It’s not the scalpel itself, but so sort of secret technique.
A bit like the ‘Qi-Blood Secret Martial Arts’ from the last instance world.
The other person is a ‘Gunslinger’.
Cloaked in a black leather coat, wearing a matching hat, with a rectangular box on his back, holding two silver revolvers, he elegantly and deftly dodges his opponent’s attacks, simultaneously firing lethal bullets as if performing a deadly waltz.
The last one, judging by the gasps around, should be the ‘Puppeteer’.
A gray-black robe drapes over her body and face, making it impossible for ordinary people to see clearly.
Yet her outstretched hand is fair and slender.
When she just dodged the shrapnel from the grenade explosion, her light hum confird to Jason that she was a woman.
At this mont, her hands are bound with puppet strings, but the puppets controlled are the residents of ‘Nightless City’ district 29. Her ten fingers almost seem to create layered afterimages, the people tied by the puppet strings swiftly wield weapons, or use their bodies as shields to withstand attacks for her.
Under Jason’s watch, this ‘Puppeteer’ is controlling three people, two attacking and one defending, quickly clearing a large area.
They didn’t kill them all.
Instead, the residents of ‘Nightless City’ district 29 around them intentionally dodged.
Clearly, these people didn’t want to beco unwilling ‘puppets’.
However, what Jason cares most about isn’t the ‘Puppeteer’.
It’s the ‘Gunslinger’.
The revolver in his hand carries not a trace of the sll of food.
But the box on his back gives Jason an instinctive sense of danger.
"Could it be so powerful weapon?”
Jason silently thought.
And at this mont in the field, the battle was coming to an end.
Thunk!
With the final ‘outsider’ having their throat slit by the ‘Scalpel’, the first phase of the battle formally ended.
"Hahaha, I turned out to be the last one!”
The ‘Scalpel’ laughed maniacally.
Laughing so hard he doubled over.
The blade in his hand, along with the sleeve stained beyond recognition, dripped with fresh blood.
There were more bloodstains on his body.
When so light flickered, it could be seen that these new bloodstains were sowhat similar to the previous stains on his clothes.
It seed that when the blood dried, it was this color.
The ‘Gunslinger’ pursed his lips, a look of undisguised distaste on his handso face.
He hated the ‘Scalpel’.
In fact, no normal person would like the ‘Scalpel’.
After all, the ‘Scalpel’ is a madman.
As for him being the last to finish the battle?
Actually, strictly speaking, he was the first to finish the battle.
But in the slaughter, he cared about nothing.
Intruding into his and the ‘Puppeteer’s territory, seizing prey.
From the start of the battle, the ‘Scalpel’, ‘Gunslinger’, and ‘Puppeteer’ tacitly positioned themselves around a ‘center point’, forming an irregular triangle.
The three were like water from wells that don’t mix.
Each cleared the ‘intruding’ prey on their own territory.
As for the center point?
It was naturally the entrance of that secret passage.
The ‘Gunslinger’ pressed down his hat, ignoring the still-manically laughing ‘Scalpel’, instead looking at the ‘Puppeteer’, who concealed her entire body, exposing only her hands.
"Heheh,”
Strange laughter emanated from beneath the cloak.
The laughter seed pretentious, yet had an indescribable sharpness.
In any case, it sent chills down one’s spine.
The ‘Gunslinger’ frowned deeply.
If the location of this passageway didn’t lead near district 30, potentially related to it, he would have left already.
Both the ‘Scalpel’ and the ‘Puppeteer’ were notoriously troubleso in district 29.
The forr is a madman.
The latter?
Sapparently also a madman.
Just that most of the ti, it doesn’t show.
But assuredly not at this mont.
The ‘Gunslinger’, looking at the two emitting different laughter, unconsciously gripped his gun handle tightly, frowning.
He prepared to strike first.
His initial plan was to ally with one of them to take down the other.
But from how things appeared now.
This thod was unfeasible.
Can madn form an alliance?
No.
The ‘Gunslinger’ was very sure.
So, when the ‘Scalpel’ and ‘Puppeteer’ launched an attack on him together, he was surprised.
A madman certainly couldn’t ally with a normal person!
But a madman could ally with a madman!
Bam!
Bam bam bam!
Aiming at the two charging puppets, the ‘Gunslinger’ repeatedly pulled the trigger.
The large-caliber revolver shattered the two puppets in an instant.
Without a ans of attack, the ‘Puppeteer’ naturally beca the ‘Gunslinger’s best target, but the charging ‘Scalpel’ forced him to abandon shooting at the ‘Puppeteer’.
Instead, he turned to shoot at the ‘Scalpel’.
"Haha cack cack cack!”
Seeing the ‘Gunslinger’ aiming at him, the ‘Scalpel’ didn’t dodge, crouched forward, dashing rapidly.
The ‘Scalpel’s crouching body was almost parallel to the ground, the frequency of his legs moving so fast it reached an extre, escaping normal sight, making it appear to a common person as if the ‘Scalpel’ was sliding on the ground.
Moreover, he darted left and right.
Ordinary vision simply couldn’t capture him.
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