Under the bright afternoon sun, Klein, whose clothes were stained with dust, quickly adjusted the firing position of the revolver and turned on the corresponding device, allowing himself to be in a state where he could shoot and hit the enemy at any time, allowing the brass-colored metal of the gun to reflect a flowing brilliance.
He held the gun in one hand, stretched it forward, and was alert to possible changes around him.
At the same time, he was a little worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hassan who was wearing a gray double-breasted windbreaker, because they were both "nightmares" and were better at influencing the enemy secretly. He didn't know if they could succeed in a head-on confrontation.
Just as Klein was thinking, Al Hassan slowed down his pace and his expression became calm and sad.
He opened his mouth and recited a poem that made people feel peaceful and as if they were in the night:
"Whenever the sun sets in the west"
"Dewdrops adorn the evening's clothes"
"She is as pale as the moon without makeup"
"Or like the stars that accompany the moon"
"Evening primrose nourished by night dew"
"A graceful and delicate flower bloomed"
“Like a hermit hiding from the sun”
…… (Note 1)
As the chanting sound echoed back, Klein almost lost the tense feeling and completely relaxed.
Fortunately, he had similar experiences before and was not in the direction that Al Hassan was facing, so he quickly calmed his mind and used a semi-meditative state to resist the influence of the "poetry".
Huh... He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any doubts about Dunn and Al's ability to fight in a head-on battle.
Because he had just been promoted for a short time, he was not particularly familiar with sequence potions. He had just forgotten that Sequence 7 "Nightmare" was advanced from Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", which could fully retain the previous abilities and have a slight improvement.
Klein's impression of the "Midnight Poet" all came from Leonard Mitchell. He knew that this profession also inherited the special features of the "Insomniac". It was good at fighting, shooting, climbing, and sensing. It was also good at using poems of different styles to have different effects on the creatures around it. In short, it was a violent poet.
As Al Hassan was chanting, ripples suddenly appeared beside the piles of large wooden boxes, and a man in a black tuxedo and a half-high silk hat emerged.
However, the man's face was painted with red, yellow and white paint, making him look like a clown with the corners of his mouth turned upside down, which formed an absurd and ridiculous contrast with his formal attire as if he was attending a dinner party.
Bang, bang, bang! The black-haired Lolota, who was introduced as a sharpshooter, sprinted quickly, holding a gun in one hand and clenching a fist with the other, and approached the clown in a tuxedo in a few steps.
The Tuxedo Clown seemed to be affected by Al Hassan's poem. His body swayed slightly, his eyes were calm and peaceful, and he had no intention of resisting at all.
Bang! The black-haired lady Lorota took a boxing step, raised her arm and swung her fist, hitting the clown in the face.
Bang!
The air exploded, and the Tuxedo Clown suddenly shattered like a mirror, piece by piece, and quickly evaporated and disappeared.
At this moment, in the dark place of the wooden boxes a few steps away, the figure of the clown in a tuxedo was quickly outlined and reappeared.
The guy who was affected just now was just an illusion! Just a performance!
The clown in tuxedo had his mouth wide open with his usual funny smile. He held down his half-top hat with one hand and raised the other hand to snap his fingers.
Bang!
His snap of fingers made the sound of gunfire, and Lolota dodged by diving to the left and rolling continuously.
However, nothing happened except for the virtual gunshot.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dunn and Al each raised their guns and fired steadily. The clown in a tuxedo moved left and right, retreated and rolled, and his body was so agile that it seemed as if he was performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady Lolota rushed over from somewhere. Known as a sharpshooter, she still twisted her waist, swung her arms, and punched the enemy.
Bang!
The Tuxedo Clown had no time to dodge and raised his left arm to block the fist.
Seeing him pause, Dunn and Al took aim without hesitation and pulled the trigger.
At this moment, the arm of the Tuxedo Clown that was pressing against Lorota's fist suddenly ignited with an orange flame.
But in a flash, the flames enveloped the Tuxedo Clown and spread towards Lolota.
Bang! Bang! Dunn and Al's revolvers fired, hitting the flame.
The flames burned rapidly, and soon only black dust was left. However, the figure of the clown in the tuxedo appeared again not far away, half-hiding behind several stacked wooden boxes.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Bang!
Amid the virtual gunshots, Lolota suddenly stopped and did not attack. Mud splattered in front of her and bullet holes appeared.
This attack from Tuxedo Clown is no longer an illusion!
It is really difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Tuxedo Clown snapped his fingers repeatedly, dodging and appearing from time to time and engaging in a shooting match with Dunn and Al.
Seeing this scene, Lolota narrowed his eyes and raised the dark golden long-barreled revolver in his left hand.
Bang!
The clown in tuxedo suddenly squatted and shrank back, avoiding the fatal blow, and his half-high silk hat flew backwards and fell into the dust, with obvious scorch marks and bullet holes on it.
After a few rolls, he climbed up the stacked wooden boxes as nimbly as a curly-haired baboon, snapped his fingers from above, and fired air bullets.
Al Hassan stepped back, lowered his pistol, and began to chant again:
"Her beauty is only open to the night"
"But the night is blind to beauty"
"My love for her was totally blind"
…… (Note 1)
The clown in a tuxedo kept jumping between the wooden boxes. Suddenly, he raised his hand to pick his ears and looked at Al with a fixed funny smile.
Did he block his ears beforehand? The sequence potion that the Secret Society possessed was quite strange... Klein watched from afar and had some guesses in his mind.
Just as the thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly saw a figure appear on the top of the warehouse on the side, and quickly ran towards the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.
The figure was wearing off-white dock worker's clothing, and his face seemed to be painted with red, yellow and white paint.
The clown in tuxedo was responsible for leading the captain and the others away, and someone else went to take the notes? Klein's thoughts wandered, and he subconsciously raised his right hand and shot at the figure on the roof.
He had just taken aim and given some lead time when the figure suddenly squatted and turned over instead of running.
Bang!
Klein pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the figure suddenly stopped, with blood spurting out of his body.
The figure looked over here in astonishment, endured the pain, and continued to rush towards the innermost warehouse.
Let's learn about random shooting skills... Klein's mouth twitched, and he pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof next to the figure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leonard and Borgia also fired their shots, but neither hit the figure.
Klein wanted to complain that their shooting skills were not as good as his, but the finger on the trigger suddenly stopped there.
Yes! Why stop him?
Didn't I predict that the warehouse was extremely dangerous? Wouldn't it be a good idea to let this guy explore the way and step on a landmine?
Leonard and Mr. Borgia probably have the same purpose...
As the thought flashed through his mind, Klein raised the barrel of his gun and shot upwards at the bird.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid a few gunshots, the figure reached the roof of the innermost warehouse without any hindrance.
He dove down suddenly, hit the ground with his elbow, and fell in along with the broken roof.
Along with this voice, the eyes of the black-haired lady Lolota suddenly turned dark, and her left hand made a strange downward pulling motion.
The Tuxedo Clown's tumbling and jumping movement suddenly froze, as if his ankle was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
But Dunn did not shoot immediately, but lowered his revolver.
He opened his mouth, and without moving his Adam's apple, he used his own spirituality to resonate with the surrounding air. A vague, erratic, and strange voice rang out:
"Her flowers bloom all night long"
"But when the day opens my eyes"
"I was stared at and felt so ashamed that I had nowhere to hide"
"She withered and died in a dizziness"
…… (Note 1)
The Tuxedo Clown's struggling movements suddenly became weak, as if he had lost the will to survive.
Al Hassan raised his pistol, aimed at the enemy, and was about to pull the trigger.
At this moment of lightning and fire, an extremely shrill scream was heard from the innermost warehouse:
"ah!"
The scream contained extremely intense fear, as if something unimaginable and terrible had happened.
Just as Klein was horrified, the screams stopped abruptly, and the innermost warehouse returned to silence, a silence that made his scalp tingle.
Bang!
Al was somewhat affected and the bullet only hit Tuxedo Clown's stomach.
Ho, ho. Ho! The silence of the innermost warehouse was broken again. A gasp that should have been very light suddenly sounded. It grew louder and louder, which aroused everyone's nerves.
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
"2-049" in the iron-black box suddenly became violent and crazy to the extreme.
Note 1: Quoted from "Evening Primrose" by British poet Clare, translated by Feibai.