Angel stared blankly at the open space downstairs.
The battlefield, which had been chaotic but still relatively clear just now, was now in a mess.
Ray Bieber, who was over two meters tall and estimated to weigh more than 300 kilograms, exploded after Antigonus Notebook was taken out by Lorotta. Distortion's body was more thoroughly shredded than the "docker" that was torn apart by it. Countless Flesh Chunk, internal organs and mucus swept everyone on the field with the surging shock wave.
Tuxedo Clown, who tried to snatch the note, faced the explosion and was instantly knocked away. However, what flew across the battlefield and hit the warehouse wall was a burning Paper Figurine. Under the flames, the clown had disappeared without a trace.
The other Nighthawks is not feeling well either.
In order to control Ray Bieber, Dunn also got very close. He was blown away more than ten meters by the shock wave. His head hit the wooden box beside him, and his body twitched and he lay down.
Lorotta and Borgia were in the same direction and landed in the same position. Lorotta was originally seriously injured by Ray Bieber's silent howl. He then forcibly activated his ability to find the monster's weakness and took back Antigonus Notebook. Now that he was tossed and thrown like this, there was no movement. Borgia was a little better, lying next to Lorotta, groaning and shaking his arms, unconsciously groping for something in his pocket.
Leonard's situation was the worst. When he tried to control Ray Bieber through the ability of Midnight Poet, he was injured by the howling, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground. He was blown to a corner of the open space by the shock wave in the explosion, and there was already a lot of fresh blood around him.
Klein was the furthest away from the center of the explosion and did not seem to have suffered much damage. At this time, he got up from the ground and shook his head trying to stay awake.
After quickly assessing the situation on the field, Angel jumped from the roof and landed slowly with the help of the assassin's "Feather Fall", preparing to help the most seriously injured Leonard first.
She did not forget Tuxedo Clown who escaped, but the wild Beyonder, who had excellent escape skills, was probably injured at this time and did not immediately appear to snatch Antigonus Notebook.
By the way, notes...
She glanced across the ground full of broken Flesh Chunk and internal organs, and found that the ancient and mysterious-looking notebook, stained with Ray Bieber body fluids, was lying quietly next to an arm that was torn, as if it had been gnawed by a dog.
Is that from "Docker" or from "Ray Bieber"?
Suppressing the desire to vomit that surged in his heart, Angel turned his eyes to Klein, who was still standing aside, and said to Klein, who seemed to be frightened. "Klein, protect your notes. I'll go check on Leonard. He..."
Klein, with his windbreaker covered in dust and a tattered top hat, stood motionless, his eyes blank, his feet Distortion in a strange posture, as if the pause button had been pressed halfway through a tap dance.
Could it be...
She saw Sealed Artifact 2-049, and the iron box containing Antigonus Puppet fell at the feet of Klein, not even one meter away. Maybe it was because of the previous With the shooting of Dunn and the shocking explosion of Ray Bieber at the end, the box had already cracked a large crack. The puppet's small hands covered with brown cloth strips were holding on to the crack, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes inside peering into the outside world.
Klein is controlled by 2-049? How long has it been?
Angel bit her lip in annoyance. When she looked down from a height just now, she mistakenly thought that Klein was blinded by the shock wave generated by the explosion. Unexpectedly, this unlucky guy was because 2-049 was blown to his side and directly entered the five-meter effective range, and was controlled by the negative effect.
The only question now is, is it too late to save him?
Not caring to help Leonard who was seriously injured, Angel walked directly towards Klein who was in a completely stagnant state. He stopped about six meters away from 2-049 and about five meters away from Klein.
She still remembers the changes that occurred when Sealed Artifact 2-049 felt the breath of the descendant of the Antigonus Family at Ray Bieber's home. At this time, in a place where the "breath" of Ray Bieber was everywhere, 2-049 was undoubtedly still in a manic state, which meant that he could control two targets at the same time.
Although he is eager to save people, it is meaningless to involve himself. He is the only one present with the ability to move. If he rashly walks into the effective range of Sealed Artifact, he may not be able to save Klein, and he will become the second victim. For now, the only way is to find a stick that exceeds the influence range of 2-049 and poke Klein's body to wake it up.
No, apart from myself, there was also that Tuxedo Clown...
Thinking of this, she seemed to hear secret and slow footsteps.
But except for himself and Klein who were standing stiff, there was no third person standing around.
It seems that Tuxedo Clown used his ability to hide his figure again, and is he planning to kill her? Or deal with Klein who is like a living target?
Angel held the gun in one hand, his mind racing, and his eyes glanced in the direction of the footsteps.
The note is Antigonus Family's note!
The notebook on the ground that Lorotta took out from Ray Bieber's body caught her eye. Tuxedo Clown seemed to be aimlessly provoking and interfering with Nighthawks's operations, but his purpose had always been this notebook.
At this time, she only regretted that she had not stayed up late to make a few "Phantom Phosphor Eruption". If she had brought this special bullet to deal with invisible enemies, she would not have fallen into the current passive situation at all.
Unfortunately, it was useless to regret now. She could only follow the general direction of the footsteps and the connection between the notes and shoot two bursts based on her intuition.
"Bang! Bang!"
Unsurprisingly, such blind shooting had no chance of hitting, but these two shots successfully stopped the invisible clown. Angel seized this moment and rushed towards Antigonus Notebook, ignoring the disgusting red and yellow mucus on the cover, and grabbed it in his hand.
Less than five meters in front of her, the air seemed to be heated Distortion, and like an invisible curtain being lifted, Tuxedo Clown's thin figure appeared.
Calling him Tuxedo Clown is no longer appropriate. He is like a beggar who picked up shabby clothes. The black formal suit he wore for a high-end dinner party has been torn full of holes by the explosion just now. One sleeve is missing, revealing a close-fitting white shirt with a little blood on it. The silk top hat was thrown away unknown where, and the clown paint on his face was also mixed with blood. At this time, the corners of the mouth of this face were depressed, full of anger, and the eyes emphasized by the red paint were staring at Angel.
Snap!
The clown snaps his fingers, and invisible bullets are generated and fired at a speed that is not inferior to physical bullets.
Angel, who had already seen the opponent's methods and was well prepared, rolled on the spot to avoid the attack of "Air Bullet" and then raised his gun with his backhand to fight back.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Shot after shot, Angel only now realized the helplessness of the Nighthawkss who had fought the clown before. Even if they were less than ten meters away, the clown could still twist his body or bounce and change directions, perfectly dodging the bullets fired at him.
Is it reaction speed? Or is it the special ability given to him by Potion?
Fortunately, the gun Intimidation made the clown dare not continue to pursue. He bypassed the effective range of 2-049 and drew an arc away from Angel.
Does he know the effect of Sealed Artifact?
Angel looked at the clown's movement path in confusion. The moment the clown snapped his fingers and fired an invisible bullet, he left his position and avoided the fatal blow.
"Click!"
The trigger was empty, and Angel, which had run out of bullets, still did not hurt the nimble clown. She was holding a note in one hand and could not reload, so she could only drop the empty gun and take out the spare pistol from her armpit. However, during this delay, the clown had already followed the influence range of 2-049 and reached behind Klein.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the clown, now under cover, was no longer silent, and opened his mouth to speak the first words of the day, "Stop doing these meaningless things. Don't you want to rescue your companion quickly? In two or three minutes, he will never wake up."
At this time, the two of them centered on Klein, who was in a stagnant state, and stood in a straight line around the range where 2-049 took effect, ten meters away. Angel tried to avoid Klein, but the other party was alert and immediately made corresponding moves simultaneously, hiding behind Klein.
The two of them were like cowboys dueling with guns, constantly adjusting their positions around Klein step by step, looking for opportunities.
"My mission is only that notebook. Throw it to me and I will leave immediately." The clown's slightly shrill voice drifted along the wind. "You still have enough time to save him. This is a last resort, and your superiors will not blame you."
"How can you guarantee that you won't kill us after getting the notes?"
Angel put on a hesitant look and asked slowly. He kept moving his feet, trying to move left and right to find a shot that could avoid Klein and hit the opponent.
"I can't guarantee this, but I can guarantee another thing. If you don't hand over the notes immediately, I will kill this idiot first and then have a 'fair duel' with you."
The clown stretched one hand over his head to hold the top hat, and snapped his fingers with the other hand. The invisible bullet made a shallow pit at Klein's feet. Unfortunately, the missing top hat missed him, making this deliberately handsome move even more comical.
No, this position can only be hit by hand at most, and with his vigilance, it is almost impossible to hit...
Angel looked at the clown's hands and feet stretching out from time to time behind Klein, and tried to shoot several times, but could not find a good opportunity.
If anyone else can help...
"If you kill him, I will throw the note next to the box immediately, and you won't be able to get it." While dealing with the clown, Angel turned his peripheral vision to the surroundings. Several injured Nighthawks were either unconscious or groaning, and no one could provide immediate support.
At this moment, she found that the dull eyes of Klein, who was standing frozen, seemed to have regained their vitality, and she blinked at Angel.
Can people affected by 2-049 still blink?
When she was confused, Klein twitched the corner of her mouth again, as if she was afraid that the clown behind her would notice. The movement was very small, but Angel, who was observing carefully, still noticed it.
Has he gotten rid of the negative effects?
Although I don't know how Klein did it, this is undoubtedly the best way to break the deadlock.
"How about this, I'll throw the note at his feet first, you help me rescue him, and then take the note and leave." In order to prevent the clown from finding out that Klein had woken up, Angel casually made a suggestion to attract the other party's attention.
"Do you think I'm a fool? If you dare to do this, I'll make a hole in his head right away."
The clown seemed to be irritated. He raised his right hand and pinched his thumb and middle finger together, making a gesture of firing invisible bullets.
Klein, who had his back turned to him, blinked again and then rolled his eyes towards his feet.
He is signaling to use Sealed Artifact 2-049!
Angel reacted, no longer hesitating, flicked his left hand holding the note, and threw Antigonus Notebook towards 2-049 at the feet of Klein...
Klein also bent down and squatted down at the same time, avoiding the invisible bullet fired at him by the angry clown.
Snap!
"Bang!"
The snap of fingers and the firing sound of the revolver sounded at the same time, and invisible and tangible bullets flew over Klein's head at the same time. The former scratched the left shoulder of Angel who was ducking sideways, and penetrated the windbreaker leaving a blood mark. The latter penetrated the clown's right chest, creating an ugly wound that ran through the front and back.
This guy!
How did he wake up?
The clown's eyes widened and he was horrified. He didn't care to continue attacking the two of them. He covered the wound on his chest with one hand and wiped it on his shoulder, wiping away the fatal wound like a stain. A bloody wound appeared on his shoulder.
He pinched two fingers of his other hand together and snapped his fingers, as if there were flames gushing out from his fingers.
The mission failed, now I can only... escape...
His rapidly racing thoughts suddenly became stagnant, Slowing, and his joints were filled with glue, making it difficult to move at all. In his sight, the flames that jumped out between his fingers burned and disappeared, leaving only a wisp of black smoke.
It's... Anti... Brother...
The only eyeball that could still move turned to his feet. The iron box that was still a few meters away had appeared next to him. In the cracks, Pure Black's pupilless eyes were looking at him.