Pong!

The silver bullet crossed a few meters and accurately penetrated into the neck of the clown in the tuxedo. Large swells of blood flowed out, dyeing the skin red and the bow tie red.

The clown in the tuxedo could not scream, and Jojo sounded in his throat. He wanted to raise his hand and remove the fatal injury, but the shoulder and elbow joints seemed to be filled with glue, and his movements were awkward and slow.

Pong!

Klein, who entered a semi-meditation state, was not frightened by the blood, pulled the trigger again, calming as if he was performing daily practice.

A ferocious hole suddenly appeared on the forehead of the clown in the tuxedo, and a red dove gushed out, dimming the light of his eyes. The power of the exquisite revolver was much stronger than Klein expected.

The knees bent and the arms were lowered, and the clown in the tuxedo slowly fell to the ground, and the eyes were frozen in confusion.

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

With a shot, Klein turned around coolly, shook the wheel and let the empty shells land one by one.

Then, wearing a black formal suit and a half-height silk top hat, he walked towards Al Hasen, while taking out the last silver magic bullet from his pocket and stuffing the slender one into the bullet bay.

The reason why he didn't look back at the tragic situation of the tuxedo clown was purely because of the discomfort of killing for the first time, but it wouldn't work if he didn't kill. He didn't know what would happen after the other party was completely controlled by the puppet.

Moreover, he did not want to risk entering the scope of the seal "2-049". After all, no one could tell whether there would be a strange change this time, which would invalidate the self-rescue of the "transfer ceremony".

As for the items on the tuxedo clown, Klein only cares if there is the so-called "Clown" potion formula or corresponding clues, but this is not something that needs to be completed in a hurry. You can do it with Dunn, Al and others later. If the night watch team gets it, it will be almost the same as they get it. They cannot bear to give up the potion formula of Sequence 8. At worst, they can spend time accumulating credit. Anyway, they have not long been a "divination" and are still a long way from "digestion".

As his thoughts swelled, Klein quickly walked to Al Hasson next to him. The gentleman in a gray windbreaker with a pair of legs struggled to sit up several times, but failed to try again, and fell so much that he was covered in mud and dust.

"Mr. Hasson, do you need me to do?" He squatted down and asked, pointing the revolver in his hand diagonally to the ground to prevent accidental firing.

Al gasped and sighed:

"That monster is too strong, if it weren't for its weakness..."

Speaking of this, he pointed to a small sky blue metal bottle beside him and laughed at himself:

"I originally wanted to take the medicine, but my hands shook..."

The blue metal bottle of the sky was about the thickness of Klein's thumb, and the height was no more than five centimeters. The cover with a hidden spiral pattern fell to one side and was completely soaked with liquid.

Klein reached out to pick up the bottle, squinted his eyes and replied helplessly:

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

"You go... look for Borgia, inside, inside pocket." Al gasped continuously as he spoke.

"Okay." Klein stood up and asked casually, "Is this a cure potion?"

The mysterious item?

"No, it only has a certain therapeutic effect. It is mainly to stimulate our spirit and squeeze our body's...potential, so that we can maintain a good state in a short time, support until return, support until reception, and receive treatment." Al tried to sit up, and once again attempted, "Its name is, 'Goddess' Gaze'... You remember to let Borgia drink half the potion."

Klein did not delay any more, turned his body and quickly walked to Borgia who was groaning in pain, and found the standard sky blue metal bottle from the arms of the semi-unconscious night watcher.

Unscrew the lid and he carefully put the bottle mouth to Borgia's mouth.

Borgia felt something and tried to open her lips.

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

As the weight was estimated, Klein stopped in time and twisted the bottle cap again.

The potion seemed to be really good. After a few seconds after Borgia swallowed, the expression in her eyes condensed again and said in a low voice:

"Thanks."

After saying that, he supported the ground with his hands and sat up slowly, first dealing with his injuries, then walked towards the unconscious Lorota and Dunn, and found the "Goddess' Gaze" from the latter's inner pocket.

Klein returned to Al's side and fed the remaining half bottle of potion into the other party's 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'll help Borgia, you'll be responsible for your companion." The gentleman with a charming middle-aged man pointed to Leonard Mitchell.

Klein had no objection, turned his body and trotted to the "Poet" Leonard.

"No, I can drink it myself." Leonard, whose hair was drooping, smiled and raised the sky blue metal bottle in his hand.

Seeing the other party pushing his hands up and standing up quickly, Klein, who was about to complain in his heart, was suddenly stunned:

Leonard's injury was less than I expected...

He has the ability to take medicine from the beginning!

In other words, he may have seen the "transfer ceremony" of me walking four steps counterclockwise!

No, this is okay, my silent thoughts are all in my heart, and the "transfer ceremony" does not show any external abnormality, otherwise the 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 "2-049" and plotted against the clown in the tuxedo...

Just as Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, Leonard, who was approaching him, stopped beside him, looked ahead and laughed:

"I originally wanted to save you, but I found that you didn't need it."

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

"...For example, I." Leonard's lips curled up, and he walked over Klein toward the awakened Dunn and Lorota.

Narcissist... Klein secretly complained, and his heart relaxed a lot.

It seems that Leonard Mitchell also has many secrets... He met with the main force thoughtfully, watched Captain Dunn put on his gloves, pick up the Antigonus family notes stained with yellow-brown and blood.

The cover of the note is made entirely of dark black paper, which exudes an ancient and distant atmosphere, with no sign of softening or rotting at all, and is so consistent with what Klein saw in his dream that he began to doubt that he would see a fool wearing a gorgeous headdress after opening it.

But he soon knew that he was thinking too much, because Dunn carefully opened the notes and made the final confirmation.

The words above, Klein, who had a poor angle, couldn't see clearly, but he was sure that there were no fools wearing gorgeous clothes and gorgeous headdresses.

"Well, no problem." Dunn closed the notes and held them firmly, then looked at Al and others and said, "Then the days I will store it together with the seal '2-049' at the Chanis Gate in Tingen, and wait until you recover, or Beckland sends someone here."

Hearing this sentence, Klein was a little disappointed and felt glad. He wanted to read the notes of the Bentigenus family again to find out the cause of death of the original owner, Welch and Naya, but he also felt that this ancient item was full of misfortune and always brought disasters, so he did not dare to touch it.

He handed over to the church headquarters and sealed it tightly, which was the best choice... He let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay." Al Hasen, Borgia and Luoluota nodded, turned around at the same time, and came to the seal "2-049".

They awakened each other, stuffed the puppets who had resumed their operations at some point in the iron black box with cracks and monitored them closely.

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

In the iron-black box with only a slight ray, the puppet wrapped in oil-stained cloth rolls creaked and turned over, aiming the face painted by clowns at the light source.

On this strange face, under the pure black pupilless eyes, two small dark red cracks that are not easy to be seen appeared.

Meanwhile, Dunn, Leonard and Klein, who had been brave enough, searched the tuxedo clown's body and found all kinds of strange items such as paper flowers, handkerchiefs, poker and glass pieces.

However, other than that, the other party does not bring anything valuable, or can provide clues.

Well, except for the wallets of more than seven or eight pounds and dozens of Suler... Klein sighed quietly.

Thinking of money, he immediately lowered his head and looked at himself, and his face almost collapsed.

His formal attire worth several pounds, rubbed five or six places that needed to be sewn because of the rolling, and there were stains mixed with dirt and dust everywhere.

Dunn glanced at him, and said with a faint tilt tone:

"The losses in the mission can be reimbursed."

Reimbursement... Hearing the word "invented" by Emperor Rossell, Klein's mood became beautiful:

Well, this formal outfit is cleaned and replenished. It can still be worn and decent enough...

When the reimbursement fee is over, you can buy another set and form a rotation!

Well, I'm not the one who displaces the reimbursement for other purposes...

But in the future, you have to consider "fighting suits", such as the captain's black windbreaker... If the material is slightly worse, it is much cheaper than the tuxedo formal suit... Hiss, Leonard has not liked to wear formal suits for a long time, so is there any consideration in this regard...

"Fry asked the body to be handled, to see if he could recognize his original appearance and find clues about it." Dunn touched the oil paint on the face of the clown with gloves.

Afterwards, they searched the warehouse on the inside and saw several balls of flesh and blood crushed by huge rocks inside, and saw one after another of white and broken bones thrown everywhere.

"Ryel Bieber should be absorbing the power contained in the notes with ancient rituals, just like we take higher-grade sequence potions directly. This is full of dangers, there must be an undisturbed environment, and a certain amount of sleep must be obtained. This should be the reason why he has not left Tingen so far." Dunn looked at it and guessed the possibility.

Hearing such a description, the black-haired lady Luo Luota smiled palely:

"It's a pity that he was woken up by us in advance. The anger of getting up is really memorable."

"This is a kind of out of control." Dunn looked at Kline, half-explanatory and half-teachical.

"Then why didn't he leave Tingen directly and try to absorb it somewhere else?" Klein asked in confusion.

Al Hasson smiled and pointed at his head and said:

"The guys who are influenced by ancient powers and evil powers are often not very useful here."

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

"Leonard, your situation is fine, just stay here and prevent ordinary people from getting close to you... We immediately collect the residues of Riel Bieber, return with them and seals, and the notes of the Antigonus family, and let Fry, Luo Yao and the police come over."
Chapter completed!