Franka also looked at No. 126 Market Avenue and said: "Neither Roger the Black Scorpion, Bald Haman, nor Castina the candlestick have ever come out."
"Very cautious." Lumian commented objectively.
Franka sneered and said: "I would be so cautious. As long as I endure until tomorrow night, I can turn the situation around and win. How long would it take for me to think too hard before running outside? Even if someone tied up Gardner, at the door
Even if I chop off his hands and feet with one knife, I won't come out."
This example is not convincing... Lumian asked: "What if it was not Gardner who was kidnapped, but Jenna?"
"..." Franka fell into silence.
Feeling that the "Provocateur" potion had been digested a little more, Lumian, who was almost finished, did not continue the topic and asked instead: "What else was observed?"
As for how to raid "Black Scorpion" Roger and others, he and Franka have no specific plans yet, only a few rough ideas, and are currently in the preliminary investigation and preparation stage.
Franka thought back for a few seconds and said: "There is a person from the Stinger Gang who goes back and forth between the election committee and here from time to time, as if he is informing Roger Black Scorpion about the real-time counting of votes."
She paused and curled her lips: "This can be used."
At the same time, Lumian laughed: "Isn't this just sleepiness meeting a pillow?
"Being concerned about politics is indeed a very dangerous thing."
Franka turned her head in amusement and glanced at Lumian: "Your sister has taught you a lot of idioms from her hometown.
"What are you going to do?"
Lumian was silent for two seconds and said: "If I were an 'actor', the problem would be very simple, but at least I still have those glasses."
Franka nodded with satisfaction: "This operation is both a raid and an assassination. The importance of the assassination should be placed on the raid. Only in this way can we avoid the warlock's home field advantage to the greatest extent."
After a short discussion, the two moved to a shadow farther away from 126 Market Avenue but close to the District Congressman Election Committee, and waited patiently.
Today's voting has come to an end. The election committee staff are working overtime to count the votes and issue real-time results. Reporters from countless newspapers are squatting there, hoping to get first-hand data.
If things go better than expected, Hugues Artois will be able to get more than half of the votes of registered voters tonight to declare himself elected.
Time passed by, and the night became darker and darker. Suddenly, Franca patted Lumian, pointed at a figure leaving the election committee quickly and said, "That's the Stinger Gang."
The figure is nearly thirty years old, with black hair and brown eyes, a long face, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, a light brown jacket, and a thick gold necklace.
Lumian nodded lightly, left the hiding place, and walked towards the man in a pretended hurry.
He lowered his dark peaked cap very low, covering up his distinctive blond hair with black hair.
When the members of the Stinger Gang saw someone coming towards them, they cautiously changed their route.
At this time, Lumian took a step diagonally and stood in front of him, smiling and saying hello: "Long time no see, how are you doing in the Stinger Gang?"
The man was startled for a moment, and with the help of the light from the gas street lamp, he observed Lumian's face.
Lumian seized this opportunity, suddenly approached him, pressed his right hand on the other person's neck, and pulled him into his arms.
At the same time, Lumian held the metal vial with his left hand and pushed it close to the target's nose.
He had already unscrewed the cap, but kept pressing the mouth of the bottle with his fingers to slow down the leakage of gas inside.
The member of the Stinger Gang struggled wildly, but his mouth and nose were covered by Lumian's palm, making him unable to make a sound. His fists and feet were either easily neutralized, or his neck was pressed hard, and his back was suppressed by his elbow.
, his head was buried in the opponent's hand, and he leaned against his chest. In a hurry, it was difficult to hit the enemy's vital points, but Lumian endured it forcefully.
After a few seconds, the man's struggle began to weaken. Several pedestrians passing by looked at him with emotion in their eyes for a few seconds, and then walked away without noticing anything unusual.
After a few more seconds, the man in Lumian's arms completely lost consciousness.
While he was holding up his "drunken" companion, he blocked the mouth of the bottle with his fingers again.
When they arrived at the uninhabited alley that was blocked by a barricade, Lumian dropped the target on the ground and screwed the cap on the metal vial.
"You are very reckless." Franka walked out from the shadows next to her, "You can do this in Trier. If it had been anywhere else, someone would have questioned you loudly."
"That's why I did this in Trier." Lumian knelt down, took off the Stinger Gang member's clothes and necklace, and tied his hands and feet behind his back with the ropes he carried.
After doing this, he first fed the other party a little "truth serum" and then used occult smelling salts to wake him up.
Ah Sneeze's voice rang three times in a row, and the Stinger Gang member opened his eyes and blurted out in horror: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
Lumian took off the peaked cap on his head, squatted in front of the target, and asked with a smile: "Can't you recognize who I am?"
With the help of the crimson moonlight, the members of the Stinger Gang saw golden-black hair and a somewhat familiar face.
His teeth suddenly chattered: "Xia, Xiaer."
"I have something to ask you. If you don't answer or lie to me, you know what will happen." Lumian said with a smile.
His reputation as cold, cruel, and crazy was very loud within the Stinger Gang. The man was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat: "I said, I said."
Lumian asked without changing his expression: "Where were you going just now?"
"Go to the boss's house and report to him the results of the election. Mr. Hugues Artois has received nearly half of the votes, only a little bit behind..." The man not only answered Lumian's question, but also added
Pulled a lot.
Lumian nodded with satisfaction and asked in detail about the details that the Sting Gang member reported to Roger "Black Scorpion" several times before. This included his attitude towards the servants, the name he called Roger "Black Scorpion", and the position where he stood.
and tone of voice, etc.
After carefully remembering this, Lumian once again used the drug to make the Sting Gang member unconscious.
Immediately afterwards, he changed into the other party's clothes, took out his "peeping glasses" and put them on the bridge of his nose.
This time, he still saw the underground with many rats, insects, and snakes, but there was also a gloomy and dark charred building and a molded face pasted behind a glass window of that house.
That face had a pair of unusually hollow eyes.
Lumian's mind was temporarily confused. He frowned and took off his "secret-peeping glasses" and took out a bunch of cosmetics.
With the help of the crimson moonlight and the lighting of the small torch in Franka's hand, he used the makeup mirror carried by his companion to smear various things on his face. After about ten minutes, his face became thin and elongated, and gradually took on the stinging look of his face.
Looks like a gang member.
His makeup skills are not enough to allow him to truly restore the other person's appearance, but the effect of the "peeping glasses" will make everyone who sees the face believe that he is the guy named Arsay.
Snapped!
Lumian closed the makeup mirror, not daring to look at himself again.
While Franka took back her belongings, she asked Lumian to turn his back to her.
She was afraid that she might mistake her companions for members of the Stinger Gang, which would affect subsequent cooperation.
After examining Lumian's hair color, she took out the camouflage props she got from Rentas: "Hair color and child color are the biggest loopholes. Use this thing to dye all your hair black first, and then wear it."
Put on these brown contact lenses.
"Damn, everything is possible in the field of occultism. With the technology of this era, 'actors' can actually make 'Beautiful Child'. Although the nature of the materials is different and there is no effect of changing eyesight, it can indeed be used.
Come and pretend to be a child, otherwise Rentas can’t pretend to be Ev or you. It’s not scientific, but it’s very occult.”
Lumian didn't pay attention to Franka's nonsense at the back, and took the occult hair dye that could be washed away with a special potion. Under the guidance of the other party, he turned all the golden and black hair back to pure black.
After he put on his pair of brown contact lenses, Franca took the time to discuss the details of the next raid with him.
The two of them quickly came up with a general idea, but did not elaborate further. First, there was not enough time, and second, there might be many unexpected situations at the scene. They could not enumerate them all, so they could only focus on the general direction and main ideas.
Under the premise of not changing, adapt to changes.
At this time, Franka took out a coin bag. It was a gray-white cloth bag the size of a fist, filled with gold, silver, or copper coins.
Franka put her hand into her purse, took out it for a few seconds, and took out an iron-colored ring with a thick ring and tiny spikes on the surface.
"This is one of my magical items, the Ring of Punishment." She introduced to Lumian: "It has only one function, which is to pierce the target's mental body within five meters and cause him great pain.
Let him temporarily lose the consciousness of resistance. In the middle and low sequences, there are very few extraordinary abilities that can ignore other defenses and directly attack the spirit body. This is one of them."
Franka paused and then said: "Wearing it for a long time will make you violent, bloodthirsty, cruel and impulsive. Using it more than three times within an hour will cause your personality to be alienated. And if you don't wear it, once you do it,
If you enter within five meters of it, you will suffer indiscriminate mental piercing damage. The way to seal it is to put it into a pile of valuable coins made of metal."
Franka was currently wearing it, so neither she nor Lumian was attacked. She immediately handed the "Ring of Punishment" to Lumian hand in hand.
As soon as Lumian put the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, he felt very irritable.
After calming down, he put on black gloves on both hands, then walked out of the alley and jogged towards 126 Market Avenue.