Out of control? Klein's heart tightened, and he almost blurted out a rhetorical question.

Although Dunn and Neil Sr. often emphasized in front of him the dangers of losing control and the probability of happening, this was still the first time he had encountered something similar, and he was a little panicked, a little dazed, a little scared, a little sad, and the feeling was very complicated.

"A quarter of the events handled each year are out of control of the extraordinary...... And a large part of that quarter are our teammates......" Dunn's words flashed through his mind, making his reactions seem to become sluggish.

But old Neil, who had experienced too many similar incidents, immediately asked:

"Where are the runaways, and what do we need to do?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, he thought that a slippery and lazy "semi-retiree" like old Neil would find an excuse to refuse Svein's request, or extort a large amount of benefits before trying to help, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't hesitate at all, and directly entered the state of participation, not caring about the difference between the night watch and the punisher.

Looking at old Neil with a serious expression, Klein suddenly understood one thing, that is, whether it is the Night Watchman, the Punisher, or the member of the Machine Heart, the goal is to prevent the supernatural power from harming the innocent, maintain the peace and stability of the city of Tingen, and if there is a dangerous and urgent situation, it is incumbent on him to do so!

At this point, Svein replied unusually briefly:

"Be my assistant!"

Without explaining why it was out of control or where the runaway was, he walked quickly to the exit.

The former captain of the "substitute punisher" is obviously just an old man who is addicted to alcohol, but Klein finds that he can't keep up with the other party's footsteps and must trot up to barely stay behind.

He glanced sideways at old Neil, and saw that the "voyeur" who was showing signs of aging also began to run.

The three of them didn't pay attention to the gaze of the guards along the way, one in an old naval officer's uniform, one in a dark classical robe, and the other in a knee-length thin black trench coat, staggered out of the billiard room and out of the dragon bar.

The customers who drank wine and poured oil instinctively looked away from the rat-catching dogs and glanced at Klein and the others.

"Boss Svein?"

"What is he doing in such a hurry to go out?"

"Someone is running away from debt?"

......

In the whispered discussion, some of the drinkers put their attention back to the cage and shouted again to vent the depression of the day, while others were more alert and vaguely uneasy.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Klein and Old Neil followed Svein across the road and into the real dock area.

"On that ship. Svein slowed his pace and pointed to a river cargo ship docked not far away, "Two members of the Substitute Punisher are up there and fighting the runaway to prevent him from entering the Tasok River, you help me influence him, control him, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Old Neil took a few breaths like a bellows:

"Okay, but, but you need to give me a minute, phew, a minute to get back to shape. ”

Svein nodded, didn't say anything more, rushed to the cargo ship first, and joined the fight.

Listening to the thumping sound of the fight above, Old Neil glanced at Klein, who was slightly nervous, took out a silver piece the size of a baby's palm from the pocket around his waist, handed it over, and said:

"Sleep Charm, Open Spell is the ancient Hermetic word for 'night', recite the spell, infuse your spirit into it, and throw it at your target in three seconds. ”

"Hmm!" Klein reached out to catch it, moved.

The front and back of the spell were carved with spells written in Hermes, as well as symbols, corresponding numbers, and magical signs, and he could perceive the subtle, seren, and deep mystical power without having to turn on his vision, relying only on inspiration.

Old Neil straightened up, took out the same silver charm from his pocket, held it in his palm, and made a joke as he walked towards the cargo ship:

"Don't be nervous, relax, think about something else, for example, I borrowed that spell from you, if you use it, remember to make a new one and give it back to me, of course, you can wait until next month, wait until the material quota is restored, and then do it. ”

This...... Worthy of the experienced old Neil...... Crane placed the charm in his left pocket, reached down and took out the revolver inside the pouch of the gun under his arm, adjusting the firing position and trigger.

"I don't think I'm nervous anymore......" He and Old Neil climbed the freighter through the gangway with a gun in one hand and a staff in the other.

The ship has obvious traces of the era, although it is powered by steam and has an extra chimney, it still retains the masts, sails and other configurations of the past, and only has a metal shell on the surface, steel in some places, and wood in many places.

The thumping and thudging of the fight intensified, and Crane and Old Neil were about to find the entrance to enter the cabin when they suddenly heard a loud clattering noise.

The sides of the wooden cabin cracked instantly, thorns flew wildly, and a figure fell out and crashed into the side of the ship.

Crane didn't care about the figure's injuries, his eyes were completely focused on the monster that was hurtling towards the breach.

The monster was over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a tattered shirt and trousers, covered with dark green scales and covered with skin between its hands and feet, like webbing between the toes of some aquatic animal.

It had a wrinkled head with a faint glimpse of a human, and slime was dripping down its scales.

Zizizizi!

The dark green slime slightly corroded the deck, leaving a distinct mark.

The monster that tried to break out of the rift was punched in the side by Svein, sending it two steps sideways

The muscled Svein was obviously inferior to that monster, and his fists and kicks clearly hit the opponent, but he couldn't break the scales, and it was difficult to cause substantial damage, and he was very embarrassed and shaky for a while.

If it weren't for his amazing balance, if it weren't for the fact that another punisher moved with him and shot him back, Crane suspected that the blue-eyed old man would have been beaten to death by the monster.

Kick, kick, kick! Svein kept backing and moving forward, like a moth that knew it was flames.

But Klein could feel what he was accumulating and waiting for.

Bang!

Svein was knocked back a few steps, obscuring the view of the other punisher.

The monster seized the opportunity and immediately rushed to the breach.

It's going to escape from the cabin and jump into the Tasok River!

Looking at the wrinkled, slime-filled head, Crane raised his right hand and pulled the trigger.

Table tennis!

The silver demon hunting bullet hit the monster's torso as he expected, but only shattered the scales, embedding more than half of them.

The monster let out a piercing scream, and with the strength of its feet, the wind pounced on Klein.

A strong fishy smell penetrated his nose, and Crane jerked his body short and rolled to the side.

He felt the hull of the ship shake and splinters hit him.

At the same time, he heard an old, deep voice, a mantra recited in the ancient Hermetian language:

"Night!"

Crane rolled twice more, didn't bother to pick up his cane, hurriedly raised his gun and looked up, only to see old Neil calmly throw out the charm in his hand when he was not far from the monster.

The silver flakes were quickly enveloped in dark red flames, making a slight explosion.

The deep, serene power instantly dissipated, and the monster that had almost smashed the side of the ship shook and slowed down.

At this moment, Svein rushed out of the cabin, approached the monster, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and threw several punches like a machine gun, all of which hit the opponent's head with a thump.

But he could only punch the rift and not deal fatal damage, but Crane could sense that the blue-eyed old man's savings were about to reach their peak.

The monster seemed to recover, flicking its forearms back, and slashed Svein back five steps, each step shattering the deck.

Seeing that the monster was about to turn back and jump off the cargo ship, Crane quickly took out the "Sleep Charm" from his pocket with his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, he skillfully pronounced a word from the ancient Hermetic language:

"Night!"

Suddenly, Crane only felt that the silver talisman in his palm had become cold, like a snowflake accumulating.

Without much thought, he poured his spirit into the charm, tugged at his shoulders, flicked his arms, and threw it at the monster.

At this moment, the fish-like monster had jumped into the air.

The dark red flames lit up the darkness around them, and a slight explosion rippled out like a prelude to hypnosis.

Bang!

The monster fell straight to the dock, shrunk into a ball, and briefly fell into a semi-deep state.

Klein was about to grab the side of the ship and shoot the monster in the head, when he suddenly saw Svein, whose naval officer's uniform had been lost somewhere, rush out and jump down.

He adjusted his posture in mid-air, the muscles of his body bulging.

Something depressing erupted in Klein's inspiration, and Svein fell from the sky, slammed into the monster, then straightened up and threw a punch that hit the opponent's head.

Click!

The monster's head was torn apart, dark red blood and gray brain tissue splattered all over the floor, accompanied by dark green slime.

"Is this one of the abilities of the Raging People?" Crane muttered to himself as he stood beside the broken ship.

Old Neil clutched his left hand, leaned in, and looked down as well.

At this moment, Svein stood up straight, and there he stared deeply at the lifeless monster beneath his feet.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a deflated metal flask, ripped off the lid, and gulped down a small half, then tilted the mouth of the bottle and aimed it at the monster, spilling the rest of the liquor on the other party.

After doing all this, Svein seemed to grow old all of a sudden, and his back was a little stiffer.

Old Neil sighed, looked at the scene below, and whispered to Klein:

"I know this out-of-control substitute punisher, who has followed Svein for twenty or thirty years, who has cleared the water ghosts who have come ashore to kill people, and who have captured evil extraordinaries who tried to dive and escape from the Tasok River......"

He didn't continue, but Crane could hear what he was trying to do:

Such a "guard" who has made a lot of contributions and killed a lot of monsters has finally become a monster.

And this is not an isolated case, it is a possible outcome for many Night Watchers, Substitute Punishers, and members of the Machine Heart.