Out of control? Klein's heart tightened and almost blurted out.

Although Dunn and Old Neil often emphasize the dangers of out-of-control and the probability of occurrence in front of him, this is still the first time he has encountered something similar. He is a little scared, confused, scared, and sad. He feels very complicated.

"In the events handled every year, one quarter of them are the extraordinary people's out of control... and a large part of these quarters are our teammates..." Dunn's words flashed into his mind, making his reactions seem slow.

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

"Where are the out-of-control people? What do we need to do?"

Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought that "semi-retired person" like Old Neil would make excuses to refuse Svein's request or blackmail a large amount of benefits before trying to help. He did not expect that the other party would not hesitate at all and directly enter the state of participation, not caring about the difference between the night watcher and the punishment person.

Looking at Old Neil with a serious expression, Klein suddenly understood one thing, that is, whether it is the night watcher, the punishment person, or the member of the mechanical heart, the goal is to prevent extraordinary forces from harming innocent people and maintain the safety and stability of Tingen City. If you encounter dangerous and urgent situations, your responsibilities are unshirkable!

At this time, Svein replied unusually briefly:

“Be my assistant!”

He did not explain why he lost control and where the out-of-control person was, and quickly walked towards the exit.

The former captain of the "Punisher" was obviously just an old man who was addicted to alcoholism, but Klein found that he could not keep up with the other party's footsteps and had to trot to barely keep from falling behind.

He turned his head and looked at Old Neil, and saw that the "secret person" who had signs of aging also began to run.

The three of them didn't care about the eyes of the guards along the way. One was wearing an old naval officer's uniform, one was wearing a dark classical robe, and the other was wearing a thin black windbreaker with knees. They rushed out of the billiard room and the Dragon Bar.

The customers who were drinking and betting on oil instinctively looked away from the dogs catching mice, and looked at Klein and others for a few glances.

"Is it Boss Sviin?"

"What did he do in such a hurry?"

"Someone is evading debts?"

...

In the lowly discussion, some drinkers put their attention back into the cage, cheered again, venting their depression during the day, while others were more alert and a little uneasy.

Dingdeng!

Klein, Old Neil followed Svein to the opposite side of the road and ran into the real dock area.

"On that ship." Svein slowed down and pointed to an inland cargo ship that was docked not far away. "Two squadrons are dealing with the out-of-control person on the top to prevent him from entering the Tassok River. You help me influence him and control him. What will happen next will be left to me."

Old Neil gasped like a bellows and said:

"Okay, but, but you need to give me one minute, huh, one minute to restore my state."

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

Listening to the sound of fighting above, Old Neil glanced at Klein, who was slightly nervous, took out a silver piece the size of a baby's palm from the dark bag on his waist, handed it over and said:

"The Sleeping Talisman, opening the spell is the word "Night" in Guhemis. After reciting the spell, pour your spirituality into it and throw it to the target within three seconds."

"Yeah!" Klein reached out to catch it, feeling moved.

The front and back of this talisman are carved with spells written in Hemis and symbols, corresponding to spiritual numbers and magical signs. He does not need to open his spiritual vision, but can perceive the obscure, quiet, and deep mysterious power by relying solely on inspiration.

Old Neil straightened his waist and took out the same silver spell from his dark bag and held it in his palm. He walked towards the cargo ship and made a joke:

"Don't be nervous, relax and think about other things, such as I borrowed the spell from you. If you use it, remember to remake one and return it to me. Of course, you can wait until next month, and wait until the material quota is restored before doing this."

This...is worthy of being an experienced old Neil... Klein put the spell into the left pocket, reached out to remove the revolver in the underarm gun bag, and adjusted the firing position and trigger.

"I don't think I'm nervous anymore..." He steadily boarded the cargo ship with a gun in one hand and a staff in the other.

This cargo ship has obvious traces of the times. Although it uses steam as power and has an additional chimney, it still retains the masts and sails in the past. It only has a metal shell on the surface. Some places are made of steel, and many places are still made of wood.

The sound of fighting became more and more intense. Klein and Old Neil were waiting to find the entrance to enter the cabin when they suddenly heard a loud clanging sound mixed with it.

The side of the cabin made of wood suddenly broke, and the thorns flew around, and a figure fell out and hit the side of the ship.

Klein didn't care about the injury of the figure, and his eyes were completely focused on the monster running towards the crack.

The monster is over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a ragged shirt and trousers. The exposed area is covered with dark green scales, and the gaps between hands and feet are covered with film, like a webbing between the toes of some aquatic animals.

It has a wrinkled head, and you can vaguely see the human appearance, and mucus flows on the scales, which is constantly dripping down.

Sizzle!

The dark green mucus slightly corroded the deck, leaving a distinct trace.

Bang! The monster trying to rush out of the crack was punched by Svein on the side, and he moved two steps

Bang bang bang! Svein, whose muscles are exaggerated, is obviously not as strong as that monster. Moreover, his fists and feet obviously hit the opponent, but he cannot break the scales, making it difficult to cause substantial damage. He was very embarrassed and shaky for a while.

If it weren't for his amazing balance, if there was another punishment man following him and shooting him to restrain him, Klein suspected that the blue-eyed old man would be beaten to death by the monster.

Pick! Pick! Pick! Svein kept retreating and moving forward, just like a moth that pounced on the flames even though he knew it was a flame.

But, Klein could feel what he was accumulating and waiting for.

Bang!

Svein was beaten back a few steps, which also obscured the sight of another punishment surrogate.

The monster seized the opportunity and rushed into the crack immediately.

It was about to escape from the cabin and jump into the Tassok River!

Looking at the head full of wrinkles and mucus, Klein raised his right hand and hooked the trigger.

Pong!

The silver magic hunting bullet hit the monster's torso as he expected, but only shattered the scales and embedded more than half.

The monster suddenly let out a harsh scream, his feet rushing out like wind, and pounced on Clean.

A strong fishy smell came into the end of his nose, and Klein narrowed his body and rolled to the side.

Bang! He felt the hull shaking and fragments hit him.

At the same time, he heard an old and low voice, a spell pronounced in Guhemis:

"Night!"

Klein rolled a few more times, and didn't bother to pick up his cane, and hurriedly raised his gun and looked up. Old Neil calmly threw out the talisman in his hand, not far from the monster.

The silver flakes were soon covered by dark red flames, making a slight explosion.

The deep and quiet power instantly dissipated, and the monster that almost smashed the ship's side suddenly shook and became slow.

At this time, Svein ran out of the cabin, approached the monster, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and swung his punches several times in a machine gun-like manner, all hitting the opponent's head with a bang.

But he could only shoot a rift and could not cause fatal damage, but Klein could feel that the blue-eyed old man's savings were about to reach his peak.

Bang! The monster seemed to recover, swung his forearm against him, swung Svein back five steps, and each step broke on the deck.

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

Immediately afterwards, he pronounced a word in Guchmith:

"Night!"

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

Without thinking too much, he injected his spirituality into a talisman, pulled his shoulders, swung his arms, and threw it towards the monster.

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

The dark red flames illuminated the darkness around them, and the slight explosion sounded like a prelude to hypnosis, rippling rapidly.

Bang!

The monster fell straight on the dock, shrinking into a ball, briefly entering a semi-sleeping state.

Klein was about to grab the side of the ship and shot the monster's head. Suddenly, Svein, who was thrown into the naval officer's uniform, rushed out and jumped down.

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

In Klein's inspiration, something extremely suppressed broke out. Svey fell from the sky and hit the monster, then straightened his back and fled heavily, hitting the other party's head.

Snap!

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

"Is this one of the 'Raging People' abilities?" Klein stood beside the broken ship's side and said silently.

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

At this time, Svein stood up straight, staring deeply at the monster whose life had been lost at his feet.

He took out a deflated metal wine pot from somewhere, pulled open the lid, drank half of it, then tilted the bottle mouth, aimed at the monster, and sprinkled all the remaining spirits on the other party.

After doing all this, Svein seemed to have grown old suddenly, and his back was a little hunched.

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

"I know this out-of-control punishment man. He followed Svein for twenty or thirty years, cleared the water ghosts who went ashore and captured the evil extraordinary people who tried to dive from the Tassok River..."

He didn't continue, but Klein could hear what he was hiding:

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