Bang!

The silver bullet flew over a distance of several meters and accurately penetrated the neck of the Tuxedo Clown. Large streams of blood flowed out, staining the skin and the bow tie red.

The Tuxedo Clown couldn't scream, and there was only a hoarse sound in his throat. He wanted to raise his hand to remove the fatal wound, but his shoulder and elbow joints seemed to be filled with glue, and his movements were jerky and slow.

Bang!

Klein, who had entered a semi-meditative state, was not frightened by the blood. He pulled the trigger again, as calmly as if he was doing a daily exercise.

A hideous hole suddenly appeared on the Tuxedo Clown's forehead, and red blood flowed out, dimming the light in his eyes. The power of that exquisite revolver was much stronger than Klein expected.

With his knees bent and his arms hanging down, the clown in tuxedo slowly fell to the ground, his eyes frozen with confusion.

His body twitched a few times, then slowly stretched out, and there was no other movement.

After a shot hit the target, Klein turned around coolly, shook out the revolver, and let the empty shells fall to the ground one by one.

Then, wearing a black suit and a half-high silk hat, he walked towards El Hassan, took out the last silver demon-hunting bullet from his pocket, and stuffed the slender bullet into the magazine.

The reason why he didn't look back at the miserable state of the Tuxedo Clown was purely because of the discomfort of killing someone for the first time, but he had to kill him, because he didn't know what would happen after the other party was completely controlled by the puppet.

Moreover, he did not want to take the risk of entering the influence range of the sealed object "2-04" again. After all, no one could tell whether strange changes would occur this time, making the self-rescue of the "lucky change ritual" ineffective.

As for the items on the Tuxedo Clown, Klein only cared about whether there was the so-called "Clown" potion formula or corresponding clues. However, this was not something that needed to be completed in a hurry. He could do it with Dunn, Al and others later. If the Nighthawks got it, it would be almost the same as if he got it. They couldn't be reluctant to give up the sequence of potion formulas. At most, they would spend more time accumulating credits. Anyway, they had only become "fortune tellers" not long ago, and there was still a long way to go before they could "digest" it.

As his thoughts raced, Klein quickly walked to Al Hassan's side. The gentleman in a gray trench coat with a front opening struggled to sit up several times, but failed each time. He fell and was covered in dirt and dust.

"Mr. Hassen, is there anything I can do for you?" He squatted down and asked, with the revolver in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground to prevent accidental firing.

Al took a breath and sighed:

"That monster is too strong, if it had a weakness"

At this point, he pointed to a sky-blue metal bottle beside him and said self-deprecatingly:

"I wanted to take the medicine, but my hands started shaking."

The sky-blue metal bottle was about the thickness of Klein's thumb and no more than five centimeters high. The lid with hidden spiral patterns fell to the side and was completely soaked by the liquid.

Klein reached out and picked up the vial. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. He replied helplessly:

"Mr. Hassen, there are only a few drops left on the bottle wall."

"Go look for it on Borgia's body, inside, in the inside pocket." Al gasped while speaking.

“Okay.” Klein stood up and asked casually, “Is this a healing potion?”

Items on the mysterious side?

"No, it only has a certain therapeutic effect. It mainly stimulates our spirits and squeezes out the potential of our bodies, allowing us to maintain a good condition for a short period of time, to support us until we return and receive treatment." Al tried to sit up, but failed again. "Its name is 'The Gaze of the Goddess'. Remember to let Borgia drink half of the potion."

Klein did not delay any further. He turned around and quickly walked to the side of the groaning Borgia. He found the standard sky-blue metal bottle from the arms of the semi-conscious Nighthawk.

Unscrewing the lid, he carefully brought the bottle mouth to Borgia's lips.

Borgia sensed something and tried to open his lips.

The bottle tilted, and the dark red liquid flowed into Borgia's mouth.

Estimating the amount, Klein withdrew his hand in time and screwed the bottle cap back on.

The effect of the potion seemed to be really good. A few seconds after Borgia swallowed it, the light in his eyes regained focus and he spoke in a low voice:

"Thanks."

After saying that, he supported himself with his hands and slowly sat up. He first treated his own injuries, then walked towards the unconscious Lolota and Dunn, and took out "The Goddess's Gaze" from the latter's inside pocket.

Klein returned to Al and fed the remaining half bottle of potion into his mouth.

Al gasped for a few times, and his movements suddenly became agile, and he stood up as if he had never been injured.

"I'm going to help Borgia, you take care of your companion." The charming middle-aged man pointed at Leonard Mitchell.

Klein had no objection. He turned around and trotted over to the side of the "poet" Leonard.

"No, I can drink it myself." Leonard, with messy hair hanging down, smiled and raised the sky blue metal bottle in his hand.

Seeing the other party prop up his hands and stand up swiftly, Klein, who was about to criticize him, was suddenly stunned:

Leonard's injury is less serious than I expected.

He has the ability to take the potion in the first place!

In other words, he might have seen my “lucky-change ritual” of taking four steps counterclockwise!

No, this matter is not bad. My silent prayers are all in my heart, and there is no external abnormality in the "lucky change ritual", otherwise Tuxedo Clown would not have been fooled.

But even so, Leonard, who had already recovered but chose to watch, must have seen a lot of things, for example, I was not affected by "2-04" and plotted against the Tuxedo Clown.

Just as Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, Leonard, who was coming towards him, stopped beside him, looked forward and smiled softly:

"I wanted to save you, but I realized you didn't need it."

"Don't worry, there are many special people in this world who can always do things that others can't do, like you."

"For example, me." Leonard raised the corners of his mouth, walked past Klein, and walked towards the awakened Dunn and Lolota.

Narcissist Klein complained secretly, and felt much more relaxed. ..

It seems that Leonard Mitchell also has a lot of secrets. He met up with the main force thoughtfully, watching Captain Dunn put on gloves and pick up the Antigonus family notebook stained with yellow, brown and blood.

The cover of this notebook was made entirely of dark black cardboard. It exuded an ancient and distant aura, with no signs of softening or decay. It was almost identical to what Klein had seen in his dream, so much so that he began to suspect that he would see a fool wearing a gorgeous headdress after opening it.

But he soon realized that he was overthinking it, because Dunn carefully opened his notes for a final confirmation.

Klein couldn't see the words clearly due to the poor angle, but he was sure that there was no fool wearing gorgeous clothes and gorgeous headdresses.

"Well, no problem." Dunn closed the notebook and held it tightly, then looked at Al and the others and said, "For the next few days, store it and Sealed Artifact '2-04' behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City until you recover, or Backlund sends someone over."

Hearing this, Klein felt a little disappointed, but also fortunate. He really wanted to read the Antigonus family's notes again to find out the cause of death of the original owner, Welch, and Naya, but he felt that this ancient item was full of misfortune and always brought disaster, so he didn't dare to touch it.

Handing it over to the church headquarters and sealing it tightly is the best option, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay." Al Hassan, Borgia and Lorota nodded, turned around and came to the sealed object "2-04".

They woke each other up, stuffed the puppet, which had somehow regained its mobility, back into the cracked iron-black box, and monitored it closely.

"Everything is fine." Al's tone was a little more relaxed.

Inside the iron-black box that was only dimly lit, the puppet wrapped in an oily cloth creaked and turned over, so that its face painted with clown paint was facing the light source.

On this strange face, below the pure black pupils without pupils, two tiny, barely visible dark red cracks appeared.

Meanwhile, Dunn, Leonard, and a courageous Crane search the body of the Tuxedo Clown, finding all sorts of oddities including paper flowers, handkerchiefs, playing cards, and pieces of glass.

However, apart from this, the other party did not bring anything valuable or that could provide any clues.

Well, except for the wallet with seven or eight pounds and a dozen soli. Klein sighed quietly.

Thinking of money, he immediately lowered his head and examined himself, his face almost falling.

His suit, which was worth several pounds, had five or six places that needed to be mended due to rubbing against each other, and was covered in stains of dirt and dust.

Dunn glanced at him, his lips curled up slightly as he said:

"All losses incurred during the mission can be reimbursed."

Upon hearing the word "invented" by Emperor Roselle, Klein's mood suddenly became happy:

Well, this suit can still be worn after a good cleaning and repair, and it is still decent enough.

Once the reimbursement comes down, you can buy another set and form a rotation!

Well, I'm not the kind of person who uses reimbursement money for other purposes.

But I have to consider "combat suits" in the future. For example, if the captain's black windbreaker is made of slightly inferior material, it will be much cheaper than a tuxedo. Leonard has not liked to wear formal clothes for a long time. Is this a consideration?

"Let Frye handle the body and see if he can identify his original appearance and find relevant clues." Dunn touched the paint on the Tuxedo Clown's face with his gloves.

Afterwards, they searched the innermost warehouse and saw several lumps of blood and flesh that looked like they had been crushed by huge rocks, and white broken bones scattered everywhere.

"Rail Bieber should be using an ancient ritual to absorb the power contained in the notebook, just like we directly take higher-grade sequence potions. This is full of dangers and requires an undisturbed environment and a certain period of deep sleep. This should be the reason why he has not left Tingen yet." Dunn examined it and guessed the possibility.

Hearing this description, the black-haired lady Lolota smiled palely:

"It's a pity that he was woken up early by us. His anger when he woke up was really unforgettable."

"This is a form of loss of control." Dunn looked at Klein and said, half explaining and half teaching.

"Then why doesn't he just leave Tingen and try to absorb it somewhere else?" Klein asked puzzledly.

Al Hassan smiled and pointed at his head.

"Those who are affected by ancient powers or evil powers are usually not very useful here."

At this time, Dunn took a breath and said with a hint of pain:

"Leonard, you are in good condition. Stay here and don't let ordinary people get close to us. Collect the remains of Riel Biber immediately and return with them, the seal, and the Antigonus family's notes. Ask Fry, Luo Yao, and the police to come over."