The cold wine and food wetted the white hair cover that was usually carefully taken care of. A little blood still spurted out from the wrinkled neck. Klein ignored the corpse on the ground, and kept wiping the knife in his palm with both hands, and looked at
After his death, Kaping was tortured by toxins and could not wish to die.
He listened to Kapin's desperate screams and wailings, slowly walked to the door of the restaurant, picked up the brown biotoxin bottle scattered on the ground, closed the lid, and then walked back to Kapin,
With both hands, he dexterously pulled out a coin. Klein kept tossing the shining gold coin up and down again. He watched Kapin gradually regain his heavy breathing as the toxins disappeared on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I can give you a chance to have a better time."
With his eyes filled with blood and a pool of flesh and blood on his neck, Kapin raised his head with difficulty, and swept forward in confusion, taking the tragically dead Katie and the wide-eyed Heras into his eyes, and his trembling lips couldn't stop touching each other.
bump.
The shiny golden coin fell on the back of Klein's hand, and was slowly immersed under the armor. It was easier for Klein in the spirit state to communicate with the spirit world than usual. Ordinary coin divination could also be performed from the person who only knew yes or no.
In addition, get some less complex supplements.
The official forces near the Caping Mansion have indeed noticed something abnormal here, but it will still be some time before they arrive.
Klein, who could end the summons at any time and escape from reality directly, was not in a hurry. He slowly pulled a chair from the side and leaned against the back of the chair casually.
"The extraordinary person protecting you is from MI9?"
Kaping, who was crawling on the ground, could only nod with difficulty as his vocal cords were damaged.
"Besides here and the pier in the East District, do you have any other hideouts?"
Blood seeped out from a pool of blood in his throat. Kapin blinked twice, pressed his cheek against the dusty carpet, and shook his head roughly.
In other words, the kidnapping in the East District was basically carried out under the surveillance of MI9, and was not done to military-related personnel like Mr. Aiglon... Klein recalled the various scattered intelligence he had obtained before.
, thoughts are flying in my mind.
However, even Prince Edsac, who has the support of a mysterious being behind him, can only use former military members to act on his behalf. Those who can directly instruct MI9, except for the current prime minister, some members of the royal family and the king, even military personnel
Fang's demigod should not have corresponding power... In other words, the kingdom's top officials are planning human trafficking themselves?
Why?
If there are projects that require a large number of people, although the slave trade business in the colonies is officially prohibited, the intelligence shared by the "Hanged Man" several times before shows that both the Royal Navy and some pirates are still doing this.
Transaction...
Klein frowned, and the pale flame behind his visor gradually became active.
The back of the "double" in his right hand was glowing with white light, and Klein, who was monitoring the first floor and underground using the line of sight of the spirit body, felt that several more obvious spirits were approaching, so he speeded up his questioning.
"Last one, does this matter have anything to do with the royal family?"
Listening to this deliberately hoarse and distorted voice, Kapin on the ground suddenly became silent.
Klein stretched out his arm, checked his breath, and flipped through it. He saw that the recently rising rich man had lost his life. A large amount of blood gushes out from the wound in his throat, soaking his collar and body.
carpet under.
He looked at Heras, whose body temperature was draining behind him. Shen Mo picked up the sealed object and the extraordinary characteristics that had been extracted from the opponent's hand, and then turned around and took away another "Interrogator" that had already extracted characteristics.
It seems that the "judge"'s order can continue to work after death... Klein glanced at the three corpses on the ground, and the dark spirit body became transparent.
boom!
The door of the restaurant, which was blackened by flames, was violently opened. The servant, who knew a thing or two about the business behind his employer, looked at the mess in front of him in panic. His legs trembled unconsciously, and his throat let out an unexplained wail. First, he made sure that the owner had completely
After his death, he scrambled to grab the gold-inlaid tableware scattered on the ground.
In the two-story mansion, some of the gangsters and most of the servants who were responsible for guarding the dungeon were fighting for the finances of Kapin's family. The spirit turned invisible. Klein, who was traveling quickly, ignored the chaos around him, walked straight through the wall, and landed in the underground prison.
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There was no time to witness the evil hidden here. With the spiritual warning in his mind becoming more and more clear, Klein pointed his hands at the iron prison doors, his mouth kept simulating gunshots, and air bullets accurately hit the door locks. At the same time, all around his body
The strong wind whipped up and flew by, causing the prison doors to open automatically and make a clanging sound.
The panic on the ground and the sound of the cell door being broken woke up the girl who was dozing or indulging in sadness. Klein, who was floating in the air, was guarding the exit and disappeared, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
Many of these women who were imprisoned in prison had lost hope. Even if the prison door was opened wide, there was no escape as expected.
Fortunately, after a minute, some girls who had not completely surrendered to reality finally rushed out, followed by some strong ladies who followed and began to run out slowly.
Seeing that most of the trafficked women in the prison finally began to run away, the invisible Klein resisted his instinct to end the summons urged by the spiritual warning, and flew in front of Ms. Ji who was the first to run away, constantly releasing air with his hands.
Bullets dispersed those gangsters and some servants who still had evil intentions.
The elegant lights everywhere in the hall on the first floor exploded instantly, connecting the gaps between them. Regardless of the female screams that could be heard everywhere, several walls of fire instantly cut off several different passages to the outside world. Most of the gangsters and servants
They were all isolated in the passage leading to the side of the mansion.
After doing all this, Klein, who had consumed more than half of his spirituality, no longer stayed. His spiritual body was like a real "revengeful soul". He quickly floated up and entered the study room where Kaping usually dealt with things. He roughly put some documents and the contents in the safe.
The item is incorporated into the spirit.
The quality of the spirit body is directly proportional to the sequence level. I can actually accommodate so many things... The spiritual warning in Klein's mind was even more piercing, and he had to think of some wild things to divert his attention.
I wonder if Mr. Azik's messenger can also serve as a safe in addition to delivering letters. After all, it is so big... After going around in a circle, Klein returned to the restaurant on the second floor and was destroyed by several cracks.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that lost the overall beauty, Klein looked at the messy black figures that had escaped from the door and were rushing towards the lawn. His spiritual line of vision swept away and found that only one gangster was left in the house. It seemed that he was still trapped in the house just now.
Created in a wall of fire.
"A magician's performance does not necessarily have to be gorgeous, but it must require an audience..." Klein, who no longer deliberately changed his voice, murmured softly, and the majestic armor hidden under the broken cloak fell steadily to the ground, like
Coming like an emperor.
The pale flame followed Klein's gaze and looked at the carefully decorated gas pipes at the edge of the restaurant. A tarot card slowly moved out of the spirit body and was instantly dyed iron-colored.
Klein waved his hand casually, and the card as sharp as a blade was immediately inserted into the pipe, and the hissing sound of the gas leaking was inaudible.
The majestic and majestic dark figure disappeared again, and the end of the "Tower" card inserted in the pipe suddenly burst into flames. In an instant, the glass of the restaurant was only cracked with a crack, shattered and flew away, along with countless broken bricks and stones.
The huge impact and heat surged out from the second floor of the Kaping Mansion like a ferocious beast, alarming the patrolling police team in the distance.
The flames floating in the air kept rising upwards, and the collapsed outer wall rolled down along the decorative eaves on the first floor, without hitting the crying women on the lawn.
The explosion just now shocked the entire neighborhood, and the women and servants on the lawn who had not yet had time to leave were attracted most of their attention by the scorching heat that was so close.
The flames rolling upward were like flowers that only existed on the fountain sculpture in the middle of the lawn, surrounding the spire of the mansion that had not collapsed in the explosion. A figure wearing a crown of thorns, pale eye sockets, and wearing majestic armor stood in the house.
At the top, the broken shadow cloak flutters in the wind, constantly dispersing and reorganizing.
He looked down at the creatures on the ground, and the flames under his feet exploded again, sending waves into the distance.
Klein, who deliberately dispersed those women and servants, saw the black shadows below began to scatter forward. He looked up and forward, and the spiritual warning in his mind finally reached its peak.
He stared closely at the void in front of him, and the sonic booms that moved at high speed and squeezed the air continued to roar in his ears.
No one paid attention to the panic below. In mid-air, as the strong wind came, a door covered with complex symbols tore open the air, and a handsome man in a straight dress walked out.
This mature and elegant man in his forties took a general glance at the scene, and his eyes stayed deep in the restaurant for a second. Then he looked to his side and saw an old man wearing a soft hat and serious silver eyes who had just stabilized his body.
shape.
The Archbishop of the Church of Storms in Backlund Diocese - "Singer of God" Ace Snake angrily stared at everything in front of him, his whole body flashing silver.
"So what happened?"
Various vicious incidents have occurred frequently in Backlund recently, and no matter which demigod of the church they are, they are under great pressure at this time.
"Perhaps that gentleman can tell us."
The elegant man, whose face was also not very good, looked at the spire above, and Ace Snake also looked at it.
However, his actions were faster than his sight, and a gust of wind roared into the sky, like a long dragon with intelligence, spreading instantly, turning into a cage and about to cover the figure in the lake.
With the spiritual warning screaming in his ears, Klein resisted the urge to tremble and nodded slightly. The dark crown and pale flames above his head stared deeply at the two powerful demigods and released his palms.
call!
The manic airflow completely shattered the spire of the house, swept away the flames in the restaurant on the second floor, and brought the debris inside back to Ace Snake.
Three charred and unrecognizable corpses were slumped on the lawn, with scattered bricks and stones scattered around. Ace Snake, whose face became more gloomy, did not see the strange spirit body, and the silvery white flashing around his body was more obvious.
The elegant man in a formal dress shook his head, squatted down without any pretense, and picked up two playing cards that were slowly fading away from their iron color.
The angel blowing the trumpet and the man wearing armor and a crown looked forward with justice and majesty. The eyes of the demigod from MI9 were a little solemn. He looked at the "Singer of God" aside and said with a strange expression: