Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1311 - 826: Lanci and Tolyado’s Enthusiastic Crowd

The wintery Bulida Port District, with its biting cold wind mixed with fine snow.

The snow blankets the scattered containers, and the heavy clouds cast a shadow over this concealed gray zone of the city.

"Damn it!!"

In this steel labyrinth of containers and narrow alleys, a tall figure is fleeing for his life.

At this moment, Maquiel is doing everything he can to evade the relentless pursuit of the Empire's Special Operations Department agents behind him.

Maquiel's physique is agile, his movements as swift as a leopard, and he wears a light gray parka he stole after busting out of prison last night. This outfit makes him blend into the cold winter environment and hard to spot.

He weaves between the containers, sometimes climbing to higher ground, at other times merging with the shadows.

Maquiel still doesn't know why his house had the printed documents of Professor Landry's research outcomes, caught off guard and set up by Red Falcon Nikola alongside the elite agents of the Countermeasures Unit.

He is increasingly suspicious that it was Dex who framed him!

And Red Falcon Nikola, that bloodhound, no matter how he tries to explain, doesn't listen at all, refusing to believe that Dex is the traitor, and is solely focused on apprehending Maquiel. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Maquiel cursed silently in his heart.

He turned around a dark alley corner, catching in the corner of his eye several shadows quickly closing in, the heavy breathing and crunching of boots on snow echoing in the cold wind.

In pursuit are the elite agents from the Empire's Special Operations Department's Countermeasures Unit.

Maquiel knows very well how tough this squad of well-trained elite agents from the Empire's Special Operations Department can be.

They are dressed in dark blue tactical suits, equipped with the most advanced magic instruments from the Imperial Weapons Department.

The leader is a tall squad leader with closely cropped short hair.

"Search carefully! Director Dex ordered that Maquiel must be captured today, he can't be allowed to disrupt the Moon Goddess Festival."

The squad leader issued instructions using a Communication Magic Card while continuing the chase.

His voice was hoarse yet steady, echoing across the desolate port.

The agents, following the squad leader's order, began systematically searching the industrial area.

They are familiar with Maquiel's traits, and Commander Red Falcon Nikola had already gained insight into Maquiel's concealment routes; should Maquiel dare make a move, they would immediately surround and eliminate him.

Although, whenever Maquiel, that cunning fox, was driven into a corner, he always managed to slip through their fingers using his exceptional counter-surveillance skills and clever utilization of the environment, Maquiel's path was getting narrower, leading to a dead end.

"..."

Maquiel's figure brushed against the rickety steel framework and then vanished into the narrow gap between the containers.

His eyes continuously scanned around, searching for any cover or breakthrough that could be utilized.

Loose snow splattered under his feet, yet he maintained his balance, traversing the perilous steel jungle like the wind.

The entire dock echoed with howling winds, rust-colored containers appeared even more sinister under the gloomy sky, and occasionally, crows let out harrowing cries.

A few minutes later.

Maquiel finally temporarily shook off the unrelenting pursuit of the agent squad, hiding in a narrow, deep corner of a dark alley.

He leaned against the mottled brick wall, his strong body like a wolf avoiding the hunter.

"Where's the backup... where's the backup..."

Maquiel gritted his teeth, suppressing the anxiety bubbling inside.

The Blood Clan can't assist him during the day, which isn't surprising, but he was informed that an alliance with the Blood Clan would provide him refuge.

He quickly surveyed the surroundings, planning the next escape route.

With the faint morning light, he analyzed the surrounding environment.

Towering abandoned buildings stood like silent giants, and a network of intricately woven pipes stretched like a spiderweb between the buildings.

Maquiel's eyes finally settled on a path leading towards the distant harbor, a path flanked by dilapidated, rusty containers entangled with dead vines, almost the only remaining paths where hope could still be seen.

But, his instincts told him, proceeding that way was also dangerous.

The Imperial Agents probably already set up an encirclement.

But if he doesn't move, he would soon be cornered here as well.

The longer he waits, the tighter the noose will become.

Judging by the scale of the pursuit and the agents' determination, they are dead set on capturing him today, regardless of the cost.

Maquiel forced himself to calm down.

As a captain of an action team, rational thinking in times of crisis is often more important than blindly taking action.

If he could escape, make it to Blood Moon City, he would eventually have the chance to topple Duke Dex and Red Falcon Nikola, and rise again!

After making up his mind, Maquiel quietly stood up, transforming into a light gray flash swiftly merging into that unknown path.

As soon as he moved, sure enough, far behind him, the footsteps of the agents gradually closed in, following him like a shadow.

While Maquiel was mapping out a new escape plan in his mind, a sharp whistling sound suddenly broke through the air.

A newly developed military standard-certified ammunition made of Anti-Magic Steel whizzed past his ear, embedding into the container behind him, scattering a shower of rust flakes with a resounding boom.

"Damn it, Nikola brought out even this new equipment."

Maquiel cursed under his breath, instinctively dodging to the side, narrowly avoiding a second shot.

It seemed the agents had already pinpointed his location, ambushing from the top of the containers.

Relying on his astonishing reflexes and agile skills, Maquiel zigzagged through the sniper fire.

Maquiel knew he had to hide in the blind spot of the sniper's sight and find cover.