Franca also looked at No. 126 Market Avenue and said, "Neither the Black Scorpion Roger, the Bald-headed Harman, nor the Short-legged Candlestick Castina have ever come out."
"Very cautious." Lumian commented objectively. Franca sneered, "If I were so cautious, and could turn the situation around and win as long as I could hold on until tomorrow night, how desperate would I be to run outside? Even if someone tied up Gardner and chopped off his hands and feet at the door, I wouldn't come out." This example is not convincing... Lumian asked back, "What if it was Jannah instead of Gardner who was tied up?"
"..." Franca fell silent.
Lumian had digested a little more of the Provocateur potion and was almost done, so he didn't continue the topic and asked, "What else did you observe?"
"Black Scorpion" Roger and others, he and Franka do not have a specific plan yet, only a few vague ideas, and are currently in the stage of preliminary investigation and preparation.
Franca thought for a few seconds and said, "There is a member of the Sting Gang who travels back and forth between the Election Commission and here from time to time, as if to inform Black Scorpion Roger of the real-time vote count." She paused and curled her lips, "This can be used." At the same time, Lumian laughed, "Isn't this just like a sleepy head meeting a pillow
"Caring about politics is indeed a very dangerous thing." Franca turned her head and glanced at Lumian with a smile: "Your sister taught you a lot of hometown idioms.
"What are you going to do?" Lumian was silent for two seconds and said, "If I were an 'actor', the problem would be simple, but at least I still have that pair of glasses." Franka nodded with satisfaction: "This operation is both a raid and an assassination. The importance of assassination should be placed above the raid. Only in this way can we avoid the home advantage of the sorcerer to the greatest extent." After a brief discussion, the two moved to a shadow farther away from No. 126 Market Avenue but close to the district's Congressional Election Committee, and waited patiently.
Today's voting has come to an end. The staff of the Election Commission are working overtime to count the ballots and issue real-time results. Countless reporters from newspapers are waiting there, hoping to get first-hand data.
If the situation is better than expected, Hugues Artois will be able to get more than half of the votes of registered voters tonight and declare himself the winner.
Time passed by, and the night grew darker. Suddenly, Franca patted Lumian, pointed at a figure walking quickly away from the election committee, and said, "That's the Sting Gang member." The figure was about thirty years old, with black hair and brown eyes, and a long face. He wore a blue and white striped shirt, a light brown jacket, and a thick gold necklace.
Lumian nodded slightly, left his hiding place, and walked towards the man in a hurry. He pulled his dark cap down low, covering his distinctive blond hair with black undertones.
The Stinger saw someone coming towards him and changed his route cautiously. At this time, Lumian took a step sideways and stood in front of him, smiling and saying hello: "Long time no see, how are you doing in the Stinger?" The man was stunned for a moment, and with the help of the light from the gas street lamp, he observed Lumian's face.
Lumian seized this opportunity, moved closer, put his right hand on the other's neck, and pulled him into his arms.
At the same time, Lumian pushed his left hand, which was holding the metal vial, in front of the target's nose.
He had already unscrewed the lid, but he kept pressing the bottle mouth with his fingers to slow down the leakage of the gas inside.
The Sting Gang member struggled frantically, but his mouth and nose were covered by Lumian's hands, so he couldn't make any sound. His punches and kicks were either easily deflected or his neck was held down, his back was suppressed by elbows, and his head was buried in the opponent's hands and leaned against his chest. It was difficult to hit the enemy's vital points in a hurry, so Lumian had to bear it all.
After a few seconds, the man's struggle began to weaken. A few passers-by looked at him with emotion for a few seconds, then walked away without noticing anything unusual.
A few seconds later, the man in Lumian's arms completely lost consciousness.
The "drunk" companion blocked the bottle mouth with his finger again. When they reached the deserted alley separated by the barricade, Lumian threw the target to the ground and screwed the cap on the metal bottle.
"You're so reckless." Franca walked out from the shadows nearby.
"It's only possible in Trier. If it were anywhere else, people would have raised questions loudly."
“I would only do this in Trier.” Lumian squatted down, stripped off the Sting Gang member’s clothes and necklace, and tied his hands and feet behind his back with the rope he carried with him.
After doing this, he fed the other party a little
"Truth serum", and then used mystical smelling salts to wake him up. The sound of sneezing rang out three times, and the Sting Gang member opened his eyes and blurted out in horror: "Who are you? What are you doing?" Lumian took off his baseball cap, squatted in front of the target, and asked with a smile: "Don't you recognize who I am?" With the help of the crimson moonlight, the Sting Gang member saw the blond and black hair and a familiar face.
His teeth chattered suddenly: "Xia, Xiaer."
"I have something to ask you. If you don't answer or lie to me, you know what the consequences will be." Lumian said with a smile.
His reputation as cold, cruel, and crazy was well known within the Sting Gang. The man was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you." Lumian asked without changing his expression, "Where were you going just now?"
"Go to the old man's house and report to him about the election results. Mr. Hugh Artois has already received nearly half of the votes, just a little bit short..." The man not only answered Lumian's question, but also said a lot of extra things.
Lumian nodded in satisfaction and asked in detail about the Stinger's previous
Details of the report by "Black Scorpion" Roger. This includes his attitude towards servants,
After carefully memorizing the name of "Black Scorpion" Roger, the position he stood in, the tone of his voice, etc., Lumian once again used the drug to knock the Stinger member unconscious.
Then, he changed into the other person's clothes and took out
He put on the "secret glasses" and put them on his nose. This time, he still saw the underground with many rats, insects and snakes, but there was also a gloomy and dark burnt building and a vague face behind a glass window of the house.
The face had a pair of unusually empty eyes. Lumian's mind was briefly confused, and he frowned and took off his
"Peeping Glasses" took out a bunch of cosmetics. With the help of the crimson moonlight and the small torch in Franka's hand, he used the makeup mirror carried by his companion to apply various things on his face.
After about ten minutes, his face became elongated and gradually took on the appearance of the Sting Gang member.
His makeup skills are not enough to restore the other person's appearance, but
The inherent effect of the "secret glasses" will make everyone who sees the face believe that he is the guy named Alsay.
Snap! Lumian closed the makeup mirror, not daring to look at herself again. While Franca was taking back her belongings, she asked Lumian to turn around and face away from her.
She was afraid that she would mistake her companions for members of the Sting Gang, which would affect the subsequent cooperation. After examining Lumian's hair color, she took out the disguise props obtained from Rentas: "Hair color and child color are the biggest loopholes. First, use this thing to dye all your hair black, and then wear this pair of brown contact lenses.
"Damn, everything is possible in the field of mysticism. With the technology of this era, an 'actor' can actually create a 'beautiful child'. Although the nature of the materials is different and it does not have the effect of changing vision, it can indeed be used to disguise childishness. Otherwise, Rentas could not disguise Ev, nor could he disguise you. This is unscientific, but very mystical." Lumian ignored the rest of Franca's nonsense and took the mystical hair dye that could be washed off with a special agent.
Under his guidance, he changed his blond and black hair back to pure black. After he put on his brown contact lenses, Franca took the time to discuss the details of the next raid with him.
The two of them quickly came up with a general idea, but did not make further refinements. First, there was not enough time, and second, there might be many unexpected situations on the scene, and they could not list them all. They could only act on their own accord while keeping the general direction and main ideas unchanged.
At this time, Franca took out a coin bag. It was a fist-sized gray-white cloth bag filled with gold, silver, or copper coins.
Franka reached into her purse, fumbled for a few seconds, and took out an iron ring with a thick band and covered with tiny spikes on the surface.
"This is one of my magical items, the 'Ring of Punishment'." She introduced it to Lumian, "It has only one function, which is to pierce the target's spirit within five meters, causing him great pain and making him temporarily lose the consciousness of resistance. In the low and medium sequences, there are very few extraordinary abilities that can ignore other defenses and directly attack spirits. This is one of them." Franka paused and said, "Wearing it for a long time will make you irritable, bloodthirsty, cruel and impulsive. Using it more than three times within an hour will cause your personality to become alienated. If you don't wear it, once you enter the five-meter range of it, you will suffer indiscriminate mental piercing damage. The way to seal it is to put it in a pile of metal coins that have useable value." Franka is currently wearing it, so neither she nor Lumian were attacked.
She then handed over