20demayo Chapter 130 The Characteristics of the Silent Messenger
Chapter 130 The Characteristics of the Silent Messenger
Chapter 130 The Characteristics of the Silent Messenger
"Elwin?" Lisa shrugged. "Didn't see him. Didn't you go out together? What happened, did you get separated? Or—did he go find somewhere else to have fun?"
She deliberately dragged out her words.
Green frowned.
Alvin left Leah's place before him, so he should have returned here by now, or at least left a message. Could something have gone wrong with the investigation in Blackwater Alley?
"Did he leave any message? Or did you see any suspicious people around here?" Green asked.
Seeing his serious expression, Lisa abandoned her joking tone and sat up straight: "No message. Suspicious people—when in Blackwater Alley aren't there suspicious people? But—"
She paused, then lowered her voice: "About half an hour after you left, a stranger loitered around the door."
He was wearing a dark overcoat, his hat pulled low, and stood for a while at the entrance of the alley across the street, seemingly waiting for someone, or perhaps observing something. I couldn't see his face clearly, but his posture was steady, unlike that of an ordinary thug.
Dark coat, hat pulled low?
This description immediately put Green on alert.
Which way did he go?
"I wasn't paying attention; I was busy attending to the guests."
Lisa shrugged. "But—he seemed to pay special attention to the rat's tail over there in the alley."
It's "Rat's Tail" alley again! Were they targeted as soon as they arrived?
"Damn it!" Green cursed under his breath, then turned and rushed towards the door.
Green suddenly had a bad feeling that Erwin's solo efforts to spread false information might be exposed and he might even be in danger.
"Hey! Watch out!" Lisa called out from behind him, "It's not safe over there at night!"
Green was no longer listening. He rushed out of "Old Eel," calibrated his way through the dimly lit alleyway, and strode towards "Rat's Tail" alley. At the same time, he activated his "Apprentice's" spiritual senses, remaining alert to any movement around him.
The closer you get to "Rat's Tail" alley, the more chaotic and dilapidated the environment becomes. The narrow alley is only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, with tangled electrical wires and tattered clothes hanging overhead, and sewage flowing across the ground.
The doors and windows of the houses on both sides were tightly closed, with only occasional dim light and suspicious sounds escaping through the cracks.
Green moved quietly, hugging the wall. His eyes scanned every corner.
A moment later, in a corner deep in the alley, surrounded by garbage, Green glimpsed a figure lying face down on the ground, motionless.
Erwin?!
Beside Alvin stood a man in a dark coat and a wide-brimmed hat. His back was to Grimm, and he was bending over, seemingly searching Alvin for something.
Green's heart nearly stopped beating.
Without hesitation, his right hand instantly reached into his robes and grasped the handle of the "Silent Messenger's" gun. The next second, his figure slowly blended into the wall to one side.
"Following me? With your pathetic skills? You should take a good look at yourself. Have the Night's Watch's noses become so bad these days?"
The man sneered, "Poor wretch! Has the night watchman fallen this low? Damn!"
Suddenly, the man felt a cold sensation pressing against the back of his head. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a cold voice say, "I advise you not to move."
"You're under arrest."
The man's movements suddenly froze.
"I don't know how you approached me, but—"
He then suddenly straightened up, twisted his waist and turned around with superhuman speed, revealing a face covered in thick flesh and with fierce eyes under his wide-brimmed hat.
"Since you're here, you can die too!" he growled, his right hand flashing at his waist. A menacing dagger gleamed coldly.
"Bang!"
A strange muffled sound, without any flash of light or whistling of a bullet.
The man's sinister smile froze on his face.
He felt as if an invisible hammer had struck the back of his head, or as if he had been stuffed into an absolutely silent vacuum bubble.
Thoughts, hearing, and even the body's instinctive reactions are all forcibly "silenced" and slowed down in that instant.
This is precisely the characteristic of the "Messenger of Silence": forced silence and spiritual stagnation. It does not fire physical bullets, but rather a highly compressed concept of "silence," capable of instantly disrupting the target's spirituality and perception.
Green gave his opponents no chance to breathe.
At the moment he fired the shot, he followed up with a vicious chop, precisely striking the man's right wrist, which was holding the dagger.
"Snap!"
The soft cracking of bones was exceptionally clear against the silent backdrop.
The dagger flew out of his hand and landed with a clang.
"Ugh—!"
The excruciating pain broke the man's "silent" stagnation, and he let out a suppressed roar of pain.
"Night Watchman—scum!" he roared, his left hand reaching back at an unbelievable angle to grab Green's face. His five fingers visibly swelled and wriggled, as if something was about to burst out.
It started at the fingertips, spread to the arms, to the neck, and finally to half of the face.
Beneath his skin, countless tiny worms seemed to writhe wildly, his muscles twisting and swelling. His left eye was instantly filled with a surge of blood, while his right eye still retained a trace of human, extreme pain and madness.
A word flashed through Green's mind instantly.
out of control!
Moreover, it is a rapid and irreversible physical mutation!
I never expected this gun to be so powerful, capable of directly attacking a person's mind and shattering the will of an extraordinary person.
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, but Green's movements didn't falter in the slightest. To show mercy to an enemy that was transforming into a monster was suicide.
Green immediately drew his Demon Hunter revolver, and a silver Demon-Slaying bullet pierced straight into the man's head.
After the gunshot, blood and grayish-white brain matter splattered on the brick wall behind them.
The man's swollen, contorted body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. The writhing flesh quickly lost its vitality and began to emit a nauseating stench.
Green did not immediately go forward to check, but quickly took two steps back and fired two more shots.
Green was glad that he hadn't slacked off while studying the rules of the Church of the Night. The death of an out-of-control person could sometimes trigger even stranger consequences, such as the spread of spiritual pollution or the attraction of unclean beings.
After confirming that the man was definitely dead, Green rushed forward to check on Alvin's condition.
Alvin lay face down, his body slightly curled up.
Green carefully turned him over. Although Alvin was breathing rapidly, pale, and had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his overall condition was not fatal.
"Alvin! Wake up!" Green gently patted his cheek while cautiously glancing around. The gunshots and commotion had likely alerted those nearby; they had to leave as soon as possible.
"Ugh—" Alvin groaned in pain, his eyelids fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened them. His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and it took him a while to make out Green's face.
"Grin?"
His voice was hoarse and dry. "You—what are you doing here? Where's that—bastard?"
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