Townsend is a man of integrity.

Now that you have received the commission, you naturally have to do something.

But before that, out of the instinct of a soothsayer, Tang Sen still took out the crystal pendant.

"Mr. A will carry out the assassination today"

After meditating seven times, Townsend opened his eyes and saw that the pendulum was spinning clockwise.

Being able to divinate the time of the assassination did not surprise Town, after all, the entire assassination was planned by him, and his divination ability may not be stronger than Klein, but he has much more information than the other party.

"It's fast." Townsend smiled slightly.

According to the information given by Miss Hall, Crane had already chosen the battlefield for himself, and this Mr. Fool, like Townsen, did not want to appear in the sight of the church, so after communicating everything, he set off early for the middle of nowhere.

Of course, Mr. Red wouldn't meet with Crane, and even more so Townwend, and the reason he let all the deals happen on the Grey Mist was to avoid some stares.

Crane was lying cautiously on top of a shipping container, holding a revolver in his right hand and a dark gold brooch in the shape of a sunbird on his left chest.

It was the seal he had bought for two thousand pounds.

Miss Wraith didn't know where it was lurking, but Klein knew that the bodyguard lady must be nearby, and the other party was indeed very reputable, and when Klein offered to pay more because of the extra risk, the other party only said that he was still within the three-day employment period.

This is the dock of a dilapidated shipyard in Beckland, which has been abandoned for a year, and almost no one else will come to this place except for the homeless.

"I don't know if that Mr. Rhett has arrived." Crane looked at everything around him without a trace, and the dark cascading containers were all silent, like a barren land in the crimson moonlight.

The answer was easy to obtain, and he lightly pulled out a penny.

"Mr. Rhett is nearby."

"Mr. Rhett is nearby."

“.”

After meditating seven times in a row, Crane tossed a penny coin.

Front.

This result reassured Klein a lot, it seems that the other party is quite reputable, and it is understandable that he is reluctant to contact him, after all, the other party is only responsible for trading with the devil when he gives a signal, summoning the devil's dependents, and does not need to fight side by side with him.

"In what way will the assassin appear?"

Klein cautiously pondered the possibilities, the identity of the other party was unknown, the means were unknown, and even the number of people was unknown, and the only thing that was certain was that the assassination would definitely happen.

Whether it is the devil's prophecy or his own many divinations, it indicates that even if he came to this abandoned dock, he did not escape the assassin's tracking.

The other party may have locked his position through some extraordinary means.

Klein hoped that this time would come sooner, and in the face of assassination, he would prefer to take the initiative to eliminate the threat rather than blindly evade, if it dragged on until tomorrow, Miss Resent's employment period would be over, and Mr. Red probably didn't want to wait that long.

At this moment, he saw a slight movement coming from the container not far away.

This made Klein tense for a moment, and taking advantage of the strong body coordination brought by the clown sequence, he changed his position without making a sound, and pointed the muzzle of the revolver at that side.

Click-

The door of the container was pushed open, and an unkempt homeless man stepped out of the container.

"Huh?" Klein's heartbeat increased slightly, although it is not uncommon for homeless people to be in this abandoned dock, many homeless people use containers as shelter from the wind and rain, but at this point in time, will it be too coincidental?

Crane turned on his vision and looked at the other person carefully.

The color of the other party's etheric body in the spiritual vision is very dim, and the inner star spirit body reveals a desperate and sad mood.

An ordinary person indeed.

Klein frowned, he could foresee that if he made a move, this homeless man would probably not be spared, and he would definitely be affected by the battle.

Although he was just a homeless man who didn't care even if he died, Klein still felt a little uncomfortable if he died for his own reasons.

"Gotta find a way to get rid of him."

Klein thought so, but didn't move, kindness wouldn't make him lose his mind and ignore the possible danger.

Especially at this delicate point in time.

Instinctively, he pinched the penny coin, and began to meditate in his mind.

"He's not an assassin."

"He's not an assassin."

“.”

Seven times later, Klein tosses a coin.

Face up.

This is consistent with what the Spiritual Vision has seen.

At this moment, a figure in a black court dress suddenly emerged from the container next to him and floated towards the homeless man.

It's Miss Resentment.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, Miss Wraith was able to possess her to manipulate the other party's body, which was indeed a good way to quietly let the other person go.

In fact, Miss Wraith did the same, and without the homeless man noticing, her body overlapped with the other party, and then, Klein saw the homeless man stiffen for a moment, apparently having taken control of the body by Miss Wraith.

But what happened next was beyond Klein's expectations, and under the control of Miss Wraith, the homeless man raised his hands and grabbed him directly by the neck, and slowly pressed hard.

"Miss Resentful Soul wants to kill her mouth directly?" Klein was stunned, this kind of thing is not worth the surprise, for the transcendental, the life of ordinary people is insignificant.

But Klein immediately reacted, if Miss Resentment wanted to kill the other party, it could be done in an instant, and there was no need to be so troublesome as possession.

"Is she tempting, too?" Klein suddenly.

Unlike her own direct divination, Miss Wraith's methods are more simple and crude.

Sure enough, anyone who can go down the path of the transcendent is cautious.

Crane stood still, staring at the homeless man, his filthy face turned purple from suffocation, but showed no sign of breaking free from Miss Resentful's grasp.

Just as death was imminent, Miss Wraith let go of her hand.

Then, she manipulated the homeless man's body and slowly walked into the distance.

"It's for the best." Klein was somewhat relieved that this Miss Wraith's abilities were indeed very useful on certain occasions.

"There shouldn't be any other ordinary people around."

Looking at the back of the homeless man, Klein suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait—"

"If the Assassin wants to make a move, now should be the best time to take advantage of Miss Wraith being manipulating the homeless!"

As soon as this idea came to him, Crane suddenly felt creepy, and the spirit began to warn frantically at this time.

"Turn the tiger away from the mountain! The bum's just a bait! ”

Without hesitation, he jumped to the side, and at the same time, the container next to him suddenly split apart, and the liquid spilled towards where Crane had been.

Zizi.

The sound of the iron container being corroded was incessant, and Crane stabilized himself through the extremely sensitive balance and control brought by the clown sequence, and stood on top of the other container, only to realize that the liquid was actually blood.

"The Assassin has been hiding next to me! How can it be? ”

"They knew in advance that I was going to be here? Divination? Or is it some other supernatural ability? ”

There was no time to think more, Crane instinctively raised his revolver, quickly pulled the trigger, and several enchanted bullets shot towards the figure that emerged from the container with brilliance.

The figure didn't dodge, but rushed straight at it, letting all the bullets penetrate the flesh.

Only then did Klein see the other party's face clearly, a man two meters tall, wearing a black priest's uniform, with pale yellow curly hair and beast-like dark brown eyes.

Flesh and blood wriggled on the opponent's arms, accompanied by the foul smell of blood, and the other party came to the front door in an instant.

"Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6!"

Crane realized this with horror, and then realized that he could never fight the other in close combat.

With the premonition of the crisis of the clown sequence, Crane narrowly avoided the blow, bent down in a strange posture, and fell under the container, the sun crest on his left chest was activated, and a dazzling pillar of light was generated, directly enveloping the man.

Crane didn't look at the results, opened his legs, and ran wildly in the direction where Miss Wraith was going.

Apparently, Miss Wraith was aware of the situation, and she had emerged from the homeless man's body, looming in shape, leaping among the mirrors placed in the various shipping containers in advance, and soon past Townsend and plunging headlong into the tall man's body.

The tall man froze for a moment, then raised his hands and cleanly twisted his neck.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

Miss Resentful Soul is still reliable, worthy of being a strong person in Sequence 5, just by taking a face, she killed this assassin who was unmatchable to herself in seconds.

"But is it just this level of assassination?" Klein did not let his guard down, his thoughts raced: "Impossible, since the devil predicted my death, then there will definitely be an enemy that neither I, nor even Miss Resentful, can resist." ”

"There's someone lurking nearby!"

At that moment, a frightened scream interrupted Klein's thoughts, and he jerked his head to see the homeless man staring at the scene before him as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his mouth opened wide and he sat down on the ground in fright.

"Get out of here, quick—"

Before Crane could finish his words, he suddenly saw the homeless man's head rise abruptly into the sky, and blood gushed like a fountain.

His pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly stepped back behind him, shouting:

"Miss Resentful!"

But a cold chill hit, and he found that a pair of pale hands had grabbed his neck.

Crane turned his head and saw Miss Resentment's pale face, and the intense, as if it were about to overflow with murderous intent in her eyes.

There are still today.

(End of chapter)