Wooden wall fragments scattered in all directions. Jason, having dragged Raymond out of the room, pressed him to the ground before Raymond could react. Raymond’s head hit the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. Jason let go of his right hand and, without even glancing at the deeply indented forehead and cheeks of Raymond due to the excessive pressure, headed straight towards the smell of food. Very soon, the ‘Hunter’ rifle and the box of special bullets were found. The bullets had a sweet, rich aroma. Since it could be made into bullets, that meant there was no small number of them. But how difficult would it be to capture one? If the difficulty was moderate, he believed he could effectively reduce the range of activities of these creatures. Of course, at this moment, Jason harbored another thought in his heart. Where was the military factory belonging to the descendant of Duke Aymodun? He was eager to observe it for himself. Thinking this, Jason lowered his head to look at Raymond, who was still unconscious, and picked him up in one hand. He didn’t wake him up. Jason didn’t think of himself as skilled in interrogation. Therefore, he planned to hand Raymond over to little Reed. However, just as Jason had stepped out of the street, a weak stream of Dufol Language reached his ears. Spoken at an extremely fast pace. Jason didn’t have time to recognize it. Then everything before his eyes turned black. Not the darkness of unconsciousness! But because his eyes had lost their vision! There were other enemies nearby! A chill ran through Jason’s heart, and then, with his perception over three times greater than an ordinary person’s, he clearly heard a succession of footsteps. Judging by the footsteps, there were about ten people. Heavy steps, likely individuals of robust build. There was the breeze of blades cutting through the air, blades held in their hands. Also, a faint smell of gunpowder, likely flintlock guns as well. Temporarily unable to see, Jason swiftly used his ears and nose in their stead; however, they could only act as substitutes and couldn’t truly replace his eyes. At least, Jason was now unable to locate the person who had used the secret technique. The foe must have been lurking nearby all along, revealing not a hint of noise. Then, after suddenly attacking Jason, they had hidden themselves once more. Throughout this, they still didn’t make a sound, likely another secret technique. Jason, with thoughts rapidly colliding in his mind, slowly gripped the knife’s handle. He stabbed Raymond, who he was holding, with his knife. The sudden pain caused Raymond to let out a scream. But in the next moment, Raymond’s screams were abruptly cut off. Because Jason’s knife was now pressed against his throat. “If you want to live, help me look around and find that hidden guy!” Jason said rapidly. Raymond was a bit stupefied. To continue after being blinded…? But Raymond’s reaction was swift. Being a sniper, his vision was naturally sharp, and almost in a single breath, he located the target person Jason was talking about. Raymond wanted to play some tricks. But the muzzles raised by those people on the opposite side had him covered as well. Tell the truth, die later. Lie, die immediately. Raymond knew very well what to choose. “15 meters to your right front!” shouted Raymond. And at the same moment as the shout— The attackers unexpectedly pulled their triggers. Jason used Raymond as a shield in front of himself. Bullets hit Raymond’s body one after another, causing his body to tremble repeatedly, his face showing disbelief as if he couldn’t fathom that Jason not only used him as eyes but also as a shield. Then Raymond realized he had been too naive. In addition to being eyes and a shield, he was also being used as a large projectile weapon.