"It seems that this attempt was not very successful...Mr. Fool has to find another way..." He was grateful and slightly disappointed thinking.

After dealing with the follow-up, Alger planned to go downstairs to ask for a cup of "Lie Langqi"-alcohol helps to develop the ability of "Raging People", so the "Storm Lord"'s substitutes are quite fond of this "drink" ".

Opening the door, Alger was about to walk out when his eyes suddenly blurred, and he saw the illusory and boundless gray fog above the corridor, and saw a vague figure sitting in the deepest part, like sitting on a high throne.

"I see." The familiar and deep voice echoed in Alger's ears invisible, making him freeze in place, with a slight throbbing pain in his head.

Alger's eyes suddenly deepened, and he looked around again, only to find that everything was no different from before, it was still the floor that creaked when stepped on, the old wall candlesticks were still there, and the corridor was still not too clean .

I know... There seemed to be a voice echoing in Alger's ears.

His face darkened, he clenched his fist and tapped his chest lightly, but he failed to say respectful words to the Lord of Storms.

After a long silence, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his gaze became a little darker.

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Above the gray fog, Klein didn't delay for too long. When the remaining voices were all quiet, he wrapped himself with spirituality, fell into the gray fog, and fell into the material world.

Lights and shadows flickered in front of him, like a movie screen replayed dozens of times faster. After a moment of dizziness, Klein saw the curtains with crimson moonlight, and saw the desks and bookshelves with hazy outlines.

He picked up the silver knife again, lifted the spiritual wall of the room, then quietly opened the door in a sudden gust of wind, and looked at the corridor.

Seeing that there was no movement in the rooms of his brother Benson and his sister Melissa, he was completely relaxed.

"This 'Transfer Ritual' is simply a must-have for home travel...It's hidden and magical..." Klein whispered silently, closed the door again, and walked to bed.

His "task" tomorrow is to go to the underground trading market for extraordinary items with Old Neil.

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

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

He was wearing the original cheap formal suit, because he was worried that similar occasions would easily lead to conflicts - if he damaged the tuxedo that he usually took care of, it would be more than a heartache.

When the sunlight felt like burning, the carriage stopped, and Old Neil, who was still wearing the classic black robe and the same color round-brimmed felt hat, walked towards the "Dragon Bar" diagonally opposite without paying attention to other people's eyes.

Even if the bar is a little far away, even if the door is closed heavily, Klein can still hear the shouts inside, which seem to be cheering for some "hero".

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

The man was carrying a huge off-white mechanical box, and was holding a thick and long rifle with a complex structure in his hand.

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

"High-pressure steam rifle?" Klein whispered in astonishment, then turned to look at Old Neil and said, "This bar can 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 is still astonishing, and only a real Predator can afford it, and the bullets fired by it have extremely high speed and destructive power are quite amazing.

Coupled with proper aiming, it can almost equal a poor-quality sniper rifle.

"What?" Old Neil squinted his eyes and looked over, with the same confusion on his face, "What happened here?"

something wrong? Klein looked around, and sure enough, he found several men with repeating rifles searching for something.

"What's the matter?" Old Neil approached the bar and asked the burly man guarding the door. JrNovels.com