"Hand over the things."
"Oh, gentlemen, please don't, if you want anything, just say it."
He raised his hands, and the package he had been carrying fell to the ground together with his cane.
"It's not this, it's that."
The black muzzle of the middle-aged man pointed to the mask on his left hand.
"this?"
He asked suspiciously, and when he let go, the mask fell to his feet.
"Can I go, please?"
Boom~
Unexpected gunshots sounded, and Jenkins staggered down. The bullet hit him in the chest, and the thrust sent him falling backwards.
"The car overturned?"
Strong incredulity came to my mind, the original plan was to change the predicament of being attacked by enemies first, but I didn't expect them to dare to kill people without any scruples in the downtown area.
"That's how I died here?"
bang~ bang~ bang~
There were a few more gunshots, and Jenkins, who had collapsed to the ground, had a few more blood holes on his body.
The men breathed a sigh of relief, put away their pistols and moved towards the middle. The younger one smiled and squatted down, but before his hand touched the mask, another hand grabbed his wrist.
"Ah~"
The flames engulfed him in an instant, and the man wrapped in the raging flames broke free from Jenkins' hand and rolled wildly on the ground, but the flames showed no sign of weakening.
Jenkins stood up with a gloomy face, bent down to pick up the chocolate and put it on his shoulders, and took another look at the clothes with blood holes on his body.
"I almost died, this world is really dangerous."
The middle-aged man was so frightened that he couldn't lift his legs. He watched helplessly as his companion was burned into a mummified corpse, and some blood flowed out from his trouser legs, splashing his black leather shoes.
In his mind, the only people who survived being hit in the heart were those cruel and terrifying monsters hidden in the dark in his mother's stories when he was a child.
The legs could no longer support the body, and Jenkins' anger was out of control.
"It's really close..."
He bent down and picked up the pistol, trying to keep his face calm, but his nose was still trembling.
"Nearly died."
He drew out the knife in his left hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun in his right hand firmly to his forehead: "I ask you to answer, you only have one chance. First, what are you here for?"
"I, I, God... ah~"
The knife scraped some rust against the steam pipes on the wall, then slammed into his shoulder, then pulled out quickly.
The face of the middle-aged man, distorted by fear, was already covered with tears and snot.
"If you don't answer, I will burn your body, and then throw your soul into the deepest hell. I will find your family one by one, pull back the souls of your dead ancestors, and then desecrate them, I will Curse all your family and friends... "
Even in a state of rage, he still knows what kind of words are most effective.
"I came here to look for that mask, because I saw you took him away, so I followed Benn, ah~"
Jenkins puts the knife in/into his other shoulder again and pulls it out:
"Second question, why did you come to steal the mask?"
"I, I don't know, Brother Higgins asked us to come. God, save me, God, take a look at me, ah~"
A finger was cut off.
"The third question, does the museum owner know that his items are being targeted?"
"Don't know. You devil, no, oh..."
This time, a piece of meat was chipped off the nose.
"The fourth question, who is Brother Higgins?"
"It's the leader of a gang in the south of the city. He should be at the Black Rose Bar now. Yes, he is always there. We were just doing some smuggled alcohol business, and this time something happened... Oh, thank you, Thanks you."
he yelled desperately as Jenkins dropped the pistol and stood up with the knife.
He raised his free right hand, and then pressed down violently, the huge rock that appeared out of nowhere immediately smashed the man into a pulp.
"Huh~"
Taking a deep breath, he finally calmed down a little.
"do not be afraid."
He wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes, and then began to stroke the kitten on his shoulder.
It patted Jenkins' finger lightly with its paw, and then let out the softest cry since Jenkins adopted it.
The ability of the undead has finally been clarified, and the effect is simple and clear: immortality. To be more specific, at least as long as the body is mostly intact and the spirit is still abundant, it is immortal.
At the moment when he was hit in the chest and fell to the ground just now, Jenkins really felt that there was only a gap in his body, and the spirit diffused around the body to maintain the existence of life.
At the moment when he was pulled back near death, he knew that his soul was a god without divinity, and his body at this moment was only a little worse than the worldly saints. Not only is the fatal part missing, but the resistance to abnormal states has been greatly improved. More importantly, as long as he is still the bestower and the spirit of the world flows in his body, his age and appearance will be permanently stagnated at this moment.
This is the real undead man, who communicated with the world through rituals and recognized his immortality, and the world made up for the shortcomings of the mortal body for him.
The white [Undead Man] was still emitting a faint light in front of his eyes, until he endured the pain to get the bullet/bullet out of his body, and then healed the wound with the breath of healing, then it returned to its normal state.
When he raised his hand, a flame flew out, whether it was the charred corpse or the muddy meat under the boulder, they all burned. Relying on the characteristic of not automatically extinguishing, the corpse was quickly burned to ashes, and the blood stains on the ground were patiently dug out and disposed of.
He took one last look at the alley, and hurried away with the package.
Pretending that nothing happened, he then took the carriage back to the Holy See to put down the package, while still wearing the mask.
He warmly greeted everyone he met, and ate lunch with the children of a certain choir. They'd all read Jenkins' fairy tales, so the kids couldn't contain their excitement even as the nun warned them to be quiet for a while.
In the afternoon, I spent another two hours reading story books with the children, and even invited a photographer to take a group photo for them. In addition, everyone asked Jenkins to hang the medal of the Wright Award and the medal symbolizing the status of baron.
There is a reason why the study of medals can become a specialized discipline. In the title system of the Fidetictli Kingdom, there are special requirements for each level of noble medals.