Klein fired all the bullets in the revolver, and streamers of brass, pale gold, and silver quickly passed the not-so-long distance between the two of them.

To his regret, he couldn't restrain his sneezing and coughing during the process, and the bullets failed to hit all of them. Only two bullets hit Mr. A's body, one penetrated into the forehead and the other into the torso.

Nourish!

The sound of burning came out, but Mr. A's head seemed to have no bones, it was just a pile of rotten flesh, and the pale golden bullet was deeply trapped in it, and it stopped quickly, failing to cause fatal damage, only to bloom a golden glow like the sun .

Mr. A lifted his neck, and the flesh and blood in the holed head were squirming crazily.

He wasn't dead, or even seriously injured.

He used to be the "Rose Bishop" with tenacious vitality!

Seeing this scene, Klein made a decisive decision, turned his head and ran away, and stopped trying to attack. Mr. A panted heavily, lowered his head again, and licked the minced meat and internal organs he had coughed up.

Sneezes and coughs happened alternately, and Klein ran around and rolled over from time to time.

Finally, he fled to the very edge, which was a cliff more than fifty meters away.

Under the cliff, the slightly turbid Tussock River is surging, wide but calm.

Without hesitation, Klein stepped hard and jumped out.

He fell rapidly, feeling the intense weightlessness brought about by the free fall.

His body tore through the air, trying to adjust his posture in mid-air, turning it into a standard diving action.

cough! Ah Choo!

The disease stopped his tumbling for three and a half weeks, and the opening of his body and the adjustment of his palms were not in place.

With a snap, he fell on the water and turned into a thin sheet of white paper.

The paper figurine got wet quickly, half submerged and half floating.

At the bottom of the water not far away, Klein's figure was outlined, trembling.

His clothes were soaked, as were the remaining papers and bills in his wallet.

After staying away from Mr. A, the disease has been alleviated... Klein thought with lingering fear.

If the coughing and sneezing hadn't subsided a lot at the last moment, he wouldn't even have time to use the paper doll stand-in method, and he would have suffered internal bleeding and died directly. Of course, if the cause of death was that, he felt that he could be resurrected.

Pushing his feet into the water, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, allowing it to stick out of the water, bringing him fresh air.

This is the "breathing underwater" performance of the "magician"!

Klein inhaled through his mouth and exhaled through his nose, preventing the turbid gas from contaminating the pipeline and entering the water directly.

At the same time, he quietly swam towards the shore, hoping to avoid Mr. A's subsequent pursuit in this way.

It's a pity that this is not a city, and the abilities of the "Faceless Man" cannot be effectively used. Otherwise, once we leave, Mr. A will definitely never find me again... As he was swimming, Klein instinctively flashed this thought.

This thought made him think of a problem, that is, Mr. A had used the extraordinary ability to control the wind before.

Generally speaking, this belongs to the path of the "Storm Lord"... This path is characterized by water in addition to wind, and is especially good at underwater activities... Underwater activities... "Shepherd" is too comprehensive and terrifying! As thoughts flickered, Klein's heart almost stopped beating.

He swam upstream, no longer trying to hide! JrNovels.com