Shadow Binding】 will only reveal the traces of its magic circle when Qingze is pulled into the shadows.
When used to manipulate others, it is completely invisible and traceless. It can be activated quietly with just a thought from Qingze, making it extremely concealed.
"What's going on?! I can't move my body?!"
Daisuke Ishiguro roared in terror, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.
Qingze stopped looking at him, as if he were just passing by an insignificant stranger, and continued walking forward.
However, under his control, Daisuke Ishiguro's body, like a puppet pulled by invisible threads, turned around and walked in another direction.
At the same time, Qingze's mind stirred again, and the Eye of the Flock of Birds was activated instantly, quickly controlling a crow that happened to be flying overhead.
Using the crow's vision, I can lock onto Daisuke Ishiguro and clearly relay his real-time movements to Aozawa's mind.
Qingze didn't turn his head and went straight into the crowd ahead.
Through the crow's eyes, he watched the assassin codenamed "Black Wolf" begin to jog towards the bustling intersection.
There happened to be a large truck waiting for the green light.
Chapter 105 The Golden Tag
Sawada Matsu is a 41-year-old truck driver with ten years of experience in the industry.
From a novice whose palms would sweat when holding the steering wheel, to now being able to remain calm and composed even when navigating Tokyo's busiest urban areas.
Experienced drivers understand.
When you drive for a long time, it's as if an invisible connection is established between you and the car. The steering wheel is like an extended limb, and the four wheels are like your own feet. Judging the road conditions becomes almost instinctive.
He knows exactly how many meters to slow down at each intersection, how much to turn the steering wheel at each bend, and even how to navigate through narrow, suffocating alleys with precision, without feeling the slightest bit anxious.
Today, as usual, he drove his truck, fully loaded with goods, along his predetermined route.
During the day, his load is always strictly controlled within the standard range.
The main concern is being stopped and inspected by traffic police.
Only under the cover of night would he recklessly overload his vehicle, carrying as much as he could.
That's how this industry is. If you want to make more money, you have to be bold. You have to be flexible in your understanding of the boundaries of the law and never be rigid.
At this moment, languid and rhythmic jazz music filled the car, and he tapped the steering wheel lightly with one finger in time with the drumbeats.
My eyes caught sight of the last pedestrian slowly crossing the zebra crossing ahead, and I couldn't help but urge him on impatiently.
"hurry up!"
As he eagerly awaited it, the red traffic light finally turned green.
The road ahead was empty, and just then, the jazz music from the speakers began to play its most passionate and exciting chorus.
"What great luck I'm having today!"
Sawada Matsu muttered something to himself in a cheerful mood and lightly pressed the accelerator.
The truck's engine emitted a deep, powerful roar as it began to accelerate forward.
His body swayed slightly involuntarily to the rhythm of the music.
Just then, under Aozawa's remote control, Daisuke Ishiguro didn't stop walking at all. He roughly pushed aside the pedestrians waiting for the green light with his shoulder, like an out-of-control robot, and rushed onto the road.
"squeak!"
A car that was driving normally reacted very quickly, slamming on its brakes. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and it came to a dramatic stop less than half a meter away from Daisuke Ishiguro.
Even though Daisuke Ishiguro couldn't turn his head, he could clearly imagine the car driver's expression as he cursed, "Do you want to die?!"
But he felt incredibly wronged.
He didn't want to die at all!
Not at all!
Unfortunately, his hands and feet were completely out of his control, and he couldn't even manage to show a hint of fear on his face.
He could only watch helplessly as he blindly rushed toward death, like a puppet pulled by invisible threads, his heart filled with frantic prayers.
We hope that every driver possesses the same sharp reflexes and excellent skills as the car driver we just saw.
"Please don't bump into me!!"
His heart was screaming in despair.
Even though his will was ruthless and far beyond that of ordinary people, it was still ultimately within the realm of humanity.
Faced with this terrifying situation where his body was controlled by an unknown force, an indescribable fear still seeped into his soul like ice water.
But the driver couldn't hear his thoughts.
The spot where he rushed out happened to be in the blind spot of the truck driver's seat.
Sawada Matsu naturally stepped on the gas and drove forward in time with the music.
Just as the truck was about to crash, Aozawa, far away, had a slight thought and controlled Ishiguro Daisuke to suddenly turn his head to face the roaring steel behemoth, and released control over his facial muscles.
In an instant, all the fear, horror, and resentment surged onto Daisuke Ishiguro's face like a flood bursting its banks.
He opened his mouth wide, as if to let out a heart-wrenching scream.
But it was too late.
"boom!!"
A dull thud was heard.
Daisuke Ishiguro's body was hit squarely by the truck. The huge impact sent him flying backward like a broken leaf before he crashed to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy wheels mercilessly ran over his waist.
"Pfft..."
The internal organs shattered and deformed instantly under unimaginable pressure.
He reflexively let out a "whoosh," and a large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed out of his mouth, splashing more than two meters away.
Some women in the crowd suddenly burst into high-decibel screams.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Matsu Sawada didn't actually feel a strong impact. He only felt that the car seemed to bounce slightly, as if it had run over a speed bump.
"Strange, why are there speed bumps on the zebra crossing?"
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he heard a woman's piercing scream coming from outside.
My heart skipped a beat!
He quickly glanced at the rearview mirror; the entire truck had now completely run over the "obstacle."
In the mirror, it was clear that the person's waist had completely collapsed and deformed, and blood was still gushing from their mouth unconsciously.
Judging from his appearance, he clearly won't survive.
After his initial shock, Sawada Matsu couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
For truck drivers like them, the worst thing is hitting someone but not being completely dead.
The endless medical expenses, compensation, and disputes that followed...
It's quite troublesome to deal with.
This way, it's actually "clean and efficient".
Anyway, it's entirely the other party's fault for running the red light.
He calmed himself down, had no intention of getting out of the car, and immediately took out his phone to dial the police.
Passersby around were talking about it, with some sighing that he was so young and in such a hurry.
Some people took out their phones to take photos and videos, preparing to share them online to see if they could attract attention and generate traffic.
No one noticed that the bright red "Killer" tag above the deceased's head had merged into a beam of red light, shooting out silently.
Only Qingze, through the shared vision of the crows in the sky, "saw" this scene.
With a thought, the vision of the birds was dispelled, and the image of the sky in the mind disappeared.
Qingze paused slightly.
The red light, representing the increase in magical power, seemed to have a life of its own. It drew an arc in the air, circled around to his front, and precisely entered his brow.
A familiar warm current spread through my body.
Qingze felt the stream of magic grow stronger, a smile appeared on his face, and he continued to walk forward.
As for who exactly is behind the bounty on "Fox" to hunt him down...
He won't waste his precious time investigating.
Because the other party simply cannot find the "fox".
……
Soon, police officers from nearby police stations arrived at the scene.
After a brief questioning and on-site investigation, they initially determined the incident to be a common traffic accident.
The conclusion is clear.
The deceased ran a red light and bears full responsibility.
They simply registered Sawada Matsu's contact information and basic details, without giving him any further trouble.
The main task next is to handle the situation at the scene.
"Hosokawa, go search the body and see if there are any documents that can prove its identity."
"Hi."