Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

One punch...

Two punches...

Three punches...

The fist was swung out like a steel hammer again and again, and every time it hit, there was a sound of bones breaking. Even a Sequence 5 transcendent fell to the ground unconscious and passed out after suffering such a violent blow.

Looking at the security guard lying on the ground, the boy's face was flushed, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He stepped forward, preparing to touch up a few more times to prevent the security guard from standing up again.

"Don't, security guards also have a job." Such words came from the crowd next to him, which immediately woke him up.

Yes, why was he so impulsive? The previous enthusiasm quickly cooled down. Thinking that he might have to pay huge medical bills in the future, he became a little panicked.

Turning around and looking back, the boy saw the man who was about to escape. He rushed over, pulled the man out of the crowd, and fell to the ground again.

"You!" The man struggled to get up, and white smoke gradually rose from his dyed hair, and he exuded a smell of gunpowder and sulfur.

Suddenly, a pair of curved horns emerged from his head, and his body was completely ignited with dark red demonic flames.

"It's the 'Devil Transformation' of the blood pupil sequence. Tsk tsk, this secret method is very effective. It seems that it was forced." The crowd of onlookers commented.

After briefly receiving the blessing of the secret method of transformation, this man's strength, speed, and magic power were greatly improved. He kicked the boy away, then rushed over again, and directly clasped the boy's neck with a clawed hand. , and then the dark red magic flame spread instantly, covering it.

The suffocating heat enveloped the boy. His eyes were blood red, and he kept waving his hands and feet. His fists like steel hammers hit the opponent's arm again and again. However, the demon's transformation brought about the physical strengthening and self-healing ability, which made the opponent's arm Extraordinarily tenacious, always holding the boy's throat firmly.

Although he is a Sequence 5, it is a pity that he is studying engineering, and metal hardening is just a branch application in the course, while the man in front of him is studying the Blood Pupil Sequence profession that specializes in combat.

In a sudden explosion, the opponent of Blood Eye Sequence 4 relied on the 'Devil Transformation' to temporarily suppress the boy and force him to a dead end.

As the brain gradually became deprived of oxygen, the boy struggled more and more fiercely, even a little crazy and crazy. The heavy fist became harder and harder, almost completely metal, and every time he hit it, it was like a pile driver.

"Crack-" Finally, the man's arm holding his neck was broken, and the blood-red arm bent and twisted unnaturally.

The breathless boy's eyes were blood red. He roared hoarsely and breathed violently. Then he grabbed the devil's horns that grew out after the transformation, held them tightly, and then used all his strength to hold them up.

A heart-shaking sound of breaking came from the man's head, and then a large amount of blood flowed out from the broken corner, and the whole man fell to the ground like mud, shaking slightly.

"Ah——" Seeing that the situation was out of control and people might even die, some women couldn't help but scream, and many guests began to retreat in panic and prepare to leave the scene.

"Call the police, call the police." Someone said in a panic, and the band performance in the bar stopped abruptly.

The guests began to run away, but the boy who was surrounded before was still looking for the younger brother with red eyes who had beaten him with the man before.

"It's all your fault."

"It's all you who forced me." He no longer knew how to end it, and could only rely on instinct to retaliate against those who had put him in this situation.

The corridor at the front entrance of the bar was crowded with people, and the stairs outside the side door were also full of customers rushing downstairs. Soon after, there was a sound of breaking glass, and the boy who fell into madness dragged a boy he had beaten before and fell downstairs. back alley.

"It's a bit out of control." The man wearing a clown mask stood at the corner of the rooftop, overlooking the situation below.

He took out the record board and recorded the data again, including a few comments.

[After the target is stimulated, his emotions gradually become excessive and out of control]

"It seems that the side effects are still difficult to eliminate. Well, after all, they are highly active particles obtained from the primordial sea, so they are inevitably a little manic." He touched his chin and prepared to leave.

At this time, high in the night sky, a dark red indicator light trace slowly crossed, and then, a silver bullet passed through the night and directly hit the clown man in the back of the head.

Blood spattered, and his body fell from the edge of the rooftop into the alley filled with debris below.

Soon, a suspended motorboat shot straight down from the sky and caught up with the falling position.

A flash of light exploded in the dark alley, followed by the sounds of gunfire and fighting. The man in the clown mask who was hit before did not fall to the ground at this moment, but was avoiding the opponent's bullets while constantly throwing objects around him to interfere. other side.

"Hey, are you here to kill me?"

He said with a sinister voice, and then turned his head to avoid the bullets fired by the opponent. Rather than avoiding the bullets, it was better to avoid the point where the gun was aimed.

After dodging another shot, the clown man caught the boy who had fallen in the alley and the younger brother who had passed out. He relied on these two human shields to block them in front of him.

"Oh, you actually stopped shooting. It seems like your origin is easy to guess." His mask twitched, making people realize how wildly the face behind him was smiling.

Then, at the moment when the opponent paused, the clown man suddenly threw a ball from behind where the opponent could not see it, and a violent flash of light appeared.

Taking advantage of this blinding moment, he moved quickly and rushed in front of the opponent, and at this time, the flash of light also illuminated the opponent's appearance.

He had short black hair, a masked face, and a plain gray T-shirt. If it weren't for the gun in his hand, anyone would have thought he was just one of the tourists shopping tonight.

The clown man was very fast, and he got close in almost 2 seconds. The man in the gray T-shirt was not slow at all. When the clown man got close, he rolled sideways and blindly fired two shots, one of which hit the clown man. In the shoulder, another shot missed.

After the bullets were fired, the pistol was released directly, and the two quickly started a close combat.

If the style of the man in the gray T-shirt is capable and fast, with a military style, then the clown man's fighting style is crazy, with almost no rules, relying purely on speed and the sharp claws on his fingertips to suppress him.

After a few moves, the man in the gray T-shirt suffered a lot of injuries, and his clothes were torn open, revealing the special gray vest worn underneath.

Logically speaking, such fights and emergencies would have been recorded by surrounding surveillance cameras and automatically alerted the police, but tonight the alley was particularly deserted and quiet.

Then a sizzling sound full of sparks and electric current exploded in the alley, and the two sides who had been fighting fiercely separated.

The man in the gray T-shirt, who was originally empty-handed, now held a long-footed backflow lightsaber in his hand. Sparkling silver-gray lightning and particles flowed in it, illuminating the alley.

Unlike the extremely explosive flow-type lightsaber, the reflux-type lightsaber can continuously circulate magic power and high-energy particles, greatly reducing its consumption, and can fight for a long time, but its power is slightly weaker.

After forcing the opponent back with the drawn lightsaber, the man in the gray T-shirt stood slightly firmer. The lightsaber in his hand became more stable, and the particles in it rotated faster and faster, making a slight buzzing and trembling sound.

"Although I don't expect someone to come and kill me, can you tell me who you are?" The clown man stood there and made a standard bending ceremony.

"You don't have to know."

In response, the man in the gray T-shirt stared at the other person with his eyes, and his eyes were as gray as the T-shirt he was wearing.

'The surveillance in the surrounding area has been controlled and camouflage data has begun to be transmitted. The riot control unit that arrived earlier also conducted electronic deception. You have five minutes to deal with the target. 'The young woman's voice came from the earphones.

"I know." His body sank slightly, and then he rushed out again.

The body turned sideways in the air, and then the lightsaber struck down. Seeing the opponent approaching, the clown man pretended to scream and threw out the two unconscious hostages in his hands.

However, just when he thought that the two hostages would be burned and chopped into pieces by the lightsaber, the opponent suddenly retracted his sword, caught the two hostages directly, and threw them behind him.

"I'm becoming more and more sure which organization you are from." Looking at this scene, the clown man chuckled twice.

"I didn't expect that I would be wanted by the famous 'Falling Silver Star'. This is really an honor."

'Falling Silver Star' is a special organization on the Ajika network. Its members keep each other secret. The purpose of the organization is extremely rare in today's era, which is to hunt down those people who have done many evil things but are difficult for federal officials to deal with.

Some people have said that this is a peripheral organization of the Inquisition, but the official has never acknowledged it, and no one has found evidence that there is an inevitable connection between the two.

Compared to the intimidating power of the Inquisition, the 'Falling Silver Stars' are much more upright, and can even be said to be too upright. They do everything not for profit, but to protect the ordinary people involved in the pursuit. It seems to be to maintain some kind of simple justice and kindness.

"T-143 (Joker), you have traveled to 17 star regions in 6 years, using innocent and gullible young people as experimental materials, and tricked them into drinking the magic potion taken from the depths of the Sea of ​​Ajika." Gray T The man in T-shirt told each other's evidence of each other's crime word by word.

"This type of highly active magical medicine has victimized 1,031 young people. 513 of them died from core rupture caused by out-of-control magic. 374 suffered mental disorders and permanent brain damage after receiving treatment to remove the extraordinary core. 84 suffered mental illness afterwards. Madness and out-of-control magic mutated, killing another 187 people, leaving 42 people who could barely maintain self-awareness, but needed to take mood stabilizers for life."

As he spoke, he took out the photos in his pocket with his other hand and scattered them. These photos were taken at various scenes, with young people of different appearances on them, some lying on their backs in a pool of blood. Some had bone spurs and fangs on their bodies and looked crazy, some had their bodies torn in half and were crawling hard on the ground, some were blind and were covered by white blankets and pushed to the emergency room, and some had their hands inserted in He put it inside his own body, and then took out his internal organs with a silly smile on his face.

"Oh, you are such a loyal fan of mine. You actually remember the data so clearly. I'm so happy and honored, hahahaha!" The clown man laughed.

"However, did you deliberately leave out some parts? According to your data, there should be 18 people who have survived well, and maybe they will go further in the future. I think they will be very grateful to me for giving me such an opportunity. .”

"The remaining 18 people did stabilize their mental state and extraordinary core after the incident, but none of their characters gradually distorted and became weird. The social harm they caused afterwards was even far greater than those individuals who were out of control."

"According to high-level AI analysis, you must have taken the potion and became so mentally abnormal." The man gradually tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword in his hand.

He took a deep breath, seeming to suppress the emotions in his body, and then jumped up sharply.

In an instant, a violent flash of light bloomed on him. The same trick as the enemy made the clown man lose consciousness for an instant. Nearly a hundred armed self-disciplined units also rose up on both sides of the alley. Their cold light shone, The barrel of the gun was pressed down, the red light of the sight flashed by, and countless bullets poured out like a storm, hitting the opponent, and the silver enchanted bullets continuously penetrated and tore them apart.

[Kindness needs stronger power to support, otherwise it will become hypocritical lies and evasion]

Regarding the motto of His Highness, the organization has always kept in mind that when dealing with evildoers, they must concentrate their superior strength and go all out to defeat them. They must not hold back and seek victory with a certain gambler's mentality.

He said so many words before, not because he wanted to explain anything to the bad guys, but just to delay time so that the supporting self-discipline units could be in place to form an advantageous situation.

After a few seconds, the gunfire stopped, and the barrels of these autonomous units also smoked and entered a cooling state.

On the ground in the alley, the previously crazy clown man was lying on the ground. His body was almost reduced to pieces. There were densely pierced hornet's nests everywhere. The blood was dried by the enchanted bullets. There were also a large number of bullet fragments and solution remaining on the ground. There was a faint smell of of heat.

In mid-air, overlooking the scene below, the man in the gray T-shirt carefully searched the details with his eyes, and then walked slowly over. He took out the remaining photos in his pocket and sprinkled them on the other person. The source of these photos can be found with a little search. where they are from and tell the police who the person is.

"May the silver star fall from here." He made a fist with one hand and tapped his chest, then stood up and looked up at the starry sky.

In this way, he completed another mission and got rid of the turbid things polluting the world.

There is no reward for doing this kind of thing, but he is still willing to risk his life just to fulfill his ideals.

Every time he completes a task, he feels extra calm and slightly satisfied, as if this is how the world should be.

He simply calmed down, and when he was about to leave, his ankle suddenly tightened, and a hand tightly grabbed his trousers.

This is! ? He was startled inwardly, and then subconsciously took out his lightsaber.

With a buzzing sound, the lightsaber flashed up, then swung down, and one arm was cut open.

But things didn't end there. The clown man, who was almost shot into pieces and rags, replenished and grew, bonded again like plasticine, and then came back together.

This phenomenon simply breaks through the current mainstream understanding, that is, after the brain is completely shattered, it still resurrects.

Although he was horrified, the man in the T-shirt still reacted. He backed away quickly, and then pressed the communicator on his ear to call his teammates for tonight's cooperation.

"The opponent is resurrected again, and his resurrection ability is weird and beyond imagination."

"Received, the situation has been observed through the self-discipline unit, and backup forces have begun to be deployed." A constant voice came from the headset.

The autonomous unit that had stalled before opened fire again, firing continuously, pouring out the remaining bullets. But this time the opponent was prepared, turning and running rapidly, dodging most of the bullets, and then the autonomous unit that ran out of bullets also There is only a ceasefire.

"Hey hey hey~"

As if he had lost consciousness and was only acting on instinct, the clown man dragged his body and rushed towards the man in the T-shirt at a weird speed.

The lightsaber slashed, and the crossed sword arcs cut open the purple body that rushed forward, and then a ball of flesh and blood hit the man in the T-shirt on the head, with a hint of sweet and disgusting smell in the moisture.

Blood flowed down his face. He grabbed the piece of meat with one hand and tore it off. At this moment, there were many sprouts growing on the piece of meat, and the way he waved it was particularly scary.

He tried his best to retreat, but the opponent still pursued him. He slashed several times and the meat was cut into thin pieces again, which delayed him for some time.

Frowning at the squirming flesh and blood in front of him, the man in the T-shirt pressed the wristband on his left hand, and then the special medicine stored in the wristband was injected into the body through the needle.

Soon, a burst of pale flames rose up on him. This kind of light feather sequence of holy flames has a strong restraint effect on souls and dirty monsters.

Then he stepped forward again, swung his sword to cut open the gathered flesh and blood, and then the holy flame bloomed, burning it continuously and turning it into ashes.

This continued until a few minutes later, when all the flesh and blood in the alley was burned to the ground.

His face turned slightly pale, and he scanned the whole place vigilantly again, confirming every detail and looking for any missing pieces of flesh and blood.

"Back!" Suddenly, a warning sounded from the earphones, and before he could turn around, a tentacle strangled his neck and lifted him up.

After losing the ground to rely on, the man with little displacement ability could only hold the tentacles wrapped around his neck and struggle hard, but at this moment his magic power had been consumed a lot and he could not explode with strong power.

With a sudden movement, pale flames ignited on his body again, burning the entangled tentacles.

This made him hear some kind of hoarse roar, and even though the tentacles were burned and withered, they quickly healed themselves and seemed to be resisting the damage.

How is this possible? The man struggled to turn around and finally saw the situation behind him.

The boys and gangsters who were originally rescued by him have now become part of the flesh and blood monster. The flesh and blood monster on the ground has four swimming eyes on its body, observing the man in the air from different angles.

Suddenly, the flesh and blood monster on the ground turned a tentacle into a flesh thorn and penetrated the man's body and inserted it into his abdomen.

Under the severe pain, the man began to feel a numbness coming from his abdomen, and he almost watched the flesh and blood tentacles infecting and devouring his body.

"This..." At this time, although he was nervous and a little afraid, he finally remembered something.

"Can you still hear me?"

"Received the communication. If you have any last words, please explain them as soon as possible." The young female voice in the headset was still cold and capable.

"The other party not only used a taboo special potion, but also transformed himself. I even suspect that the so-called 'clown' is just a disguised image, with a complete organization behind it, and the existence of plural 'clowns'."

"This kind of genetic modification is not only a modification, but also has a certain assimilation effect. It is very similar to the 'blood worm species' that appeared in the fifth era. The other party must have quoted the gene fragment of the 'blood worm species', because I am being swallowed At this time, even the spirit begins to be corroded and hallucinations occur.”

"Received, recorded and archived, Senior Gray Mountain, I wish you rest in peace." Finally, the female voice in the headset trembled.

These juniors are really young. If it were me, I would definitely not cry. Some thoughts arose in the man's mind, and then the fierce pale flame ignited again on his body, burning continuously.

In the distant sky, the carp airship decorated with a festive atmosphere is still moving forward slowly. Fireworks rise from time to time, blooming in the night, and light rain falls. Just a few hundred meters apart on the street, tourists are talking and laughing while enjoying the night view. Peace and tranquility.

And in this lonely alley, a lonely pale flame burned, making it extremely quiet.