latelenovela Chapter 190 Underground Auction (Part 6)
Chapter 190 Underground Auction (Part 6)
The sounds of gunfire, roars, and screams had already drowned out the entire auction venue. In order to facilitate the action, Gin asked several members of the Black Organization to act separately.
However, Vermouth wanted to protect herself and didn't want to get involved in the melee, so she hid aside. Vodka hid behind the table that was kicked over by the mercenary and fired back, his hat almost being blown off by a stray bullet.
The mercenary stood not far away, holding a stool in one hand and a gun in the other. He would knock down anyone who dared to get close to him with the stool, and would shoot down anyone who tried to shoot from a distance.
Toru Amuro quietly walked to the box and saw the perfumer pushing the sculptor's wheelchair and running away. The composer and painter were not with them.
"Why are there only two? Where are the other two?" Amuro Toru quickly contacted Kazami Yuya. "Hurry and have the police guard all exits of the hotel!"
The sniper duo waiting outside noticed the approach of the police. Chianti immediately called Gin: "Hey, Gin, the police are here. They probably discovered this underground auction house. We..."
Before he could finish his words, the phone in Chianti's hand was suddenly snatched away and then crushed into a ball of scrap metal.
"Ms. Butterfly, the call is over." Jack (Tuber Jasmine) casually threw the scrap metal from his hand. There was still blood on his finger blades. Colen was knocked down by Jack's blow and lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.
Chianti was shocked and raised his sniper rifle to look at the man in front of him. The man's face was covered by the brim of a hat and a metal mask. His whole body was decorated with flowers and exuded a floral fragrance.
What Chianti couldn't tolerate was that the man's clothes actually exposed his chest. He looked like he had just walked out of a nightclub. After all, what killer would go out to work in pajamas?
"Who are you?" Chianti fired a shot while speaking, but Jack's figure slowly disappeared in front of her.
"I am a flower that blooms only at night, tuberose. Good night and sweet dreams, ma'am." Jack's voice was a little lazy. He released the Mist Hide and stabbed the finger blade into Chianti's abdomen.
Then Chianti followed in Colón's footsteps and collapsed to the ground.
"How pitiful! If the bleeding is not stopped quickly, he will die soon." Jack said regretfully.
In order to prevent the Black Organization from replacing some powerful members, everyone had already discussed and decided to let these two generals stay in the sniper position.
[Jack: Seriously, if I had twisted the blade just a little harder, this lady would have snapped in two.]
[Photographer: Stop thinking about that and stop the bleeding.]
[Novelist: While it's possible to kill them, it's better to keep these two than to deal with all those messy new members.]
Jack had no choice but to sprinkle hemostatic agent on the two men to ensure that they would still be alive when they were discovered by their own people. He then threw the tuberose petals that he had prepared long ago on the ground and left the scene.
"Alas, I now have to spend time dealing with the police who might approach here. It's really busy."
[Jack: After I finish dealing with those police officers, can I still rush over to watch the show?]
[Sculptor: We should be getting started soon, so just stay outside and set up the scene.]
[Painter: Anyway, it will be the same when we watch the video replay.]
The chaotic battle in the venue was raging, with mercenary stools dancing with such ferocity that the underground organizations dared not even approach. Vodka, relying on a surviving strategy of ducking and firing, had managed to hold out for now. Gin, with his 800-meter-long, menacing aura, directly dominated a group of minions. Vermouth, lurking in the shadows, dealt with those who had been knocked unconscious.
Amuro Toru followed the perfumer and the sculptor. After observing for a while and not finding anyone else, he finally appeared and pointed his gun at the two of them: "Stop."
The perfumer turned around in surprise, and then the surprise on his face turned into disgust: "It seems that the fish is not hooked."
The sculptor didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter. Although Uriel's escaped followers didn't come, isn't this also a gain?"
Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. The woman in the wheelchair in front of him was probably a supervisor, which meant that conventional means such as guns might not work on her.
Damn it! Amuro Toru cursed inwardly. He had been careless in thinking that the other person wasn't a big threat just because he was in a wheelchair.
"Let me think, where have I seen this person before?" The sculptor seemed to be really thinking seriously and tapped the wheelchair with the scissors in his hand.
"Ha, you've been to the Library of Azoth, right? You were with those alchemists that day. Those weaklings didn't kill all the witnesses! It's a shame my statue didn't grind you into a pulp."
A drop of cold sweat ran down Amuro Toru's forehead. Compared to the one in front of him, those alchemists were easier to talk to. Now he could only find a way to escape from this predicament.
The sculptor was still muttering to himself, "There are so few people in your organization who are worth my attention. Last time, I made a sculpture of that guy named Ireland for Mr. Melody to see, but Mr. Melody didn't even say a word of praise. What a terrible work!"
Amuro Toru was shocked. Ireland was actually killed by this woman in front of him, and even made into a statue after his death? Although he was an undercover agent, this way of death was too tragic. He was deeply shocked.
"As expected, only mature women can be my 'muse', none of you can, hahaha..." The sculptor raised the scissors and knocked hard on the sewing machine placed on the wheelchair.
[Perfumer: Doesn't this make us seem perverted?]
[Composer: You should say that to Jack.]
[Mechanic: Hmm, now that I think about it, there are a bunch of crazy artists gathered here at DM.]
[Prisoner: Human sculpture, blood painting, Ripper, all the elements are complete.]
[Painter: Tsk.]
At this moment, Toru Amuro was thinking frantically: she is petite and needs to sit in a wheelchair to move around, which means that even if she is immune to the damage of guns and ammunition, her mobility will still be very poor, so the one to be wary of is the perfumer.
After thinking of a countermeasure, Toru Amuro immediately shot the perfumer behind the sculptor.
The perfumer walked gracefully, gently spraying perfume around. "That's all I can do. Let me tell you, even if I were shot, I wouldn't... Hey! Miss Galatea, he's gone!"
The perfumer never expected that Toru Amuro would just feint and run away. It seemed that he was planning to wait for the police force to arrive and rely on the advantage in numbers to avoid accidents.
The perfumer stamped his feet in anger. "Damn it! He just left like that! I was planning on putting on an elegant fight, letting him know that I'm the one pulling all the strings. After all, I've acted out my defenses in the box so many times before, and it really pissed me off!"
The painter and composer walked out of the box after watching Amuro Toru running away through the crack in the box door. The painter smiled and said, "Okay, Vera, don't be angry. There will be a wonderful performance in the hall later anyway."