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Chapter 165: New Tactics, As Long As They Work
Chapter 165: New Tactics, As Long As They Work
"Kid! Gun!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Just as Lyon was swiftly gathering intelligence with the help of the Black Goat's ability, a blonde-haired guard who had fainted outside the door suddenly drew a nail gun from his waist and fired four shots at Lyon's head, forcefully interrupting his interrogation.
Blonde-haired? Could someone from the Lane Family be part of the rebels?
Relying on the shield of the Holy Spirit pendant, Lyon blocked all four nails and then saw the blonde-haired guard in the distance, who was skillfully replacing his air tank, aiming his gun at himself again. Lyon furrowed his brows, sensing something amiss. He redirected the invisible long nail, which was originally aimed at the guard's head, towards the nail gun in the blonde-haired guard's hand.
"Crack!"
A sharp sound of metal breaking echoed as the blonde-haired guard's newly replaced air tank exploded, and the rapidly expanding compressed air sent him flying backwards, slamming into the wall behind him.
"Damn it!"
Looking at the nail gun in his hand, its air tube now shattered and unusable, the blonde-haired guard cursed under his breath and threw the nail gun towards Lyon, then flipped his eyes and fell to the ground.
At the same time, another guard, hidden from Lyon's line of sight, suddenly stood up and drew a nail gun from his waist, firing four nails at the back of Lyon's head.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Sure enough, the Lane Family member was only being controlled; he wasn't the real body of another rebel. As for the other rebel's ability, it seemed to be a method of forcibly controlling others' actions.
Hearing the sound, Lyon turned around and saw the nails on the ground and the guard still shooting at him from a distance. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
No wonder the mortality rate of the cleaners remained high. When facing various strange and bizarre anomalies, especially those with control abilities, one couldn't afford even the slightest negligence!
If Lyon had been a little less thoughtful just now and had directly killed the blonde-haired guard with the Holy Spirit pendant, he would not only have mistakenly killed an innocent person under control but also, if he had thought the enemy was defeated and retracted his shield to conserve energy, he would have been shot in the head by the black gun from this blind spot!
...
Damn it! This ability is so annoying!
Lyon, standing in the invisible shield, ignored the shooting directed at him and instead observed the situation around him with a furrowed brow. The one controlling the blonde-haired guard couldn't help but grit his teeth.
After emptying all the nails from the guard's gun, he still couldn't break through Lyon's shield. He had no choice but to switch to a new body and continue shooting at Lyon from another blind spot.
Towards the end, as soon as the previous body pressed the trigger, before the nail even left the chamber, he had already switched to a new body, drew his gun, and fired rapidly. The continuous gunshots almost blended into one.
Unfortunately, no matter which position he fired from, even the blind spots that were out of sight, he couldn't break through the invisible 'turtle shell' surrounding the target. Hundreds of nails were blocked, not a single one getting within half a meter of the target.
How could he possibly kill him?
Looking at the 'materials' in the hall that could be 'parasitized', Lyon knocked them down one by one. The remaining people were mostly unarmed. The second rebel helplessly lowered his nail gun.
No wonder Barton and Samantha had fallen to him one after the other. This person's ability was simple and brutal, but it could both attack and defend, and its strength clearly exceeded the range of ordinary firearms.
If it were a sudden assassination, he might have found a way to outsmart him, but in this situation where the opponent was prepared, his ability was completely countered!
Was he giving up?
As the gunshots ceased, Leon glanced at the middle-aged guard in the distance who had voluntarily stopped shooting. With a calm expression, Leon asked, "Tell me, is your true body nearby or not?"
What?!
Here it comes! That dreaded interrogation!
Upon hearing Leon's question, the middle-aged guard was startled and immediately resumed firing his gun. He switched to another body and continued shooting, attempting to drown out his devilish inquiries with the commotion of gunfire.
Unfortunately, this brief delay was all Leon needed to obtain the answer he sought.
"So, your true body is also nearby," Leon said, turning to the other guard behind him and disrupting his nail gun.
After the deafening gunfire, Leon's lips curled slightly, and he continued, "Is your true body in the main hall?"
"Not in the main hall? Then is it in the estate? Or outside the estate?"
"None of those places? Then is it in the core building area? Near the main building? Is it close to the hall but not inside it?"
"If it's near the hall... what does your true body look like? Is it a man? A fat man? A thin man? An old man? A young man?"
The second rebel-controlled person's face grew more terrified with each calm and unhurried question from Leon.
Even though he switched bodies without moving, lying on the ground and feigning unconsciousness, Leon's inquiries only slowed slightly, still echoing steadily and persistently.
The rebel felt as if a ferocious tiger was systematically unwrapping the packages around him. With each question, a layer of his disguise was peeled away, and the protection between him and the tiger's jaws diminished.
At first, he only heard the 'tiger's' voice, but as more and more 'protection' was removed, he gradually felt the powerful pressure of the tiger's claws.
Slowly, he seemed to smell the bloody stench from the tiger's mouth and felt the sharp teeth, covered in flesh, gently scraping against the last layer of protection, as thin as a cicada's wing, on his goosebump-covered neck...
"Outside the hall but very close by, a thin, short young man?" Leon summarized the answers he had obtained and turned to think, revealing a look of understanding.
"You managed to enter the Lane Estate but didn't make it into the main hall... So, your disguised identity must be a servant or attendant, right?"
He recalled that when they first got off the carriage, there was a short attendant responsible for setting up the footstool... Could that be you?"
"..."
He knows! He knows who I am!
Seeing that his true body had been exposed, the rebel, tormented by the tightening noose of pressure, could no longer hold on.
"You devil! You devil!!!"
A trembling, plump woman lying by the door suddenly jumped up, shouting at Leon with a sob, then fell back to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, in Leon's soul's field of vision, a terrified soul, as if chased by something, bolted out of the hall, frantically entering a body, and then sprinted out of the estate!
I'm never coming back! Never again!
(End of Chapter)
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