Chapter 314: Rapid Change
Was it mental suggestion, the transformation of the "Faceless Man", or the "Apostle of Desire" who instigated her to rebel?
In an instant, several possibilities flashed through Klein's mind, but he immediately realized that both he and Isengard had made a low-level mistake that should not have been made.
The seeds of fear of the "Apostle of Desire" are not only effective on ordinary people!
Rather, the "emotional breakdown" that affected most of the detectives present was only a part of the Apostle of Desire's overall plan. He did not expect a few ordinary people who were in extreme panic to kill everyone with revolvers, nor did he even expect them to hurt anyone.
His sole purpose in catalyzing the fear in the detectives' hearts was to mislead the remaining Beyonders into thinking their abilities were incapable of controlling true Beyonders.
And now, the fear that had long been buried in Kaslana's heart erupted at the right time, causing her to lose the ability to distinguish between friend and foe. In one blow, she killed the brain of the team, as well as Isengard, who possessed the magical item "Mechanical Heart" that could communicate!
A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind, but Klein's movements were still incredibly swift. He kicked Kaslana, who had sent Isengard flying, back at him with her red eyes. His right hand reached into his windbreaker like lightning, pulling out another small-caliber revolver he used as a secondary weapon. He pointed the muzzle forward, ready to continue his attack.
"Bang!"
The first sound was that of a simulated gunshot from Klein. He raised his right hand, which had been supporting the ground just now, to his waist, extended his index finger forward, and an air bullet flew out from his fingertips, accurately hitting the wrist of the female detective holding the gun.
Amidst the splattering blood, the small revolver spun onto the carpet and rolled a long distance away.
The severe pain brought back a bit of sanity to this extraordinary person who was terrified and instinctively attacked her companions. She covered her injured wrist, took two steps back, and knelt on the carpet because of exhaustion after the excitement.
Her eyes were still bloodshot, but no longer as crazy as before, and the ferocious expression faded, stained with an unhealthy crimson.
"Ms. Kaslana, are you okay?"
Lydia, the female assistant standing by, raised a pistol, aiming it at her employer Kaslana, who was clearly not in her right mind, and then at Klein, who had shot and wounded her. Her face was filled with fear, and she didn't know what to do.
Even though she had personally experienced many strange cases, the scene at this moment was far beyond her imagination.
"Relax, the situation is similar to before. Ms. Kaslana was overcome by fear and acted irrationally. Look, she's slowly returning to normal."
Klein casually comforted the young girl while looking at Isengard Stanton, who had been kicked to the fireplace. Kaslana's full-strength blow out of fear had twisted the old detective's neck at a strange angle, his trachea compressed by the deformed neck, and he let out a "hehe" sound.
Fortunately, at least he is still alive...
"No, Mr. Stanton, she kicked Mr. Stanton to death!"
Following the terrified cry, Klein looked over and spotted another assistant huddled in the corner. This young man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and meticulously combed brown hair, was holding a chair across his body, intending to attack or block an attack. His face, hiding behind the chair, was filled with fear, as if...
Just like the detectives when the riot broke out just now.
"Don't be afraid! Isengard hasn't..."
Klein secretly thought that this was not good and immediately spoke to comfort the young assistant, the only one on the field without combat experience.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
The gold-rimmed glasses on the young man's face lost their support and slid off his nose. Along with them fell pieces of human tissue cut into regular squares, including skin and flesh, hair, eyeballs and teeth, which rolled to the ground like collapsed building blocks.
Not only his head, but also his body wrapped in clothes and pants was in the same situation. The shirt and trousers could block the splattered blood, but they could not support the torn body. The living man who was holding the armchair a few seconds ago turned into a corpse in front of Klein, piled up in the corner of the living room.
Click.
Only then did the chair he was holding fall to the ground, tumbling several times before stopping in front of Klein.
Fear! Just the fear in his heart was enough to allow the Apostle of Desire to kill this poor man remotely!
Klein's heart went cold. He knew he had to remain calm at this moment, but seeing a living person who had just been serving him tea and cleaning the living room die miserably before his eyes still made him feel a little nervous.
Who would be next? Kaslana, who hadn't recovered from her madness yet, her assistant, who wasn't even a Beyonder yet, or me, the only one still able to fight?
As his thoughts turned, he saw the dark red liquid flowing out from under the "minced meat" turn pitch black, flowing along the carpet to the center of the living room, then gushing out of the ground, arching upwards, and instantly forming a black figure that absorbed all light.
It looked like a human figure covered by a black curtain, with no visible hands or feet, only a pair of emotionless blue eyes visible at head height.
Just by looking into those eyes for a moment, Klein felt an extremely strong desire and emotion.
Madness, anger, jealousy, hunger... it was as if the strongest emotions of thousands of people were gathered together and transmitted to his mind through his sight.
There is no doubt that this is the "Apostle of Desire".
Yeah, why does he have to choose his next victim?
Isengard, who could communicate with the "Mechanical Heart", had a broken neck and was in critical condition; another Beyonder, Kaslana, was struck by fear and collapsed after the outbreak. Her assistant was just an ordinary person, holding a revolver and at a loss; the last Beyonder, Klein, in order to avoid possible body searches and inspections, placed most of his magical combat items on the gray fog, and only carried a pistol and special ammunition.
After the "Apostle of Desire" detonated the seeds of fear one after another, lured away the official extraordinary people, and caused internal strife among the remaining extraordinary people to reduce their combat effectiveness, this living room, in his ability to perceive danger, became like his own back garden and he could come and go freely.
As long as he kills these extraordinary detectives who are banding together to protect themselves, he can kill the rest of them without any effort, right?
Yeah?
The next second, the warm living room seemed to have entered a cold winter. A sharp wind blew, and a thick layer of ice instantly formed on the carpet, walls and ceiling. Even the blazing fire in the fireplace was extinguished in the cold, leaving only the gas lamp in the lampshade emitting a faint light.
In the center of the cold air, the invisible Apostle of Desire had his half of the body close to the ground frozen to the carpet, and his upper body was extremely stiff. His eyes suddenly widened, and his blue eyes were full of confusion.
Why did the advantageous situation he painstakingly planned, patiently waited, and worked so hard to create suddenly become disadvantageous to him?
Before his eyes, the elderly detective, whom he had already sentenced to death, glowed faintly. The vibrant energy came from a gemstone-encrusted diamond ring on his finger, quickly healing the detective's fatal wound. With his hands regained strength, Isengard pushed himself up from the ground, pulled out a small golden telegraph with a loudspeaker, and whispered to his lips:
"He's here."
He is here!
The same sound roared like thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.
At the side, Klein, with a smile on his face again, took out a pistol from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, cocked the hammer, pointed the black muzzle at the Apostle of Desire, and the demon-hunting bullet was ready to be fired.
Behind the Apostle of Desire, on the only patch of ground untouched by the ice, a graceful figure gradually emerged. Angel, gun in one hand and bone spur in the other, channeled a continuous stream of frost power through the spiderwebs that dotted the room, striking the immobilized shadow.
Thanks to the leader of the alliance "Dan Gou" for the reward. I wanted to add more chapters, but there is really not a drop left...
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