Chapter 36 Remember to wash the floor and don't affect my business tomorrow!
This scene was a bit strange. An extraordinary person who was extremely agile and could predict the shooting of a revolver and dodge bullets in advance was tripped easily the moment he walked out of the store.
This scene, in the thick darkness of night, looks a bit weird and absurd no matter how you look at it.
However, Klein, who was not far away, seemed not to have seen this scene. He showed no signs of surprise. After filling the revolver with bullets, he directly pressed the muzzle against the clown's temple.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several rounds of bullets were poured out, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of sulfur and blood. After being shot in the head at such a close range, the clown died immediately. The blood was mixed with white brains, and was scattered everywhere in the street.
All.
At this moment, two figures jumped down from the roof of the store. Both of them were wearing gray windbreakers. The moment they landed, they came directly to the clown.
"Captain, you're dead!"
One of the younger men in trench coats had a calm and sad expression, "He died before my poem could be sung. Klein, your shooting skills are pretty awesome!"
"It's not his shooting skills that are great! What's great is that gentleman's legs!"
The burly man in his thirties, with dark gray eyes and a somewhat aged look, shook his head, and then turned his eyes to Lin Nuo, who was still sitting on the side of the street without any special reaction.
"This gentleman is the owner of this shop?"
"Well..." Lin Nuo seemed not to have heard what happened just now, so he yawned and nodded indifferently, "It's my shop... I mean, it's because of you.
The reasons caused some damage to my shop..."
"Don't worry, Boss Lin, we will compensate you for all losses at the original price!"
Before Lin Nuo finished speaking, Klein quickly took over the topic with a smile. The captain and the others didn't know what kind of existence this boss Lin was, but Klein had already made a judgment in his heart. An existence that was highly suspected of being a god was really not a god.
These mortals can be messed with.
Even this god seems very down-to-earth and easy to talk to!
"Klein, do you know each other?" the young man with a melancholic temperament asked.
"Well, Boss Lin's shop is not far from the house I rented before. I have discussed philosophical issues with him before!"
"Oh..." the young man in trench coat sang. As for the philosophical issues, he didn't care. Since the clown was dead, it was natural to clear the place.
The next moment, this young man in a trench coat opened his mouth and recited a poem that made people peaceful and made people feel as if they were sleeping:
"Whenever the sun sets in the west"
"Dewdrops fill the skirts of dusk"
"She was as pale as the moon without makeup."
"Or like the stars accompanying the moon"
"Evening primrose moistened by night dew"
"Elegant and delicate flowers bloomed"
"Shun the sun like a hermit"
........
The chanting echoed, and Klein almost lost his tension and relaxed completely, feeling as if he wanted to fall into sleep.
Fortunately, he is not only an extraordinary person, but also a magic practitioner who has passed the magic training and entered the level of magic apprentice. His mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary extraordinary people, but he can barely resist the poetry chants of his teammates.
After a poem was sung, the people on both sides of the street who had seen the fighting scene had already collapsed on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
"Well, when they wake up, what happened just now will be regarded as a dream."
The young melancholic poet looked around the street and finally showed a smile. He was definitely an experienced veteran in dealing with the influence of extraordinary people on ordinary people.
However, when his eyes dropped and fell on the extremely delicate-looking shop owner, the smile that had just emerged suddenly froze.
"You..." The melancholic poet subconsciously took a few steps back, showing a vigilant look, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Why, you don't think you want to miss the compensation by singing a lullaby, do you?"
Lin Nuo stood up, picked up the small stool, raised his feet and stomped it twice casually.
A horrifying scene happened. The clown who was lying on the ground unable to die had the huge hole in his head healed quickly. Under the shocked eyes of Klein and others, he quickly got up from the ground.
"Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"
As soon as he was resurrected, the clown's somewhat hoarse voice launched into a three-punch series of philosophy of life, and his blank eyes were full of helplessness and loneliness.
"A living person will definitely be more beneficial to you!"
After the words fell, Lin Nuo then walked towards the shop, "Before tomorrow morning, I want to see that the shop has been repaired, and the compensation of one hundred gold pounds must not be less than a penny."
"By the way..." Lin Nuo walked into the shop and was about to close the shop. He suddenly paused, then pointed to the blood on the ground and said calmly: "Remember to wash the floor, don't affect my business tomorrow!"
Bang!
The sound of the door closing sounded, and Klein and the other three took a deep breath. Just now, even the most powerful captain was standing there trembling, not daring to make any move.
"I can confirm that he was really dead just now!" The melancholy young poet, who had long lost his previous poet temperament, pointed at the clown, his expression full of disbelief.
"I know!" The burly captain waved his hand, observed the clown, and said: "It's not a way for a psychic to control the body and control the soul. This is the true meaning of resurrection from the dead!"
Among the extraordinary people, there is a series of psychics. It is within their ability to extract the memories of the dead and even make the dead speak.
But like today, resurrecting a completely dead person instantly is beyond the understanding of Klein and others. Even the captain in the seventh sequence has encountered such a situation for the first time.
"Captain, what should I do?"
Within the patrol range of their Nighthawk team, there is such a terrifying existence hidden, which can even resurrect the dead instantly. This kind of terrifying figure is far beyond the scope of their ability to handle.
"Don't say much, I will report this matter to the church. How to deal with it, the church's high-level sequencers will make arrangements!" As he spoke, the burly captain picked up the clown who was still in a dazed state, and then waved his gray windbreaker.
, the whole person jumped up and disappeared into the vast night.
"Klein, leave quickly. Try not to set foot in this place in the future!"
The melancholy young poet took another look at the shop. He could feel that the shop owner had no ill intentions towards them. Otherwise, with his terrifying ability that could easily overturn life and death, none of them would be spared!