newbobooks Chapter 17 Instant Kill
Chapter 17 Instant Kill
Hidden in the shadows, with his eyes closed and focused, Aiven, aided by his own cheat-like abilities, clearly "watched" the follower flashing red light as he conducted various investigations at the alley entrance, as if he could see the traces of various humans entering and leaving the alley.
Finally, after confirming that Evan had not left the alley, he lay in ambush at the alley entrance, waiting for Evan to reappear.
Seeing this, Evan couldn't help but reassess his opponent and sighed inwardly:
"What a qualified hunter! He never acts rashly without understanding the situation, and he would rather lose track of the target than be reckless."
But someone of my status, coming to this filthy and chaotic Iron Cross Street in a way that defies common sense—aren't you really curious why? Can you really resist giving up this opportunity to uncover my secrets?"
Evan twirled the yellow sapphire ring on his left hand, continuing to wait. It was a test of patience, and Evan certainly didn't lack patience.
Sure enough, after a while, the hunter saw that Evan had not left the alley for a long time, and he became a little anxious. It was already annoying to have the target out of his sight and control, and the long wait for the target only intensified his anxiety.
Finally, he took out a blowgun from his clothes, held it in his hand, and carefully followed Evan's footprints, which were invisible to most people, into the alley.
But as he tiptoed forward, he suddenly had a dangerous intuition, an intuition that had saved his life many times before. Without hesitation, he lay down on his side and blew the blowgun in the direction of the danger he sensed.
To his disappointment, his blowgun did not hit the figure that emerged from the shadows; instead, he saw a pair of golden eyes that were not human.
Seeing those vertical pupils that resembled those of a beast rather than a human, the hunter felt as if he had encountered his natural enemy. His heart was filled with fear and panic, as if he had encountered his father, who had beaten him whenever he was in a bad mood, regardless of whether he had been drinking or not. This caused the deepest fear hidden in his heart to erupt, and he buried his head in his hands, crying and screaming:
"Don't hit me, Dad! I'll never make you angry again! Please don't hit me, Dad!"
Facing the hunter who had essentially given up resisting, Evan showed no hesitation or sympathy. Instead, with his feather-light movements, he swiftly and lightly approached the hunter, then concentrated all his strength into his right fist and struck the back of the hunter's head with a fatal blow. The blow dented half of the hunter's skull, even causing small fragments to break, and red and white brain matter splattered onto the alley wall.
Even so, the hunter was still alive and struggled to get up from the ground, which shows his vitality.
But no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain. Evan stepped on his back, restricting his movement.
Because of the angle that Evan deliberately controlled, the red and white brain matter did not spray onto Evan's body; there were only some scattered white bone fragments and some blood on Evan's right fist.
Evan, who was very particular about cleanliness, couldn't stand it. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fist clean.
So when Klein arrived, he saw Evan stepping on the barely breathing tracker, while constantly wiping his right hand with a handkerchief and patting other parts of his clothes.
To Klein, this scene was utterly perverse.
"Alright, I'm done with my work, it's your turn."
Upon seeing Klein arrive, Evan removed his foot from the hunter's back and said casually.
Klein took a deep breath, finally pulled the revolver from under his arm, and fired a shot each at the head and thigh of the already dying hunter, while simultaneously firing all the bullets at the wall of the alley, emptying the revolver.
After Klein finished doing all this, he suddenly started panting heavily, sat down on the ground, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and began to loosen his collar, breathing in fresh air as if he had just experienced a life-or-death battle.
Evan knew this was a normal reaction from Klein after his first murder. In fact, he wasn't much better; it was just that his past experiences made him more ruthless in comparison.
In his previous life, Evan's parents died, and he was raised by his grandmother. Although he had no shortage of food or clothing, children without parents were easy targets for bullying by their peers, and even the teachers at school treated him differently.
So in his previous life, Evan learned to protect himself with his fists from a very young age. If he couldn't beat someone, he would swing a brick, bite them, and fight to the death. After all, children don't bear legal responsibility, which is something everyone knows.
Once he gained a reputation, few people dared to bully him anymore.
Although it was still daytime, the area was inhabited by people who barely made ends meet, so Klein's gunshots didn't attract many people, but they did manage to draw two police officers.
Evan simply pulled an ID card from his pocket, flashed it in front of the two patrolling officers, raised his chin, and said in a commanding tone:
"I am Inspector Horn of the Special Operations Division of the Arhowa County Police Department. I tracked the suspect here. The criminal was preparing to take hostages and was arrested, but I have brought him to justice. You are now to maintain order and report the situation here to Captain Dunn of the Seventh Operations Team of the Police Department."
As he spoke, Evan pointed to Klein, who had calmed down considerably, leaving Klein speechless.
The two patrolling police officers didn't even see clearly what Evan was holding in his hand; it just flashed by. But Evan had a grand air about him, and his clothes were very expensive. Coupled with Evan's arrogant tone, which was exactly like the big shot they had imagined, they saluted Evan without hesitation.
Then one person left to report to the police station, while another whistled to keep the crowd at bay. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Evan sprinkled some spiritually potent hydrosol around the body to create the illusion of a psychic encounter.
Klein looked at Evan's effortless command of the patrolling police and asked in confusion:
"How come you have a police badge?"
Evan didn't explain, casually tossing the small bottle aside, then took something out of his pocket, handed it to Klein, and said with a smile:
"It's not a police badge at all, just a wallet I got from this hunter. I often attend occult gatherings and have thought many times about what to do if I get caught. One of the things I thought of was to put on airs and pretend to be a high-ranking police officer to get away with it."
Klein looked at the wallet in his hand, and after hearing Evan's words, he was speechless.
"Do you spend all day thinking about this kind of thing? You seem so skilled at it?"
Just then, spiritual light gradually gathered on the corpse of the 'hunter' killed by Klein, slowly condensing and finally forming a dark red object.
"What is this?" Klein asked.
"The potions we drink come from the Creator, not from ourselves. When an extraordinary person dies, the extraordinary power contained in the potion will be released."
However, these things are often uncontrollable for various reasons, and eventually become sealed objects. If they are controllable, they are somewhat like magic potions, which can be consumed by humans, as long as some auxiliary ingredients are collected and mixed.
Klein's face turned pale, and a strong feeling of nausea suddenly welled up in his throat. He couldn't help but gag a few times, and he gained a deeper understanding of the words "in order to resist the abyss, one must endure its corruption" and "we are all guardians, but also a group of pitiful creatures who are constantly fighting against danger and madness."
In silence, half an hour passed quickly.
Closing his pocket watch, Evan said to Klein:
"Judging by the time, your captain should be arriving soon, so I won't stay any longer. I have to attend a banquet tonight, and if I don't go back soon, I might be too late. You should tell your captain about the results of your 'spiritual communication'. I imagine you'll all be busy tonight!"
However, your captain and the others are Extraordinary individuals through the 'Sleepless' pathway, so they'll definitely be fine. But for you, the 'Diviner,' things won't be so easy."
"Who caused all this trouble? How dare you even ask?" Klein, whose mood had just improved a little, was so angry that his teeth itched as he listened to Evan's teasing.
Just as Evan was about to leave, he suddenly turned back to Klein and said:
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you, the old man who was standing with you this morning, there might be something wrong with him, so please keep an eye on him. I have a naturally high level of intuition, so I can spot these kinds of things. You're a 'diviner' who's good at divination now, so you should be able to sense more anomalies than I can."
After saying that, Evan ignored the crowd that had been watching the commotion and left.
The crowd that had been watching the commotion and the police who had been maintaining order all acted as if they hadn't seen Evan at all, ignoring his departure.
This scene left Klein speechless.
"Evan said he would get the potion from the Aurora Society tomorrow, which means he is not an Extraordinary Person now. The fact that he was able to deal with an Extraordinary Person who seemed to be very good at fighting so quickly must be because he has a very powerful sealed artifact. The fact that people ignored his departure may also be due to the effect of the sealed artifact. I just don't know if it was given to him by his brother or if he collected it himself."
It must have been collected by him personally. His brother clearly didn't want him to come into contact with the Extraordinary World, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to his door specifically to stop the Night Watchers from absorbing Evan.
Also, the old man Evan mentioned should be Old Neil. Is there something wrong with Old Neil?
Klein couldn't help but think of the potion he had taken that morning, which gave him the ability to "spiritual awareness." When he looked at Old Neil, he saw a pair of eyes without eyelashes, cold and indifferent, almost transparent, appearing in the void behind him. He also thought of the almost transparent, quietly standing figure he had seen at the secret door in the church's underground.
Looking back now, Neil's explanation at the time was far-fetched, and it's possible that it wasn't just his imagination.
"Hiss... Could something really have happened to Old Neil?"
The captain once said that many extraordinary incidents handled by the Night Watch were related to their teammates. Could it be that Old Neil might be losing control?
Klein made up his mind that after finishing up the matter of "Ryle Bieber" tonight, he would report on Old Neil to the captain.