Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 212 The clown kills the magician

"So this is what you do."

A faint voice sounded not far behind the man in the cloak, which startled him. He immediately turned around and snapped his fingers. The torch on the wall of the alley not far away seemed to be blown by the wind, and the jumping flames rippled slightly. The next moment, the cloak The man disappeared out of thin air and appeared at the wall.

The man in the cloak with his face covered in oil paint did not waste any time. He quickly moved his cheeks, simulating a 'bang' sound, causing invisible air bullets to shoot out and hit him hard not far from his original position. At the same time, he was idle His left hand quickly groped under the cloak.

But the air bomb he fired only hit the stone floor hard, making a distinct echoing sound, and even shattered a small piece of the stone paved ground. A piece of gravel splashed out, hitting the person who was huddled up. The messy-haired boy on the ground had a small bloody cut on the side of his face.

"Bang!" As a crisp gunshot sounded, a demon-hunting bullet accurately hit the temple of the cloaked man, and a figure wearing a black formal suit and a top hat also appeared just a few steps away from the torch on the wall. Location a few steps away.

Klein held down his top hat with one hand, raised the revolver in his hand with the other, and fired three bullets quickly in three different directions without stopping. These three bullets were different from the silver demon-hunting bullet just now. It's an ordinary brass bullet, and its purpose is just to force the opponent.

boom!
The air exploded, and the silver demon-hunting bullets penetrated the cloaked man's temple without any hindrance. His body was torn apart and every inch was lost. However, they lost their thickness and turned into shreds of paper.

The one who was hit turned out to be just a paper double of the cloaked man!
"Damn it." The next moment, the cloaked man's figure appeared not far from Klein. He was about to move his cheeks to make a sound to create an air bomb to attack Klein, but suddenly he covered his left arm and let out a scream.

It turned out that one of the bullets that Klein had just fired casually in the surroundings happened to hit the iron sign at the entrance of the alley, and coincidentally was refracted at a weird angle, hitting the bullet that passed through the paper mannequin and the flame jumping The arm of a cloaked man appeared behind Klein.

good chance! Klein's eyes lit up. He quickly backed away and raised his hand to snap his fingers. The 'Soul Soother' lapel pin on his shirt flashed and 'Frenzy' was activated.

The main ability of this Sequence 7-level extraordinary item is to 'pacify', but at the same time, it also has simple psychological suggestion and 'crazy' abilities. It can not only 'pacify' problems such as madness and loss of control, but it can also reverse the problem. Make the other person become crazy and lose their mind.

At the same time, Klein also raised the revolver in his hand and fired the last silver demon-hunting bullet. Then he rolled over and did not look at the result of his attack. Instead, he nimbly rushed towards the opponent. Changing magazines while running.

The revolver he bought from Caspars at the Brave Bar only has five bullets. Since he only went to see a show with his brother and sister this time, he didn't carry too many bullets - —Furthermore, there were only six demon-hunting bullets left that he had taken away from the Church of Night. In order to avoid wasting them, he did not use them all in one go.

Before deciding to take action, he had already done a simple divination and determined that the opponent's Sequence was most likely the 'Magician' of Sequence 7 - this was also thanks to the tuxedo clown who appeared during the last battle in the dock warehouse. If If it weren't for the extremely similar paint makeup on their faces, he wouldn't have thought of this.

But Klein was a little confused - this cloaked man seemed to be much weaker than the tuxedo clown back then. You must know that back then they were a complete Nighthawks team led by two Sequence 7s and also carried sealed artifacts. This took a lot of effort. It took a lot of effort to kill the opponent, but the guy in front of him
So weak. Klein rushed to the cloaked man in a few steps, took advantage of the time difference to quickly change the bullets in the revolver, raised the gun with one hand and pressed the trigger again.

The man in the cloak was hit by a bullet first, and then was disturbed by the frenzy released by the 'Psychic Soother'. This caused him to fail to dodge in time and completely avoid Klein's second demon-hunting bullet. He only barely leaned his body back. , the silver bullet penetrated his body from his waist, and a bloody flower bloomed.

This caused his body to pause as he tried to roll to avoid it. His body was out of control due to the sudden pain and the madness that had not completely subsided. His feet slipped and he fell heavily into a puddle left by the evening rain.

The thought flashed through the cloaked man's mind quickly. He didn't have time to think about it. He immediately endured the pain and got up from the ground. While firing air bombs in the direction of Klein, he reached into his pocket, but only grabbed a few. Soaked and broken paper figures.

At this time, Klein was already close at hand, and he could even see the ferocious expression on the face of the cloaked man opposite him, as well as the large blood stains from the two wounds on his arm and waist.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

There were three consecutive gunshots, and one bullet after another hit the cloaked man in the head with his desperate eyes, lifting off his hood and breaking his head.

thump!
The man in a cloak with a slightly bald head leaned back, and his pair of slightly sinister dark green eyes quickly lost their vitality, becoming cloudy and dim, and fell heavily to the ground.

call!
Klein took a deep breath, raised the muzzle of the revolver that was still hot in his hand, and put the talisman he had always held tightly in his other hand back into his pocket. He bent down to pick up the bullet casings that fell on the ground. He put them into the iron cigarette box he carried with him, and then cautiously stepped forward to check on the body.

This is a rather thin man who looks to be of a certain age. The hairline on his head is quite Loen-style. He has brown hair, slightly long cheeks, a hooked nose, and several deep wrinkles on his forehead. His face is The upper part was covered by streaks of oil paint, making it difficult to see his appearance.

Klein tightened his grip on the pistol, squatted down, and groped for the other party's body covered by a black cloak.

One pocket, two pockets, three pockets, twelve pockets. How come there are so many pockets sewn on this man's cloak? Is it true that during the battle, he won't take the wrong thing because of the wrong pocket? Klein muttered in his mind, quickly rummaged through the corpse, and placed a small pile of things found on the other party on the ground beside him.

Among them were a blood-stained wallet, two small pockets, a few cards with unknown functions, three bronze keys, a pipe with nothing stuffed in it, a sheathed dagger, and several paintings. Incomplete playing cards, some bottles and jars with unknown uses, a white crystal pendulum, a few coins, some soaked and broken paper figures, a box of wet matches and a few candles .

(End of this chapter)