"… In the name of the omniscient and omnipotent, the great Buggy … I, the apostle of the great omniscient and omnipotent, can save him!"
It was solemn, sacred, and seemed to have a little mysterious aura.
Night, street lights, chaos, everyone's eyes gathered, and they held their breaths.
The woman looked at her husband with grief.
At this moment, wearing the carnival mask, he seemed to have become a ferryman of souls, giving people an indelible impression … probably.
However.
"Isn't this the guy who made trouble just now? Don't make trouble!! "
"Get out of here!!"
A group of people surged forward and directly pushed the carnival masked man out. Then, they continued to talk about it. In this case, unless a miracle happened, the man who was shot would probably only be able to return to the arms of God.
"I tell you, you will be punished by the omniscient and omnipotent Buggy … Oh, don't hit, don't hit!! Don't hit my face … Who touched my dick!!! Oh … "
Buggy climbed out of the crowd awkwardly. He covered the carnival mask on his face with one hand and hurriedly climbed to the front of the lady who was holding her husband. He quickly said, "Listen, madam! Your husband won't live long. You should know this in your heart. Why don't you let me try at this time? What if I can save him? If you don't allow it, then you will become the murderer of your husband! "
"Kill this fraud!"
"Wait …" The lady hesitated for a moment, then quickly wiped the tears in her eyes and grabbed Buggy's arm hard. "You … can you really save him?"
Buggy wanted to nod, but suddenly remembered Miss Maid's explanation about the prop ability he got. He glanced at the jewelry on the lady and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He lowered his voice and said, "I think I can at least give you some time to make a will for your husband."
The lady was stunned.
At this time, someone began to pull Buggy up, and then several people held him at the same time. It seemed that they were going to hand him over to the police. The police were fighting with a man with a gun in this traffic jam and had no time to care about the situation here.
"Please … please wait a minute, I want him to try." The lady suddenly said at this time.
"Madam, you're really desperate!" Someone shook his head. "Who knows what he'll do? It is possible that he will lead to your husband's death sooner. "
Even though the man who was shot didn't seem to have much longer to live.
"This is my husband. I have the right …" The lady took a deep breath and looked at Bucky. "But if you lie to me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Buggy struggled a few times, and those who were holding him let go of him. Bucky straightened his fake Zegna suit, then put his hands on his chest and said seriously, "Madam, I think your husband will be happy with your decision."
The lady got up from the ground, grabbed Buggy's shoulders, pulled him in front of her, and said in a low voice, "Can you really give him time to make a will?"
"…"
…
Buggy decided to end the battle quickly. Without saying a word, he asked people to move the man who had been shot to the side.
Several unwilling men worked together to lift the man who had been shot. Looking at the blood flowing out of his chest, they were frightened.
At this time, Buggy didn't have time to do a lot of 'rituals' and 'spells' to improve his professionalism.
He took out the small bottle given to him by the servant girl, opened it, and quietly hid it in his collar. Then he pressed his hands directly on the man's chest.
In the night, it was easy to see that Buggy's hands were slightly emitting a milky white light. Gradually, it spread across the chest of the man who had been shot.
These glimmers were intermittent, appearing and disappearing, and then quickly appearing again. Some people with sharp eyes saw that the back of Buggy's neck and the end of his hair were wet.
The lady stared at her husband and then covered her mouth in disbelief.
That was because the man's complexion was gradually improving. His eyelids began to move slightly, and then he slowly opened his mouth … He was a little weak, but he did speak, "Is this … heaven …"
Finally, Buggy released his hands and slowly stood up. Because he was wearing a carnival mask, no one could see that Buggy's lips were trembling at this moment.
This blessing spell could only slightly stimulate people's potential. To put it bluntly, it accelerated the metabolism of the human body, giving people a feeling of health and spirit.
Buggy didn't know how many times he had used it back and forth. Anyway, he had already drunk a bottle of spirit recovery potion according to the servant girl's instructions. At this moment, he had a splitting headache, and his eyelids were heavy. He really wanted to sleep like this — it would be best if he could sleep on a pair of big breasts.
The man who had been shot also slowly stood up at this time. Under everyone's incredible gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the place where he had been shot.
Except for the blood on the skin, there was no wound there. "I … I'm not dreaming, right? Miracle … "
"This … may be a trick! These people … may be in cahoots! "A questioning voice came from the crowd.
Buggy put his hands on his chest and said indifferently, "I am the omniscient and omnipotent, the apostle of the great Buggy who walks on earth …"
His legs suddenly left the ground and floated up, then he disappeared from the sky in an instant …
The questioning voice was instantly drowned in the screams. Everyone looked up at the night sky blankly, but they didn't notice that a trace of fanaticism flashed in the eyes of the man who had been shot.
He muttered to himself, "The great omniscient and omnipotent, the great omniscient and omnipotent, the great omniscient and omnipotent, the great …"
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…
Wah —!!!
High in the sky, a frightened scream sounded, and then a figure fell from the sky, landing on the rooftop of a building directly opposite the theater.
Doing this kind of free fall and directly hitting the rooftop, ordinary people would probably die instantly. But obviously, this person didn't — his body stopped at the moment when he was about to hit the floor of the rooftop.
He stopped abruptly when he was less than ten centimeters away from the ground, and then he fell to the ground again.
Buggy hurriedly got up at this time and took off the carnival mask, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.
"You Ye, Miss! Did you see that? I did it! I brought that man back to life! Really, I really saved her life! "
"Well done," Miss. Maid responded indifferently.
Buggy chuckled and then asked in confusion, "But why did you take me away so quickly? I think I can continue to perform. I will definitely make those who doubt me suffer!"
"I have my plans." You Ye shook her head, "And, although that man is alive now, he is still in danger. Because you only accelerated the healing of his wounds, but the bullet still remains in his body. "
Buggy thought for a while, "But he should have died, but I gave him time …"
You Ye took out the emerald green … olive mitre, "So you were lucky enough to get the initial source of faith. People were saved in the despair of dying. After the thought was compressed for a moment, it sublimated into a fanatical worship of you … What a lucky guy. "
How should I put it?
Although it was a bit of a fluke, the final result was that it was much better than what he had expected.
Miss. Maid of the club looked at Buggy and then walked into the night, "Find a place to rest by yourself. That's all for today."
"Huh? What should we do next? "
"Do nothing … Wait."
Mademoiselle Servant-Girl left without a sound. Buggy took a deep breath, then approached the railing of the rooftop and gradually calmed down. At the same time, he looked at the chaotic street below … Maybe he should wait until the scene was evacuated before leaving.
At this time, he suddenly thought of something and quickly ran to the only iron door that led downstairs.
"Locked, locked???" How do I go down … "
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…
On the moving stretcher bed, Caroline's eyelids moved and then slowly opened. She took a deep breath, sat up abruptly, and then breathed heavily. At the same time, she touched her neck in a panic.
Her neck was red, and there was a very conspicuous bruise.
Caroline looked around. There were several injured people around her. Some seemed to have sprained, while others were lying flat and playing with their mobile phones.
Many police cars appeared around. The originally congested street had been cleared a lot. Several police cars were parked nearby, and the red and blue rotating lights flashed back and forth.
Suddenly, a police officer walked to Caroline, squatted down and asked, "Miss, you're awake? Are you okay? Are you conscious? "
Caroline shook her head and nodded again. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when she remembered that she was involved in the Livia murder case, she swallowed her words back.
"Miss, who is the murderer who attacked you? What's your relationship? Why did he want to kill you? "The police officer stared at Caroline and asked.
"That person?" Caroline looked nervous.
The police officer shook his head and said, "He escaped during the shootout."
"My … my head hurts. Can … can you get me a doctor?" Caroline hugged her head with a painful expression.
The police officer had to say, "Miss, wait, I'll be right there."
Seeing the police officer walk away, Caroline quickly got up. The police officer also looked back frequently. When he saw Caroline's actions, he quickly stopped her. However, Caroline picked up the stretcher on the ground and threw it at him. Taking advantage of this time, she quickly rushed into a nearby alley.
When the police officer caught up, she was already gone.
"Calling, calling, there's a suspicious woman in her twenties wearing a light blue coat, about 1.75 meters tall, from the Fourth Avenue …"
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Eleven o 'clock in the evening.
A lot of people gathered in a small bar rebuilt from a basement. At this time, there were still people coming one after another.
Now, two more men were here. Their car was parked far away, but the two did not get out of the car immediately.
"Boss Boston, Johnny has successfully escaped, but he was shot in the shoulder. Do you think we should …" A man looked at Boston who was sitting in the driver's seat and asked.
These two were none other than the Boss Boston who had captured Caroline and Arnold.
"He can't even take care of a woman, and he even ate a bullet!" Boss Boston's tone was unfriendly. "This Johnny is really getting worse and worse! However, since he has left, let's not bother about him first. Business is more important! Get out of the car … It should be starting soon. When we go in later, be alert and don't cause trouble. There are some ruthless people inside! "
The underling nodded and then asked puzzledly, "Boss, who are we going to meet? Why are we so nervous?"
Boston shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it should be a very powerful guy. I just saw Djoshi Asan's car. Even he is here. "
"Djoshi Asan! His territory has two streets. Even such a fierce person is here? "The underling was secretly shocked.
People like Djoshi Asan were already big shots that they looked up to. Boss Boston, who he followed, was at best a small group of a few guys, doing some work here and there. He did not even have a fixed territory. Of course, there were many gangs like them in this city.
Boss Boston pushed the door open, and many eyes in the bar gathered on him at the same time. Boston saw some familiar faces, but there were also many faces that he needed to look up to.
He quickly walked in with his men and walked towards a corner of the tavern. A man with a scar on his forehead was sitting there, and behind him stood two strong guys — the only guys that Boston had a relationship with.
Boson also came here because he received the invitation from this guy.
"Has it started, Boss Lancey?" Boston sat down and asked quickly.
"Why are you here?" Lancey frowned.
Boston shrugged and was about to speak when Lancey suddenly made a gesture to be silent. "Shh, the main character is here."
Boston quickly looked in the direction Lancey was looking at.
A woman wearing sunglasses, with her blonde hair tied up and wearing a black western dress came out of the bar's inner hall. Behind the woman were four tall and strong men.
The woman looked around and said, "I'm sorry, I just participated in a rather important banquet. I've kept everyone waiting."
The woman had just finished speaking when a bald man with a cigar in his mouth raised his hand and said, "Who are you? Why did you call us here? "
The woman said indifferently, "Are you satisfied with the five hundred thousand dollars that came with the invitation?"
The bald man sneered, "If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't have come here, and I wouldn't have had the patience to wait for you here for so long … However, if you don't make your purpose clear, I'm sorry, but I won't take out the five hundred thousand dollars."
"That was a greeting gift for all of you. Of course, I'm happy that you accepted it." The woman smiled faintly, and then suddenly clapped her hands.
Everyone suddenly became nervous, and the men behind the bosses quickly took out their guns.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just showing you something." The woman waved her hand.
One of the men behind her carried a black box to the front of the crowd. He put the box in front of the counter and opened it.
"I hope you can become my partners and sell these things well." The woman in sunglasses stood with her hands behind her back and looked at the crowd again.
"What's this?" A slightly plump middle-aged man stood up, walked to the counter, and picked up the bags of coarse salt-like things in the box. He suddenly frowned, "This is … bath salts?"
"It's a newly developed product." The blonde woman in sunglasses clapped her hands again.
Two of the men she brought quickly walked back inside, and then walked in with a dispirited guy.
This dispirited guy was obviously a guy with a heavy drug addiction. At this time, his expression was sluggish. After the two strong men threw him to the ground, this guy was still smiling foolishly.
The blonde woman gave another order, and one of the men picked up the "goods" in the black box, took out a little, and fed it to the addict.
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