Losing control? Klein's heart tightened, and he almost blurted out a question.
Although Dunn and Old Neil often emphasized the dangers of losing control and the probability of it happening, this was the first time he had encountered something like this. For a moment, he was a little panicked, a little confused, a little scared, and a little sad. It was a very complicated feeling.
Every year, a quarter of the incidents we deal with involve Beyonders losing control … And among this quarter, a large portion of them are our teammates … Dunn's words flashed through his mind, causing his reaction to slow down.
On the other hand, Old Neil, who had experienced too many similar incidents, immediately asked,
"Where are the Rampagers? What do you need us to do? "
Klein was taken aback when he heard that. He thought that a slick and lazy "semi-retired person" like Old Neil would find an excuse to reject Swain's request, or extort a large sum of money from him before attempting to help. He did not expect Old Neil to not hesitate at all and immediately enter a state of participation. He did not care about the difference between a Nighthawk and a Mandated Punisher.
Looking at the solemn expression on Old Neil's face, Klein suddenly understood something. Be it the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the members of the Machinery Hivemind, their goal was to prevent Beyonder powers from harming the innocent, and to maintain the peace and stability of Tingen City. If they were to encounter any dangerous or urgent situations, it was their duty to do so!
At this moment, Swein replied curtly,
"Be my support!"
He did not explain why he lost control or where the Rampager was. He quickly walked toward the exit.
This former captain of the Mandated Punishers was clearly an old man who was addicted to alcohol, but Klein realized that he couldn't keep up with him. He had to jog to barely keep up with him.
He turned his head to look at Old Neil and saw that the Mystery Pryer, whose body was showing signs of aging, had also begun to run.
The three of them didn't care about the gazes of the guards along the way. One of them was wearing an old navy uniform, one was wearing a dark classic robe, and the last one was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker. They rushed out of the billiard room and out of the Evil Dragon Bar.
The customers who were drinking and adding oil to their drinks instinctively moved their eyes away from the dogs catching the rats and looked at Klein and the others.
"Is it Boss Swain?"
"Why is he in such a hurry to leave?"
"Did someone go back on their word?"
…
Amidst the hushed discussions, some of the customers turned their attention back to the cage and cheered again, venting the depression they felt during the day. Some of them were more vigilant and felt vaguely uneasy.
Thud thud thud!
Klein and Old Neil followed Swain to the other side of the road and ran into the real dock area.
"That ship." Swain slowed down and pointed at an inland river cargo ship that was docked not far away. "Two Mandated Punishers are dealing with the Rampager up there, preventing him from entering the Tussock River. Help me influence him and control him. Leave the rest to me."
Old Neil took a few deep breaths and said,
"Okay, but, but you need to give me a minute, phew, a minute to recover."
Swein nodded and did not say anything else. He rushed to the cargo ship and joined the battle.
Listening to the sounds of fighting, Old Neil glanced at the slightly nervous Klein, took out a silver piece the size of a baby's palm from a secret pocket at his waist, and handed it over.
"Slumber Charm. The incantation to activate it is the word for Evernight in ancient Hermes. After chanting the incantation, inject your spirituality into it and throw it at the target within three seconds."
"Okay!" Klein reached out to catch it, feeling touched.
The front and back of the charm were engraved with incantations written in Hermes, as well as symbols, corresponding Spirit Numbers, and magic labels. He did not need to activate his Spirit Vision. Just by relying on his spiritual perception, he could sense the obscure, serene, and deep mysterious power.
Old Neil straightened his back and took out the same silver charm from his secret pocket. As he walked to the cargo ship, he joked, "Don't be nervous, relax.
"Don't be nervous. Relax and think about something else. For example, I lent you that amulet. If you use it, remember to make a new one and return it to me. Of course, you can wait until next month, when the material quota is restored, and then do it."
This … As expected of the experienced Old Neil … Klein placed the charm into his left pocket, reached for the revolver in his underarm holster, and adjusted the firing position and trigger.
"I don't think I'm nervous anymore …" With a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, he and Old Neil passed through the gangway and steadily boarded the cargo ship.
The cargo ship had obvious signs of its age. Although it was powered by steam and had an additional chimney, it still retained the masts, sails, and other configurations of the past. Furthermore, it only had a metal shell on the surface. Some parts were made of steel, while others were made of wood.
The sounds of fighting intensified. Just as Klein and Old Neil were looking for an entrance to enter the cabin, they suddenly heard a loud clanging sound.
The side of the cabin, which was made of wood, instantly cracked, and thorns flew everywhere. A figure fell out and hit the side of the ship.
Klein couldn't be bothered to look at the figure's injuries. His gaze was completely focused on the monster that was running towards the crack.
The monster was more than 1.8 meters tall. It was wearing a tattered shirt and trousers. The exposed parts were covered with dark green scales. The gaps between its hands and feet were covered with a membrane that looked like the webbing between the toes of some aquatic animals.
It had a head full of wrinkles, and one could vaguely make out the appearance of a human. Its scales were dripping with mucus.
Sizzle!
The dark green mucus slightly corroded the deck, leaving distinct marks.
Bang! The monster that tried to rush out of the crack was punched from the side by Swain, causing it to move two steps sideways.
Bang! Bang! Swain, with his exaggerated muscles, was obviously not as strong as the monster. Furthermore, his punches and kicks had clearly hit the monster, but they couldn't shatter its scales, making it difficult to cause any substantial damage. For a moment, he was in a sorry state and was on the verge of collapsing.
If not for his amazing balance and the fact that there were other Mandated Punishers following him and firing at him, Klein suspected that the blue-eyed elder would have been beaten to death by the monster.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Swain kept retreating and advancing, like a moth pouncing on fire despite knowing that it was a flame.
However, Klein could sense that he was accumulating something and waiting for something.
Bang!
Swain took a few steps back from the blow and blocked the line of sight of the other Mandated Punisher.
The monster seized the opportunity and immediately rushed towards the crack.
It wanted to escape from the cabin and jump into the Tussock River!
Looking at the wrinkled head covered in mucus, Klein raised his right hand and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The silver demon hunting bullet hit the monster's torso as he had expected, but it only shattered the scales and embedded more than half of it.
The monster immediately let out an ear-piercing shriek. It exerted force with its legs and pounced at Klein like the wind.
The strong smell of fish wafted into his nose as he suddenly crouched down and rolled to the side.
Clang! He felt the body of the ship shake as debris hit his body.
At the same time, he heard an old and deep voice. It was an incantation chanted in ancient Hermes.
"Dark Night!"
Klein rolled twice more. Without bothering to pick up his cane, he hurriedly raised his gun and looked up. He saw Old Neil calmly throw out the charm in his hand, not far from the monster.
The silver sheet was quickly enveloped by dark red flames, emitting a soft explosion.
A deep, tranquil power instantly spread out. The monster that had nearly smashed through the side of the ship swayed, and its movements became sluggish.
At this moment, Swain ran out of the cabin and approached the monster. He twisted his waist and swung his arms, throwing a few punches like a machine gun. All of them landed on the monster's head.
However, all he could do was create a crack and not deal fatal damage. However, Klein could sense that the blue-eyed elder's accumulation was about to reach its peak.
Bang! The monster seemed to recover as it swung its forearm, forcing Swain to take five steps back. Each step left cracks on the deck.
Seeing that the monster was about to turn around and jump off the cargo ship, Klein hurriedly took out the Slumber Charm from his pocket with his left hand.
Right on the heels of that, he skillfully recited a word in ancient Hermes:
"Dark Night!"
Suddenly, Klein felt the silver charm in his palm turn cold, as though it was made of accumulated snowflakes.
Without thinking too much, he injected his spirituality into the charm, pulled his shoulder, and swung his arm at the monster.
At that moment, the fishman-like monster had already jumped into the air.
The dark red flames illuminated the surrounding darkness, and the soft explosion sounded like a hypnotic prelude as it quickly rippled out.
Bang!
The monster fell straight to the dock and curled up into a ball, temporarily entering a half-asleep state.
Klein was about to rush to the side of the ship and shoot at the monster's head when he suddenly saw Swain, who had lost his navy uniform somewhere, rush out and jump down.
He adjusted his posture in midair, and the muscles on his body bulged.
In Klein's spiritual perception, something that had been repressed to the extreme erupted. Swain fell from the sky and smashed into the monster's body. Then, he straightened his back and swung his fist down, striking the monster's head.
Crack!
The monster's head split into pieces. Dark red blood and grayish-white brain tissue splattered all over the ground, accompanied by dark green mucus.
Is this one of the powers of the Folk of Rage? Klein stood beside the shattered ship's railing and muttered to himself.
Old Neil held his left hand, leaned over, and looked down as well.
At that moment, Swain stood up straight and stood there, staring deeply at the monster that had lost its life beneath his feet.
He took out a deflated metal flask from somewhere, opened the lid, and gulped down half of it. Then, he tilted the flask's mouth, aimed it at the monster, and poured the rest of the liquor onto its body.
After doing all this, Swain seemed to have aged, and his back hunched a little.
Old Neil sighed, looked at the scene below, and whispered to Klein, "I know this out-of-control Mandated Punisher.
He's been with Swain for twenty to thirty years. He's once eliminated water ghosts that killed people on shore, and he's captured evil Beyonders who tried to escape by diving into the Tussock River … "
He didn't continue, but Klein could tell what he was implying.
This "Guardian" who had made many contributions and killed many monsters had turned into a monster in the end.
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