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The black "spiritual line" from different life appeared in Kline's eyes, but he did not immediately extend his self-spirituality to try to manipulate.

After distinguishing and confirming which "spiritual line" belongs to Mossona, he sipped a mouthful of malt beer and focused on the boxing match on the stage, just like a real audience.

The two boxers were naked and did not wear any protective gear. They played very hard. They collided constantly and punched the flesh. The situation quickly became fierce.

Many of the drunkard gamblers watched the adrenaline secretion, enthusiastically shouted the name of the boxer they supported, and shouted:

"kill him!"

"Don't kill this scorpion!"

On the second floor, Mosona also forgot the cigar in his hand and looked at the platform below. One hand had already clenched his fist.

The people around him, in addition to being responsible for guarding the surrounding suspicious people and the important areas such as the roof downstairs, had to guard his bodyguards, and the attention was inevitably placed in the **** boxing match.

Klein raised his hand again and sipped his beer. It seemed that the tight atmosphere was a little breathless.

At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out and seized the unreal black line corresponding to Mosona.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Mossona of the rosacea just wanted to move his fists in a small amount, just like he was fighting on the ring, his head suddenly turned wood.

He only felt that the scenes around him had become a bit strange, as if several layers of thick glass had been added.

Mossona immediately found that his thoughts were obviously stagnant, and all the parts in his head seemed to suddenly rust.

Because the goal is just an ordinary person, the spiritual strength is far less than the extraordinary one. Klein did not use 20 seconds to initially control the other party.

7 seconds!

Just 7 seconds!

Oops... There is a problem... It should be... Ability comparison... Special... Extraordinary... Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, so he will spend a lot of money to protect the extraordinary. If it is not the body that has been smashed early by the wine, the spirit is weaker, the state has not been good, and the probability of taking the potion will be out of control. He wants to get the supernatural power directly.

At this moment, because of the stagnation and inexperience of the thoughts, Mosona took more than a dozen seconds to figure out that he had been attacked, and immediately stretched his arms and opened his mouth, trying to call for help.

However, his movements are so slow, the voice in his throat is so weak, and the bodyguards around him are watching the intense and fierce boxing match intently, and the audience’s cry is higher than the waves, while the periphery The attention of the guards is in the place where the attack may occur. The employer in the non-heavy protection is obviously ignored.

When the climax of the game has subsided for a while, some bodyguards and their men look back at the boss. They can only see that Mossona’s eyes are a bit sluggish. The position of the hands is not too normal. It seems that they are still immersed in the boxing match, and they are anxiously waiting for the last. the result of.

The gangster’s eyes burst into tears, trying to loosen the five fingers, trying to let the cigars land and attract attention.

But he desperately found that his thinking was getting slower and stiffer, and a simple movement seemed to take more than a minute to complete, and his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!

Snapped!

The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears fell along his face and slipped on his neck.

Several bodyguards found this thing. Just asked if the head was too excited because of the game. Mosona suddenly buried himself and rubbed the cigar while rubbing his face.

"This game is good! Add money to the final winner!" Mosona played the cigar, pulled the collar, and opened a smiley arc.

He did not specifically say how much money to add, because Klein did not understand the market at all, so he could only vaguely explain.

Yes, Mossona of the "New Lun Party" has become his embarrassment!

Because the gangster is just an ordinary person, the spiritual strength is even weaker than the normal human beings, so he only spent two minutes and fifteen seconds!

If the time required is a little longer, he will be distracted to create confusion with illusion, so that the bodyguards can only protect Mosona, and it is too late to find his abnormality.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

......

The audience’s shouts were suddenly neat, and the contest on the ring came to an end. Mossona also signaled the bodyguards to continue watching the game.

When a boxer fell unconsciously, Mossona took a cigar:

"Go to the room.

"I have to take a break."

"Yes, the head (the boss)." His bodyguards and his men immediately surrounded him into the corridor on the second floor, helping him open the door to the lounge.

After commanding the guards to hold the key positions and not to disturb themselves, Mossona took a few steps back and forth, opened the safe, found a document involving new drugs, and screened out the most important ones.

He then loaded the documents and the address note cut from the newspaper, together with a total of £758 in cash, into a briefcase.

With a bang, he opened the door and called a man:

"Throw this bag under the third streetlight in the corner lane."

"Yes, head." His men did not ask why.

This is the rule!

Re-closing the door, Mosona found out three candles and spiritual items, and carefully painted the badge corresponding to the "fool" with a white pen - half of the "innocent eye" and half symbol The special symbol of the "distorted line" of change.

Then, the gangster who has become a gang, ignited the candle, replaced the essential oil and pure dew with perfume, and earnestly prayed for the ceremony.

He whispered the name of the "fool", read the corresponding mantra in the ancient Hemys language, which was not at all, and then took up the spiritual items, let it into the wind, and built the illusion with the changing candlelight. The door - if you don't find something rich in spirituality, Klein's plan is to use the blood of Mosona, the human blood itself is a spiritual thing!

On the first floor of the washroom, Klein seized the opportunity and took four steps back to the fog.

He did not use the "Black Emperor" card, directly inciting the power of this mysterious space, connecting them with the paper people, shaking into the door of sacrifice and giving.

The paper man immediately turned into an angel with twelve pairs of wings, flew over the illusory mysterious door, and passed through the dark and dark void to reach Mosona.

This is a divergence, prophecy and other extraordinary ability surveys that may exist in the interference!

Then, Klein picked up the "squirming hunger" and threw it into the ceremony door!

The “squirming hunger” came to the real world with the ritual of praying, and came to Mosona, and it was suddenly shaken when it had not been eaten for a long time!

At this time, Klein also returned to the bathroom, and again separated by a few tens of meters, Mossona, who had been stiff before the operation, closed his mouth and picked up the gloves on the altar.

The center of the glove immediately split a gap, there are two rows of illusory, white teeth!

Klein’s sensation was quickly weakened, and he dismissed control when he took the initiative.

A slight counterattack made his head dizzy, but it didn't take long to return to normal.

Then, he didn't happen anything, left the bathroom, went back to the bar, and continued to drink the malt beer that he hadn't finished before.

At the same time, he used the "spirit of the spirit" to find a mouse on the second floor, which made the other party become his own in less than two minutes.

The mouse movement was a bit awkward and unskilled to find caves and roads, and it took a certain amount of time to enter the Mosona lounge from the shelf.

At this time, the floor was quietly lying with a thin glove made of human skin, and Mosona had no residue left.

The mouse climbed onto the table, picked up the paper with the symbol of "fool" and put it in front of the burning candle.

The paper was quickly ignited and turned into ashes.

After extinguishing the three candles and returning them to their original place, the mouse came to the "squirming hunger" and picked up the glove.

Then, it returned in the same way and left Mosona’s lounge.

It lurked all the way to the balcony on the second floor, and climbed silently.

On the first floor, at the bar counter.

Klein drank the last bite of beer, dropped the cup, and stood up slowly.

He pressed the half-height silk hat and put his hands in the pockets of the black double-breasted long dress. He stepped over the alcoholic gamblers and walked down the street.

Along the light of the gas streetlight, he quickly came to the corner of the lane, pulled out the paper man, ignited and lit, and picked up the briefcase under the third lamppost.

At this time, a gray mouse licked the thin human leather gloves and smashed it from the shadow.

Klein bent over again with a blank expression and picked up "squirming hunger."

Then, the gray mouse went away by himself, climbed into a **** bin, lay there and completely lost his breath.

In the night that had already arrived, Klein, who was shining under the gas streetlight, stood there, and opened his fingers without hesitation, and put "squirming hunger" on his left hand.

After moving the lower finger joints and adapting to the lower gloves, he licked his briefcase and disappeared into the street intersection after the still lively and energetic “Oak Bar”.

............

After the briefcase with only important information left on the address strip and stamp taken out, and placed in the postbox on the corner, Klein changed back to the form of German Sparrow, took the rental carriage and went to another port in the port. bar.

That is a bar with more pirates from Anderson!

Into the bar, Klein swept his eyes and put the general look inside into his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

The figure is medium-sized, with purple lips, and the brown eyes contain a fearful and intense malice. It is the second son of the "immortal king" Agarito, the "slayer" Gilhies who rewards 9,500 pounds!

Obviously, after fleeing the dangerous sea area, the "death" came to the nearest island of Toskat, seeking resupply!

You are here too... Klein’s mouth is slightly ticked and I find that there is no more suitable hunting “devil” than chance!

In his heart, the evil thoughts were born, and Gilthias had already noticed that he looked sideways at the entrance to the bar.

Klein grabbed the beer on the table next to him without hesitation and threw it away.

Then he pulled out the revolver and aimed aimlessly over there.

boom!

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