Seeing such a scene, Lolotta narrowed his eyes, and raised the dark gold long-tube revolver held in his left hand.

pong!

The clown in the tuxedo suddenly crouched down, avoiding the fatal blow, while his half-height silk top hat fluttered backwards and fell into the dust, with obvious scorched bullet holes on it.

After a few rolls, he climbed up to the layers of wooden boxes as nimbly as a curly-haired baboon, snapped his fingers condescendingly, and fired air bombs.

Al Hasson took a few steps back, lowered his pistol, and began to chant again: "Her beauty is only open to the night"

"But the night turns a blind eye to beauty"

"Love for her is completely blind"

... (Note 1)

The clown in the tuxedo kept jumping between the wooden boxes, suddenly raised his hand to pick out his ears, and looked at Al with a fixed funny smile.

He wouldn't have blocked his ears beforehand, would he? The Sequential Potion mastered by the Secret Order is quite strange... Klein looked at it from a distance, and had some guesses in his heart.

Just as his thoughts flashed, he suddenly saw a figure appearing on the top of the side warehouse, and quickly ran towards the innermost room where Riel Bieber was hiding.

This figure was dressed in off-white dock worker clothes, and his face seemed to be painted with red, yellow and white oil paint.

The tuxedo clown is responsible for distracting the captain and the others, and someone else is going to take the notes? Klein's thoughts drifted, he subconsciously raised his right hand, and shot at the figure on the roof.

He had just aimed and gave the lead, the figure suddenly squatted down, turned into a run instead of a roll.

pong!

Klein pulled the trigger without holding back, only to see that figure suddenly stopped, with blood blooming on his body.

The figure looked here in astonishment, endured the pain, and continued to rush towards the innermost warehouse.

Let's learn how to shoot according to chance... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet hit the wooden roof next to the figure.

pong! pong! pong!

Leonard and Borgia also fired separately, but both failed to hit the figure.

Klein wanted to complain that their marksmanship was not as good as his own, but the finger that pulled the trigger suddenly stopped there.

yes! Why stop him?

Didn't I just divination that the warehouse is extremely dangerous? Wouldn't it be great to let this guy explore the way and step on a minefield?

Leonard and that Mr. Borgia should also have the same purpose...

As thoughts flickered, Klein raised the barrel of the gun and shot the bird upwards.

pong! pong! pong!

After a few gunshots, the figure reached the roof of the innermost warehouse without any hindrance.

He jumped down, bumped his elbow, and fell in with the shattered roof.

Accompanied by this sound, the eyes of the black-haired lady Luo Luota suddenly became dark, and she made a strange movement of pulling down her left hand.

The tuxedo clown's tumbling and jumping movements froze immediately, and his ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. JrNovels.com