Chapter 592 Having Tea with God
Once he thought it was about right, the mad artist smiled and looped the chains around the roof beam, suspending him in mid-air and adjusting his posture as he did so.
With hands raised high, like a victorious contestant.
The mad artist took out several lights to illuminate the exhibits and placed them beside the artwork in the center.
The victor, enveloped in beams of light, was bound by chains piercing his body. Blood-stained flowers grew from his wounds, concealing them and obscuring his vision.
His dim eyes blocked his mouth, preventing him from making a sound; only his weak heart could cry out for help.
After a brief moment of admiring the view, Behringer took out his camera and snapped a picture from every angle, completely satisfied.
After cleaning himself of the blood and the traces in the room, he used a teleportation spell to leave.
After he left, only silence remained.
The peaceful tranquility was shattered when the artwork's family returned, accompanied by piercing screams.
The barely perceptible heartbeat then completely stopped.
Behrfinger, in high spirits, headed towards his next destination.
Good, this target is behaving well and hasn't run around.
When Behffiner appeared, the other party was naturally startled.
The artist politely followed the rules, but he didn't need to get permission from those who were on the church's 'blacklist'.
"Hello, good afternoon. You seem to be doing well these past few days," Behringer said with a smile.
The other person clearly knew what he was there for, and immediately shouted in terror, trying to attract the attention of others.
Behrfinger did not stop him, but watched him with leisure.
Even the most clueless Terao realized that this guy from that mysterious organization must have done something. He immediately knelt down heavily, banging his forehead on the ground, and pleaded in a low voice, "Please, please don't kill me... I..."
Behrfinger raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly genuinely curious, and asked, "Why?"
"I'm still young, I don't want to die, I still have so many things to do, I want to live, I don't want to die!"
Behrfinger chuckled. "But that's no excuse for breaking your promise."
He pulled out a dagger, smiled, and walked towards him. "Come, I'll send you to heaven so you can have some tea with God."
Without the slightest hesitation, he plunged the dagger into his back, stabbing him several more times to make sure he wasn't completely dead.
Böhfinger pulled the knife back and breathed a sigh of relief. "That felt good. I was about to die and they were still arguing with me about all this nonsense. So annoying."
After cleaning up, he left, humming a song.
Of this pile of mission objectives, the ones he liked were turned into works of art, while the ones he didn't like were simply eliminated.
It was late at night the next day when we arrived at the home of our last target.
The lights were still on in the rooms.
Behrfinger yawned and pushed open the door as if it were his own home.
Then he heard the sound of footsteps running towards him, and what followed—
"Mom! Is that you back!?"
It was a little girl's voice. She was wearing dinosaur pajamas and holding a small dinosaur doll in her arms. She was stunned when she saw a person standing in the entryway wearing a white and gold cloak whose face could not be seen.
Who are you?
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