"Spread out of each other, stay away from it, and guard it!"

Borgia threw the 2-049 "Antigonus Puppet" in his hand into the open space in front of the warehouse, and the iron box slid forward several meters against the gravel ground before stopping, and Borgia followed, standing about ten meters away from the seal, gun on guard.

Just now, a fireball that came quickly, the momentum was huge, but there was no lethality to break up the formation of a group of four, in order to avoid being controlled by 2-049, he could only follow the predetermined battle plan, throw the seal out of the range of influence, anyway, the task of this thing has been completed, and the range of influence is only about five meters, and it is okay to throw it there.

Dunn Smith and Sequence 8 "Gravedigger" Lorota, who had traveled all the way from Beckland, also quickly pulled out their pistols and prepared for battle, and a little later was Klein, who was a little stunned when he was suddenly attacked, and was pulled away from the middle of the street by Lotrotta, but recovered after a slight adjustment and joined the battle with a gun.

Their target is a mysterious attacker who can unleash fireballs, and the opponent has just suddenly attacked the team with fireballs while Klein is dividing whether there is a threat around.

Aside from throwing fireballs to attack, the attacker hasn't shown up yet, but that's not bothering Dunn.

He held a gun in one hand, stroked the corners of his eyes with the other, half-closed his eyes, and quickly entered the special state of "nightmare".

Behind him, Klein, who had just caught up with a gun, felt a strange fluctuation spread from the captain's body, like a breeze blowing on his face, and like the warm sunshine that made people sleep in the afternoon.

Wait, this is on the battlefield!

He had been pulled into a dream by the captain several times, and he was not the main target this time, and he regained the tension of being on the battlefield at the moment when his mind was lost, and he regained his consciousness.

Seeing that Lorota on the side also shook his head, trying to stay awake, he didn't mind his gaffe so much.

Even his teammates were affected by the "nightmare", and in the direction that Dunn was facing, the location where the fireball hit was not spared, only to see a corner of the clearing, between the cascading debris and the wooden box, the empty ground suddenly appeared like the air alternating between hot and cold, and then a man's figure appeared next to the wooden box.

It was a man in a silk top hat, with a tall and thin figure that set off an ill-fitting black tuxedo like a shawl, and his face was covered with white foundation and painted with red and yellow oil paint, as if a circus clown had stolen the boss's full dress, which was funny and ridiculous.

At this time, the clown's eyes were glazed, and his hands drooped, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The night watchmen didn't care to laugh at the enemy's dress, Borgia immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the tuxedo clown who suddenly appeared, and Lorota even held a gun in one hand, clenched his fist in the other, and exerted force in both legs, and rushed to the enemy in a few steps, not raising his gun, but raising his hand and smashing his fist into the clown's eyes that seemed to have not yet awakened.

There was a loud "bang", like a thunderbolt, and the whole body of the tuxedo clown who was close to Lorota but did not move at all shattered, scattered all over the ground, and then disappeared without a trace.

About three meters behind her, the figure of the clown emerged from the shadows, with a funny smile on his face, one hand raised in the air, and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

A ball of flame leaped from between his fingers and rapidly expanded, forming a fireball the size of a basin that flew towards Lorota's back at breakneck speed.

The female gravedigger was unsuccessful, and quickly reacted that the target in front of her was just a phantom, and when the temperature behind her rose sharply, she did not hesitate at all, and rolled forward to leave its position, using the wooden box in front of her as a cover, blocking the incoming fireball.

With a pop, the fireball disappeared as eerily as it had appeared, leaving only a wisp of black smoke in its place, like the ashes left over from the burning of paper.

The tuxedo clown forced Lorota to repel with one blow, and took a step forward to prepare for the pursuit, but suddenly his expression froze, and he did not advance but retreated.

Two gunshots rang out, and Crane and Borgia raised their guns not far away, one contributing a bullet hole to the wall behind the clown.

Seeing that the other party was so vigilant, Klein clenched his pistol and was about to continue shooting.

The tuxedo clown raised his hand again and snapped his fingers again, this time no longer a flame from his hand, but a crisp "bang", like the sound of large-caliber ammunition.

Klein's spirit was crazy to warn, he subconsciously shrank his head, his body half-squatted down, and there was a "whoosh" above his head, as if a bullet was flying.

What is it? Air bullets?

If it weren't for his own spiritual reminder, the invisible ammunition just now would have killed him!

Sweating coldly, Crane no longer tried to aim and shoot, but used the rapid-fire technique he learned from Angel, holding the gun up at his waist, quickly pulling the trigger when he was in a general position, and firing all the bullets out.

The swift attack surprised the Joker, and he had to lower his right hand, which was about to continue snapping his fingers, and his body moved left and right like a gymnast, dodging Crane's undisciplined shots.

The gunfire was mixed with Borgia's precise shots, but none of them were met in the face of the Joker's strange figure.

Sleep-inducing fluctuations swept the open space in front of the warehouse again, and the tuxedo clown seemed to be about to fall into a deep sleep again, and in the corner of his vision, Dunn Smith stroked his forehead with his hands closed, and was using his "nightmare" ability with all his might.

"Be careful!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out from Dunn's back at the same time.

……

Angel rushed from the roof to the other side, and when he looked down at the open space in front of the warehouse, he found that the battle on the field was nearing its end.

Dunn Smith is the Extraordinary of Sequence 7, and he goes straight into the "Nightmare" state, affecting the tuxedo clown who is still fighting with everyone, causing him to enter a half-dreamy state, looking dazed and no longer dodging attacks.

Angel visually measured the distance, although his position had excellent vision, there was still a long gap between him and the tuxedo clown, and the probability of shooting was not very high.

Moreover, she saw that Lorota, who was hiding behind the wooden box, had regained her feet and walked towards the other party with her gun, and as long as Dunn maintained control for a few more seconds, the other night watchmen would be able to clean up the enemy.

At this moment, next to the warehouse where Riel Bieber was hiding, a looming figure peeked out from the roof of a residential building similar to the two-story building where she was located.

The Assassin's hawkeye made Angel see his target in an instant, and a man dressed as a dock worker with a clown paint on his face was aiming at Dunn Smith below, with his gun in both hands.

"Be careful!" She shouted to alert her teammates below as she raised her revolver, unable to aim carefully and pulling the trigger with her approximate aiming.

"Bang", bang".

Gunfire rang out almost simultaneously.

Luckily, Angel was quicker, and her bullet hit the "docker" first, causing a bloody flower to float out of the attacker's shoulder, injuring him while the other party pulled the trigger.

The blow to the shoulder and the ensuing pain frustrated the attacker's intent to kill Dunn Smith, and the bullet flew past the Night Watch Captain's body, hitting the gravel floor, leaving a shallow crater in its wake.

An unexpected attack interrupts Dunn's movements, and the tuxedo clown refreshes his spirits and his eyes are bright again.

He raised his left hand to block the oncoming Lorota's punch, and snapped his fingers again with his right hand.

Syllable!

Flames erupted from under his tuxedo, and Lorotta gave up the attack and retreated, and Borgia fired three shots in the distance, the bullet piercing through the flames, but instead of hitting the clown in the fire, it dispersed the eerie flames, leaving only a little dust in its place.

Syllable! Syllable!

The tuxedo clown, who reappeared at the top of the crate, snapped his fingers continuously, and invisible bullets slashed through the air and shot at Borgia, who rolled around as the opponent's fingers moved towards him, using the continuous displacement to successfully dodge the Joker's counterattack.

The battle, which could have ended soon, fell into a stalemate for a while.