Chapter 73 First Battle
Under the bright afternoon sun, Klein, whose clothes were stained with dust, quickly adjusted the firing position of the revolver, flipped the corresponding device, and put himself into a state where he could shoot at the enemy at any time, allowing the brass-colored gun body metal to reflect. Flowing brilliance. ( )
Holding the gun in one hand, he stretched forward, alert to possible changes around him.
At the same time, he was a little worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hasson in a gray trench coat, because they were both "nightmares" and were better at influencing the enemy secretly, so he didn't know if a confrontation would work.
Just as Klein's thoughts turned, Al Hassen took the initiative to slow down his forward pace, and his expression became calm and sad.
He opened his mouth and recited a poem that made people feel peaceful and felt like they were in the night:
"Whenever the sun goes down in the west"
"Dewdrops adorned the placket of evening"
"She is as pale as the moon without makeup"
"Or like the stars that accompany the moon"
"Evening Primrose Moisturized by Night Dew"
"Elegant and delicate flowers bloom"
"Like a hermit from the sun"
... (Note 1)
The chanting sound echoed, and Klein almost lost his tense feeling and completely relaxed.
Fortunately, he had a similar experience long ago, and he was not in the direction facing Al Hasson, so he quickly settled down and resisted the influence of "poetry" in a semi-meditation state.
Phew... He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer doubting Dunn and Al's frontal combat effectiveness.
Because he has only been promoted for a long time, he doesn't know much about Sequence potions. He just forgot that Sequence 7's "Nightmare" was advanced by Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", which can completely retain the previous ability, and has a small degree of improvement. improvement.
Klein's impression of "Midnight Poet" all came from Leonard Mitchell. He knew that this profession also inherited the special characteristics of "The Sleepless". He was good at fighting, shooting, climbing and sensing, and he was also good at using different styles of The Psalms have different effects on the living beings around them, and in simple terms, they are violent poets.
In the sound of Al Hasson's chanting, there was a sudden wave of water beside the stacked large wooden boxes.
A man in a black tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat appeared.
However, the man's face was painted with red, yellow and white oil paint, and painted the appearance of a "clown" with high upturned corners of his mouth on both sides, which formed an absurd contrast with his formal dress like attending a dinner party.
Ding Ding Deng! The black-haired Lorota, who was introduced as a sharpshooter, sprinted quickly, holding a gun and clenching a fist in the other, and approached the tuxedo clown in a few steps.
The clown in the tuxedo seemed to be influenced by Al Hasson's poems, his body swayed slightly, his eyes were calm and peaceful, and he had no desire to resist.
Snapped! The black-haired lady Luo Luota stepped diagonally with a boxing pace, raised her arms and threw her fists, and slammed into the face of the clown in the tuxedo.
boom!
The air blew, and the clown in the tuxedo suddenly shattered like a mirror, piece by piece, quickly evaporated and disappeared.
At this moment, in the dark place of the wooden box pile a few steps away, the figure of the clown in the tuxedo was quickly sketched and reappeared.
The guy who was affected just now was just a phantom! just show!
As always, the clown in the tuxedo grinned with a wide-open mouth and a funny smile. He pressed his half-top hat with one hand, raised the other hand, and snapped his fingers sharply.
Pong!
He snapped his fingers and made the sound of firearms firing, and Luo Luota jumped to the left first, rolling continuously, and evading.
However, nothing happened, except for a virtual gunshot.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
Dunn and Al each carried their guns and shot steadily. The clown in the tuxedo jumped from left to right, backed up and rolled, as if performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady Luo Luota rushed over from somewhere, and she was known as the sharpshooter, still twisting her waist and swinging her arms, slamming her opponent.
boom!
The clown in the tuxedo had no time to dodge, and raised his left arm to block his fist.
Seeing him pause, Dunn and Al didn't hesitate to take aim and pulled the trigger.
At this moment, the arm of the clown in the tuxedo jacket that was holding against Luo Luota's fist suddenly ignited an orange flame.
But after a moment, the flame wrapped the clown in the tuxedo and spread towards Luoluo Tower.
Pong! Pong! Dunn's and Al's revolvers were fired separately, hitting the flame.
The flames burned rapidly, and soon only black dust was left flying. However, the figure of the clown in the tuxedo suit appeared not far away, half-hiding behind several stacked wooden boxes.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Pong!
In the virtual sound of gunfire, Luo Luota suddenly stopped and did not pounce. There was mud splashing in front of her, and bullet holes appeared.
This blow of the tuxedo clown is no longer an illusion!
It's hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
The clown in the tuxedo snapped his fingers, dodging and shooting at Dunn and Al.
Seeing such a scene, Luo Luota narrowed her eyes and raised the dark golden long tube revolver held in her left hand.
Pong!
The clown in the tuxedo squatted down suddenly, avoiding the fatal blow, and his half-height silk top hat fluttered back and fell to the dust, with obvious scorch bullet holes on it.
After a few tumblings, he was as flexible as a curly-haired baboon and climbed up the layers of wooden boxes, snapped his fingers condescendingly, and fired air bombs.
Al Hasson took a few steps back, lowered his pistol, and started chanting again:
"Her beauty is only open to the night"
"But the night turns a blind eye to beauty"
"Totally blind to her love"
... (Note 1)
The clown in the tuxedo kept jumping between the wooden boxes, suddenly raised his hand and licked his ears, and looked at Al with a fixed funny smile.
He wouldn't block his ears beforehand, would he? The sequence potion mastered by the Secret Order is quite strange... Klein looked at it from a distance and had some guesses in his heart.
Just as his thoughts flashed, he suddenly saw a figure appear at the top of the side warehouse, and quickly ran to the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.
The figure was wearing gray-white dockworker clothes, and his face seemed to be painted with red, yellow, and white paint.
The clown in the tuxedo is responsible for diverting the captain and the others, and someone else is going to take the notes? Klein's thoughts floated, he subconsciously raised his right hand, and shot the figure on the roof.
He just took aim and gave the advance amount, the figure suddenly squatted down, and changed from running to flipping.
Pong!
Klein pulled the trigger without holding back, only to see the figure suddenly stop, with blood blooming on his body.
The figure glanced here in astonishment, endured the pain, and continued to rush to the innermost warehouse.
Let's learn about the marksmanship... Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof next to the figure.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
Leonard and Borgia also shot separately, but they failed to hit the figure.
Klein wanted to complain that their marksmanship was not as good as his own, but the finger that pulled the trigger suddenly stopped there.
Yup! Why stop him?
Didn't I just fortune tell that the warehouse is extremely dangerous? Wouldn't it be nice to let this guy find a way and step on a thunderbolt?
Leonard and that Mr. Borgia should have the same purpose...
As his thoughts flickered, Klein raised the barrel of the gun and shot birds up.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
In a few shots, the figure came to the roof of the innermost warehouse without any hindrance.
He jumped down suddenly, bumped his elbow, and fell in with the shattered roof.
Following this voice, the black-haired lady Lolota's eyes suddenly turned dark, and her left hand made a strange pull-down movement.
The tuxedo clown's tumbling and jumping motions immediately stopped, and his ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Dunn didn't shoot right away, but instead dropped the revolver.
He opened his mouth, and with his Adam's apple still, he resonated the surrounding air purely with his own spirituality, and a vague, erratic, and strange voice sounded:
"Her flowers bloom all night till dawn"
"But until the day opens my eyes"
"Being ashamed to have nowhere to hide"
"She withered in her dizziness"
... (Note 1)
The tuxedo clown's struggling movements were suddenly powerless, as if he had lost his desire to survive.
Al Hasson raised his pistol and aimed at the enemy, his fingers were about to twitch.
At this moment of lightning, an unusually shrill scream came from the innermost warehouse:
"what!"
That scream contained an extremely strong fear, as if something unimaginably terrible had happened.
When Klein was horrified, the screams stopped abruptly, and the innermost warehouse returned to a quiet, scalp-tingling quiet.
Pong!
Al was affected to a certain extent, and the bullet only hit the tuxedo clown's stomach.
load, load. load! The quietness of the innermost warehouse was broken again, and there was a sudden sound of breathing that should have been very light. It changed from small to large, affecting everyone's nerves.
dong dong dong! dong dong dong!
The "2-049" in the iron black box suddenly went wild and went crazy.
Note 1: Quoted from the English poet Claire's "Evening Primrose", Feibai, translated.