Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The body moves faster than the brain.

Among the peripheral members, some had already made their choice before the ghost finished speaking - to shoot.

boom!

The piercing sound of gunfire awakened some people, and they raised their guns one after another, trying to use the iron lump in their hands to gain a sense of security.

But it's all in vain.

The expected scene did not occur.

The bullet hovered half a meter in front of the magician, and seemed to lose its power after hitting a wall of air, and finally fell on the water-logged sky.

Kiel's heart skipped a beat.

He thought of the man with black hair and golden fox eyes.

"Wait a moment!"

No one listened to her.

The sound of gunfire rang out one after another.

The crisp sound of metal clashing against each other expanded in the rain, just like the despair in everyone's hearts.

Can’t hit it. Can’t hit it at all.

What kind of monster is this?

The weird feeling you get when reading the information is completely different from seeing it with your own eyes.

The crowd was frightened after emptying the magazine but still failing to hurt the ghost at all.

They held the guns in their hands tremblingly and each took a half step back.

The rain was still falling, soaking the magician's originally neat white robe.

The man standing on top of the tent didn't even change his posture.

There was still a smile on his lips, and he didn't look offended at all.

However, the calmer he was, the more frightened everyone became.

In this depressing atmosphere, the ghost turned to look at the first person who fired the gun, smiling:

"It seems that this guest can't wait any longer. Then, I'll give you the qualification to experience it first."

As he spoke, the magician swung the baton at his fingertips and pointed it at the man.

There were no so-called special effects, but the man suddenly began to twitch as if he had been electrocuted.

The people around were shocked when they saw this.

Soon a vacuum zone appeared around the man.

Everyone watched as the man's eyes rolled back and he fell down with convulsions.

It was like, like I got an electric shock.

"Anyone else want to try it?"

The record lost its initial noise and finally the first prelude sounded.

The sad piano music blended with the summer night rain and the dark wind to play the first movement of killing.

The crescent-white baton seemed like a sharp weapon that could kill people without blinking an eye in the magician's hand.

As long as the person is pointed out,

It wasn't like he suddenly fell to the ground as if he had been electrocuted;

It's like being unable to breathe, as if you were drowning.

Kil saw with his own eyes that a person next to him was gasping for breath with his mouth wide open, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

The other person kept scratching his neck with his hands, as if trying to get more oxygen in this way.

But no matter how he struggled it was in vain.

Finally, his eyes rolled back and he passed out from suffocation.

Unlike Kiel, who had other ideas.

Curacao, who was suddenly notified to be transferred to the BOSS, really needs to make achievements in this battle.

As a person who had long been ordered to be destroyed, she had no way out!

The pistol he held high had no silencer installed. After a huge burst of gunfire, Curacao ordered:

"No retreat! Push forward! Destroy his tent!"

The people occupying the high ground did not fight in person. The only thing they could bet on was that the opponent was not good at close combat!

Seeing that his subordinates were trying to escape, Curacao shot one of them in the chest and then shouted to Kiel:

"Come back here, everyone! Kiel! What are you doing? Are you going to run away too?"

The smell of blood was washed away by the rain before it had time to spread.

The man who received the order gritted his teeth secretly, pulled out a gun from his pocket and rushed towards the magician's tent.

A bunch of lunatics!

Since retreating will definitely result in being killed and punished, it is better to earn the reputation of "fighting to the death and ultimately being defeated"!

I can only bet that the rumor that 'men in black robes don't kill people' is true.

The peripheral members who were forcibly ordered rushed back.

The human wave tactic is indeed useful for magicians.

At least the tent couldn't be saved.

With a crisp crack, the tent full of bullet holes collapsed.

Before it collapsed completely, the ghost tiptoed and stepped on the heads of several people who rushed over first to flip out of the encirclement.

The magician fought and retreated, waving the baton in his hand like a judge's pen, killing whoever he touched.

Curacao, holding a dagger, rushed to the front, dodged the opponent's tip of the stick, and rushed forward.

The blade flashed with cold light and brushed past the tip of his nose.

The ghost took a step back, a look of surprise on his face:

"This guest has good skills."

Curacao did not respond, but with his other hand, he put the five fingers together to make a knife shape and attacked his neck fiercely.

Don’t give the other side a chance to free up their hands to use the baton!

It seemed that she really discovered the flaw.

Ever since she got close to him, the magician had been dodging her attacks and had not taken any action to fight back.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed figure, Kiel was a little confused, but he still rushed over and besieged the ghost with Curacao.

The man who took the time to wave his baton at the small shrimps who gathered around him looked at Kiel and smiled helplessly:

"Wow, are you two so enthusiastic? It's really overwhelming. Bullying a weak magician like me like this..."

The tip of the dagger cut across the cloak, tearing the fine silk a little.

The sound of cloth being cut made the smile on Ghost's face freeze.

He turned his head blankly and looked at it, seeming a little bit unbelievable.

The two people who were besieging him took advantage of his moment of distraction and attacked instantly.

However, the expected scene of capturing the opponent easily did not occur.

The slender baton was like a sharpened dagger, striking Kiel's hand cleanly.

The moment the sound of breaking air appeared, an intense pain hit the brain.

"what!!"

The place that was hit instantly turned red, swollen, and blue.

Kil even suspected that his hand bones were broken by the blow just now.

One person lost his combat effectiveness on the spot.

At the same time, Curacao, who was holding a dagger in his other hand, was easily grabbed by the wrist.

The ghost raised his foot and kicked the opponent's knee cleanly, forcing him to half kneel down.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The magician's hood fell off during the battle, revealing his slightly messy, slightly curly blue-black hair and eyebrows wrapped in gauze.

The other party looked down at me,

Although he couldn't see his eyes, Curacao's heart was beating wildly.

A feeling like she was being bitten by a poisonous snake climbed up her spine to her brain, making her scalp tingle.

"You ruined my clothes."

The magician said calmly.

There were also some peripheral members who were still gasping for breath and rushed over.

The ghost stopped pretending and scattered a handful of transparent beads made of poison, allowing them to experience multiple doses of happiness on the spot.

Only after the last person twitched and fell to the ground did the ghost look back at Curacao, who was still in his hand:

"This dress was made for me by my brother. You have to compensate me."

Curacao: “……?”