Under the bright sunshine in the afternoon, Klein, whose clothes were stained with dust, quickly adjusted the firing position of the revolver and turned off the corresponding device, allowing himself to enter a state where he could shoot at the enemy at any time, allowing the brass-colored gun body metal to reflect a flowing glow.
He held the gun in one hand and stretched forward, alerting to possible changes around him.
At the same time, he was quite worried about captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hasson wearing a gray twine-breasted windbreaker, because they were both nightmares and were better at secretly affecting the enemy. He didn't know if the frontal confrontation could work.
Just as Klein's thoughts turned, Al Hasson took the initiative to slow down his forward pace, his expression becoming quiet and sad.
His mouth opened and he recited a poem that made people peaceful and felt as if they were in the night:
Whenever the sun sinks in the west
Dewdrops covered with dusk
She is as pale as the moon
Or like the stars accompanying the moon
Evening primrose moisturizes at night
Blooming elegant and delicate flowers
Avoid the sun like a hermit
... (Note 1)
The chanting echoed, and Klein almost lost his tightness and completely relaxed.
Fortunately, he had similar experience and was not in the direction Elhasen faced, so he quickly settled down and used a semi-meditation state to fight the influence of poetry.
Huh... He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had doubts about the frontal combat power of Dunn and Al.
Because he had just been promoted, he didn't know much about the Sequence Potion. He just forgot that the Nightmare of Sequence 7 was advanced by the Midnight Poet. He could completely retain his previous abilities and have a slight improvement.
Klein's impression of the Midnight Poet comes from Leonard Mitchell, knowing that this profession also inherits the specialty of the Sleepless, good at fighting, shooting, climbing and sensing, and good at using different styles of poems to have different influences on the creatures around him. Simply put, it is a violent poet.
As Al Hasson chanted, water suddenly rippled beside the stacks of large wooden boxes, and a man in a black Yàn tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat appeared.
However, the man's face was painted with red, yellow and white oil paint, and the clown with his mouth raised high and upturned, forming a ridiculous contrast with his formal dress like attending a dinner party.
Dingdeng!The black-haired Luoluota, who was introduced as a sharpshooter, rushed quickly, carrying a gun in one hand and clenching his fists in the other, and in a few steps he moved closer to the Yàn tuxedo clown.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo seemed to be influenced by the poems of Al Hasson, her body shaking slightly, her eyes were calm and peaceful, and she had no desire to resist at all.
Bang!The black-haired lady Luo Luota straddled with boxing steps, lifted her arms and fisted, and hit the face of Yàn's clown in the tuxedo.
Bang!
The air exploded, and the clown in the tuxedo suddenly shattered like a mirror, piece by piece, evaporating quickly and disappearing.
At this moment, in the dark place of the wooden boxes a few steps away, the figure of the clown in the tuxedo quickly outlined and reappeared.
The guy who was affected just now turned out to be just a phantom!Just a performance!
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo grinned as usual, with a funny smile. He pressed his half-high hat with one hand, raised the other, and snapped his fingers suddenly.
Pong!
His fingers shot out the sound of gun shooting, and Luoluota rushed left first, rolling continuously, dodging.
But nothing happened except for the virtual gunshot.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
Dunn and Al each raised their guns and shot steadily. The clown in the tuxedo was left and right, retreated and rolled, and his body was as nimble as if he was performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady Luo Luota rushed over from somewhere. She was called a sharpshooter and still twisted her waist and swung her arms, punching the enemy.
Bang!
YànThe clown in the tuxedo had no time to dodge, so he raised his left arm and blocked his fist.
Seeing him pause, Dunn and Al aimed without hesitation at all and pulled the trigger.
At this moment, the clown in the tuxedo faced Luoluota's fist and suddenly ignited an orange flame.
But after a moment of snatching, the flame wrapped the Yàn tuxedo clown and spread towards the Luoluo Tower.
Pong!Pong!Dunn and Al's revolvers fired separately, hitting the flame.
The flames burned rapidly, and soon only black dust was left flying. However, the figure of the Yàn tuxedo clown appeared not far away, half hiding behind several wooden boxes stacked.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Pong!
In the virtual gunshot, Luoluota suddenly stopped and did not rush. There was mud sputtering in front of her and bullet holes appeared.
YànThe tuxedo clown’s blow is no longer an illusion!
The truth is true, the truth is hard to distinguish.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo snapped his fingers and kept hiding and shooting against Dunn and Al.
Seeing this scene, Luo Luota narrowed his eyes and raised the dark golden long tube revolver held in his left hand.
Pong!
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo suddenly squatted down and shrank, avoiding the fatal blow. His half-height silk top hat floated backwards and fell into dust with obvious burnt bullet holes on it.
After a few rolls, he climbed up the layers of wooden boxes like a curly baboon, snapped his fingers from a high place, and fired air bombs.
Al Hasson took a few steps back, lowered his pistol, and began to recite again:
Her beauty is only open to the night
But night ignores beauty
Totally blind to her love
... (Note 1)
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo kept jumping between the wooden boxes, suddenly raised her hand to clean her ears, and looked at Al with a fixed funny smile.
He won't block his ears in advance, right?The sequence potion mastered by the Secret Cultivation Society is quite strange... Klein looked from afar, and had some guesses in his heart.
As soon as his thoughts flashed, he suddenly saw a figure appearing on the top of the side warehouse and running quickly towards the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.
The figure was wearing gray-white dock worker's clothes, and her face seemed to be painted with red, yellow and white oil paint.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo is responsible for guiding the captain and the others away, and someone else goes to take the notes?Klein's thoughts floated, and subconsciously raised his right hand and shot the figure on the roof.
He had just aimed and measured in advance, and the figure suddenly squatted down and changed to running.
Pong!
Klein pulled the trigger without restraint, and saw the figure suddenly stopping, with blood blooming on his body.
The figure looked here in shock, endured the pain, and continued to rush to the innermost warehouse.
Let's learn about the shooting technique with the flow... Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof next to the figure.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
Leonard and Borgia also shot separately, but neither of them could hit the figure.
Klein wanted to complain that their marksmanship was not as good as his, but his fingers that pulled the trigger stopped there.
For Ah!Why stop him?
Didn’t I just divined that the warehouse was extremely dangerous?Isn’t it good to let this guy explore the way and step on a mine?
Leonard and Mr. Borgia should have the same purpose...
As the thought flashed, Klein raised the barrel and shot the bird upwards.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
With a few gunshots, the figure came to the roof of the innermost warehouse without any obstacles.
He pounced down suddenly, his elbow hit and fell into it along with the broken roof.
With this sound, the black-haired lady Luo Luota's eyes suddenly became dark and she made a strange pulling action with her left hand.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo rolling and jumping immediately stumbled, and her ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Dunn did not shoot immediately, but instead hung down the revolver.
He opened his mouth, and when the Adam's apple was still moving, he resonated with the surrounding air purely with his own spirituality. The empty, erratic and strange sounds followed:
Her flowers bloomed until dawn all night
But until the day opens your eyes
Being looked so embarrassed that there is nowhere to hide
She wilted and withered in dizziness
... (Note 1)
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo struggled suddenly became powerless, as if she had lost the desire to survive.
Al Hasson raised his pistol and aimed at the enemy, his fingers about to pull.
At this moment of lightning, an extremely shrill scream came from the innermost warehouse:
Ah！
The scream contained extremely strong fear, as if it had encountered something unimaginable and terrible.
When Klein was creepy, his screams came to an abrupt end, and the warehouse on the inside returned to quiet, making his scalp numb and quiet.
Pong!
Al was affected to a certain extent, and the bullet hit the clown in the tuxedo.
Lotus, Lotus.Lotus!The quietness of the innermost warehouse was broken again, and a breath of gasping that should have been very light suddenly sounded, and it changed from small to large, touching everyone's nerves.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
The 2049 in the iron black box suddenly became violent and extremely crazy.
Note 1: Quote from "Evening Primrose" by British poet Claire, translated by Feibai.
He held the gun in one hand and stretched forward, alerting to possible changes around him.
At the same time, he was quite worried about captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hasson wearing a gray twine-breasted windbreaker, because they were both nightmares and were better at secretly affecting the enemy. He didn't know if the frontal confrontation could work.
Just as Klein's thoughts turned, Al Hasson took the initiative to slow down his forward pace, his expression becoming quiet and sad.
His mouth opened and he recited a poem that made people peaceful and felt as if they were in the night:
Whenever the sun sinks in the west
Dewdrops covered with dusk
She is as pale as the moon
Or like the stars accompanying the moon
Evening primrose moisturizes at night
Blooming elegant and delicate flowers
Avoid the sun like a hermit
... (Note 1)
The chanting echoed, and Klein almost lost his tightness and completely relaxed.
Fortunately, he had similar experience and was not in the direction Elhasen faced, so he quickly settled down and used a semi-meditation state to fight the influence of poetry.
Huh... He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had doubts about the frontal combat power of Dunn and Al.
Because he had just been promoted, he didn't know much about the Sequence Potion. He just forgot that the Nightmare of Sequence 7 was advanced by the Midnight Poet. He could completely retain his previous abilities and have a slight improvement.
Klein's impression of the Midnight Poet comes from Leonard Mitchell, knowing that this profession also inherits the specialty of the Sleepless, good at fighting, shooting, climbing and sensing, and good at using different styles of poems to have different influences on the creatures around him. Simply put, it is a violent poet.
As Al Hasson chanted, water suddenly rippled beside the stacks of large wooden boxes, and a man in a black Yàn tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat appeared.
However, the man's face was painted with red, yellow and white oil paint, and the clown with his mouth raised high and upturned, forming a ridiculous contrast with his formal dress like attending a dinner party.
Dingdeng!The black-haired Luoluota, who was introduced as a sharpshooter, rushed quickly, carrying a gun in one hand and clenching his fists in the other, and in a few steps he moved closer to the Yàn tuxedo clown.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo seemed to be influenced by the poems of Al Hasson, her body shaking slightly, her eyes were calm and peaceful, and she had no desire to resist at all.
Bang!The black-haired lady Luo Luota straddled with boxing steps, lifted her arms and fisted, and hit the face of Yàn's clown in the tuxedo.
Bang!
The air exploded, and the clown in the tuxedo suddenly shattered like a mirror, piece by piece, evaporating quickly and disappearing.
At this moment, in the dark place of the wooden boxes a few steps away, the figure of the clown in the tuxedo quickly outlined and reappeared.
The guy who was affected just now turned out to be just a phantom!Just a performance!
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo grinned as usual, with a funny smile. He pressed his half-high hat with one hand, raised the other, and snapped his fingers suddenly.
Pong!
His fingers shot out the sound of gun shooting, and Luoluota rushed left first, rolling continuously, dodging.
But nothing happened except for the virtual gunshot.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
Dunn and Al each raised their guns and shot steadily. The clown in the tuxedo was left and right, retreated and rolled, and his body was as nimble as if he was performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady Luo Luota rushed over from somewhere. She was called a sharpshooter and still twisted her waist and swung her arms, punching the enemy.
Bang!
YànThe clown in the tuxedo had no time to dodge, so he raised his left arm and blocked his fist.
Seeing him pause, Dunn and Al aimed without hesitation at all and pulled the trigger.
At this moment, the clown in the tuxedo faced Luoluota's fist and suddenly ignited an orange flame.
But after a moment of snatching, the flame wrapped the Yàn tuxedo clown and spread towards the Luoluo Tower.
Pong!Pong!Dunn and Al's revolvers fired separately, hitting the flame.
The flames burned rapidly, and soon only black dust was left flying. However, the figure of the Yàn tuxedo clown appeared not far away, half hiding behind several wooden boxes stacked.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Pong!
In the virtual gunshot, Luoluota suddenly stopped and did not rush. There was mud sputtering in front of her and bullet holes appeared.
YànThe tuxedo clown’s blow is no longer an illusion!
The truth is true, the truth is hard to distinguish.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo snapped his fingers and kept hiding and shooting against Dunn and Al.
Seeing this scene, Luo Luota narrowed his eyes and raised the dark golden long tube revolver held in his left hand.
Pong!
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo suddenly squatted down and shrank, avoiding the fatal blow. His half-height silk top hat floated backwards and fell into dust with obvious burnt bullet holes on it.
After a few rolls, he climbed up the layers of wooden boxes like a curly baboon, snapped his fingers from a high place, and fired air bombs.
Al Hasson took a few steps back, lowered his pistol, and began to recite again:
Her beauty is only open to the night
But night ignores beauty
Totally blind to her love
... (Note 1)
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo kept jumping between the wooden boxes, suddenly raised her hand to clean her ears, and looked at Al with a fixed funny smile.
He won't block his ears in advance, right?The sequence potion mastered by the Secret Cultivation Society is quite strange... Klein looked from afar, and had some guesses in his heart.
As soon as his thoughts flashed, he suddenly saw a figure appearing on the top of the side warehouse and running quickly towards the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.
The figure was wearing gray-white dock worker's clothes, and her face seemed to be painted with red, yellow and white oil paint.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo is responsible for guiding the captain and the others away, and someone else goes to take the notes?Klein's thoughts floated, and subconsciously raised his right hand and shot the figure on the roof.
He had just aimed and measured in advance, and the figure suddenly squatted down and changed to running.
Pong!
Klein pulled the trigger without restraint, and saw the figure suddenly stopping, with blood blooming on his body.
The figure looked here in shock, endured the pain, and continued to rush to the innermost warehouse.
Let's learn about the shooting technique with the flow... Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof next to the figure.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
Leonard and Borgia also shot separately, but neither of them could hit the figure.
Klein wanted to complain that their marksmanship was not as good as his, but his fingers that pulled the trigger stopped there.
For Ah!Why stop him?
Didn’t I just divined that the warehouse was extremely dangerous?Isn’t it good to let this guy explore the way and step on a mine?
Leonard and Mr. Borgia should have the same purpose...
As the thought flashed, Klein raised the barrel and shot the bird upwards.
Pong!Pong!Pong!
With a few gunshots, the figure came to the roof of the innermost warehouse without any obstacles.
He pounced down suddenly, his elbow hit and fell into it along with the broken roof.
With this sound, the black-haired lady Luo Luota's eyes suddenly became dark and she made a strange pulling action with her left hand.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo rolling and jumping immediately stumbled, and her ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Dunn did not shoot immediately, but instead hung down the revolver.
He opened his mouth, and when the Adam's apple was still moving, he resonated with the surrounding air purely with his own spirituality. The empty, erratic and strange sounds followed:
Her flowers bloomed until dawn all night
But until the day opens your eyes
Being looked so embarrassed that there is nowhere to hide
She wilted and withered in dizziness
... (Note 1)
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo struggled suddenly became powerless, as if she had lost the desire to survive.
Al Hasson raised his pistol and aimed at the enemy, his fingers about to pull.
At this moment of lightning, an extremely shrill scream came from the innermost warehouse:
Ah！
The scream contained extremely strong fear, as if it had encountered something unimaginable and terrible.
When Klein was creepy, his screams came to an abrupt end, and the warehouse on the inside returned to quiet, making his scalp numb and quiet.
Pong!
Al was affected to a certain extent, and the bullet hit the clown in the tuxedo.
Lotus, Lotus.Lotus!The quietness of the innermost warehouse was broken again, and a breath of gasping that should have been very light suddenly sounded, and it changed from small to large, touching everyone's nerves.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
The 2049 in the iron black box suddenly became violent and extremely crazy.
Note 1: Quote from "Evening Primrose" by British poet Claire, translated by Feibai.
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