People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 168 Night Attack, Traps

Townsend is a man of integrity.

Now that the commission has been accepted, it is natural to act.

But before that, out of the instinct of a fortuneteller, Tang Sen took out the crystal pendant.

"Mr. A will carry out the assassination today"

After reciting it seven times, Tang Sen opened his eyes and saw the pendulum spinning clockwise.

Being able to predict the time of the assassination did not surprise Tang Sen. After all, he planned the entire assassination. His divination ability may not be better than Klein's, but he has much more information than the other party.

"It's very efficient." Tang Sen showed a smile.

According to the information given by Ms. Hall, Klein has already chosen a battlefield for himself. Like Tang Sen, this Mr. Fool does not want to appear in the church's field of vision, so after communicating everything, he set off early. out of the way.

Of course, Mr. Reid would not meet with Klein, and this was even more true for Townsend. The reason why he made all transactions above the gray fog was to avoid some stares.

Klein carefully lay on top of a container, holding a revolver in his right hand, and wearing a dark gold brooch in the shape of a sunbird on his left chest.

This is a sealed item that he bought at a price of two thousand pounds.

Miss Wraith didn't know where she was hiding, but Klein knew that this lady bodyguard must be nearby. The other party was indeed very reputable. When Klein proposed that he was willing to pay more because of the extra risk, the other party only said that at present Still within three days of employment.

This is the pier of a dilapidated shipyard in Backlund, which has been abandoned for a year. Apart from the homeless, almost no one else will come to this place.

"I don't know if that Mr. Reid has arrived." Klein looked at everything around him without showing any signs. Those dark and stacked containers were all silent, like a barren land under the crimson moonlight.

This answer was easy to obtain, and he took out a penny lightly.

"Mr. Rhett is nearby."

"Mr. Rhett is nearby."

"."

After reciting seven times in a row, Klein tossed a penny coin.

front.

This result reassured Klein a lot. It seems that the other party is quite reputable, and it is understandable that he does not want to contact him. After all, the other party is only responsible for dealing with the devil when he gives the signal, summoning the devil's favored person, not Need to fight alongside yourself.

"How will the assassin appear?"

Klein carefully considered various possibilities. The identity of the other party was unknown, the method was unknown, and even the number of people was unknown. The only thing that was certain was that the assassination would definitely happen.

Whether it was the devil's prophecy or his own many divinations, it all indicated that even though he came to this abandoned pier, he did not escape the assassin's pursuit.

The other party may have locked his position through some kind of extraordinary means.

Klein hoped that this time would come sooner. In the face of an assassination, he would rather take the initiative to eliminate threats rather than blindly evade. If it is delayed until tomorrow, Miss Wraith's employment period will end, and Mr. Reid may not be willing to wait. that long time.

At this moment, he saw slight movements coming from the container not far away.

This made Klein nervous for a moment. Taking advantage of the strong physical coordination brought about by the clown sequence, he changed his posture without making a sound, and aimed the muzzle of the revolver there.

click-

The door of the container was pushed open, and a disheveled homeless man walked out of the container.

"Huh?" Klein's heartbeat quickened slightly. Although homeless people are not uncommon in this abandoned pier, and many homeless people use containers as shelters, is this timing too coincidental?
Klein activated his spirit vision and carefully sized him up.

In the spirit vision, the color of the opponent's etheric body is very dim, and the inner astral body reveals even more despair and sadness.

An ordinary man indeed.

Klein frowned. He could foresee that if he fought later, the homeless man might not be spared and would definitely be affected by the battle.

Although he was just a homeless man who no one would care about even if he died, Klein still felt a little uncomfortable if he died for his own reasons.

"We have to find a way to get rid of him."

Klein thought so, but he didn't move. Kindness wouldn't make him lose his mind and ignore possible dangers.

Especially at such a delicate time.

He instinctively pinched the penny coin and began to meditate in his heart.

"He was not an assassin."

"He was not an assassin."

"."

After seven times, Klein tossed a coin.

face up.

This is consistent with the results seen by the spirit vision.

At this time, a figure wearing a black court dress suddenly emerged from the container next to it, and floated towards the homeless man.

It's Miss Wraith.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Wraith can possess her body to control the opponent's body. This is indeed a good way to quietly let the opponent leave.

In fact, Miss Wraith did the same thing. Without the tramp noticing, her body overlapped with the other's. Afterwards, Klein saw the tramp stiffen. It was obvious that Miss Wraith had taken over his body. of control.

But what happened next was beyond Klein's expectations. Under Miss Wraith's control, the homeless man raised his hands, grabbed his neck directly, and exerted force slowly.

"Miss Resentful Soul wants to silence her directly?" Klein was taken aback. This kind of thing is not surprising. For extraordinary people, the lives of ordinary people are insignificant.
But Klein immediately realized that if Miss Wraith wanted to kill the other party, she could do it in an instant, without the trouble of possessing a body.

"Is she also probing?" Klein suddenly wondered.

Unlike her own direct divination, Miss Wraith's method is simpler and more brutal.

Sure enough, anyone who can go on the path of the extraordinary is cautious.

Klein stood still and stared at the homeless man. His dirty face turned purple due to suffocation, but there was no sign of breaking free from Miss Wraith's control.

At the moment when death was approaching, Miss Wraith let go of her hand.

Then, she manipulated the homeless man's body and walked slowly towards the distance.

"This is the best." Klein was a little relieved, the ability of this Miss Wraith is indeed very practical in certain occasions.

"There should be no other ordinary people around."

Looking at the homeless man's back, Klein suddenly felt something was wrong.

"and many more--"

"If the assassin wants to do something, now is the best time to take advantage of Miss Wraith's manipulation of the homeless man!"

As soon as this idea popped up, Klein immediately felt horrified, and spirituality also began to frantically warn.

"Turn the tiger away! The homeless man is just a bait!"

He jumped to the side without hesitation. At the same time, the container next to him suddenly shattered, and the pouring liquid burst towards Klein's original position.

zizi.

The sound of the iron container being corroded can be heard endlessly. Klein stabilized his body through the extremely sensitive sense of balance and control brought by the clown sequence. He stood on top of another container and discovered the liquid in a blink of an eye. It turned out to be blood.

"The assassin has been lurking next to me! How is that possible?"

"Did they know in advance that I would come here? Divination? Or some other extraordinary ability?"

It was too late to think more, Klein instinctively raised the revolver, quickly pulled the trigger, and several enchanted bullets shot towards the figure that emerged from the container with brilliance.

The figure didn't dodge, but rushed over directly, allowing all the bullets to penetrate into the flesh.

Only then did Klein see the other person's face clearly. It was a man with a height of two meters, wearing a black priest uniform, with light yellow curly hair and dark brown eyes like a beast.

Flesh and flesh squirmed on the opponent's arms, and accompanied by the stench of blood, the opponent came to the front door in an instant.

"Sequence 7, even Sequence 6!"

Klein was shocked to realize this, and then he realized that he would definitely not be able to fight the opponent in close combat.

Relying on the crisis premonition of the clown sequence, Klein narrowly avoided a blow, lowered his waist in a weird posture, and fell under the container. The sun emblem on his left chest was activated, and a dazzling beam of light was generated. Directly enveloped the man in it.

Klein didn't look at the result, he spread his legs, and frantically ran in the direction Miss Wraith was going.

Apparently, Miss Wraith has also noticed the situation here, she has already got out of the tramp's body, her figure is indistinct, jumping in the mirrors arranged in advance on each container, and quickly passed Tang Sen , and then plunged into the body of the tall man.

The tall man froze immediately, then raised his hands, and twisted his neck neatly.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

Miss Wraith is still reliable, she deserves to be a strong Sequence 5, just a single meeting, she instantly killed this assassin who was unmatched by her.

"However, is it just this level of assassination?" Klein did not relax his vigilance, his thoughts raced quickly: "Impossible, since the devil has predicted my death, then I will definitely appear, and even Miss Wraith cannot resist it." enemy."

"There are still people lurking nearby!"

At this moment, a horrified scream interrupted Klein's thoughts. He turned his head suddenly and saw the homeless man staring at the scene in front of him as if he had just woken up from a dream. sit on the floor.

"Get out of here, quick—"

Klein hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly saw the homeless man's head shoot up into the sky, blood gushing like a fountain.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly retreated behind him, shouting:
"Miss Resentful Soul!"

But the icy cold came, and he found that a pair of pale hands had pinched his neck.

Klein turned his head and saw Miss Wraith's pale face and the strong killing intent in her eyes that seemed to be overflowing.

　Still today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)