The clown in the tuxedo had just rolled twice, and was about to turn around and jump out, when his head suddenly buzzed, and his thoughts quickly fell into a sluggish state.

not good!

He deliberately forced me to hide in the direction of..."Antigonus Puppet"!

I'm within five meters... range...

How...he might not be controlled by..."Antigonus"..."Marionette"...

...

The tuxedo clown's rolling stopped, his joints were rusty and he wanted to crawl outside.

At this moment, Klein had already turned his body, holding the revolver with both hands, aiming at the slow-moving target.

In his eyes, this is equivalent to shooting a fixed target.

��Because he witnessed the battle between the clown in tuxedo and Dunn, Al, and Lolotta before, Klein knew that the other party was agile and good at rolling, so even though the distance between them was only one or two meters, he cautiously gave up direct shooting, Instead, force the opponent to hide in his expected "home field", near the sealed item "2-049"!

And if the puppet has no effect, the tuxedo clown will also confirm that he has fallen into a "trap", and the counterattack is just to escape, not a real threat.

pong!

Under the indescribable eyes of the tuxedo clown, he calmly pulled the trigger in a black suit.

pong!

The silver bullet traveled a distance of several meters, and accurately penetrated into the neck of the clown in the tuxedo, and large streams of blood flowed out, staining the skin and the bow tie red.

The clown in the tuxedo couldn't let out a scream, and there was a lot in his throat. He wanted to raise his hand to remove the fatal injury, but his shoulder joints and elbow joints seemed to be filled with glue, and his movements were jerky and slow.

pong!

Klein, who had entered a semi-meditative state, was not frightened by the blood, and pulled the trigger again, calmly as if he was doing a daily practice.

A hideous hole suddenly appeared on the forehead of the clown in the tuxedo, and crimson poured out, dimming the light in his eyes. The power of that exquisite revolver was much stronger than Klein expected.

Knees bent, arms drooping, the tuxedo clown slowly fell to the ground, his eyes were frozen with blankness.

His body twitched a few times, then slowly stretched out, and there was no other movement.

After a shot hit, Klein turned around coolly, shook the runner, and let the empty bullet casings fall to the ground one by one.

Then, wearing a black formal suit and a half-height silk top hat, he took out the last silver demon hunting bullet from his pocket as he walked towards Al Hasen, and stuffed the slender one into the magazine.

The reason why he didn't look back at the miserable state of the tuxedo clown was purely because of the discomfort of killing the clown for the first time, but he couldn't do without killing, he didn't know what would happen to the other party after he was completely controlled by the puppet.

Moreover, he didn't want to take the risk of entering the range of influence of the sealed item "2-049". After all, no one could tell whether there would be a strange change this time, making the self-rescue of the "Transfer Ritual" invalid.

As for the items on the clown in the tuxedo, Klein only cares about whether there is the so-called "clown" potion formula or corresponding clues, but this is not something that needs to be completed in a hurry. He can work with Dunn, Al and others later Let's do it. If the Nighthawk team gets it, it is almost equal to getting it themselves. They can't be reluctant to part with the potion formula of Sequence 8. At worst, they will spend time accumulating credits. Anyway, they just became "Seer" not long ago, and there is still a long way to go before "digesting" a long way.

While his thoughts were churning, Klein walked quickly to the side of Al Hasson. The gentleman in a double-breasted gray trench coat struggled to sit up several times, but failed in all attempts, and fell covered in mud and dust.

"Mr. Hasson, what do I need to do?" He squatted down and asked, with the revolver in his hand pointing obliquely at the ground to prevent accidental firing.

Al took a breath and sighed: "That monster is too strong, if it doesn't have weaknesses..."

Having said that, he pointed to a sky-blue metal vial beside him, and laughed at himself: "I wanted to take the medicine, but my hand shook..." JrNovels.com