Leaving the station on the evening of the same day with his cell phone in hand, Oliver drew some circles in the areas that the gunman had attacked since his arrival in the city.

Having a clear image of the entire range, he circled the points furthest from each other and formed a circle from the two, covering the entire target area.

Oliver went to the bus and made the journey home quickly, as soon as he arrived, without wasting time he pulled the relics from the fake pocket of his backpack.

Within minutes she was already jumping between buildings with her cell phone in hand, following a point marked by herself using the GPS.

All the attack locations did not cover the entire city, but still covered an area large enough for even Oliver's house to be within the range of operations, which were concentrated in the neighborhoods close to the city center.

After a few minutes of jumping, Oliver saw a taller building in the distance as he pulled out his cell phone again, checking his position.

He noticed that the point was marked at the location of the building, so he climbed between the tallest buildings.

Oliver would arrive at a nearby building and get a bigger boost, with a single more powerful jump he would reach the top of the building, realizing that his capabilities had improved significantly and now that he had spent more time with the relics, the difference became much more apparent. .

Thanks to his keen vision he was able to enjoy the view from the top, full of lights and people passing through the center, young people his age, adults, old people and children walked around looking happy while Oliver watched with shining eyes.

Focusing a little more it was possible to see even some suspicious groups that caught his attention, but in the end, he approached the edge of the building and sat down looking down.

‘It’s the right place, from here I can get a good idea of everything, all that’s left is...’

When he looked down, little by little his clothes and skin became translucent, disappearing and leaving only his own transparent image, making Oliver smile as he saw the cloak's ability work once again.

Turning his eyes to the city, it was difficult to be noticed due to the skill of the cloak.

In that position he was able to have a clear view of the city and could help prevent several robberies, but Oliver had another objective in mind.

Once the bow was pierced through his body, he placed both hands on his ears while closing his eyes and trying to focus.

When the environment got dark, Oliver was gradually able to hear the conversation that was taking place both inside the building he was in and on the streets where people were passing by.

Many parallel conversations that even from the top of the building could be heard as if you were in the food court of a large shopping mall.

From the sound of cars and brakes, to even barking dogs that, because they were louder, caught his attention.

The difference the relics had made to his senses was clear, so many different voices and sounds loud in his head to the point of discomfort made him frown for a brief moment.

Little by little he got used to it and wondered how far his hearing could reach, noticing that noises that were more strident and louder than voices were heard more clearly, making him think.

'Based on the most distant points from each other, I was able to establish a radius in which he operates, he probably lives around here or at least comes here to act... even if I don't hear him talking or planning, I just need to listen to the shots.’ Letting his hands drop down, he supported himself as he continued his focus. ‘If I can hear animals, the sound of a gun won’t go unnoticed. I imagine it has no modifications as it is an old model, so I will be able to hear it clearly.’

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The reports did not show a clear time at which the gunman acted, many of the bodies may have been found hours after the crime, so knowing a time to search was still difficult, leaving only to search during his free time and more likely for the gunman's homicides. .

There wasn't much to do, other than spend a few nights on the roof of the same building trying to hear what I could.

As time passed, he realized that from that point it might be easier to see the city, but still a few days passed and there were no sounds of gunshots throughout the city.

He felt that from that height it would be possible to see suspects and even witness robberies in the distance, even though it was difficult to see easily, it was still possible.

However, following Lirana's advice, he had decided to take a brief break from fighting bandits, both to avoid being found and to give the gunman more clues to his location, but thanks to this, during the entire period at the top of the building, there was nothing to do but try to listen to the gunman.

The night passed and after a few more days looking for signs of the gunman, he had heard nothing.

His hearing was working perfectly well and he knew there were no sounds of gunshots in the time he had stayed.

Even during the day, he tried to find more headlines about the gunman, wondering if he had moved to another city or attacked again, but he seemed to have simply disappeared with his tracks, leaving Oliver to ponder.

'I imagined it wouldn't be easy to find him or chase him, but I thought he would act. He doesn't want to get caught either, I wish he was as goofy as that bunch of vampires.'

During another night at the top of the building, now standing, but still invisible to him, his mind rambled.

'Maybe the master vampire and the gunslinger are somehow connected, at least that's what Lirana thinks. But there's still a chance he's just looking for me or waiting for me to act, just as I expect him to.'

Again he sat on the edge of the building while thinking.

'Maybe that's why he stopped the attacks, since the vampires attacked me, he didn't attack either. But at some point, he's going to have to act, if he's looking for me in this little game of cat and mouse, we're going to spend weeks or months on this-'

Just as he was about to conclude his reasoning, a shot echoed through his ears, causing him to open his eyes wide and position himself on the edge of the building.

'Finally.'

Soon after, more shots came and made Oliver look at a slightly darker area of the city, already jumping with all his strength, heading towards the roofs of the buildings at high speed while running towards the shots.

‘They are not common criminals, at least if they are, they will continue the shooting for a while, if it is him...’

The moment he finished, the shots stopped and the sounds disappeared, making Oliver squint as he picked up his pace even more heading towards the street.

‘You won’t escape!’

Little by little he approached and noticed a dimly lit area and by the time the flow of people no longer existed, making him frown as he approached the place.

Already on the street where he had heard it, he was jumping across the rooftops looking for something that caught his attention while trying to hear hurried footsteps, but after the shots, there was nothing left.

Jumping down an alley, something made him stare and click his tongue, Oliver clicked his tongue and mumbled.

"Very late..."

In the environment, blood still spills from five bodies thrown across the alley in which it was located, some on the ground while others appeared to be thrown into garbage dumpsters.

Oliver frowned and thought.

‘If I am seen doing this, I may end up harming myself. I have to find him before-’

Oliver was preparing to turn around and go in search of the fleeing gunman, however, before he could leave, the sound of a shot was heard and made him throw himself towards the local trash can, hitting the wall violently, but gaining protection while he felt his shoulder hurt.

The bullet hit the wall and took out a piece of brick and Oliver heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.

Still under the protection of the dumpster, Oliver looked at the floor of the alley where the light from the place revealed the shadow of someone standing at the entrance, looking towards the end.

In the silence of the place, Oliver could only hear a clicking tongue coming from the person standing in the alley.

He felt his arm hurt and placed his hand on the spot as he gradually saw the fabric of his shirt redden while a little blood flowed.

Looking at the wall and from the wound he knew that the bullet had grazed him, but the pain still bothered him and made Oliver show a pained expression, but still with a smile as he thought.

‘If I took a little longer to jump in, now I would have a hole in my arm or worse...’

Drawing his bow, Oliver gripped it tightly and thought.

‘He dragged me into this scenario, dodging a bullet here will be difficult... damn it... I was caught.'