He was reciting the honorable name of a certain being! Rosago, who had rich experience, frowned and immediately pulled the trigger. At the same time, he diverted his energy to manipulate Dunn's spiritual body thread in an attempt to interrupt his cry for help.
Wow!
Accompanied by the ups and downs of the ancient Hermetic language, there seemed to be a silent wave rising around the room. Layers after layers of thin gray mist rose up like ocean waves, and gently patted the bullets that were coming at speed, carrying them with them.
Broken together into foamy flowers.
Rosago's thoughts, which had entered the perspective of the spiritual thread, were stagnant for no reason. For a moment, his hands were raised strangely, as if he was going to hang himself.
"Who... controls... my body, there are other... secret puppet masters..." Luo's limbs were stiff and he acted against his own will.
Sago, the spiritual warning struck his heartstrings crazily, forcing him to use all his strength to fight against this sudden attack.
Fortunately, this silent wave of illusion was only a flash in the pan, and before it truly exerted its power, it quickly returned to the historical void under the dilution of real rules.
Before he finished reciting his name, Dunn was startled when his train of thought was interrupted by an unexpected situation. Following the guidance of his inspiration, he immediately turned around, tightened his left hand on Mr. Babbage's body, and instantly abandoned the revolver that had been emptied of its magazine with his right hand.
He put on the gun that Mr. Babbage had left behind when he collapsed to the ground. He didn't have time to draw the gun and take aim. He just relied on his feeling and kept pulling the trigger in the direction of Helen, as if he wanted to empty all the ammunition in one go.
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Affected by the gray wave just now, Helen's mental condition was already worrying. Helen, who had been in a confused state, was still trapped in her thoughts. Almost all of the six bullets fired quickly were embedded in her body, blasting several big holes.
It’s not that Nicholas Babbage was unprepared, he equipped himself with a special large-caliber revolver!
It was only thanks to the strong physical quality of "Bishop Rose" that Helen, who was severely injured, did not die on the spot. Instead, she skillfully controlled the flesh and blood at the wound to squirm quickly and tried her best to save her own life.
Dunn, who had shaken off the two enemies one after another, did not delay. He took a few quick steps and without hesitation threw out the window that he had broken open before. He jumped down from the second floor with Mr. Babbage on his shoulders.
Boom!
Considering old Babbage's physical condition, Dunn quickly turned around in mid-air, using himself as an impact pad. Under the constraints of gravity, he withstood the powerful impact and landed hard on the lawn under the house.
"The gray mist just now probably didn't come from the 'Fool'. It was the insurance that His Highness Edmund placed on me?"
"To prevent me from being killed before I can call for help?"
Dunn, whose bones were rattling, had no time to appreciate the pain, so he carried old Babbage, who was completely unconscious after the impact. Under the inexplicable attraction, he decisively got into the sewer that was half-opened for some reason.
This physically strong "Nightmare" had been through several fierce battles at this time. Under the double consumption of sealed objects and mutant abilities, his body was close to its limit. He only had to carry a load of less than 200 kilograms from a man over one meter tall.
When I jumped into the sewer, I almost fell and injured my ankle.
At this time, Rosago and Helen, who were still stranded at No. 27 Red Maple Street, seemed to have escaped the influence of the illusory wave just now. They nodded to each other and started taking action separately.
The sound just now has alerted the official personnel nearby, and people must be sent out to contain it, pretending that the scene is a simple cult attack.
Rosago, who had just lost his secret partner and whose combat effectiveness was greatly weakened, voluntarily gave up the opportunity to pursue the bodyguard and old Babbage. He chose to seek stability and use the abilities of "Faceless Man" and "Magician" to confuse the official.
Audition of the Extraordinary.
Seeing Helen, who had recovered from the wounds on her body and melted into the shadows, chasing after her, Rosago wiped his face with his right hand and instantly transformed back into his original ordinary servant appearance.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones colliding, his height was compressed, and blood overflowed from his left leg and lower abdomen, giving the illusion of a bloody mess after being attacked.
Rosago, who had already entered the role, limped out of the study room and glanced painfully at the secret puppet who had collapsed on the ground and whose extraordinary characteristics had been completely released.
I really don't know when I will encounter a fully digested "interrogator"... He shook his head, as if he hadn't seen it, and walked directly past the corpse, leaning on the handrail, trembling
Walking down the stairs majestically.
As a "secret master" who has been fighting against intelligence agencies from various countries all year round, he is very aware of the style of MI9 in Loen.
It is impossible for him to carry an extraordinary characteristic activity that has not been transformed into a sealed object and may affect his condition at any time. Not to mention, the members of MI9 who will come to investigate will definitely channel the scene and will most likely follow him.
The characteristics missing from the corpse of the secret puppet make you see through the disguise.
.......
In the cold sewer, Dunn carried Mr. Babbage, who had not yet regained consciousness, and crawled out from a sewer exit far away from Red Maple Street.
As the manhole cover was reset, two figures, one tall and one low, slowly walked out of the darkness that became thick again.
"You didn't take the opportunity to snatch the unconscious Babbage from the hands of the bodyguard?" The shorter figure wore a clown mask painted with cheap oil paint, and his voice sounded disgusting as if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat.
The other taller figure did not directly pay attention to his companion's inquiry. Instead, he shook his limp, immobile left hand and carefully pulled out a glass test tube from his coat pocket. He placed it against the iron ladder at the sewer outlet and scraped off a few pieces.
Dripping extremely thick black blood.
"There is no need to pursue him. Although the 'Nightmare' is seriously injured, there should be something dangerous hidden in him."
"But he was too careless and did not deal with the blood left by the wound. This is excellent material for divination and psychic communication."
As he spoke, the deep voice of the tall man wearing a black iron mask suddenly rose in pitch, and a terrifying "hehe" sound came from his throat.
His neck spasmed for no reason. After shaking violently for a few times, his limp left hand suddenly regained its ability to move. After trying some movement, he carefully straightened his neck, which was like a stiff neck.
Has that sealed object replaced its randomly "paralyzed" parts again?
That relatively short man was Klein disguised as Sherlock Moriarty. During the day and a half of cooperating with Detective Zerrell, he roughly figured out the identity of Detective Zerrell’s sealed artifact.
negative effects.
After observation, the negative effects of this item will cause the user to immediately lose the ability to move in one part, and will cause great pain when switching parts. Therefore, they cannot take the initiative and can only wait for the Zigman Party to attack Old Babe
After the surprise, find a way to ambush the victor who has been exhausted.
Of course, the Zigman Party was not fools. They specially arranged several teams of members to follow Babbage's home.
This is not only to grasp the whereabouts of old Babbage, but also to prevent other forces from waiting and disrupting their own plans midway.
While Klein and the others were on guard, he had seen Zerrell use that sealed object, using "spiritual penetration" in conjunction with the spirits commanded by the "psychic" sealed object, to silently eliminate several Zigmans.
Party member.
That sealed object should be the item recorded in the Nighthawks' information, corresponding to the Sequence 7 "Interrogator" of the "Arbiter"... Klein looked at Ze who was protected by at least two sealed objects and had adjusted his condition.
Detective Ruir took the initiative to test:
"What are we going to do next? I didn't seem to see the bodyguard carrying documents with him just now."
"Could it be that people from the Zigman Party have already succeeded?"
"Are you stupid?" Zerel, who had no feeling in his neck and even a slight movement of his vision would cause severe pain, endured the pain and yelled in a low voice with a distorted expression, "They made such a loud noise just now, the Zigman Party
People don’t have time to look for that information.”
"Like us, he doesn't know the specific image of the intelligence. He only knows that it is a document and cannot be found so quickly."
"The only person who really knows the details, apart from its inventor, is the old Babbage who participated in investment and research and development at that time."
He supported his head with his right hand, and his left hand, which was numb from long periods of inactivity, opened and closed, and his tone became increasingly anxious.
"His bodyguards will definitely seek official help now. We can only wait until Babbage is out of official protection before taking action. But fortunately, those bastards from the Zigman Party will help us attract firepower."
"You are the boss, you have the final say." Klein, whose face was hidden behind a clown mask, shrugged, resisted the urge to rub his face, and took a deep breath.
The smell of blood?
Klein, who suddenly smelled the strong smell of blood, became nervous and took the initiative to activate his spiritual vision. Using the night vision ability that comes with spirituality, he quickly scanned the surroundings, his body feeling low.
Seeing his companion suddenly alert and standing aside, Zerrell, who was impatient, also smelled the smell of blood anxiously.
However, he lost feeling in his neck at this time and was unable to cope with the battle. He had to make an immediate decision and triggered the two sealed objects on his body at the same time.
Under the call of the "psychic", the spirits attached to the walls of the cold sewers floated up one after another, actively exploring the surroundings, while the eyes behind Zerrell's black iron mask condensed two golden lightnings, seemingly at any time
They will all fly and shoot out, giving the enemy a fatal blow.
The employer and the bounty hunter working for money got closer and closer, the two of them almost touched each other, their backs were touching each other, one person was responsible for the other, and his wide-open eyes scanned every corner, unwilling to let go of any suspicion.
Without warning, in the blind spot of vision, a shadow as thick as a bucket spurted out from the soles of the two people like a fountain. A slender figure covered in a flesh and blood cloak, wearing a shadow gauze, rose in the darkness, with blood-red eyes cold and cold.
Frantically looking at the prey with "Dunn" aura, it seemed that at any time he would open his bloody mouth and tear them into pieces.
"Ah!" As a "Weapons Master", Zerrell, who is extremely good at close combat, could not move his neck. Halfway through his dodge movement, he heard a crisp sound, and a crushing pain came from his collarbone.
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Klein, who was enhanced by the "Joker" potion, relied entirely on muscle memory and followed the guidance of his spiritual intuition. He rolled sideways and did not stop until he hit the wall of the sewer.
"Ability with shadows and flesh and blood, are you a 'Secret Prayer' path, a believer of the true Creator?" Klein, who had probably grasped the enemy's path, suddenly raised his head, and with the blessing of spiritual vision, he saw clearly the person who attacked him and Ze Rui.
A believer in detective.
In the hazy darkness, she stood on top of the shadows. The flesh-and-blood cloak and shadow gauze on her body blended together, giving people a twisted and dazzling feeling. Her soft facial features and blood-red eyes matched with the defeated and smooth skin, she was obviously extremely beautiful.
But it reveals filth and blasphemy everywhere.
Her smile was innocent and sweet, and her slender hands kept passing over her belly, caressing the little bear doll embedded in the middle. The joy and madness in her eyes were almost real!