Chapter 129 Out of Control

out of control? Klein's heart tightened, and he almost blurted out the question.

Although Dunn and Old Neil often emphasized the harm and probability of losing control in front of him, this was still the first time he encountered similar things, and he was a little panicked, a little dazed, a little scared, a little sad, and felt very complicated.

"A quarter of the incidents dealt with each year are Extraordinary's out of control... And a large part of this quarter is our teammates..." Dunn's words once flashed in his mind, making His reactions seemed to be slowed down.

On the other hand, Old Neil, who has experienced too many similar incidents, asked immediately:

"Where is the runaway? What do we need?"

Klein was taken aback when he heard this. He thought that a slippery and lazy "semi-retired person" like Old Neil would find excuses to reject Swain's request, or try to help out by extorting a large sum of benefits. He never expected that the other party would actually Without hesitation at all, he directly entered the state of participation, not caring about the difference between Nighthawks and Punishers at all.

Looking at Old Neil with a serious expression, Klein suddenly understood one thing, that is, no matter the Nighthawks, Punishers, or members of the Mechanical Heart, the goal is to prevent the extraordinary power from harming the innocent and protect the city of Tingen. Safety and stability, if you encounter a dangerous and urgent situation, your responsibility is incumbent!

At this time, Swain replied unusually briefly:

"Be my assistant!"

He didn't explain why he got out of control, and where the out-of-control person was, and walked quickly towards the exit.

The former "Punisher" captain was obviously just an old man addicted to alcoholism, but Klein found that he couldn't keep up with the opponent's footsteps and had to trot to barely stay behind.

He glanced sideways at Old Neil, and saw that the "Secret Peer" who was showing signs of aging also started running.

The three of them didn't care about the guards' gazes along the way. One was wearing an old navy uniform, the other was wearing a dark classical robe, and the third was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker. They rushed out of the billiard room and out of the dragon. bar.

The customers who were drinking, betting and refueling instinctively looked away from the dogs catching mice, and glanced at Klein and the others.

"Boss Swain?"

"What is he going out in such a hurry for?"

"Someone reneged on their debts and evaded their debts?"

...

In the low-pitched discussion, some drinkers put their attention back into the cage, cheered up and shouted again, and vented their depression during the day, while others were more vigilant and vaguely uneasy.

Thumb up!

Klein and Old Neil followed Swain to the opposite side of the road, and ran into the real pier area.

"On that ship." Swain slowed down, pointing to an inland cargo ship docked not far away, "Two Punisher team members are on it dealing with the out-of-control man, preventing him from entering the Tussock River, You help me influence him and control him, and I will handle the rest of the matter."

Old Neil took a few breaths like a bellows and said:

"Okay, but, but you need to give me a minute, huh, a minute to recover."

Swain nodded, didn't say any more, rushed to the cargo ship first, and joined the battle.

Hearing the bang bang bang bang bang above, Old Neil glanced at the slightly nervous Klein, took out a silver piece the size of a baby's palm from his waist pocket, handed it over and said:

"Slumber Charm, the opening spell is the word 'night' in ancient Hermes. After reading the spell, pour your spirituality into it and throw it at the target within three seconds."

"Hmm!" Klein reached out his hand to catch it, feeling a burst of emotion.

Both the front and the back of this spell are engraved with incantations written in Hermes, as well as symbols, corresponding spiritual numbers, and magic signs. He does not need to activate his spiritual vision, but only relies on inspiration to perceive the hidden, quiet, and deep of mysterious power.

Old Neil straightened up,

He took out the same silver charm from the secret pocket and held it in his palm, and made a joke while walking towards the cargo ship:

"Don't be nervous, relax, think about other things, for example, I borrowed that spell from you, if you use it up, remember to make a new one and return it to me, of course, you can wait until next month, when the material quota is restored , do it again.”

This... as expected of the experienced old Neil... Klein put the spell into his left pocket, reached out and took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and adjusted the firing position and trigger.

"I don't think I'm nervous anymore..." He held a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, and he and Old Neil passed the gangway and boarded the cargo ship steadily.

This cargo ship has obvious traces of the times. Although it is powered by steam and has an extra chimney, it still retains the past configurations such as masts and sails, and only has a metal shell on the surface. Steel is used in some places. Still made of wood.

The bang bang bang bang became more and more intense. Klein and Old Neil were about to find the entrance to enter the cabin when they suddenly heard a loud clanging sound mixed with clicking.

The side of the cabin made of wood burst instantly, thorns flew randomly, and a figure fell out and hit the side of the ship.

Klein didn't care about the injury of the figure, and his eyes were completely focused on the monster that was running towards the gap.

This monster is more than 1.8 meters tall, wearing a ragged shirt and trousers, the exposed parts are covered with dark green scales, and the gaps between the hands and feet are covered with skin membranes, like the webs between the toes of some aquatic animals.

It has a wrinkled head, and the appearance of a human can be vaguely seen, and mucus is flowing on the scales, which is constantly dripping down.

Zizizi!

The dark green slime corroded the deck slightly, leaving bright marks.

boom! The monster trying to rush out of the gap was punched by Swain from the side, causing it to move two steps sideways

bang bang bang! The exaggerated muscle of Swain was obviously not as strong as that monster, and his fists and feet clearly hit the opponent, but he couldn't break the scales, and it was difficult to cause substantial damage. He was very embarrassed for a while and was on the verge of falling.

If it wasn't for his amazing balance ability, if it wasn't for the Punisher who followed and shot to restrain him, Klein suspected that the blue-eyed old man would be beaten to death by the monster.

pedal! pedal! pedal! Swain kept retreating, and kept moving forward, like a moth that knew it was a flame but jumped at it.

However, Klein could feel that he was saving something and waiting for something.

boom!

Swain was beaten back a few steps, and also blocked the sight of the other punisher.

The monster seized the opportunity and rushed to the gap immediately.

It's going to escape the cabin and jump into the Tussock River!

Looking at the wrinkled, slimy head, Klein raised his right hand and pulled the trigger.

pong!

The silver demon hunting bullet hit the monster's torso as he expected, but it only shattered the scale and embedded half of it.

The monster immediately let out a piercing scream, and with both feet exerted force, it rushed out like the wind and rushed towards Klein.

With a strong fishy smell coming from the end of his nose, Klein suddenly lowered his body and rolled to the side.

bang! He felt the hull of the ship shake, and some debris hit him.

At the same time, he heard an old and deep voice, it was a mantra spoken in ancient Hermes language:

"Dark night!"

Klein rolled a few more times. He didn't care to pick up his cane, and hurriedly raised his gun and looked up, only to see Old Neil calmly throwing the spell in his hand not far from the monster.

The silver flake was quickly enveloped in dark red flames, making a slight explosion sound.

The deep and quiet power dissipated instantly, and the monster that almost smashed the side of the ship shook suddenly, and its movements became sluggish.

At this time, Swain rushed out from the cabin, bullied the monster, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and punched the opponent several times like a machine gun, all of which hit the opponent's head with bang bang bang.

But he could only make a hole, and couldn't cause fatal damage, but Klein could feel that the savings of this blue-eyed old man was about to reach its peak.

boom! The monster seemed to have recovered, swung its forearm back, and swung Swain back five steps, each step shattering the deck.

Seeing that the monster was about to turn back and jump off the cargo ship, Klein quickly took out the "Sleep Charm" from his pocket with his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, he proficiently pronounced a word in ancient Hermes:

"Dark night!"

All of a sudden, Klein felt that the silver charm in his palm became cold, like snowflakes accumulating.

Without thinking too much, he poured his spirituality into the spell, pulled his shoulders, swung his arms, and threw it towards the monster.

At this moment, the murloc-like monster has already jumped into the air.

The dark red flame illuminated the surrounding darkness, and the slight explosion sounded like a hypnotic prelude, rippling away quickly.

boom!

The monster fell straight onto the pier, curled up into a ball, and briefly entered a semi-slumber state.

Klein was about to get to the side of the ship and shoot the monster in the head when he saw Swain, who had lost his navy uniform, rushing out and jumping off after him.

He adjusted his posture in mid-air, and the muscles of his body bulged.

In Klein's inspiration, something extremely suppressed broke out. Swain fell from the sky, smashed on the monster, then straightened his back, punched down heavily, and hit the opponent's head.

Click!

The monster's head was torn apart, dark red blood and gray brain tissue were scattered all over the floor, accompanied by dark green mucus.

"Is this one of the abilities of the 'Wrathful People'?" Klein stood by the side of the broken ship and muttered to himself silently.

Old Neil clutched his left hand, moved closer, and followed him to look down.

At this time, Swain stood up straight and stood there, staring deeply at the lifeless monster under his feet.

He took out a deflated metal wine jug from nowhere, pulled off the lid, Gulu drank half of it, then tilted the mouth of the bottle, aimed at the monster, and spilled all the remaining spirits on the opponent.

After doing all this, Swain seemed to have grown old all of a sudden, with his back bent a bit.

Old Neil sighed, looked at the scene below, and whispered to Klein:

"I know this out-of-control Punisher. He has followed Swain for 20 or 30 years. He has cleared the water ghosts who went ashore to kill people, and captured the evil Extraordinary who tried to escape by diving from the Tussock River..."

He didn't continue, but Klein could hear his hidden meaning:

Such a "guard" who made a lot of contributions and killed many monsters turned into a monster in the end.

And this is not an isolated case, it is a possible ending for many Nighthawks, Punishers and Mechanical Heart members.