Free Web NovelChapter 585: Chapter 584 The Real and Fake Veronica_1
"Declaration of privilege!" the doppelganger assassin suddenly said with a laugh.
Without thinking too much, Veronica pounced forward and swung her fist towards the opponent’s chin. It didn’t matter what move the other was going to use; with the advantage of speed, she could take them down!
She was faster in both strength and reaction, but the assassin’s agility was greater than she had anticipated. Even the short distance had given the murderer time to react. With a sidestep to avoid her attack, the sweeping hook punch barely grazed her face.
"Within this domain, anyone but me..." the assassin continued.
Without pausing, Veronica turned with a side kick. The assassin barely managed to block it with their forearm, sparing their ribs from a direct hit but still sending their body flying.
The air was squeezed out of her lungs, and her voice was cut off momentarily.
As Veronica rushed forward to follow up with another attack, the assassin flicked their hand, and a flash of silver forced her to dodge instinctively. A thrown knife embedded itself into the plastered brick wall behind her. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
At this distance, a knife thrown by a skilled hand could be almost as lethal as a bullet.
Using the thrown knife to buy some time, the assassin caught their breath and finished the sentence: "All actions are forbidden!"
Veronica suddenly felt the air around her thicken rapidly, as though turning into dense mud that made her turning movement extremely difficult. By the time she faced the doppelganger assassin, the "mud" had completely solidified, immobilizing her limbs.
She struggled fiercely but could only move her joints slowly as if they were part of a rusted machine, with even the slightest movement of her fingers feeling like an arm wrestle with someone unseen.
"To be expected of a werewolf, I almost capsized in the gutter," the doppelganger assassin said, clutching their side ribs as they stood up from the ground.
Seeing that Veronica could still move with difficulty, the assassin knew that the power of the "rules" was at its greatest only when the user also abided by the rules. The rule they had declared, however, was a privilege that allowed them to override the rules. Under such a premise, the binding power of the rule was significantly weakened.
But it was sufficient to deal with a mortal who had no ability to counter.
Veronica watched helplessly as the other drew a throwing knife.
"Have you ever seen that kind of magic trick in a circus, the one where they thrust swords into a box with a living person inside?" the doppelganger assassin said with a smile, "The first time I saw it, I thought that stabbing a living person directly would be far more entertaining than that boring sleight of hand."
With that, they threw a knife.
The knife pierced into Veronica’s side abdomen.
Veronica let out a muffled cry of pain involuntarily.
The assassin smiled gleefully and moved around Veronica, looking for the next spot to strike.
When the assassin circled behind her, Veronica felt a chill crawl up her spine, and then the next knife stabbed into the bend of her left knee.
Pain caused her body to convulse; she felt her left leg lose support and her body was about to collapse, but the force that made it difficult to move now supported her body.
Any movement was prohibited, even falling down.
The assassin circled back in front of her, and the third knife plunged directly into her heart.
Veronica suddenly felt darkness before her eyes, and each throb of her heart brought pain as though it was ripping her chest apart.
"The vitality of werewolves is truly formidable. No wonder they’re often said to be immortal," the assassin said while playing with the knife in their hand, "I wonder how long it would take if I cut your throat."
I don’t want to die... Veronica looked at the knife flashing with silver light, the last bit of her survival instinct desperately hanging on amidst the despairing mire.
If she had to die, she at least had to put up some resistance!
She clenched her teeth and, against the intense pain, tried to move her body.
"Struggling in the throes of death, very good, that’s what makes this interesting..." The murderer appraised Veronica, who was glaring at him fiercely, "That settles it, now let’s crush those eyeballs."
"Over there!"
Accompanied by the shout, rapid footsteps approached from afar, echoing through the alley.
The doppelganger murderer furrowed his brows, listening intently—someone was coming.
"I’ve thought of an interesting little game." The murderer flashed a grin at Veronica, "Starting now, you are forbidden to speak!"
Soon, Aiden’s figure appeared at the entrance of the dead-end street.
After asking about the possible whereabouts of Veronica, he and Deborah split up to search; fortunately, he chose the distant newsstand.
Aiden raised his gun toward the alley, and the scene that met his eyes was this: Veronica, with several knives stabbed into her body, was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. In front of her stood a masked criminal holding a knife.
"Freeze!" Aiden instinctively aimed his gun at the masked criminal, his voice filled with anger.
The masked criminal stood frozen, not moving or making a sound.
"Captain... shoot quickly!" Veronica strained to speak, "She has already... uttered the ’Divine Word’!"
Aiden was about to pull the trigger when a calm voice suddenly arose within him: "Think carefully!"
His mind cooled abruptly, and he turned his gaze to Veronica lying on the ground, "What did you have for lunch in the cafeteria today?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m
"Veronica" was momentarily startled.
"Imprisonment Punishment!" Aiden called out almost without hesitation.
In his sight, two cages made of intertwined chains enveloped both the Veronica on the ground and the masked criminal separately, confining them away from each other.
In the moment of calm, he realized a critical fact: the doppelganger murderer could use the "substitute" Divine Word, take on Veronica’s appearance, and naturally fake injuries after observing Veronica’s wounded state!
If he couldn’t immediately distinguish the real from the fake, then he might as well imprison them both first.
"I’ll ask one more time, what did you have for lunch in the cafeteria?" Aiden repeated the question.
This time, he still received no answer, which could only mean that Veronica was in a state where she was unable to respond.
Aiden looked at the "masked criminal" who hadn’t moved at all, then shifted his gun toward the fallen Veronica.
The Veronica on the ground, capable of speaking but unable to provide an answer, was most likely the fake.
"Captain... I can’t see clearly anymore... save me..."
"Veronica" seemed to be growing more incoherent.
Right then, a faint voice finally emerged from the mouth of the masked criminal with difficulty: "Stir-fried... noodles."
The "Veronica" on the ground, or rather the doppelganger murderer, widened her eyes—the flaw in her cherished privilege of the "Law" power, that small slip, had ultimately doomed her.
Aiden immediately fired a shot into the leg of "Veronica," and while she screamed in pain, he took out the Wordless Code.
"Within this domain, disguises are forbidden."
