Out of control? Klein's heart tightened, and he almost blurted out a question.

Although Dunn and Old Neil often emphasized the dangers and probability of loss of control in front of him, this was still the first time he encountered such a thing. For a moment, he felt panic, confusion, fear, sadness, and very complicated feelings.

"Among the incidents we deal with every year, a quarter are Extraordinary People losing control, and among this quarter, a large number are our teammates." Dunn's past words flashed through his mind, making his reaction seem to become slow.

Old Neil, who had experienced too many similar incidents, immediately asked:

"Where is the out-of-control person? What do we need to do?"..

Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought that a slick and lazy "semi-retired person" like Old Neil would find an excuse to reject Swain's request, or extort a large sum of money before trying to help. He never expected that the other party would not hesitate at all and directly get involved, not caring about the difference between the Nighthawks and the Punishers.

Looking at the serious-looking old Neil, Klein suddenly understood one thing. Whether it was the Nighthawks, the Punishers, or the members of the Mechanical Heart, their goal was to prevent supernatural powers from harming innocent people and to maintain the peace and stability of Tingen City. If they encountered a dangerous and urgent situation, they had to fulfill their responsibilities!

At this time, Swain replied unusually briefly:

"Be my assistant!"

He didn't explain why he lost control or where the person was, and walked quickly towards the exit.

This former captain of the Mandated Punisher was clearly just an old man addicted to alcohol, but Klein found that he could not keep up with him. He had to jog to barely keep up with the team.

He turned his head to glance at Old Neil, only to see that this "secret peeper" who was showing signs of aging also started running.

The three men ignored the gazes of the guards along the way. One was wearing an old naval officer's uniform, one was wearing a dark classical robe, and one was wearing a knee-length black thin windbreaker. They rushed out of the billiard room and the Dragon Bar.

The customers who were drinking, pouring beers, and refueling instinctively turned their eyes away from the dogs catching mice and glanced at Klein and the others.

"Is it Boss Swain?"

"What is he in such a hurry to go out for?"

"Someone is evading a debt?"

Amid the muted discussions, some drinkers turned their attention back to the cage, cheering once again to vent the depression they had during the day, while others were more alert and vaguely a little uneasy.

Dengdengdeng!

Klein and Old Neil followed Swain to the other side of the road and ran into the real dock area.

"On that ship." Swain slowed down his pace and pointed to an inland cargo ship docked not far away. "Two members of the Mandated Punishers are dealing with the out-of-control person on it, preventing him from entering the Tussock River. You help me influence him and control him, and I will handle the rest."

Old Neil took a few breaths like a bellows and said:

"Okay, but, but you need to give me a minute, huh, a minute to recover."

Swain nodded, said nothing more, rushed onto the cargo ship and joined the battle.

Listening to the bang bang bang sounds of fighting above, Old Neil glanced at the slightly nervous Klein, took out a silver piece the size of a baby's palm from his waist pocket, and handed it over, saying:

"Sleeping spell. The opening spell is the word 'night' in the ancient Hermetic language. After reciting the spell, infuse your spirituality into it and throw it at the target within three seconds."

“Hmm!” Klein reached out to take it, feeling touched.

Both the front and back of the amulet were engraved with spells written in Hermetic, as well as symbolic symbols, corresponding spiritual numbers and magical signs. He did not need to open his clairvoyance, but could perceive the obscure, quiet and deep mysterious power simply by relying on inspiration.

Old Neil straightened up, took out the same silver talisman from his secret bag and held it in his palm. He walked towards the cargo ship and joked:

"Don't be nervous. Relax and think about other things. For example, I lent you that talisman. If you use it, remember to make a new one and return it to me. Of course, you can wait until next month when the material quota is restored before doing this."

This is worthy of the experienced old Neil Klein. He put the talisman into his left pocket, reached out and took out the revolver from the gun bag under his armpit, and adjusted the firing position and trigger.

"I don't think I'm nervous anymore." Holding a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, he and Old Neil walked steadily up the gangway and boarded the cargo ship.

This cargo ship has obvious signs of its time. Although it is powered by steam and has an additional chimney, it still retains its previous configurations such as masts and sails. It only has a metal shell on the surface, some parts are made of steel, and many parts are still made of wood.

The bang-bang-bang sounds of the fight became more intense. Just as Klein and Old Neil were about to find an entrance to the cabin, they suddenly heard a loud clanging noise mixed with a crackling sound.

The side of the wooden cabin broke instantly, thorns flew everywhere, and a figure fell out and hit the side of the ship.

Klein didn't bother to look at the figure's injuries. His eyes were completely focused on the monster that was flying towards the rift.

The monster was over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a tattered shirt and trousers. Its exposed parts were covered with dark green scales, and the gaps between its hands and feet were covered with membranes, like the webbed feet of some aquatic animals.

It has a wrinkled head that vaguely resembles a human, and its scales are covered in mucus that keeps dripping down.

Sizzle!

The dark green slime slightly corroded the deck, leaving distinct marks.

Bang! The monster that tried to break out of the rift was hit by Swain from the side, and was knocked back two steps.

Bang, bang, bang! The muscular Swain was obviously not as strong as the monster, and although his fists and feet hit the monster, they could not break the scales, and it was difficult to cause any substantial damage. For a moment, he was in a very awkward state and on the verge of collapse.

If it weren't for his amazing ability to balance, and if there weren't another Mandated Punisher moving with him and firing to distract him, Klein suspected that the blue-eyed old man would have been beaten to death by the monster.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Swain kept backing away, and then kept moving forward, like a moth that flies toward a flame even though it knows it is there.

However, Klein could sense that he was accumulating something and waiting for something.

Bang!

Swain was knocked back a few steps, blocking the view of the other Punisher.

The monster seized the opportunity and immediately rushed towards the rift.

It's going to escape the cabin and jump into the Tussock River!

Looking at the wrinkled and slimy head, Klein raised his right hand and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The silver demon-hunting bullet hit the monster's torso as he expected, but only broke the scales and embedded more than half of them.

The monster immediately let out an ear-piercing scream, exerted force with its feet, and pounced out like the wind, toward Klein.

A strong fishy smell wafted into his nose, and Klein suddenly ducked and rolled to the side.

Clang! He felt the ship shake and debris hit him.

At the same time, he heard an old and deep voice, which read out a spell in the ancient Hermes language:

"Night!"

Klein rolled twice more, not bothering to pick up his cane. He raised his gun and looked up, only to see Old Neil calmly throwing the talisman in his hand when he was not far away from the monster.

The silver sheet was soon covered by dark red flames and made a slight explosion sound.

The deep, quiet power dissipated in an instant, and the monster that almost smashed the side of the ship began to shake, and its movements became slow.

At this time, Swain ran out of the cabin, approached the monster, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and swung several punches like a machine gun, all of which hit the opponent's head with a bang.

But he could only create cracks and could not cause fatal damage. However, Klein could feel that the blue-eyed old man's accumulation was about to reach its peak.

Bang! The monster seemed to have recovered, and swung its forearm back, sending Swain back five steps, each step causing cracks on the deck.

Seeing that the monster was about to turn around and jump off the cargo ship, Klein quickly took out the "Sleeping Talisman" from his pocket with his left hand.

Then, he skillfully pronounced a word from the ancient Hermetic language:

"Night!"

Suddenly, Klein felt the silver talisman in his palm become cold, like accumulated snowflakes.

Without thinking too much, he infused his own spirituality into the talisman, pulled his shoulders, swung his arms, and threw it at the monster.

At this moment, the fish-man-like monster had jumped into the air.

The dark red flames instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness, and the slight explosion sounded like a hypnotic prelude, spreading rapidly.

Bang!

The monster fell straight onto the dock, curled up into a ball, and briefly entered a semi-sleeping state.

Klein was about to rush to the side of the ship and shoot the monster in the head when he suddenly saw Swain, whose naval officer uniform had been thrown somewhere, rushing out and jumped down after him.

He adjusted his posture in mid-air, and the muscles in his body bulged.

Something that had been suppressed to the extreme erupted in Klein's mind. Swain fell from the sky and smashed into the monster. Then he straightened his back and punched down hard, hitting the opponent's head.

Crack!

The monster's head was torn into pieces, dark red blood and grayish brain tissue were scattered all over the ground, accompanied by dark green mucus.

"Is this one of the abilities of the 'Raging People'?" Klein muttered to himself as he stood beside the broken side of the ship.

Old Neil covered his left hand, moved closer, and looked down as well.

At this moment, Swain stood up straight and stood there, staring deeply at the lifeless monster under his feet.

He took out a deflated metal wine bottle from somewhere, pulled off the lid, gulped down a small portion of it, then tilted the bottle mouth, aimed it at the monster, and poured all the remaining liquor onto it.

After doing all this, Swain seemed to have suddenly become older, with his back and waist hunched a little.

Old Neil sighed, looked at the scene below, and whispered to Klein:

"I know this out-of-control Mandated Punisher. He has followed Swain for 20 to 30 years. He has cleared out water ghosts that came ashore to kill people, and captured evil Beyonders who tried to escape by diving from the Tussock River."

He didn't continue speaking, but Klein could hear his hidden meaning:

Such a "guard" who had made many contributions and killed many monsters eventually turned into a monster.

This is not an isolated case; it is a possible outcome for many Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Heart members.