Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 137 Splendid Fireworks
The bullets, which were either flowing with light golden splendor or blooming with brilliant light and fire, pierced through the void one after another, hitting the head of “Grieving Soul” Steve.
Thanks to the Joker’s control over his body and his constant practice of marksmanship, the six bullets with the “Purifying Chop” attached to them accurately hit the same area as the previous two!
They were like fists from the Giant of Light, pounding the left cheek of “Spiteful Soul” Steve one after another!
In the sound of thumping, Steve, who was entangled in the strange arms and the green and black vines, and could not evade in vain, his head continued to raise sideways, his body trembled, and his cheekbones quickly sunk and broke out white and sharp bones!
Bang!
That last bullet completely broke there, causing the dark red blood of this Sequence 5 powerhouse to splatter out, causing either radiant or golden flames to continuously burrow inwards, burning out gusts of greenish-black mist.
In that divine light, Steve’s clothing was set ablaze, his body rapidly charring and dripping grease.
However, he was not dead!
Compared to the “Secret Puppet Master” Rosago, the survival ability of Sequence 5 of the Fae Pathway was obviously much stronger!
However, the hard-hit Steve could no longer fight against the strange pulling arms, his legs could not be contained, and he almost flew up and threw himself towards the bronze-colored door, towards the deep cracks, and towards a pair of eyes hidden in the dark depths.
Just then, Sharon, whose forehead was sweating, clenched her right palm violently.
The illusory and subtle light was abruptly interrupted, and the mysterious and indescribable bronze gate lost the root of its existence.
It rattled and shook, pulling back the arms, either toothy or bloody, reluctantly to close the gap before Steve entered.
Clang!
The door closed, flew transparent, disappeared!
Steve’s forward leaning body stiffened in place, charred and dried out like one of those long-burned dry corpses, or even closer to a carbonized stick of wood with only the remnants of a fire left.
Sharon’s figure, clenching her right fist and holding the “Crimson Moon Coronet”, quickly materialized, took a step forward, and overlapped with Steve’s. In Klein’s psychic vision, he instantly saw the “Crimson Moon Coronet”.
In Klein’s psychic vision, he instantly lost sight of her, but the charred Steve raised both fists and slammed his head, which had already suffered a serious injury.
Bang!
His head turned into a pulp like a rotten tomato, milky white specks spraying upward at first, then falling in all directions.
Accompanying it out was a translucent void, which quickly spread out and transformed into a giant jellyfish-like thing with unrealistic liquids bobbing inside and a pair of ghastly white eyes coalescing!
Sharon was forced out by the bizarre thing and resurfaced next to it.
She prodded her left hand forward with a huff, and a silent shrill whine escaped her mouth.
The ground steeply turned black and seemed to become a muddy abyssal sea, from which grew a twisted, blood-colored vine that split into multiple sections, each with four sharp teeth and an eye.
This blood-colored vine frantically grew upwards, fixing the jellyfish-like silhouette at once, greedily sucking up the unreal liquid inside.
The silhouette quickly collapsed, and the blood-colored vines retreated back into the muddy abyssal sea.
But with that delay, the headless, charred Steve ran, across the clearing and towards the exit.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t completely dead, even if he had lost his head!
Steve had just taken a few steps when a sudden crunch sounded in the quiet air.
Snap!
Klein, wearing a long black double-breasted tuxedo and a half-height bowler hat of the same color, snapped his fingers as he turned sideways to him.
Boom!
The dirt beneath Steve’s feet was furiously lifted off the ground, and crimson flames rose with it.
It spread upward, reaching its own highest point before spilling down again, like a beautiful firework.
In such a firework, the body of Steve the Grieving Soul was completely torn apart, with charred black hands, feet, guts and blood spilling out all over the ground, among which a finger rolled to Klein’s feet, and the brown, translucent “vial of biotoxin” landed on the other side of the road. The brown translucent “biotoxin vial” fell in another direction.
The remains of Steve’s last vestiges wriggled for a few moments before finally becoming calm.
In the light of the fire and the scene, Klein felt his spirituality become more alive, and the power inside him, which was not yet fully his, came closer in a way.
Following this feeling, he handed his gun over to his left hand, removed the half-height silk bowler hat on top of his head with his black-gloved right palm, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly in a salute facing Sharon.
Sharon’s azure eyes looked over.
She looked past Klein to Tyr and Maric, who were still fighting in the back.
Sharon’s silhouette disappeared, and Tyr’s eyes immediately reflected her appearance.
Tyr stood there, his black hairs standing on end.
His arms were raised with difficulty, and he pressed his head.
Click!
He twisted hard, and his eyes then saw the spine hidden under the broken clothing.
Snap!
With another twist and tug, Tyr pulled his head off alive!
Throughout the entire process, he didn’t let out a single scream, didn’t utter a single word.
He carried his own head, letting the blood drip down, lost his head of the body is still straight and will not fall.
Sharon didn’t leave Tyr’s body right away, she seemed to be trying something.
Soon, a little bit of black and green light precipitated out of Tyr’s head and body, and with one of the fangs as the core, it quickly coalesced together.
It seems that Miss Sharon has a way to accelerate the precipitation of extraordinary characteristics …… The prerequisite should be that she possesses the target, kills the other party, and takes full control of the body …… Klein has some dawning interest in bending down and picking up the shell casings that fell on the ground, and one by one, no less, she puts them into the iron square box.
He was afraid that the subsequent investigators, based on the special characteristics of the cartridges, would find the “craftsman” and the lady who bought the formula of the “barbarian” and “briber”, and thus lock up the “Eye of Wisdom”, which is the most powerful weapon in the world. The party of the “Eye of Wisdom” threatened his own safety.
As for the warheads, they had long since been sacrificed to the gods in holy light and flame, just as the materials for the spells.
Putting the revolver away, Klein was about to take a step when Sharon appeared with exaggerated speed next to the Biotoxin Vial, letting it float on its own and fall into his palm.
Before Klein could think of anything else, the pale lady flicked her wrist and threw the brown translucent bottle and a black and green fang at him.
…… To save time and help me pick up the loot? Stunned for a moment, Klein instinctively drew out a piece of paper and shrouded the two items without making direct contact!
At this time, his line of sight, Sharon complicated black court dress lost the usual neatness, in the wind gently shaking, while the drooping light gold hair has a few complexes pasted on the side of the cheek, so that Sharon more than a few people feel.
Well …… this “biotoxin bottle” is self-covered …… just do not know what negative effects …… Klein lowered his head, examined his own trophy, and sealed the “biotoxin bottle” with the black lid hanging nearby to prevent it from continuing to plague himself.
As for the black and green fangs, it was the extraordinary characteristic left by the “werewolf” Tyr.
Klein put the two items into a small steel box and used the Holy Night Powder to create a spiritual wall to block their influence on the surrounding area, while watching from the corner of his eye as Sharon’s figure disappeared and the remnants of Steve’s flesh and blood wriggled and precipitated into almost transparent points of light.
All the same, he was keeping a wary eye on Maric, lest the other man suddenly go mad.
In this vigilance, he realized that the healing power of the “zombie” was indeed amazing, and the bone-deep wounds that were visible just now had basically closed!
Maric also looked deeply at him, seemed to remember something, understood something.
After completing the task at hand, Klein took a dozen steps around, first picking up the square iron box that had been dug up by the zombies and phantoms, and then finding the Aztec copper whistle and the master key surrounded by human-sized “candles”.
He glanced at it and realized with embarrassment that he was afraid to pick it up either.
”The effects of the Crimson Moon Corona were still radiating through the clearing!
–This was the last and least preparation he had presupposed to make under it, and for that reason had taken the time to go to the lying hospital morgue specifically to test what those corpses would do and what they were going to do when they snatched up the Aztec Copper Whistles, and so the process had been designed accordingly.
”Ahem, can you stop the effects of the ‘Crimson Moon Corona’?” Klein turned his head to look at Sharon, who had resurfaced.
She already had a translucent doll in her hand.
Sharon didn’t say anything and put the Crimson Moon Coronet in her other hand onto her chest.
The circle of scarlet jewels quickly dimmed, and the light of the full moon disappeared into the abandoned clearing.
Only then did Klein bend down, pinch the circle with his fingertips, lift up the Aztec brass whistle and the master key, and put them into the square box with the indentation of the bullet, and quickly made a seal.
Meanwhile, Marich circled around and disposed of the scene.
Sharon regaled the compact black fedora, and her figure first vanished into thin air, and then appeared in front of Klein.
”The Book of Secrets is in your guest room at home.” Sharon said calmly.
In other words, no matter what the final result is, as long as I can return alive, I can reap part of the reward and not work for nothing …… Klein revealed a smile and bowed slightly:
”Thank you for your generosity.”
”The official Extraordinary may arrive at any time, it’s time for us to leave.”
Sharon nodded and said:
”Do you need any help?”
”No need.” Klein let out a soft laugh, “I have a lot of fireworks left to set off.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he had raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Boom! Rumble! Rumble!
The remaining bombs burst one by one, sending upward beams of flame.
They clustered around the largest and most striking one in the off-center position, dreamy and bright.
Sharon’s eyes were instinctively drawn to it for a second, and when she looked over again, Klein’s figure had disappeared, and there was only a beam of fire slowly dissipating.
Beyond the clearing, on the road that made a small circle to the northwest and would not run into the official Extraordinary Person head-on, a match was lit one after another, and a flame flew crimson and quickly disappeared.
Klein’s figure kept surfacing within them, leaping away from the West Byron Dockyard.
Immediately afterward, he took out a bottle of special pure dew, smeared it onto his face, and removed all the oil and color with a light rub of paper.
Snap!
Klein shook his wrist and let the paper burn to ashes.
Then, he picked up the cane he had hidden nearby, straightened his clothes, and walked out into the street like a normal person.
It didn’t take long for Klein to arrive at a church, which was named:
”The Church of the Lever”.
Because many of the faithful were not wealthy and might not be able to rest on Sundays, and the usual daytime was even more hectic, the churches of the major churches would stay open until the early hours of the morning to give most of the faithful a chance to come and pray and confess.
Klein glanced up, nudged the steps with the black cane he held in his hand, and stepped inside.
This was where he intended to escape the next wave of scrutiny of the surrounding crowd.
……
A few minutes later, a “Mechanical Heart” team appeared in the open space surrounded by the abandoned warehouse.
There were five of them, each armed with a different extraordinary weapon, but they frowned at the plowed landscape.
After looking around for a while, they gruffly plunged into the search for clues.
……
Inside the Church of the Lever.
Since it was not yet eleven o’clock, it was not a small crowd, but none spoke, and the whole prayer hall was so peaceful to the point of sanctity that one did not want to break the stillness.
Klein sat in a chair in the third row against the aisle, leaning his black cane forward and removing his half-height silk bowler hat.
Dressed in a long black double-breasted tuxedo, he clasped both hands against his jaw and closed his eyes, his expression unusually calm as he faced the triangular holy emblem at the very front.