But Dunn didn't shoot immediately, but lowered the revolver instead.

He opened his mouth, and without moving his Adam's apple, he purely used his own spirituality to resonate the surrounding air, and an ethereal, erratic, and weird voice sounded: "Her flowers bloomed all night until dawn."

"But when the day opens your eyes"

"Being ashamed to be stared at"

"She wilted and withered in dizziness"

... (Note 1)

The tuxedo clown's struggling movements suddenly became weak, as if he had lost his desire to survive.

Al Hasson raised his pistol, aimed at the enemy, and was about to snap his finger.

At this moment of lightning, there was an extremely shrill scream from the innermost warehouse: "Ah!"

That scream contained extremely strong fear, as if something unimaginably terrible had happened.

When Klein was terrified, the screams stopped abruptly, and the innermost warehouse returned to silence, which made the scalp tingle.

pong!

Al was affected to some extent, and the bullet only hit the tuxedo clown in the stomach.

load, charge. Charge! The silence of the innermost warehouse was broken again, and there was a sudden sound of panting that should have been light. It changed from small to large, and it touched everyone's nerves.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

"2-049" inside the iron-black box suddenly went berserk, crazy to the extreme.

Note 1: Quoted from "Evening Primrose" by British poet Clare, translated by Fei Bai.

Ho, ho, ho!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge gasps and violent percussions first alternated and then overlapped, making Klein and the others tense to the extreme in an instant, as if they heard some evil whispers.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction of Al, Dunn and Lolotta's attention, the tuxedo clown suddenly pulled out a long note from his pocket.

Snapped! He swung his right hand sharply, "shaking" the note into a long whip burning with pitch-black flames, and pulled the long whip to the side of his ankle.

With an erratic but sharp scream, the tuxedo clown got rid of the invisible shackles and flipped backwards.

pong! pong! pong!

The bullets of Dunn, Al, and Lolotta fell through the air at the same time, and got into the wooden cargo box.

The clown in the tuxedo didn't linger any longer, holding the wound with his right hand, and ran away in a direction away from the warehouse.

He was extremely fast, leaving only a back in the blink of an eye.

And before he disappeared, the right hand holding his stomach suddenly moved towards his left arm, and the wound on his stomach disappeared, and it was as good as before.

The place where the left arm was lifted was bloody and bloody, with silver bullets looming.

Dunn and the others didn't chase after them, because the panting sound in the innermost warehouse was already so loud that it made people's eyebrows throb, and their inspiration was uneasy. JrNovels.com