"Well, the sun is fine tonight?"

"Hahahahaha

The strange man suddenly held his stomach and laughed, leaning against the wall, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up because of a bad joke.

But before he could straighten up, he began to cry pitifully, for unknown reasons.

"Tonight, with you by my side, I think, I probably won't be alone, woo woo woo ?......"

The strange man covered his face and cried, sounding heartbroken, and the killers pouted, frowning, their eyes full of vigilance and doubt.

Bill, who was sitting closest to the door, saw that the strange man had some medium-long red hair, bright as if it had just been painted with paint, and the ends of the hair were glued into strands of sharp corners.

Bill was also the first person in the world to be dressed as a pure gothic theatrical magician.

He has a very gothic outfit painted on his face, but he is not a clown like Ronald McDonald.

The eccentric magician's face is pale and his facial features are three-dimensional, especially the bridge of his nose and eye sockets, with black eyeshadow painted around his eyes, and two teardrop-shaped tear stains of different lengths.

Dark lipstick is painted all over the lips, the color is rich and oppressive, cold and funny at the same time.

He was dressed in a magician's outfit with a white top hat on his head, a pure white gown with a red and black plaid shirt underneath, a black bow tie around his neck, and a J-shaped magic wand in his hand.

The strange magician continued his exaggerated performance, whining constantly, but his eyes were desperately squeezed for a long time, and not a single tear came out.

Bill noticed that his hands on his clenched hat were also covered in white powder, painted with purple-black nails, and scrawled crosses with charcoal sticks.

"You can't be a fool, are you?"

"Probably escaped from a psychiatric hospital in the mountains. 」

Bill speculates wildly as he grips his pistol in case the mad magician makes a dangerous move and shoots him at any moment.

He heard people whispering from below, making the same guesses as himself, except that they spoke as if they were not afraid to be heard by the strange magician.

"Where did you get your neurosis, how did you find it here? ”

"I don't know, I've never met him, maybe he just came recently, right?"

"Hmph, why didn't the boss clear him out, it affected my mood ...... drinking"

Suddenly, at one point, Bill felt that the mad magician looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Seeing that no one applauded, the mad magician finally stopped the one-man show and sat next to Bill in a jumping position, oblivious to the strange stares that the other killers in the bar threw at him.

"Whew-"

"Role-playing is really tiring, and the lame jokes really can't impress anyone?~"

"Boss, bring me a depth charge, and another milk, it should be warm, the head of the regiment doesn't like to eat food above 40 °C?"

The madman instantly returned to his normal mood, but his voice was still sticky, as if he hadn't done all those ridiculous actions just now, but he wasn't satisfied with his performance that didn't impress anyone.

The people in the tavern were a little concerned about what he called the head of the group, and if the guests who came here were not interested in killing, it was possible that they were the principals who came to post the bounty, or to buy information from an intermediary.

However, the killers also did not know how the middleman contacted the person who issued the commission, at least they had never seen the client come to the door in person.

After the mad magician stopped talking, the tavern was quiet and scary, and the tavern owner was not surprised or emotional about his appearance, and quickly brought the depth charge and warm milk to the mad magician.

The tavernkeeper poured Bill lemonade by the way, and when he saw Bill's pupils, he seemed to involuntarily furrow his eyebrows.

Bill didn't let go of this detail.

"Does he recognize me?"

"What's next, do you uncover your bounty list and use gold pounds to buy information, or use violence to get him to tell me what I want?"

"Meow~"

Suddenly a cat meow came from the quiet and dim tavern, and the voice was very gentle, and a smoky gray long-haired cat peeked out of the magician's arms, sniffed in the air, and jumped onto the bar table.

It is larger than the average cat, agile in its movements, with turquoise pupils, and two rubs of lynx fur on its ears to show its difference, and looks like a lion.

"Hey, Captain, you're finally here, and the milk will be cold if it's a little later!"

The mad magician greeted the big cat named the head of the regiment warmly, snapped his fingers, and suddenly pulled a plate from the back of his head and poured milk into it.

He finally showed the Truth Magician's technique, and he was so skilled that no one in the audience could see what kind of trick he had used, where he had hidden the plate before.

Instead of being attracted by his magic tricks, Bill thought the cat was somewhat familiar.

"Where the hell have I seen this man and cat......

The head of the regiment sat majestically at the bar, gazing at Bill, then at the killer behind him, tilting his head not knowing what he was thinking, and soon began to enjoy warm milk.

The magician leaped again to the bounty wall.

The Killers are once again looking at him, and the reason these Killers are still here is because they haven't decided which target they want to choose, after all, these bounties are not available for free, and must be purchased for gold pounds.

This kind of entrustment method with cost is not only a way to make money formulated by the black street, but the most important point is to prevent killers from taking orders indiscriminately and causing vicious competition.

Because every killer wants to tear off the commission task with a higher bounty, but they obviously don't have this kind of strength, and the task with a low bounty will be unattended.

In this way, those killers who have the capital and certainty will buy more expensive bounty orders and improve the efficiency of killing.

In this way, there seems to be some truth to this approach.

When the news of the previous killer's death comes, the intermediary will contact the employee and ask whether to increase the bounty amount, and then the commission will be re-issued at a higher price.

The mad magician stroked the bounty with his fingertips, and the head of the group was still leisurely drinking milk on the bar, stopping to rest from time to time, and the dim light stretched the shadow of the big cat so long and narrow that it was impossible to see what it was.

For some reason, the killers also nervously contracted their palms to speed up their breathing, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts, and even Bill's eyes were attracted by the magician's fingers touching the bounty wall.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their pupils focused, and time seemed to pass more and more slowly......

Hiss——!

Shh

Without warning, the mad magician suddenly made a move that shocked everyone present!

Without the slightest hesitation, the black nails danced wildly on the wall, and the bounty photos were caught by him, all of them fell to the ground and turned into pieces!