In this blinding mont, he quickly moved his body and rushed in front of the other, while the flash also illuminated the opponent's appearance.
Black short hair, a face with a mask, wearing an ordinary gray t-shirt, if it wasn't for the gun in his hand, everyone would think he was just one of the tourists out for a stroll tonight.
The clown man approached quickly, almost within 2 seconds. The man in the gray t-shirt wasn't slow either; as the clown approached, he did a side roll and blindly fired two shots, one hitting the clown's shoulder and the other missing.
After the bullets were fired, the handgun slipped from his grasp, and the two quickly engaged in close combat.
If the style of the man in the gray T-shirt was neat and quick, like a soldier, then the clown's fighting style was frenzied, almost without technique and relying solely on speed and his sharp fingertip claws to overpower.
After a few moves, the man in the gray T-shirt incurred several injuries, his clothes torn, revealing the specially made gray vest underneath.
Normally, such fighting and sudden incidents would have already been recorded by nearby surveillance and automatically reported to the authorities, but tonight the alley was exceptionally desolate and quiet.
Then, a sound full of sparks and electric current exploded in the alley, and the previously warring parties separated.
The man in the gray T-shirt, who was originally empty-handed, now held a long, recurve-type light saber, which flowed with dazzling silvery-grey sparks and particles, illuminating the alley.
Unlike the explosive impulse-type light saber, the recurve-type could continuously recycle Magic Power and high-energy particles for use, significantly reducing consumption and allowing for prolonged combat, although it was slightly less powerful.
After repelling his opponent with the drawn light saber, the man in the gray T-shirt steadied himself slightly, and the light saber in his hand stabilized further, its particles spinning faster, producing a soft humming vibration.
"Although I'm not surprised that soone is trying to kill , can you tell who you are?" The clown stood in place and made a formal bow.
"You don't need to know."
In response, the man in the gray T-shirt stared intently at the other, his eyes as gray and weathered as the T-shirt he was wearing.
'The surrounding area's surveillance has been controlled, and transmission of disguised data has begun. The Riot Control Units that arrived earlier have also been electronically deceived. You have five more minutes to eliminate the target.'
"I know." His body slightly lowered, and then he charged again.
As his body twisted in mid-air, he swung down the light saber. Seeing the opponent approach, the clown pretended to scream, throwing two unconscious hostages out.
However, just when he thought the hostages would be burnt and sliced by the light saber, the opponent suddenly withdrew the blade, caught them, and tossed them behind.
"I'm becoming more certain of which organization you're from." Observing this, the clown chuckled twice.
"Who would have thought that I would be wanted by the infamous 'Falling Silver Star'; this is truly an honor."
'Falling Silver Star' is a special organization on the Ai Jieka Network, whose mbers keep each other's identities secret. Its purpose in today's age is extrely rare, that is, to hunt down those who commit heinous cris but are difficult for the Federation Officials to handle.
So say it is an outer organization of the Court of Judgnt, but officials have never confird this, nor has evidence been found to prove an inevitable link.
Compared to the chilling deterrent effect of the Court of Judgnt, 'Falling Silver Star' is much more righteous, even excessively so; they do not seek profit and protect ordinary people involved in the process, and all their actions seem to uphold so kind of pure justice and kindness.
"T-143 (Clown), over the span of 6 years, you've traversed through 17 Star Domains, using gullible young people as experintal subjects, tricking them into drinking potions of Magic Power extracted from the depths of the Aijieka Sea." The man in the gray T-shirt listed the other's cris one by one.
"This type of high-activity Magic Potion has hard 1031 young people, with 513 dying from Magic Power outburst leading to core dissolution, 374 having their mind permanently damaged after undergoing removal of Transcendent Core treatnt, 84 mutating due to ntal derangent and uncontrolled Magic Power causing harm to another 187 people, and the remaining 42 barely maintaining self-consciousness, requiring life-long mood stabilizers."
As he spoke, his other hand drew out a pack of photos from his pocket and scattered them; these photos were taken at various scenes, showing young people of diverse appearances. So lay backwards in pools of blood, so with bone spurs and crazed eyes, so bodies ripped in half crawling on the ground, so with vacant eyes being wheeled to ergency rooms covered in white blankets, others digging their hands into their bodies, pulling out their organs with a dumb smile on their faces.
"Oh, you really are my loyal fan, rembering the data so clearly. I'm so happy, so honored, hahaha!" The clown laughed out loud.
"However, you seem to have deliberately omitted so parts. According to your data, there should be 18 who made it through alive, maybe even going further in the future, I think they would surely thank , for giving them such an opportunity."
"The remaining 18 did stabilize their ntal state and Transcendent Core afterwards, but their personalities all gradually beca twisted and weird, the social harm caused thereafter even surpassed those who lost control."
"According to the analysis of High-level AI, you must have taken the potion yourself to have beco so abnormal ntally." The man gripped the handle of the sword tighter.
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