"The Eye of Truth!"
As the spirit of the whole body quickly merged into the eyes, even the vision was improved at this moment. In the direction where Dad and the stranger with magic eyes disappeared, two piles of familiar light spots loomed in the distance.
Although it was very reluctant, he finally found the location of these two people.
The Eye of Reality, the most unexpected ability of Jenkins' soul after he came to this world, has not changed significantly after two upgrades. But the improvement of the spirit's observation ability is enough for Jenkins to look for the location of the strong aura from a very far distance through the wall.
Of course, this method is extremely exhausting and puts a heavy burden on the eyes. If you want to monitor the urban area on a daily basis, you are not far from becoming blind.
Jenkins, head bowed by his hat, walked down Fifth Queens Road against a brick wall in the smoke. Passing by the man with the suitcase, in order to save the soul, he will only confirm the location of the father every three minutes. Just like this, walking through the foggy city, when he walked to the top of the Joel Bridge across the Westminster River, pretending to look at the bustling coolies and workers on both sides of the river, the old man and the man stopped moving .
Tightening his collar tightly to cover his face, Jenkins held his hat with his right hand to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, while sticking his head out from the bridge, and saw the old man standing with the man on the beach of the Westminster River I don't know what to say.
"It was discovered so soon?"
Without thinking too much, Jenkins quickly ran down the bridge, bypassed the bridge pillars and came to the rocky beach on the other side of the river beach. Gunshots had already rang out.
He jerked back, then stepped forward again. Uncle had unfurled the shield of golden pages, and Jenkins had drawn his gun and pulled the trigger, but the bullet was still in the air.
Without asking why Jenkins was here, the old man looked warily at the half-opened man with his hands in his pockets, and shouted loudly:
"Ordinary bullets don't work, I've confirmed that he is from the Magic Eye Collection Association. That eye is B-05-4-1072, the low-speed eye of the sprint champion, within the range of his vision , most objects cannot move faster than the owner of the eye."
Jenkins understood the words "normal bullets" and "mostly", and immediately thought of his own special bullets. But the tall man kicked the stones under his feet fiercely, and there was a bang, like a steam bomb exploding, and the crackling stones flew towards the two of them.
With a sudden pounce, Jenkins jumped behind his father, and his father supported him with both hands, blocking the stone as well.
"Hmph, old thing."
The spiritual light in the magic eye became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, several light spots in front of the man's eyes also began to shine brightly.
"Mist!"
He said softly, and as the sound disappeared, the fog concentration on the river bank instantly increased. After a few seconds, Jenkins and Pop were completely out of sight of the man.
They stood back to back, pointing the pistols with replaced bullets/magazines forward.
"Be careful, his level will not be lower than level four."
The old man warned in a low voice, and suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun to the left. There was a bang, and gunpowder smoke came out of the muzzle, but no follow-up feedback was heard.
"This kind of bullet/bullet doesn't work either... Do you have the sanctified bullet/bullet with you?"
"without… "
Before he finished speaking, there was a buzzing sound from the left, like a group of seals flying over. Jenkins shot again, unexpectedly flying out of the mist was a group of blood-dripping eyeballs like flies, and the waving wings were the cluster of nerves behind the eyeballs.
Jenkins, who was stared at by these eyeballs, felt a little uncomfortable. From the reflection of the eye closest to him, he saw some weird hallucinations. Eyeballs flew towards the two, and Jenkins fired bullets several times, but only hit five eyes. The broken eyeball fell onto the rocky beach in one fell swoop, the sharp stones broke through the fragile structure, and the turbid and viscous liquid flowed out from it.
First there was the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground, followed by the whispers of the old man in his ear, and the muzzle of the pistol directly sprayed out dragon-like flames. This was comparable to the firepower of a flamethrower, and quickly burned the group of eyeballs to death, and there was a foul smell in the misty air.
"Is this also Dad's ability?"
Jenkins guessed that even if the bullets were processed by the ritual, only bullets could be stimulated.
The flames were still spraying, and Jenkins was startled for unknown reasons, turned his gun and shot towards the side of the two.
Boom~
The sub/play worked, and a surprised voice came from the fog:
"What bullet/bullet is that?"
It was not stopped by the magic eye, but hit the man who was approaching with a dagger. He turned around suddenly and covered his injured left arm. The shadow spread from the soles of his feet but disappeared into the thick fog again.
"I just said: no more, it's all in my magazine."
Jenkins held the gun with one hand and pulled the trigger continuously under the huge recoil force, while the other hand reached for the spare magazine in his pocket.
"Get ready, I hear voices."
The father whispered his blessing, and the flames from the muzzle of the gun finally dissipated, but the next wave of enemies did not arrive as expected.
White thick fog covered the entire river beach, and in the depths of the thick fog, a shadow loomed. The two men, back to back, constantly paced and rotated to adjust their direction, their sharp eyes fixed on the direction they were facing.
"As long as he dares to get close, I will give him some knowledge and see if his head will explode!"
Jenkins has already made plans, because only this ability is invisible, and there is no fear of being discovered.
But the flame of the old man seemed to attract the hermit of fate to suddenly look at Jenkins, this time it was not his turn to do it. There was the sound of gunfire from above the bridge, followed by the sound of boulders falling to the ground.
The smoke was stirred up, and after a few slaps of skin and flesh, a man heard the roar. The mist was quickly dispelled by an unknown ability, and Jenkins turned around, pointing his black muzzle at the direction under the bridge.
"never mind!"
Captain Bincy stood up, took off his hat, smiled and waved to the two from the bottom of the bridge. Behind him, dozens of men in black windbreakers jumped from the bridge, and the owner of the magic eye was already crushed by them.
Schleich squatted down, and stretched his right hand claw-like towards the man's right eye socket. Without hesitation for a moment, amidst the man's screams, he frowned and dug out the green eyes with red aura. He took out a transparent glass tube filled with yellow turbid liquid from his pocket, and threw the eyeballs that kept turning and wriggling into it.