Part 1. The Joker Chapter 73 – The First Battle
Under the bright afternoon sunlight, the dusty Klein quickly adjusted the revolver’s firing position and triggered the corresponding device, putting himself into a state where he could shoot and hit the enemy at any time, letting the brass-colored metal of the gun reflect a flowing glow.
He gripped the gun with one hand and stretched it flat forward, wary of possible changes in his surroundings.
At the same time, he was a little worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Al Hassan in the gray lapel trench coat, because they are both “nightmares”, more skilled at secretly influencing the enemy, and I do not know if a head-to-head confrontation is feasible.
At the very moment when Klein’s thoughts were turning, Al Hassan slowed down his forward steps, and his expression became serene and sad.
His mouth opened and he recited a poem that calmed people and made them feel as if they were in the night:
”Whenever the sun sinks in the west”
”Dewdrops adorn the lapel of dusk.”
”She is as pale as the moon in her veil”
”or as the stars that accompany the moon.”
”The evening primrose, nourished by the night’s dew.
”bloomed into a graceful, delicate flower.”
”like a hermit who shuns the sun.”
…… (note 1)
The chanting echoed out, and Klein nearly lost his tightness and completely relaxed.
Fortunately, he had already had similar experiences and was not in the direction that El Hassan was facing, so he quickly settled his spirit and used a semi-meditative state to counteract the effects of the “poem”.
He breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any doubts about Dunn and Al’s ability to fight head on.
Because he had only been promoted for a short time, he didn’t know much about Sequence Potions, and he had forgotten that Sequence 7 “Nightmare” was advanced from Sequence 8 “Midnight Poet”, which retained all of its previous abilities, with a small increase.
Klein’s impression of “Midnight Poet” came from Leonard Mitchell, and he knew that this profession also inherited the special characteristics of the “Sleepless One”, specializing in fighting, shooting, climbing and sensing, and also specializing in using different styles of poetry to cause different impacts on the surrounding living beings. He was also good at using different styles of poetry to cause different effects on the living beings around him, simply put, he was a violent poet.
In the sound of El Hassan’s chanting, there was a sudden ripple of water next to the stacks of large wooden crates, and a man wearing a black tuxedo and a half-height silk bowler hat appeared.
However, this man’s face was painted with red, yellow and white oil paint, painted both corners of the mouth high up “clown” appearance, and itself to participate in the dinner party like formal dress formed an absurd and ridiculous contrast.
Stomp! Introduced as a marksman, the dark-haired Lolota sprinted, gun in one hand, fist in the other, and closed in on the tuxedoed clown in a few steps.
The tuxedo clown seemed to have been affected by El Hassan’s verse, his body shook slightly, his eyes were calm and peaceful, and he had no desire to resist at all.
Snap! The black-haired lady, Lolota, crossed diagonally at a boxing pace, lifted her arm and swung her fist, blasting it into the tuxedoed clown’s face.
Bang!
The air exploded, and the tuxedo clown suddenly shattered like a mirror, piece by piece, quickly evaporating and disappearing.
Right at this time, a few steps away in the shadowy location of the pile of wooden crates, the figure of the Tuxedo Clown flew and sketched out, reappearing.
The guy who was affected just now was surprisingly just a phantom! It was just a performance!
The tuxedoed clown’s mouth grinned as usual with a comical smile, as he pressed his half-height bowler hat with one hand, raised one hand, and snapped his fingers.
Bang!
His snapping finger made the sound of a gun being fired, and Lolota snatched up a left lunge and rolled in succession, ducking.
But nothing happened, except the virtual gunshot.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dunn and Al each raised their guns and fired steadily at point-blank range as the tuxedoed clown lunged left and right, retreated and rolled, as if performing acrobatics.
Suddenly, the black-haired lady Lolota rushed over again from somewhere, known as the sharpshooter, she still twisted her waist and swung her arm, swinging her fist to hit the enemy.
Bang!
The tuxedo clown couldn’t dodge in time and raised his left arm upwards, blocking the punch.
Seeing him pause, Dunn and Al didn’t hesitate at all as they each took aim and pulled the trigger.
Just then, the position of Tuxedo Joker’s arm against Lolota’s fist suddenly lit up with orange flames.
But in a flash, the flames wrapped the Tuxedo Clown inside and spread towards Lolota.
Bang! Bang! Dunn and Al’s revolvers fired separately, hitting the flames.
The flames burned rapidly, and soon only black dust flew, but the tuxedoed clown’s figure reappeared not far away, half-hiding behind several wooden crates stacked on top of each other.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Bang!
In the virtual sound of gunshots, Lolota suddenly paused in her steps and didn’t make a lunge, there was dirt splattered in front of her and bullet holes surfaced.
The blow from the tuxedoed clown was no longer an illusion!
It was real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Tuxedo Clown snapped his fingers, dodging and dodging as he shot against Dunn and Al.
Seeing such a scene, Luo Luo Ta narrowed his eyes and raised the dark golden long-barreled revolver held in his left hand.
Bang!
The tuxedoed clown crouched down and shrunk, avoiding the fatal blow, while his half-height silk bowler hat fluttered backward and fell into the dust, with obvious scorch marks and bullet holes on it.
With a few tumbles, he climbed the cascading crates with the agility of a curly-haired baboon, snapped his fingers condescendingly, and fired off an air bomb.
El Hassan took a few steps back, lowered his pistol, and began to chant once more:
”Her beauty is open only to the night.”
”But the night is blind to beauty.”
”Completely blind to her love.”
…… (note 1)
The tuxedoed clown kept jumping between the crates, suddenly lifting his hand and pulling out his ears, looking at Al with a fixed wry smile.
He wouldn’t have pre-plugged his ears, would he? The sequence magic potion mastered by the Mithraic Order is quite strange …… Klein looked at it from afar and had a certain guess in his heart.
His thoughts had just had a flash when he suddenly saw a figure appear at the top of the side warehouse and darted towards the innermost one where Riel Bieber was hiding.
The figure was dressed in off-white longshoreman’s clothing and appeared to have red, yellow and white greasepaint on his face as well.
The tuxedoed clown was in charge of distracting the captain and the others, and someone else was going to pick up the notes? Klein’s thoughts floated, and subconsciously raised his right hand and took a shot at the figure on the roof.
He had just had his aim and given advance when the figure suddenly dropped into a crouch and changed his run to a flip.
Bang!
Klein pulled the trigger without retracting, only to see the silhouette stutter violently, with blood blooming from his body.
The silhouette looked this way in shock, endured the pain of the injury, and continued to rush towards the innermost warehouse.
Casual shooting to understand …… Klein’s mouth twitched, and once again pulled the trigger, this time, the bullet hit the wooden roof next to the silhouette.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leonard and Borgia fired their respective shots as well, but neither hit the figure.
Klein was about to spit out that they weren’t nearly as good of shots as he was, but his finger on the trigger stopped in a huff.
Right! Why did you stop him?
Didn’t I just divine that the warehouse was extremely dangerous? Isn’t it good to let this guy explore and step on a mine?
Leonard and that Mr. Borgia should be for the same purpose ……
Between flashes of thoughts, Klein raised the barrel of his gun and shot the bird upwards.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a few gunshots, the silhouette reached the roof of the innermost warehouse unhindered.
He lunged down, elbow to elbow, and fell in with the shattered roof.
Accompanying the sound, the dark-haired lady Lolota’s eyes suddenly turned ghostly black and her left hand made a strange downward pulling motion.
The tuxedo clown’s tumbling and jumping movements immediately stalled, and his ankles seemed to be tightly clutched by an invisible hand.
And instead of firing immediately, Dunn dropped his revolver.
He opened his mouth, and without moving the knot in his throat, he resonated the air around him purely with his own spirituality, and an ethereal, fluttering, and odd voice rang out:
”Her flowers bloom in one night until morning.”
”But when the day opens her eyes.”
”and was so ashamed of the gaze that she could not hide.”
”She wilts and fades in a daze.”
…… (note 1)
The tuxedoed clown’s struggles were suddenly feeble, and he seemed to lose that desire to live.
Al Hassan raised his pistol and aimed it at his enemy, his finger about to snap.
Just in this instant of lightning, an unusually mournful and miserable scream came out from the innermost warehouse:
”Ah!”
That miserable scream contained extreme intense fear, as if it had encountered something unimaginably terrible.
As Klein was creeped out, the screams ended abruptly, and the innermost warehouse returned to silence, a silence that made people’s scalp numb.
Bang!
Al was somewhat affected, the bullet only hitting the tuxedoed clown in the stomach.
Ho, ho. Ho! The silence of the innermost warehouse is broken once again as a gasp that should have been soft sounds out of nowhere, it goes from small to loud, tugging at everyone’s nerves.
Dum-dum-dum! Thud-thud-thud!
Inside the iron-black box, “2-049” suddenly went berserk, mad as hell.
Note 1: Quoted from the English poet Clare’s “Evening Primrose”, translated by Flying White.