Chapter 68 "Monster"

In the evening, the shadows of the carriages and horses were long dragged by the setting sun.

Klein, who had already confessed to Benson and Melissa, had dinner at the Blackthorn Security Company, and was taking the public carriage to the dock area with Old Neil.

He was wearing the original cheap formal clothes, because he was worried that similar occasions would be prone to conflict - if he broke the tuxedo that he usually served with care, it would not only be distressed.

When the sun was burning with a burning feeling, the carriage stopped, and Old Neil, still wearing the classical black robe and the same-colored round-brimmed felt hat, walked towards the "Dragon Bar" diagonally opposite without caring about other people's eyes.

Even if the bar was a little far apart, even if the door was heavily closed, Klein could still hear a wave of shouts inside, which seemed to be cheering for a "hero".

Just as he was approaching, he suddenly felt a sense, turned his head to look at the cargo warehouse opposite the bar, and saw a burly, well-dressed man standing in a hidden place on the roof.

The man was carrying a huge gray-white mechanical case, and in his hand was a long and thick rifle with a complicated structure.

And there is an obvious pipe connection between the gray-white metal box and the rifle of the same color.

"High-pressure steam rifle?" Klein whispered in surprise, turned to look at Old Neil and said, "Can this bar still get this kind of weapon?"

This is a military control product!

Although the extracted phlogiston is used, the size and weight of the high-pressure steam backpack are still amazing, and it must be a real Predator.

Coupled with the appropriate aiming, it can almost be equal to an inferior sniper rifle.

"What?" Old Neil narrowed his eyes and looked over, with the same puzzled expression, "Is something wrong here?"

Something happened? Klein looked around and saw that there were still several men with repeating rifles searching for something.

"What's the matter?" Old Neil approached the bar and asked the burly man standing outside the door.

The burly man clearly knew Old Neil, and said with a wry smile on his face with trembling muscles:

"The bar was almost demolished just now."

"It is said that a wanted guy came to buy materials and was recognized, so that's how it happened... my lord, what the hell did he do, and how dangerous is it to be treated like this? Seeing those guns, My legs are soft, softer than messing around with red-haired Shanny all night!"

He didn't know the identity of the wanted person, nor did he know that the guys who came here to buy materials were mixed with Beyonders.

"The wanted guy? Do you know what his name is?" Old Neil asked with interest.

"It's called, it's Tris?" the burly man answered uncertainly.

"Instigator" Tris? Klein suddenly nodded and understood what was going on.

Triss didn't know that he had been suspected by Joyce Meyer before, so he swaggered to the underground market to buy materials, but was caught by the "Heart of Machine" or the informant of the "Punisher" and "Nighthawks" team. It was recognized, which led to a fierce conflict.

"Has he been caught?" Klein nodded at the silver-studded black cane.

Looking at the surrounding posture, it seems that there is no...

The burly man shook his head slightly, pointed to the top of the opposite cargo warehouse with his chin, and said:

"He rushed out before those terrifying guys arrived, oh, I've never seen anyone who can run better than him!"

In fact, you haven't seen the true abilities of the "assassin", otherwise you will be taken to an indescribable place for re-education... Klein slandered.

"Is the trading market still open?" Old Neil turned to the point.

"Just recovered." The burly man replied affirmatively.

"That's good." Old Neil took two quick steps, stretched out his right hand, and pushed open the heavy door.

Klein followed closely and walked in.

I was almost overwhelmed by the sultry heat and the smell of wine.

In the center of the "Dragon Bar" stood a boxing ring, two shirtless men were fighting fiercely, and dozens of drinkers around were shouting for their supporters, some of which were vulgar.

Old Neil ignored them and led Klein around the ring to a billiard room at the back.

There were two people in the billiard room holding a cue, talking and laughing, and when they saw Old Neil pushing the door in, they were silent for a few seconds.

After confirming the person who came, they quietly stepped aside and allowed Old Neil and Klein to pass through the secret door behind them.

Walking through several rooms in a row, Klein's eyes were suddenly bright, and he saw a place the size of a lecture hall in his previous life.

There are people who set up stalls with bottles and jars piled up on them, and some people walk among the former, or examine, exchange, or compare prices.

"One-twentieth of all the proceeds will go to Swain, ah, he's the owner of the Dragon's bar, the former captain of the 'Punishers' squad, older than me, an old guy who wants to die of alcoholism ." Old Neil introduced with a broken mouth.

Klein thought for a while and sincerely commented:

"A pretty lucrative business."

Because the cost is just to provide space and shelter.

"If you fancy an item and don't bring enough money, you can borrow it from Swain. Of course, he will charge a very high interest..." Speaking of which, Old Neil gritted his teeth for a while.

Sure enough, just like a casino, it will provide usury services... Klein held a cane, looked around, and asked curiously:

"Mr. Swain was a 'navigator'?"

The captain of the "Substitute Punisher" team should be in the position of Sequence 7.

"No, it's just the 'Raging People'. Tingen does not belong to the coast. Here, the Church of the Goddess is stronger than the Lord of the Storm." Old Neil sneered, "Actually, Swain has the opportunity to become a 'Navigator'. Yes, but he was afraid of losing control and chose to give up."

Klein was about to ask the bar owner if he had nearly lost control when he suddenly sensed a strange phenomenon on the left side.

There seems to be something lurking there, whispering and speaking.

Klein turned his head and saw a pale young man. He was wearing a tattered linen shirt and blue-gray trousers unique to the working class. His eyes were very slack but full of madness, and he was constantly talking about something.

"His inspiration is so high...or distorted?" Klein frowned and whispered.

It was the other party's "inspiration" that aroused his "inspiration" just now!

Normally, the perception brought by "inspiration" will definitely have a certain interaction, and it is almost impossible to hide from others, but this "other" refers to "psychics" who have displayed abilities, as well as powerful people with similar specialties. It is actually difficult for an Extraordinary like Ryan to distinguish it. Only when the other party's "inspiration" reaches a certain level, or when there is an abnormal distortion, can he find out.

Eye contact, the pale, messy black-haired young man stepped forward and came over, with an expression that was half sleepwalking and half crazy.

He stopped in front of Klein and stared blankly at him.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly:

"Haha, the smell of death, the... ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly screamed, his eyes were tightly closed, and bloody liquid flowed out.

"Ah!" "Damn it!"... The young man covered his eyes, held his head, and struggled and rolled on the ground. It took a while for him to calm down and lay there panting.

During the whole process, none of the customers and vendors who set up the stall looked at each other.

Klein held down his half-top hat and stared at Old Neil next to him in a stunned manner, expressing surprise and asking for advice with his actions.

"Don't worry, his name is Admisor, an orphan, nicknamed 'monster', he is naturally inspired, he can often see things that shouldn't be seen, and hear things that shouldn't be heard, so he often talks nonsense , often hurt." Old Neil shook his head and explained.

Can he see that my body has died once? Klein frowned, lowered his voice, and asked suspiciously:

"The Nighthawk, the Punisher, and the Heart of the Machine, haven't you thought of recruiting him into the team?"

"No, we don't have a sequence potion suitable for him." Old Neil sighed.

Yes, this means that half of the sequence start has been solidified by nature... Klein asked curiously:

"Then which sequence pathway is he suitable for?"

"The Sequence 9 he is suitable for is called 'Monster', and his nickname comes from here. Unfortunately, only the School of Life has mastered the beginning of this Sequence pathway." Old Neil replied in a low voice.

His conversation with Klein tried to avoid the people around him, so as not to leak information to those occult lovers.

Life school? Klein recalled the materials he had read before.

This secret organization appeared in the early days of this era, the exact source is unknown, and it is mainly based on the inheritance of master and apprentice.

Their specific theories and beliefs are also rarely shared. Klein only knows that they divide the world into three layers: the world of absolute rationality, also known as the world of absolute truth; the world of spirit; and the world of matter.

It is said that this secret organization has also produced a "prophet"... Isn't this the sequence pathway that should correspond to a "diver"... I don't understand... Klein shook his head repeatedly, watching Admisor struggle to get up and wander. to another corner.

He collected his thoughts, followed behind Old Neil, and walked through the stalls, and found that there were plants such as moonflower, golden tangerine, night vanilla, and minerals such as sterling silver, citrine, and ruby.

"It's quite complete..." Klein whispered.

The occult fans around him, old or young, male or female, sometimes walked, sometimes distinguished, and sometimes communicated, which made the place quite lively.

"You walk around by yourself, I'll pay the bill." Old Neil pointed to one of the two rooms at the end.

"Okay." Klein nodded indifferently.

Carrying a black walking stick, he slowly paced to a booth selling homemade amulets, and took a serious look at it for a while.

Just as Klein was about to speak out, he suddenly heard someone asking at the booth behind him:

"Is this the powder of bougainvillea?"

Bovine peony? Isn't this auxiliary material for the "spectator" potion? Klein turned thoughtfully and looked at the inquirer.

For this kind of material, because "justice" was repeated several times at that time, he was very impressed by the memory.