Franka also looked at 126 Market Avenue.
"Neither 'Black Scorpion' Roger, nor 'Bald' Harman, or 'Bantam Candlestick' Castina have never come out."
"It's very cautious." Lumian objectively commented.
Franka sneered:
"If I were to be so cautious, as long as I endure until tomorrow night, I can turn the situation around, and in the case of victory, how much will I not think about it before I run outside? Even if someone ties Gardner up and chops his hands and feet one by one at the door, I won't come out."
This example is not convincing...... Lumian asked rhetorically:
"What if it's not Gardner who is tied up, it's Jana?"
"......" Franka fell silent.
Feeling that the "Provocateur" magic potion had been digested a little more, Lumian, who was almost finished, did not continue the topic, but asked instead:
"What else did you observe?"
He and Franka have no specific plan for how to raid "Black Scorpion" Roger and others, only a few vague ideas, and are currently in the stage of preliminary investigation and preparation.
Franka thought for a few seconds and said:
"There is a Stinger gang member who goes back and forth between the Election Commission and here from time to time, as if he is informing Roger of the 'Black Scorpion' of the real-time counting of votes."
She paused for a moment and curled the corners of her mouth:
"This can be used!"
At the same time, Lumian laughed:
"Isn't this just sleepiness encountering a pillow?
"Caring about politics is indeed a very dangerous thing."
Franka tilted his head amusedly, and glanced at Lumian:
"Your sister taught you a lot of hometown proverbs.
"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 those glasses."
Franka nodded in satisfaction:
"This operation is both a raid and an assassination, and the importance of assassination should be placed above the raid, only in this way can we avoid the home field advantage of the 'Sorcerer' to the greatest extent."
After a brief discussion, the two moved to a place farther away from Market Avenue 126, but close to the district's Congressional Election Committee, and waited patiently.
Today's voting has come to an end, and the staff of the Election Commission are working overtime to count the ballots and issue real-time results.
If the situation is better than expected, Hug. Artois will be able to win more than half of the votes of registered voters tonight and declare himself elected.
Time passed minute by minute, the night was getting darker and darker, and suddenly, Franka patted Lumian, pointed to a figure who was quickly leaving the election committee and said:
"That's the Stinger Gang."
The figure was nearly thirty years old, with black hair and brown eyes, a long face, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, a light brown jacket, and a thicker gold necklace.
Lumian nodded slightly, left the hiding place, and walked over to the man in a hurry.
He pressed his dark peaked cap very low, hiding his distinctive golden and black hair.
The Stinger Gang member saw someone coming towards him and carefully changed his route.
At this time, Lumian took a diagonal step, blocked in front of him, and greeted him with a smile:
"Long time no see, how are you doing with the Stinger Gang?"
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, suddenly leaned over, pressed the other person's neck with his right hand, and hugged him into his arms.
At the same time, Lumian pushed his left hand holding the metal vial and approached the target's nose.
He had already unscrewed the lid, but kept pressing the mouth of the bottle with his finger to slow down the leakage of the gas inside.
The Stinger Gang member struggled frantically, but his mouth and nose were covered by Lumian's palm, unable to make a sound, and his fists and kicks were either easily resolved, or because his neck was pressed hard, his back was pressed by his elbows, and his head was buried in the opponent's hands, leaning on his chest.
After a few seconds, the man's struggle began to weaken, and several pedestrians passing by looked at him with emotion for a few seconds, and then walked away unconsciously.
After a few more seconds, the man in Lumian's arms completely lost consciousness.
While setting up his "drunken" companion, he blocked the mouth of the bottle with his finger again.
When he reached an uninhabited alley separated by a barricade, Lumian discarded the target on the ground and screwed the lid on the metal vial.
"You are reckless." Franka walked out of the shadows next to her, "That is, if you can do this in Trier, if it were somewhere else, someone would have already questioned it loudly."
"That's what I do in Trier." Lumian crouched down, stripped the Stinger Gang member's clothes and necklace, and tied his hands and feet with the ropes he carried with him.
After doing this, he first fed the other party a little "true spitting agent", and then used occult sniffing salt to wake him up.
Ah Sneeze's voice rang out three times in a row, and the Stinger Gang member opened his eyes and blurted out in horror:
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
Lumian took off the peaked cap on his head, squatted in front of the target, and asked with a smile:
"Can't you recognize who I am?"
With the help of the crimson moonlight, the Stinger Gang members saw the black hair and a somewhat familiar face.
His teeth suddenly rattled:
"Xia, Ciel!"
"I have something I want to ask you, if you don't answer or deceive me, you know what will happen." Lumian said with a smile.
His reputation for being ruthless, cruel, and crazy was very loud within the Stinger Gang, and the man was so frightened that his heart was about to jump out of his throat:
"I said, I said!"
Lumian asked with an unchanged expression:
"Where were you going just now?"
"Go to the old man and report to him on the counting of votes in the election. Mr. Artois has nearly half of the votes, just a little bit ......" The man not only answered Lumian's question, but also added a bunch of additional words.
Lumian nodded in satisfaction and asked in detail about the details of the Stinger gang member's previous reports to Roger "Black Scorpion".
This includes his attitude towards his servants, his address to Roger "Black Scorpion", his standing position and his tone of voice.
After memorizing these things carefully, Lumian used the drug again, knocking the Stinger Gang member into a coma.
Immediately afterwards, he changed into the other party's clothes, took out the "secret glasses", and put them on the bridge of his nose.
This time, he still saw the underground with many mice, insects, and snakes, but there was an additional gloomy and dark charred building and a blurred face stuck behind a glass window in that house.
The face had a pair of unusually empty eyes.
Lumian's mind was in a brief state of confusion, he frowned, took off his "secret glasses", and took out a bunch of cosmetics.
With the help of the crimson moonlight and the light of the small torch in Franca's hand, he used the makeup mirror that his companion carried with him to apply various things to his face.
After about ten minutes, his face became elongated and elongated, gradually taking on the appearance of the Stinger Gang member.
His makeup skills are not enough for him to truly restore the other person's appearance, but the effect of the "secret glasses" will make everyone who sees his face believe that he is the guy named Arsai.
Syllable!
Lumian closed his makeup mirror and didn't dare to look at himself again.
Franka took back her belongings as she asked Lumian to turn her back to herself.
She was afraid that she would also mistake her companions for members of the Stinger Gang, which would affect subsequent cooperation.
Examining Lumian's hair color, she took out the camouflage props from Rentas:
"Hair color and eye color are the biggest loopholes, you use this thing to dye all your hair black, and then put on these brown contact lenses.
"Damn, everything is really possible in the field of occultism, with the technology of this era, the 'actor' can actually bring out the 'beauty pupil', although the essence of the material is different, and it does not change the effect of vision, but it can indeed be used to disguise the pupil color, otherwise Rentas can't disguise Efu, can't disguise you, this is not scientific, but it is very occult!"
Lumian didn't care about the nonsense behind Franka, took the occult hair dye that could be washed off with a special potion, and under the guidance of the other party, all the black hair in the gold was brought back to pure black.
After he put on the brown contact lenses, Franka hurriedly discussed the details of the next raid with him.
The two quickly had a general idea, but did not do further refinement, one was that there was too much time, and secondly, there might be many unexpected situations on the scene.
At this time, Franka took out a coin bag.
It is a fist-sized off-white cloth bag filled with coins of gold, silver, or copper.
Franka reached into her purse, took out a few seconds, and took out an iron-colored ring with a thick band and a surface covered with tiny spikes.
"This is one of my magical items, the 'Ring of Retribution'." She introduced to Lumian, "It has only one function, which is to pierce the target's spiritual body within five meters, causing him great pain and causing him to temporarily lose his consciousness of resistance. In the middle and low sequences, there are very few extraordinary abilities that can ignore other defenses and directly attack spirits, and this is one of them."
Franka paused for a moment and then said:
"Wearing it for a long time will make you irritable, bloodthirsty, cruel and impulsive, and if you use it more than three times in an hour, it will lead to alienation of your personality, and if you don't wear it, once you enter its five-meter range, you will suffer indiscriminate 'mental piercing' damage, and the sealing method is to put it into a pile of coins made of metal and have useful value."
Franka is currently wearing it, so neither she nor Lumian were attacked.
She immediately handed the "Ring of Punishment" to Lumian.
As soon as Lumian put the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, he felt very irritable.
Calming down, he put on black gloves on both hands, then walked out of the alley and trotted towards No. 126 Market Avenue.
(End of this chapter)