Cold sweat immediately broke out on Klein's forehead. He did not dare to observe the young lady wearing a light green dress. He moved stiffly towards the exit.
If this person is really the "instigator" Tris, if she pays too much attention, he will definitely arouse him, no, it should be her now. She was once an assassin, and she must be more alert to other people's eyes and gazes than ordinary people.
Walking to the exit, Klein let out a long breath. A Sequence 7 enemy was still too much pressure for him. Although "The Hanged Man" was also Sequence 7, and the "Emperor" might be stronger, that was
Above the gray fog is his territory. There, he is the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool.
But in reality, he is just a "divineer" with no direct combat ability.
Out of danger, Klein walked through several rooms and came to the billiards room. Outside was the boxing ring in the center of the tavern. Because it was afternoon, no one was playing billiards here.
Klein stood in front of the billiard table and took off the citrine pendant wrapped in his left cuff. He now wanted to confirm whether the woman was the "instigator" Tris. He held the silver chain in his left hand and dropped the citrine straight down.
When you reach the surface of the table, control your right hand at the same time and only do a small amount of flexion and extension.
When the citrine was stable, he half-closed his eyes, outlined the ball of light, entered a meditative state, and said quietly:
"The person I just met is Tris."
"The person I just met is Tris."
…
After seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant spinning slowly in circles and moving clockwise. With a shake of his wrist, he took the citrine pendant back into his palm and strode out of the billiards room with his cane.
Now that it has been determined that it is Tris, we must inform the captain as soon as possible.
After walking out of the billiard room, which was the boxing ring in the center of the tavern, Klein looked around and towards the bar. The owner of the tavern, Swain, the former captain of the Punisher team, was there.
In front of the bar, Swain, who was wearing a navy officer's uniform, looked at Klein walking towards him and asked with a smile:
"What did you forget again?"
Klein looked serious. There were ordinary people in the tavern, and most of the people in the underground trading market were ordinary people. Once the "witch" discovered the problem, it was likely to affect many innocent people. He came to the bar,
Swain revealed his findings with a puzzled expression:
"The previously wanted 'instigator' Tris is now in the underground trading market. Please notify the Punisher Team immediately."
Swain's face instantly became paralyzed, and he gritted his teeth and asked:
"Are you sure? He almost got caught here last time!"
Last time, that damn guy was recognized by the informant of the Punisher Squad, and there was a big fuss in his trading market. If he hadn't been the former captain of the Punisher Squad, his business would have been completely ruined!
"Confirm, he is now dressed as a woman?" Klein did not directly say that Tris had turned into a woman, he simply said that he had turned into a woman.
"Hmph, dressing up as a woman? I will completely turn him into a woman this time!"
Klein looked at Swain and complained in his heart that your wish may not be achieved, she is already a woman!
Swain walked out of the bar with a livid face, called a few people outside the door, whispered a few words, and several little men ran out of the bar with excited faces.
Swain walked into the bar again, threw his naval officer uniform on the bar counter, exposed his thick and powerful arms, rummaged through the bar cabinet twice, and pulled out an old shotgun. His blue
eyes staring at Klein:
"Whether it takes time for the Punisher or the Nighthawk to come here, we may need to make some preparations in advance."
Klein subconsciously wanted to refuse. He knew very well that Tris had been promoted to a Sequence 7 "Witch". He, a "divineer", and Swain, an "angry people", could not deal with them. Without the use of thermal weapons
, it is estimated that the entire "Punisher" will be difficult to deal with Tris.
After all, this is an inland city, not a coastal city. The punishers of the Church of Storms are not very strong. Swain is only Sequence 8 and can become the leader of the punisher team.
Klein took out the citrine pendant again and said to Swain:
"I need a divination."
"Soothsayer"? As the former captain of the Punisher Squad, Swain had a deep understanding of the Tingen Nighthawk Squad. He hid the shotgun under the naval officer's uniform and stretched out his hand to signal Klein to start.
Klein once again placed the citrine pendant vertically on the bar and began divination.
"It's dangerous for Swain and I to intercept Tris."
"It's dangerous for Swain and I to intercept Tris."
…
After seven times, Klein looked at the pendant that was slowly rotating clockwise and breathed a sigh of relief. But suddenly the pendant spun faster and faster, even driving his left hand to rotate together. Cold sweat poured out from his forehead and behind in an instant.
, No, you can’t stop it. If you do, you will die! Gu
Looking at Klein who was sweating coldly, Swain's old face had wrinkles squeezed together. He heard the content of Klein's divination and roughly knew the result.
With a "squeak", the door opened, and a man wearing a black trench coat and a black top hat walked in. Behind him was a handsome man with black hair and green eyes, slightly longer hair, and holding a paper bag in his hand.
Klein looked at the door and said in surprise:
"team leader?"
Dunn Smith, who had gray eyes, looked at Klein who was approaching and said with a serious expression:
"Is that 'instigator' Tris here?"
"Yes? How did you come so fast?" Klein was confused. The first ones to arrive should be the Punishers. The dock area is under their jurisdiction, and the Nighthawks team is stationed far away from here?
Leonard, who had black hair and green eyes, smiled and showed Klein the paper bag in his hand:
"We distributed the portraits you drew across the jurisdiction. Fortunately, someone discovered him. His name was Sirius Arepis, and he was hiding in the dock area. Unfortunately, he disappeared when we arrived, but he was found.
His belongings. We were going to go back to Zotland Street and wait for you to come to the divination, but we happened to meet the messenger sent by Swain again. The captain asked him and the police to evacuate the people around, and then we came here.
"
"Don't worry about Sirius Arepis for now. Let's capture Tris first."
The next second, Dunn's eyes turned to the billiard room, where a young lady wearing a light green long dress appeared. She had smooth and shiny black hair, a round face, slender eyes, a sweet appearance, and a gentle temperament.
After noticing the gazes of several people, the lady threw away the items in her hands, twisted around, and ran towards the window of the bar. She moved quickly and kept changing her movements, as if to avoid possible shots.
of bullets.
"Bang"
Knowing that Tris was disguised as a woman, Swain took out the shotgun hidden under the naval officer's uniform, crossed the bar, pointed it at Tris, and shot him.
The iron sand flew toward Tris along with the lead bullets, beating him with holes. His broken clothes were mixed with flesh and blood, but the next second, Tris's figure suddenly shrank and turned into a broken stick.
The black staff.
This is the witch's "magic wand substitute"!
After reacting, captain Dunn took a few big steps and easily stepped onto the boxing ring. He stood there, clasping his hands and burying his head. Leonard took out his revolver, quickly walked around the ring and aimed at the gun.
Broken black staff.
"Midnight Poet" is good at fighting, shooting, climbing and induction, which greatly improves their physical fitness.
Tris quickly appeared diagonally opposite the wand, and was greeted by Leonard's bullets; while Swain was holding an old-fashioned single-barreled shotgun. He had already dropped the shotgun and ran towards the window.
To block the exit, Klein also took out his revolver, went around in the opposite direction of Leonard, and aimed at Tris, who had just emerged.
Several black flames appeared out of thin air in front of Tris and met the flying bullets. Unfortunately, the black flames could only burn food that was living or spiritual. There were some ordinary bullets mixed in with the fired bullets, but the black flames did not stop them.
Then, several bullets quickly penetrated into Tris's body, bursting out several clusters of blood.
"Ah, the danger of fear, the crimson hope."
"At least one thing is true: this life flies by."
"One thing is true, the rest is a lie."
"After the flower blooms once, it will die forever."
The power to put people to sleep spread out, Leonard tried to put the injured Tris to sleep, and Dunn was also using the power of "nightmare" to force Tris into a dream.
Swain rushed towards Tris, he jumped high, his body muscles bulged rapidly, and punched Tris hard on the shoulder.
"return."
Dunn roared, his body trembled, and something bulged up in bunches under his clothes and squirmed in place, as if they were hiding one slippery scaleless poisonous snake after another.
As soon as he finished speaking, Swain flew backwards while maintaining the punching posture, smashed the window, and fell outside the window; Leonard groaned and fell on his back.
A figure of a woman wearing a black robe appeared next to Tris who was lying on the ground as if sleeping. She glanced at Dunn, reached out and grabbed Tris on the ground, and the two figures disappeared from the place at the same time.
Black flames emerged from the blood that Tris shed on the ground, burning the blood cleanly.
Klein jumped onto the boxing ring, holding the revolver that had just been loaded with bullets, and stood in front of the captain. He knew that the captain was in a dangerous state and could lose control at any time.
After a while, the only thing that could be heard in the bar was Klein's deep breathing. Dunn Smith in front of him took a deep breath. He looked strangely calm under his windbreaker. He stared at Klein with his gray eyes and gave him a reassurance.
action.
Klein felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and his legs weakened and he sat on the ground.
The door of the bar opened again, and the Punisher team arrived.