The three of Pusente, Kashan, and the pastor on the podium were very close to each other.

Ademisor was well aware of his marksmanship, and he was afraid of being accidentally injured, so he deliberately raised the muzzle of the gun upwards and fired a shot that was destined to deviate.

The purpose of this shot was not to hit the opponent.

After hearing the gunshots, Pusente subconsciously stopped.

After looking at his body in a slightly confused way to make sure that he had not been shot, the groom, Present, smiled contemptuously at Ademisore and turned to continue charging at Kashan.

Ademisor smiled the same contemptuous smile as he shot to slow down Pusent's actions.

Now that goal has been achieved.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Pusente stopped to check his body, several original punishers rushed to the stage at an unusually fast speed, and punched Pusente in the stomach, directly knocking him upside down for several meters.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd of spectators, causing quite a commotion.

Blood mixed with undigested food scraps was spat out, and Pusente's body curled up tightly like a hunched shrimp.

Ademisor walked briskly to the podium, crouched down, and held his pistol to Pusent's temple.

He reached out and patted the other party's face, his tone full of mockery:

"I'm not suggesting you stay there and don't move!"

"Ho Ho..."

Pusente, who fell to the ground, could hardly spit out a complete word, and could only let out a meaningless roar.

Svein and several of the original punishers soon gathered around.

"Boss, such a scum, sink directly to the bottom of the river."

Karl, the original punisher who had just punched Pusente away, said viciously, his face contorted with anger, and the scar on his left cheek became more and more hideous.

Svein pressed down and signaled the other party to be calm, looked at Ademisor and asked:

"What about your opinion?"

"No comment."

Ademisor shook his head indifferently, and then he lowered his voice and said:

"The description of those people just now is a clip of the future that I peeked into, and the National Police Agency did not control those people."

Svein nodded, sighed, and waved his hand:

"Anyway, let's put an end to this farce first."

Carl and the other original punisher nodded knowingly, stepped forward to pick up the unconscious Pusente, and quickly left the back door.

A noisy discussion suddenly sounded, like a swarm of hornets that had exploded into a pot.

The guests exchanged words and talked non-stop.

Ademisol took a light breath, pulled out a £5 note from his bosom, and gently handed it to Svein.

"Pay back your money, and the follow-up here will be handed over to you."

Svein was silent for a moment, reached out to take the banknote, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." ”

"Not really." Ademisore replied with a grim face, turned and strode out of the noisy banquet hall.

Putting the top hat on his head, he walked slowly into the distance.

The farther north you go to the pier, the cleaner the streets become, and the more appropriately dressed pedestrians become.

Dressed in a formal suit, Ademisor quickly blended in with the crowd.

I attended a wedding and didn't even eat lunch.

He complained in his heart, and then laughed at himself, obviously he ruined other people's weddings, as if there should be no complaints.

But the hunger pangs that came from the stomach could not be ignored.

After a moment, he stopped, and in front of him was a building with red walls and blue roofs.

"Filna Fish Restaurant"

The red flower-style sign looks very new, and it should be a restaurant that has just opened.

Looking in through the brown windows, there are few guests and the environment is quiet.

Ademisor nodded in satisfaction and pushed open the door of the restaurant and stepped in.

"Good morning, sir, are you alone?"

The young waiter in a black vest stepped forward with an enthusiastic look on his face and asked.

"Alone." , he bowed slightly.

Following the waiter's lead, he chose a seat near the window and sat down.

On the recommendation of the young waiter, Ademisor decided to try the restaurant's signature dish: fried cod with fried potatoes

While waiting for the food to be served, his mind drifted to the scene from the wedding he had just had.

He summed up the rules of monster playing: you need to cause fear and disgust in others.

This is not entirely accurate, fear and disgust are only the outermost manifestations, and the real key point is to make people feel that you are "different" and thus develop fear and disgust.

Inexplicably, I look like a bullied elementary school student.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, I've already digested the potion, and it's time to find a way to get the potion recipe for the "machine".

He muttered to himself silently in his heart, and took a sip of the hot black tea.

Immediately the hot food is served.

Well, sure enough, it was fish and chips.

After a hearty meal in the docklands, Ademisol took a horse-drawn carriage to Rue Champagne and walked a few minutes to the intersection of Rue de Zottland.

He looked curiously at the row of gray-black buildings on his left.

In that row of buildings, there is the "famous" Black Thorn Security Company.

I don't know which building it is.

After staring for a moment, he withdrew his gaze and strode towards the back of the row of gray-black buildings.

Seeing that there were no carriages passing by, Ademisore strode briskly through the street with his top hat in hand.

Halfway through, a speeding carriage suddenly appeared from the corner of the street.

Ademisor's inspiration immediately gave a dangerous response, and he quickly glanced at the carriage that was not ready to slow down, and he jumped backwards, dodged in advance, and hurried to the other side of the street.

The carriage sped by, and the coachman waved his hand and shouted loudly, "Get out of the way!" ”

Instantly broke the orderly streets.

I don't know which carriage this is, it's so arrogant.

Ademisor looked thoughtfully at the light purple shield emblem on the carriage.

At this time, his inspiration suddenly fluctuated again, and his body subconsciously dodged again, avoiding a man who was walking briskly with a newspaper.

"Walk carefully, sir!"

He was almost hit twice in less than a minute, which made him complain about the chaotic traffic order in the city of Tingen.

He was even more dissatisfied with the horse-drawn coachmen and men walking with newspapers.

The "Tingen City Observer Weekly" was folded in half, revealing a young and handsome face.

A young man, unkempt, with black hair and blue eyes, a white shirt tucked into his pants, and a black waistcoat casually draped, exuded a bohemian poet's temperament.

"Star" Leonard.

He knew Mr. Ke the earliest, but was the latest member of the Tarot Society.

According to the original book, it is speculated that he should have been parasitized by the "old grandfather" now.

Ademisor's thoughts flashed through his mind.