Chapter 460 The alleys here are quiet.
One punch...
two punches...
three punches...
the fists like steel hammers were swung out again and again, and each time they hit, there was a sound of bones breaking. Even a Sequence 5 Beyonder would fall to the ground unconscious and pass out after enduring such a severe blow.
Looking at the security guard lying on the ground, the boy's face flushed, and beads of sweat flowed down his forehead. He walked forward and prepared to hit him a few more times to prevent him from standing up again.
"Don't, security guards are also doing their job." Such words came from the crowd next to him, and he suddenly woke up.
Yes, why was he so impulsive? The previous hot blood quickly cooled down. Thinking of the huge medical expenses he might have to pay later, he became a little flustered.
Turning back, the boy saw the man who was about to escape, rushed over, pulled him out of the crowd, and fell to the ground again.
"You!" The man struggled to get up, and his dyed hair gradually rose with wisps of white smoke, and a smell of gunpowder and sulfur emanated from his body.
Suddenly, a pair of curved horns emerged from his forehead, and his body was completely ignited with dark red magic flames.
"It's the 'Demon Transformation' of the Blood Eye Sequence. Tsk, this secret method has a great effect. It seems that he is forced into a corner." The crowd of onlookers commented.
After briefly gaining the blessing of the transformation secret method, the man's strength, speed, and boiling magic activity were greatly improved. He kicked the boy away, and then rushed over again. A hand with claws directly grabbed the boy's neck, and then the dark red magic flames spread instantly and enveloped him.
The suffocating high temperature enveloped the boy, his eyes were blood red, his hands and feet kept waving, and his fists like steel hammers hit the opponent's arms again and again. However, the physical enhancement and self-healing ability brought by the demon transformation made the opponent's arms extremely tough, and he always held the boy's throat firmly.
Although he was a Sequence 5, it was a pity that he studied engineering majors, and metal hardening was just a branch application in the course. The man in front of him was studying the Blood Eye Sequence job for full-time combat.
In the sudden outburst, the opponent of Blood Eye Sequence 4 temporarily suppressed the boy with the help of "Demon Transformation" and forced him into a dead end.
As his brain gradually lacked oxygen, the boy struggled more and more, even a little crazy and mad. The heavy fist became harder and harder, almost completely metalized, and every time it hit, it was like a pile driver.
"Ka-" Finally, the man's arm holding his neck was broken, and the blood-red arm was bent and twisted unnaturally.
The boy's eyes were bloodshot after catching his breath. He roared hoarsely and breathed violently, then grabbed the opponent's demon horns that grew after the transformation, held them tightly, and then struggled hard.
A heart-shaking sound of breaking came from the man's head, and then a large amount of blood flowed from the broken horns. The whole person fell to the ground like mud, shaking up and down slightly.
"Ah-" Seeing that the situation was out of control and there might even be death, some women couldn't help screaming, and many guests began to retreat in panic and prepared to leave the scene.
"Call the police, call the police." Someone said in a panic, and the sound of the band performance in the bar that had been non-stop before also stopped abruptly.
The guests began to flee, while the boy who had been surrounded before was still looking for the younger brother who had beaten him with the man with red eyes.
"It's all your fault."
"You forced me to do it." He didn't know how to end it, and could only rely on instinct to retaliate against those who put him in this situation.
The corridor at the main entrance of the bar was crowded with people, and the stairs outside the side door were also full of guests rushing downstairs. Soon after, a sound of glass breaking was heard, and the crazy boy dragged a younger brother who had beaten him before and fell into the back alley downstairs.
"It's a bit out of control." The man with a clown mask stood in a corner of the rooftop, overlooking the situation below.
He took out the recording board and recorded the data again, and also made a few comments.
[After the target is stimulated, the emotions gradually become excessive and out of control]
"It seems that the side effects are still difficult to eliminate. Well, after all, it's a highly active particle obtained from the primordial sea, so it's inevitable that it's a bit manic." He touched his chin and prepared to leave.
At this time, in the high night sky, the dark red indicator light slowly passed by, and then a silver bullet passed through the night and hit the back of the clown man's head directly.
Blood splattered, and he fell from the rooftop into the alley below which was full of debris.
Soon, a suspended motorboat rushed down from the sky and caught up with the falling position.
A flash of light exploded in the dark alley, followed by the sound of gunfire and fighting. The clown masked man who was shot before did not fall to the ground at this moment, but while dodging the opponent's bullets, he kept throwing objects around to interfere with the opponent.
"Hey, are you here to kill me?"
He said in a sinister voice, and then turned his head and dodged the bullets shot by the opponent. It was better to say that he dodged the point where the muzzle was aimed than to say that he dodged the bullets.
After dodging another shot, the clown man caught the boy who fell in the alley before and the unconscious younger brother, and relied on these two human shields to block in front of him.
"Oh, you really didn't shoot, it seems that your origin is easy to guess." His mask pulled, making people realize how arrogant the face behind him was smiling.
Then, at the moment when the opponent paused, the clown man suddenly threw a ball from behind the opponent's sight, and a violent flash appeared.
Taking advantage of this blinding moment, he moved quickly and rushed in front of the opponent, and the flash also illuminated the opponent's appearance.
With short black hair, a masked face, and an ordinary gray T-shirt, if it weren't for the gun in his hand, anyone would think he was just one of the tourists shopping tonight.
The clown man was very fast, almost in 2 seconds, and the man in the gray T-shirt was not slow at all. When the clown man approached, he rolled sideways and fired two shots blindly, one of which hit the clown man's shoulder and the other missed.
After the bullet was fired, the pistol fell out of his hand directly, and the two quickly engaged in close combat.
If the style of the man in the gray T-shirt is capable and quick, with a military style, then the clown man's fighting style is crazy, with almost no rules, relying purely on speed and the sharp claws on his fingertips to suppress.
After a few moves, the man in the gray T-shirt suffered a lot of injuries, and his clothes were torn open, revealing the special gray vest he was wearing underneath.
Logically, this kind of fight and emergency situation would have been recorded by the surrounding surveillance and then automatically reported to the police, but the alley tonight was particularly deserted and quiet.
Then a sizzling sound full of sparks and electricity exploded in the alley, and the two sides that had been fighting before separated.
The man in the gray T-shirt, who was originally unarmed, now held a long-length reflux-type lightsaber in his hand, in which flowed shining silver-gray fine electric light and particles, illuminating the alley.
Unlike the extremely explosive rush-type lightsaber, the reflux-type lightsaber can continuously circulate magic power and high-energy particles, greatly reducing its consumption and allowing it to fight for a long time, but its power is slightly weaker.
After forcing the opponent back with the drawn lightsaber, the man in the gray T-shirt stood firm a little, and the lightsaber in his hand became more and more stable, and the particles in it also rotated faster and faster, with a slight buzzing tremor.
"Although I am not surprised that someone came to kill me, can you tell me who you are?" The clown man stood in place and made a standard bow.
"You don't need to know."
In response, the man in the gray T-shirt stared at the other party. His eyes were as gray as the T-shirt he was wearing.
'The surveillance in the surrounding area has been controlled and started to transmit disguised data. The riot control unit that arrived earlier also carried out electronic deception. You have five minutes to solve the target. 'The voice of a young woman came from the headset.
"I know." His body sank slightly, and then rushed out again.
His body turned sideways in the air, and then the lightsaber chopped down. Seeing the other party approaching, the clown man pretended to scream and threw the two unconscious hostages in his hands.
However, just when he thought that the two hostages would be burned and chopped by the lightsaber, the other party suddenly retracted the sword, directly caught the two people and threw them behind him.
"I am more and more sure which organization you are from." Looking at this scene, the clown man chuckled twice.
"I didn't expect that I would be wanted by the famous 'Fallen Silver Star'. This is really an honor."
'Fallen Silver Star' is a special organization on the Aegika network. Its members keep secrets from each other. The purpose of the organization is extremely rare in today's era, that is, to hunt down those who have committed many evil deeds but are difficult for the federal officials to deal with.
Some people have said that this is a peripheral organization of the Inquisition, but the official has never admitted it, and no one has found evidence to prove that the two are necessarily related.
Compared to the chilling deterrent power of the Inquisition, the Fallen Silver Star is much more upright, even too upright. They are not after profit, but also protect ordinary people involved in the hunt. Everything they do seems to be to maintain some kind of simple justice and kindness.
"T-143 (Joker), you have traveled through 17 star fields in the past 6 years, using innocent and gullible young people as experimental materials, and tricking them into drinking magic potions taken from the depths of the Aegeka Sea." The man in the gray T-shirt said the other party's evidence word by word.
"This type of highly active magic potion has caused 1,031 young people to suffer, of whom 513 died from core fission caused by magic loss of control, 374 people became mentally ill and had permanent brain damage after receiving treatment to remove their extraordinary cores, 84 people mutated due to mental insanity and magic loss of control afterwards, and harmed 187 people, and the remaining 42 people barely maintained their self-awareness, but needed to take mood stabilizers for life."
As he spoke, he took out the photos in his pocket with his other hand and sprinkled them. These photos were taken at various scenes, with young people of different appearances on them, some lying on their backs in a pool of blood, some with bone spurs and fangs and crazy eyes, some with their bodies torn in half and crawling on the ground with difficulty, some with their eyes blank, covered by white blankets and pushed to the emergency room, and some inserted their hands into their bodies and took out their internal organs with a silly smile on their faces.
"Oh, you are really my loyal fan, and you remember the data so clearly. I am so happy and honored, hahahahaha!" The clown laughed.
"However, did you deliberately miss some of them? According to your data, there should be 18 people who survived well, and maybe they will go further in the future. I think they will definitely be very grateful to me for giving them such an opportunity."
"The remaining 18 people did stabilize their mental state and extraordinary cores afterwards, but their personalities gradually became distorted and weird, and the social harm caused afterwards was even far greater than those out-of-control individuals."
"According to the analysis of the high-level AI, you should have taken the drug yourself, which made your mind so abnormal." The man gradually tightened the hilt in his hand.
He took a deep breath, as if suppressing the emotions in his body, and then jumped up suddenly.
In an instant, a violent flash of light bloomed on his body. This trick, which was the same as the enemy, made the clown man lose his perception instantly. At the same time, nearly a hundred armed autonomous units rose on both sides of the alley. They shone with cold light, pressed down the barrels, and the red light of the sight flashed by. Countless bullets poured out like a storm, hitting the opponent, and the silver enchanted bullets continued to penetrate and tear them apart.
[Goodness needs a stronger force to support it, otherwise it will become a hypocritical lie and evasion]
The organization has always remembered the motto of His Highness. When dealing with evil people, it is necessary to concentrate superior forces and go all out to defeat them. Never hold back and win with a gambler's mentality.
He said so much before, not because he wanted to explain anything to the bad guys, but just to delay time, let the supporting self-discipline units get in place, and form an advantageous situation.
After a few seconds, the gunshots stopped, and the barrels of these self-discipline units also smoked and entered a cooling state.
On the ground in the alley, the crazy clown man was lying on the ground, his body was almost broken into pieces, and there were densely pierced hornets everywhere. His blood was also burned dry by the enchanted bullets. There were also a lot of bullet fragments and solutions on the ground, emitting a faint heat.
In mid-air, overlooking the scene below, the man in the gray T-shirt carefully searched the details, and then walked over slowly. He took out the remaining photos in his pocket and sprinkled them on the other person. As long as the source of these photos is searched a little, you can know where they came from, and then tell the police the identity of this person.
"May the silver star fall from here." He clenched his fist and tapped his chest, then stood up and looked up at the starry sky.
In this way, he completed another mission and removed the turbid things that polluted the world.
There is no reward for doing this kind of thing, but he is still willing to risk his life to do it, just to practice his ideals.
Every time he completes a mission, he will feel particularly calm and slightly satisfied, as if the world should be like this.
Simple concentration, when he was about to leave, suddenly his ankle tightened, and a hand grabbed his trouser leg tightly.
What is this! ? He was shocked, and then subconsciously took out the lightsaber.
With a buzzing sound, the lightsaber flashed, and then swung down, and one arm was directly cut off.
But things did not end there. The clown man, who was almost shot into pieces and rags, filled and grew again, like plasticine sticking together again, and then gathered together again.
This phenomenon is simply beyond the current mainstream cognition, that is, after the brain is completely shattered, it can still be resurrected again.
Although he was horrified, the man in the T-shirt still reacted. He quickly retreated and then pressed the communicator on the side of his ear to connect to his teammates tonight.
"The opponent has resurrected again, and his resurrection ability is weird and beyond imagination."
"Received. The autonomous unit has observed the situation and started to deploy backup forces." The same voice came from the headset.
The autonomous unit that had been turned off before opened fire again, continuously shooting, pouring out the remaining bullets, but this time the opponent was prepared, turning his body and running rapidly, avoiding most of the bullets, and then the autonomous unit that ran out of bullets could only stop firing.
"Hehehe~"
As if he had lost consciousness and was acting only on instinct, the clown man dragged his body and rushed towards the T-shirt man at a weird speed.
The lightsaber swung and slashed, and the crossed sword arcs cut the purple-red body that rushed forward, and then a ball of flesh and blood hit the T-shirt man's head, with a hint of sweet and disgusting smell in the wetness.
Blood flowed down his face. He grabbed the piece of meat with one hand and tore it off. At this moment, many buds had grown on the piece of meat, and the way it was waving was particularly terrifying.
He retreated with all his strength, but the opponent still pursued him relentlessly. After several swings and cuts, the piece of meat was cut into small pieces again, which delayed some time.
Frowning at the scattered and squirming flesh in front of him, the T-shirt man pressed the wristband on his left hand, and then the special medicine stored in the wristband was injected into his body through the needle.
Soon, a pale flame rose from his body. This kind of holy flame of the light feather sequence has a strong restraining effect on souls and filthy monsters.
Then he stepped forward again, swung his sword to cut the gathered flesh, and then the holy flame bloomed, burning it continuously, turning it into ashes.
In this way, after a few minutes, the flesh and blood in the entire alley were burned clean.
His face was slightly pale, and he once again vigilantly scanned the whole scene, confirming every detail, looking for possible missed pieces of flesh and blood.
"Behind!" Suddenly, a warning voice came from the headset, and before he could turn around, a tentacle tightly strangled his neck and lifted him up.
After losing the ground to support him, the man with no ability to move could only struggle hard while holding the tentacles wrapped around his neck, but at this moment his magic power had been greatly consumed and he could not burst out with strong power.
With a determined heart, pale flames ignited on his body again, burning the tentacles wrapped around him.
This made him hear some kind of hoarse roar, and even though the tentacles were burned and withered, they quickly recovered on their own, as if they were resisting this kind of damage.
How could this be possible? The man struggled to turn around and finally saw the situation behind him.
The boy and the gangster brother who were originally rescued by him had now become part of the flesh and blood monster, and the flesh and blood monster on the ground had four swimming eyeballs on its body, observing the man in the air from different angles.
Suddenly, the flesh and blood monster on the ground turned a tentacle into a flesh thorn and pierced the man's body and inserted it into his abdomen.
Under the severe pain, the man began to feel a numbness coming from his abdomen, and he almost watched the flesh and blood tentacles infecting and devouring his body.
"This..." At this time, although he was nervous and a little scared, he finally remembered something.
"Can you still hear me?"
"The communication was received. If there is any last words, please state them as soon as possible." The young female voice in the headset was still cold and capable.
"The other party not only used a special forbidden potion, but also transformed himself. I even suspect that the so-called 'clown' is just a disguised image. There is a complete organization behind it, and multiple 'clowns' exist."
"This kind of genetic modification is not just modification, but also a kind of assimilation effect. It is very similar to the 'blood worm species' that appeared in the fifth era. The other party should have quoted the gene fragments of the 'blood worm species', because when I was devoured, even my spirit began to be corroded and hallucinations occurred."
"Received, recorded and archived, Senior 'Gray Mountain', I wish you rest in peace." Finally, the female voice in the headset trembled a little.
These juniors are really young. If it were me, I would definitely not cry. Some thoughts rose in the man's mind, and then a fierce pale flame ignited on his body again, burning continuously.
In the distant sky, the carp airship that decorated the festive atmosphere was still moving slowly. From time to time, fireworks rose up and bloomed in the night, and the light rain fell. On the street just a few hundred meters away, tourists were chatting and laughing while enjoying the night view. It was peaceful and tranquil.
In this cold and lonely alley, a lonely pale flame burned, which was particularly quiet.
(End of this chapter)
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