Bang!
The brass bullet passed through half the bar and shot at the body of the clever talker Missorkin.
But just as it was about to hit, Missol's tan eyes suddenly became dark.
The bullet turned around and looked slightly upward, hitting a glass full of golden beer.
With the fierce sound, the cup instantly split into pieces and threw the wine around.
Meanwhile, Missol grabbed the cup of the drinker next to him, spread his arms, and threw it at Klein with a swing of his forearm.
What's the point of this?Klein just turned sideways and avoided the glass, allowing it to fall to the wall, smashing it to pieces.
At this time, the clever talker Misol rushed to the entrance of the underground area, trying to enter, find helpers or escape from the secret passage.
He initially determined that the strange and crazy adventurer was disguised as Elaine, boarding the Black Death, and assassinating the attacker of Lieutenant General Tracy.
The opponent's performance that almost succeeded made him understand that when he was alone, he was not his opponent!
This is a pirate general-level strong man!
Dingdeng!Klein chased Misol, the clever talker at high speed.
His figure was fast and agile, and he didn't step on anyone in such a messy bar.
Seeing the guards in the underground area coming towards him with pistols, seeing Missolkin was about to pass the entrance, and seeing the guards around the bar approaching this side, Klein did not hesitate and suddenly held his left hand tightly.
His black glove was instantly covered with dark gold fine scales, and his dark brown eyes suddenly faded, as if they were standing up.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave swept across the surroundings with him as the source point.
Wherever the wave passed, the drinkers squatting down with their heads collapsed and shivered. Military liaison officer Uskent also obviously lost his mind, as if he had encountered the most terrifying and terrifying thing in the world and just wanted to escape from here.
The bar guards who came closer were the same, and their hearts were occupied by great fear and they ran around aimlessly, causing greater chaos.
Dangdangdang!The guards in the underground area threw down their guns, rushed to the corner, curled up, or stood in place with trembling bodies, with their crotch wet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The clever talker, Missol was also struck by lightning, and was circling around the entrance in fear.
This is the shock of the psychologist, also called Long Wei, or group chaos!
This is Klein's only extraordinary range control ability at present!
At this time, Klein's figure running at high speed did not stop, and he rushed to Missol in a few steps.
At this moment, a scene suddenly emerged in his mind: Misol, who seemed to be in great fear, suddenly raised his head, twisted his waist and swung his arms, blasted out his right fist, and headed straight for his head.
Klein did not think about it, fully believed in the premonition of the Joker's danger, and immediately bent down and turned his back sideways.
Almost at the same time, the clever talker Misol looked up suddenly, his tan eyes were dark and clear, without any confusion.
He had escaped from the influence of Long Wei at some time!
This was beyond Klein's expectations.
Bang!
Missol's muscles bulged out, his waist and back twisted, his arms swung, and he burst out a fist that looked like a shell, but failed to hit the expected target and hit the wall at the entrance.
Bang!
The bricks and stones shattered and a big hole surrounded by spider webs appeared at the location where his fist touched, and the entire bar seemed to be shaking.
The power of this punch is many times stronger than that of a revolver!
At this time, Klein had already flashed to the back of his side, straightened his body again, and the gloves seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.
Two lightning flashes in his dark brown eyes, and they shot out like bullets.
Interrogator, mental piercing!
Ah！
Missorkin suddenly screamed, but did not fall to the ground, and rolled in pain, but just raised his hands and tried to cover his head.
He soon magically recovered from the pain of being pierced by the spirit, but felt his forehead had been blocked by the cold metal tube, and saw the cold and thin adventurer on the opposite side pulling the trigger.
With the two so close together, even if the mental puncture effect lasts for only one second, it is enough for Klein to raise his right arm and press the muzzle of the revolver on the head of the clever talker Missolkin!
Bang!
Missorkin wanted to ask for Rao to retract from his half-open mouth, and a picture of blood red and a small amount of white appeared on the wall behind his head, which was sad, bright, and messy.
The gleam in his eyes faded, and Misol fell backwards and slid towards the ground against the wall.
At noon on February 1, 1350, the clever talker, Missol, was hunted.
Klein took a look at the bar that was still in chaos, closed the door of the underground area, wrapped it in the iron chain that already existed, and forcibly tied a knot.
He bent down and dragged Missolkin toward the underground area for a few steps, but did not enter directly.
While guarding against the enemy that might have rushed out of it, he spread his left palm and raised it to point it at the body of the clever talker Misol.
He had no psychological burden on the third deputy of the Black Death. He believed that the other party must be seriously guilty. This was because Missol had once served as a subordinate of Hurricane Lieutenant General Zilingus, and the deceased pirate general even did the ship-slaughtering work. He was a very cold-blooded person. From the experience of the Red Glove Nightmare in the wriggling hunger, we can see one or two. The second is that Missol is now serving Lieutenant General of the Disease, which is indirectly equivalent to serving the Witch Cult. I don’t know how many human trafficking has been involved in.
The wriggling hunger returned to its thin appearance of human skin, the palms were cracked, and two scarlet eyes appeared.
In an instant, a biting cold wind blew in the aisle leading to the underground area. It kept swirling on the body of the clever talker Misol, slowly outlining a blurred figure with short eyebrows and deep eye sockets.
The black but not dim light spots surged out of the corpse, combined with the same kind in the body of the Missol spirit, and jointly devoted themselves to the squirming hunger, drilled into one of the blank fingers, and had a certain connection with the surrounding environment.
The wriggling hunger first becomes dark, both evil and noble, and then returns to its original state, emitting a desire for flesh and blood.
Klein quietly sensed it for a few seconds, and was surprised to find that the ability to draw this time was quite practical. Although there were only two types, it was better than the three types of zombies before!
It was not until this time that he learned that Missol was the lawyer's path to the sequence 6 Corrupt Baron, and that the two abilities he drew were derived from the Corrupt Baron and the other from the corresponding sequence 7 Briber.
The former is distortion, by distorting the target's language, actions and intentions, a certain order that is beneficial to oneself is built, thereby achieving the purpose of limiting or affecting the opponent.
The latter is called bribery, but it is just a type of briber’s ability to bribery. The subdivision can be called bribery weakening.
The prerequisite for using this ability is to give the target a certain thing, and then it can significantly weaken the target's attack, defense or control against itself within a certain period of time.
Give the goal something?
He threw a glass of wine and gave it to me as a bribe?
It is worthy of being the Black Emperor's path, both of which are loopholes in order and seem domineering... No wonder my Dragon Power and Spiritual Puncture were not ideal in Missol, and even the power of the bullet decreased. I thought that the shot could directly lift his skull... Klein suddenly realized.
At the same time, he understood why he could not help but fly to the Black Emperor and the King of the Five Seas Nast. It was because the other party distorted his intention to move forward, which made him unable to stop.
Not bad... Klein looked down at the corpse of the clever talker Misol and headed towards the underground area.
He needs to find some food for the wriggling hunger.
I don't know if it's because I've been thrown on the gray fog many times, but the wriggling hunger is not crazy now and seems to be able to bear it. So, Klein is not in a hurry and moves forward slowly to prevent accidents.
After walking a few steps, he saw the Giant Ozil leading his gang out, with extraordinary people and gunmen inside, with a large number of them!
Klein's expression did not change, and his black gloves were once again covered with dark gold scales.
His eyes faded again, as if they were standing up, and the invisible waves rushed forward in an instant.
Psychologist, Long Wei!
The brass bullet passed through half the bar and shot at the body of the clever talker Missorkin.
But just as it was about to hit, Missol's tan eyes suddenly became dark.
The bullet turned around and looked slightly upward, hitting a glass full of golden beer.
With the fierce sound, the cup instantly split into pieces and threw the wine around.
Meanwhile, Missol grabbed the cup of the drinker next to him, spread his arms, and threw it at Klein with a swing of his forearm.
What's the point of this?Klein just turned sideways and avoided the glass, allowing it to fall to the wall, smashing it to pieces.
At this time, the clever talker Misol rushed to the entrance of the underground area, trying to enter, find helpers or escape from the secret passage.
He initially determined that the strange and crazy adventurer was disguised as Elaine, boarding the Black Death, and assassinating the attacker of Lieutenant General Tracy.
The opponent's performance that almost succeeded made him understand that when he was alone, he was not his opponent!
This is a pirate general-level strong man!
Dingdeng!Klein chased Misol, the clever talker at high speed.
His figure was fast and agile, and he didn't step on anyone in such a messy bar.
Seeing the guards in the underground area coming towards him with pistols, seeing Missolkin was about to pass the entrance, and seeing the guards around the bar approaching this side, Klein did not hesitate and suddenly held his left hand tightly.
His black glove was instantly covered with dark gold fine scales, and his dark brown eyes suddenly faded, as if they were standing up.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave swept across the surroundings with him as the source point.
Wherever the wave passed, the drinkers squatting down with their heads collapsed and shivered. Military liaison officer Uskent also obviously lost his mind, as if he had encountered the most terrifying and terrifying thing in the world and just wanted to escape from here.
The bar guards who came closer were the same, and their hearts were occupied by great fear and they ran around aimlessly, causing greater chaos.
Dangdangdang!The guards in the underground area threw down their guns, rushed to the corner, curled up, or stood in place with trembling bodies, with their crotch wet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The clever talker, Missol was also struck by lightning, and was circling around the entrance in fear.
This is the shock of the psychologist, also called Long Wei, or group chaos!
This is Klein's only extraordinary range control ability at present!
At this time, Klein's figure running at high speed did not stop, and he rushed to Missol in a few steps.
At this moment, a scene suddenly emerged in his mind: Misol, who seemed to be in great fear, suddenly raised his head, twisted his waist and swung his arms, blasted out his right fist, and headed straight for his head.
Klein did not think about it, fully believed in the premonition of the Joker's danger, and immediately bent down and turned his back sideways.
Almost at the same time, the clever talker Misol looked up suddenly, his tan eyes were dark and clear, without any confusion.
He had escaped from the influence of Long Wei at some time!
This was beyond Klein's expectations.
Bang!
Missol's muscles bulged out, his waist and back twisted, his arms swung, and he burst out a fist that looked like a shell, but failed to hit the expected target and hit the wall at the entrance.
Bang!
The bricks and stones shattered and a big hole surrounded by spider webs appeared at the location where his fist touched, and the entire bar seemed to be shaking.
The power of this punch is many times stronger than that of a revolver!
At this time, Klein had already flashed to the back of his side, straightened his body again, and the gloves seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.
Two lightning flashes in his dark brown eyes, and they shot out like bullets.
Interrogator, mental piercing!
Ah！
Missorkin suddenly screamed, but did not fall to the ground, and rolled in pain, but just raised his hands and tried to cover his head.
He soon magically recovered from the pain of being pierced by the spirit, but felt his forehead had been blocked by the cold metal tube, and saw the cold and thin adventurer on the opposite side pulling the trigger.
With the two so close together, even if the mental puncture effect lasts for only one second, it is enough for Klein to raise his right arm and press the muzzle of the revolver on the head of the clever talker Missolkin!
Bang!
Missorkin wanted to ask for Rao to retract from his half-open mouth, and a picture of blood red and a small amount of white appeared on the wall behind his head, which was sad, bright, and messy.
The gleam in his eyes faded, and Misol fell backwards and slid towards the ground against the wall.
At noon on February 1, 1350, the clever talker, Missol, was hunted.
Klein took a look at the bar that was still in chaos, closed the door of the underground area, wrapped it in the iron chain that already existed, and forcibly tied a knot.
He bent down and dragged Missolkin toward the underground area for a few steps, but did not enter directly.
While guarding against the enemy that might have rushed out of it, he spread his left palm and raised it to point it at the body of the clever talker Misol.
He had no psychological burden on the third deputy of the Black Death. He believed that the other party must be seriously guilty. This was because Missol had once served as a subordinate of Hurricane Lieutenant General Zilingus, and the deceased pirate general even did the ship-slaughtering work. He was a very cold-blooded person. From the experience of the Red Glove Nightmare in the wriggling hunger, we can see one or two. The second is that Missol is now serving Lieutenant General of the Disease, which is indirectly equivalent to serving the Witch Cult. I don’t know how many human trafficking has been involved in.
The wriggling hunger returned to its thin appearance of human skin, the palms were cracked, and two scarlet eyes appeared.
In an instant, a biting cold wind blew in the aisle leading to the underground area. It kept swirling on the body of the clever talker Misol, slowly outlining a blurred figure with short eyebrows and deep eye sockets.
The black but not dim light spots surged out of the corpse, combined with the same kind in the body of the Missol spirit, and jointly devoted themselves to the squirming hunger, drilled into one of the blank fingers, and had a certain connection with the surrounding environment.
The wriggling hunger first becomes dark, both evil and noble, and then returns to its original state, emitting a desire for flesh and blood.
Klein quietly sensed it for a few seconds, and was surprised to find that the ability to draw this time was quite practical. Although there were only two types, it was better than the three types of zombies before!
It was not until this time that he learned that Missol was the lawyer's path to the sequence 6 Corrupt Baron, and that the two abilities he drew were derived from the Corrupt Baron and the other from the corresponding sequence 7 Briber.
The former is distortion, by distorting the target's language, actions and intentions, a certain order that is beneficial to oneself is built, thereby achieving the purpose of limiting or affecting the opponent.
The latter is called bribery, but it is just a type of briber’s ability to bribery. The subdivision can be called bribery weakening.
The prerequisite for using this ability is to give the target a certain thing, and then it can significantly weaken the target's attack, defense or control against itself within a certain period of time.
Give the goal something?
He threw a glass of wine and gave it to me as a bribe?
It is worthy of being the Black Emperor's path, both of which are loopholes in order and seem domineering... No wonder my Dragon Power and Spiritual Puncture were not ideal in Missol, and even the power of the bullet decreased. I thought that the shot could directly lift his skull... Klein suddenly realized.
At the same time, he understood why he could not help but fly to the Black Emperor and the King of the Five Seas Nast. It was because the other party distorted his intention to move forward, which made him unable to stop.
Not bad... Klein looked down at the corpse of the clever talker Misol and headed towards the underground area.
He needs to find some food for the wriggling hunger.
I don't know if it's because I've been thrown on the gray fog many times, but the wriggling hunger is not crazy now and seems to be able to bear it. So, Klein is not in a hurry and moves forward slowly to prevent accidents.
After walking a few steps, he saw the Giant Ozil leading his gang out, with extraordinary people and gunmen inside, with a large number of them!
Klein's expression did not change, and his black gloves were once again covered with dark gold scales.
His eyes faded again, as if they were standing up, and the invisible waves rushed forward in an instant.
Psychologist, Long Wei!
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