One Punch ......

Two Fist ......

Three-punch ......

The fist like a steel hammer was swung again and again, and each time it was smashed, it brought the sound of bones shattering, and even the transcendent of Sequence 5 fell to the ground unconscious and passed out after suffering such a violent blow.

Looking at the security guard who fell to the ground, the boy's face was flushed, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, he stepped forward, ready to make up for a few more blows, lest the other party stand up again.

"Don't, other people's security guards also work." Such words came from the crowd next to him, which suddenly woke his mind up.

Yes, why are you so impulsive, the previous hot blood quickly cooled down, and he was a little flustered when he thought that he might have to pay a huge amount of medical expenses in the future.

Turning to look back, the boy saw the man who was about to escape, rushed over, dragged the other party out of the crowd, and fell to the ground again.

"You!" The man struggled to get up, and his dyed motley hair gradually rose with a trace of white smoke, and a smell of gunsmoke and sulfur emanated from his body.

Suddenly, a pair of curved horns burst out of his head, and his body was completely ablaze with dark red demonic flames.

"It's the 'demon transformation' of the blood pupil sequence, tsk, this secret method has a great effect, it seems that it is forced to be urgent." Comments from onlookers.

After briefly obtaining the blessing of the transformation secret method, the man's strength, speed, and magic boiling activity have greatly increased, he kicked the boy away, and then rushed over again, a hand with claws directly clasped the boy's neck, and then the dark red magic flame instantly spread, enveloping it.

The suffocating heat enveloped the boy, his eyes were blood-red, his hands and feet kept waving, and the hammer-like fist smashed on the opponent's arm again and again, but the physical strength and self-healing ability brought by the demon's transformation made the opponent's arm extremely tough, and he always firmly held the boy's throat.

Although he is a sequence 5, it is a pity that he is studying engineering, and metal hardening is just a branch application in the course, and the man in front of him is practicing the blood pupil sequence career of full-time combat.

Under the sudden outburst, the opponent of the Blood Pupil Sequence 4 relied on the 'Demon Transformation' to temporarily suppress the boy and force him to a dead end.

As the brain gradually starved of oxygen, the boy struggled more and more, even a little crazy and crazy, the heavy fist became harder and harder, almost completely metalized, and every time it was smashed, it was like a piledriver crashing.

"Click-" Finally, the arm of the man who was clasping his neck was smashed, and the blood-red arm was unnaturally bent and twisted.

The panting boy's eyes were blood-red, he roared in a hoarse voice, breathing violently, and then grabbed the demonic horns that grew out of the other party's transformation, held them tightly, and then struggled to hold on.

A heart-wrenching cracking sound came from the man's skull, and then a large amount of blood flowed out of the broken corner, and the whole person fell to the ground like mud, shaking and falling slightly.

"Ahh

"Call the police, call the police." Someone said in a panic, and the non-stop band performance in the bar came to an abrupt end.

The guests began to run away, and the boy who had been surrounded before was still looking for his younger brother who had beaten him with the man before.

"You're all the ones who did it."

"You forced me." He no longer knows how to end up and can only rely on instinct to take revenge on those who have put him in this situation.

The hallway at the main entrance of the bar was crowded with people, and the stairs outside the side door were full of customers rushing downstairs, and soon after a burst of glass shattered, the mad boy dragged a young brother who had been beaten before into the back alley downstairs.

"It's kind of out of control." The man in the clown mask stands in the corner of the rooftop, looking down on the situation below.

He took out the record board and recorded the data again, including a few comments.

[After the target is stimulated, the emotions gradually become overheated and out of control]

"It seems that the side effects are still difficult to eliminate, well, after all, the highly active particles from the primordial sea are inevitably a little manic." He rubbed his chin and prepared to leave.

At this time, high in the night sky, the dark red indicator light trailed slowly, and then, a silver bullet passed through the night and directly hit the back of the clown man's head.

Blood splattered, and his body fell from the edge of the rooftop, falling into the debris-laden alley below.

Soon, a hovercraft plunged straight down from the sky to catch up with the place where it had fallen.

A flash of light exploded in the dark alley, followed by the sound of guns firing and fighting, and the clown-masked man who had been hit earlier did not fall to the ground at the moment, but kept throwing objects around him to distract the other party while dodging the opponent's bullets.

"Hey, are you here to kill me?"

He said in a gloomy voice, and then turned his head to dodge the bullets fired by the other party, not so much to dodge the bullets as to avoid the point where the muzzle of the gun was aimed.

After dodging another shot, the clown man caught the boy who had fallen in the alley and the little brother who had passed out, and relied on these two human shields to block in front of him.

"Oh, you really didn't shoot, it seems that your origin is very easy to guess." His mask tugged at him, making one realize how arrogant the face behind him was.

Then, at the moment when the other party paused, the clown man suddenly threw a ball from behind the other party's line of sight, and a violent flash appeared.

Taking advantage of this moment of blindness, his figure moved quickly and rushed in front of the other party, and at this time, the flash of light also illuminated the other party's appearance.

With short black hair, a face with a mask, and a plain gray T-shirt, if it weren't for the gun in his hand, anyone would have thought that this was just one of the tourists shopping tonight.

The clown man was very fast, almost 2 seconds to attack the close-quarters, and the gray T-shirt man was not slow at all, when the clown man was close, he rolled sideways and blindly fired two shots, one of which hit the clown man's shoulder, and the other shot missed.

After the bullet was fired, the pistol was directly disarmed, and the two quickly began a melee fight.

If the style of the man in the gray T-shirt is capable and fast, with a military style, then the clown man's fighting style is crazy, almost undisciplined, and suppressed purely by speed and the sharp claws of his fingertips.

After a few moves, the gray T-shirt man suffered a lot of injuries, and his clothes were torn open, revealing the special gray vest he was wearing inside.

It stands to reason that this kind of fight and sudden situation has long been recorded by the surrounding monitoring and then automatically alarmed, but tonight's alley is exceptionally deserted and quiet.

Then a sparkling sound exploded in the alley, and the two sides of the previous fierce battle were separated.

The man in the gray T-shirt, who was originally empty-handed, now held a reflux-shaped lightsaber like a long ruler, in which shimmering silver gray fine lightning and particles flowed, reflecting the alley.

Unlike the explosive Rushing Lightsaber, the Reflux Lightsaber can be used continuously to cycle mana and high-energy particles, greatly reducing its consumption and allowing it to fight for a long time, but with slightly less power.

After forcing the opponent back with the drawn lightsaber, the gray T-shirt man stood up slightly, and the lightsaber in his hand became more and more stable, and the particles in it also rotated faster and faster, and there was a slight humming and trembling sound.

"I'm not surprised that someone came to kill me, but can you tell me, who are you?" The clown man stood in place and made a standard bend salute.

"You don't have to know."

In this regard, the gray T-shirt man's eyes were fixed on each other, and his eyes were like the T-shirt he was wearing, with a kind of vicissitudes of gray.

'The surveillance of the surrounding area has been controlled, and the camouflage data has begun to be transmitted, and the riot suppression unit that arrived before has also carried out electronic spoofing, and you have five minutes to solve the target. A young woman's voice came from the headphones.

"I know." He sank slightly, then rushed out again.

The body spun sideways in the air, and then the lightsaber slashed down, and seeing the other party approaching, the clown man pretended to scream and threw the two unconscious hostages in his hand.

However, just when he thought that the two hostages would be burned and chopped by lightsabers, the other party suddenly retracted his sword, directly caught the two and threw them behind him.

"I'm getting more and more sure of which organization you're from." Looking at this scene, the clown man snorted twice.

"I didn't expect to be wanted by the famous 'Fallen Silver Star', what an honor."

'Fallen Silver Star', a special organization on the Ava Card Network, whose members keep secrets from each other, and whose purpose is extremely rare in this day and age, is to hunt down those who have done a lot of evil, but the federal authorities are difficult to deal with.

Some people have said that this is a peripheral organization of the court, but the authorities have never acknowledged it, and no one has found evidence that the two are necessarily linked.

Compared to the chilling deterrent power of the Inquisition, the 'Fallen Silver Star' is much more decent, and it can even be said that the decency is too much, they do not for profit, but also protect the ordinary people involved in the pursuit process, and everything they do seems to be to maintain some kind of simple justice and kindness.

"T-143 (Joker), you have traveled 17 star fields in 6 years, using innocent and gullible young people as experimental materials, and tricking them into drinking magical potions taken from the depths of the Sea of Edika." The man in the gray T-shirt said the evidence of the other party's incriminating words word by word.

"This kind of highly active magic potion has caused 1,031 young people to suffer, of which 513 have died of core cleavage caused by uncontrolled magic, 374 have gone insane and permanently damaged their brains after receiving treatment to remove the transcendent core, 84 people have mutated due to mental madness and uncontrolled magic after the fact, and 187 people have been mutilated, and the remaining 42 people have barely maintained self-consciousness, but need to take emotional stabilizers for the rest of their lives."

As he spoke, he took out the photos in his pocket with his other hand, and then sprinkled them, these photos were taken at various scenes, on which young people of different appearances, some were lying on their backs in a pool of blood, some had bone spurs and fangs on their bodies, their eyes were crazy, some of their bodies were torn in half, crawling on the ground with difficulty, some were distracted, covered by a white cloth blanket and pushed to the emergency room, and some put their hands in their bodies, and then pulled out their internal organs, and their faces were smiling.

"Oh, you're really a big fan of mine, I remember the data so clearly, I'm so happy, so honored, hahahahaha!" The clown man laughed.

"However, did you deliberately omit the part, according to your data, there should be 18 people who survived, maybe they will go further in the future, I think they will definitely thank me for giving me such an opportunity."

"The remaining 18 people did stabilize their mental state and transcendent core after the fact, but none of their personalities gradually distorted and became weird, and the social harm caused afterwards was even far greater than those who were out of control."

"According to the high-level AI analysis, you yourself should have taken the medicine to become so abnormal." The man gradually tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword in his hand.

He breathed deeply, as if suppressing the emotions in his body, and then jumped violently.

In an instant, a violent flash of light bloomed on him, which was the same trick as the enemy, so that the clown man also lost his perception in an instant, and a self-discipline unit with nearly a hundred armed weapons also rose on both sides of the alley at the same time, their cold glow shone, the barrel was pressed down, the red light of the sight flashed, and countless bullets poured out like a storm, hitting the opponent, and the silver enchanted bullets continued to penetrate and tear it.

[Kindness needs to be supported by more powerful forces, otherwise it will degenerate into hypocritical lies and evasions]

For the proverbs of His Royal Highness, the organization has always kept in mind that when dealing with the wicked, it is necessary to concentrate superior forces and go all out to break them, and never leave them behind, and seek victory with a certain gambler's mentality.

He said so much before, not because he wanted to explain anything to the bad guys, but just to stall for time and let the self-discipline unit of support be in place and form an advantageous situation.

After a few seconds, the gunfire stopped, and the barrels of these autonomous units smoked and cooled.

On the ground inside the alley, the previously crazy clown man was lying on the ground, his body was almost crumbs, there were densely pierced hornet's nests everywhere, his blood was also burned dry by enchanted bullets, and there were a large number of bullet fragments and solutions left on the ground, steaming faintly.

In mid-air, looking down at the scene below, the man in the gray T-shirt looked at the details carefully before walking slowly, he took out the remaining photos in his pocket, sprinkled them on the other party, and the source of these photos only needs to be searched a little to know where they came from, and then tell the police the identity of the person.

"May the silver star fall by this." He clenched his fist with one hand, tapped it to his chest, then stood up and looked up at the stars.

In this way, he completed another mission, removing the turbid things that had polluted the world.

There is nothing in return for doing this kind of thing, but he is still willing to risk his life to do it, just to practice the ideal in his heart.

Every time he completes a task, he will also feel extra calm and lightly satisfied, as if the world should be like this.

Simply retracted, and when he was about to leave, suddenly his ankle tightened, and one hand grabbed his trouser leg.

This is!? He was shocked inwardly, and then subconsciously pulled out his lightsaber.

With a buzz, the lightsaber flashed, and then swung down, and one arm was directly sliced open.

But it didn't end there, as the Harley Clown, who had been almost shot into pieces and rags, was re-filled and grew, glued together like plasticine, and then regrouped together.

This phenomenon is simply a breakthrough from the current mainstream understanding, that is, the brain is completely shattered and still resurrected.

Despite the horror in his heart, the man in the T-shirt reacted, and he quickly stepped back, and then pressed the communicator in his ear to connect to his teammates tonight.

"The other party is resurrected again, and the resurrection ability is weird, beyond imagination."

"Received, the situation has been observed through the self-discipline unit, and the deployment of backup forces has begun." A constant sound came from the headset.

The self-discipline unit that had been extinguished before opened fire again, shooting continuously, pouring out the remaining bullets, but this time the opponent was prepared, and the body turned and ran rapidly, dodging most of the bullets, and then the self-discipline unit that ran out of bullets could only stop firing.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

As if unconscious, acting on instinct, the clown man dragged his body and rushed towards the T-shirt man at a strange speed.

The lightsaber slashed, and the crossed sword arc sliced through the purple-red body that rushed forward, and then a ball of flesh smashed into the head of the T-shirt man, moist with a hint of sweet and disgusting smell.

Blood flowed down his face, and he grabbed the piece of flesh with one hand and tore it off, and at this moment there were many flesh buds growing on the piece of flesh, and the appearance of waving it was particularly terrifying.

struggled to retreat, but the other party still chased after him, and after several swings, the meat was cut into thin pieces again, which delayed for part of the time.

Frowning at the wriggling flesh in front of him, the T-shirt man pressed the wristband in his left hand, and then the special potion stored in the wristband was injected into his body through a needle.

Soon, a pale flame rose above him, and the holy flame of this kind of light feather sequence had a strong restraining effect on souls and filthy monsters.

Then he stepped forward again, swinging his sword to slice through the gathered flesh, and the flame unfolded, scorching and reducing it to ashes.

In this way, after a few minutes, the entire alley was burned with all the flesh and blood.

His face turned slightly pale, and he once again vigilantly scanned the room, confirming every detail and looking for any flesh fragments that might have been missed.

"Back!" Suddenly, a warning sound came from the headphones, and before he could turn back, a tentacle strangled his neck and lifted him up.

After losing the ground with borrowed strength, the man with little displacement ability could only hold the tentacles wrapped around his neck and struggle, but at this moment, his magic power had been greatly consumed, and he could not burst out with great strength.

With a twist of his heart, a pale flame rekindled on his body, burning the entwined tentacles.

This caused him to hear some kind of hoarse roar, and the tentacles, even though they were burned and withered, quickly healed and recovered, as if they were fighting the damage.

How is this possible, the man struggled to turn around, and finally saw the situation behind him.

The boy and the gangster who were originally rescued by him have now become part of the flesh monster, and the flesh monster on the ground has four swimming eyes on the surface, observing the man in mid-air from different angles.

Suddenly, the flesh monster on the ground turned a tentacle into a flesh thorn that pierced the man's body and plunged into his abdomen.

Under the severe pain, the man began to feel a tingling sensation coming from his abdomen, and he almost watched as the bloody tentacles infected and devoured his flesh.

"This ......" At this time, although some fear rose in his heart, although he was nervous in his heart, he finally remembered something.

"Can you still hear me?"

"The communication has been received, if you have a last word, please elaborate as soon as possible." The young female voice in the headset is still cold and capable.

"The other party not only used a forbidden special potion, but also transformed himself, and even I suspect that the so-called 'clown' is just a disguised image, with a complete organization behind it, and the existence of plural 'clowns'."

"This kind of genetic modification is not only a modification, but also has some kind of assimilation effect, very similar to the 'blood worm species' that appeared in the fifth era, and the other party should have quoted the gene fragment of the 'blood worm species', because when I was devoured, even my spirit began to be corroded, and hallucinations were produced."

"Roger, recorded and archived, 'Gray Mountain' seniors, I wish you rest in peace." Finally, the female voice in the headset trembled.

These juniors are really young, if it were me, I would definitely not cry, the man had some thoughts in his heart, and then a violent pale flame ignited on his body again, and it continued to burn.

In the distant sky, the carp airship that decorates the festive atmosphere is still moving slowly, from time to time there are fireworks rising, blooming in the night, light and rain falling, just hundreds of meters away from the street, tourists talk and laugh to visit the night scene, a peaceful and tranquil.

And in this cold alley, the lone pale flame burns, and it is extraordinarily quiet.

(End of chapter)