Chapter 123 The King and the Clown

"The chess pieces have been deployed."

A few rays of light shone from the French window nearby onto the chessboard in the room.

Large, thick red leather metal chairs were placed on both sides of a black and white checkered chessboard. Two figures of different sizes sat together, with large cloaks covering their bodies, but they both had the same characteristics.

mask.

A frighteningly white clown mask appeared on their faces, without any extra decoration, as if it was natural, as if it had grown out of their faces.

The crisp sound of the moving chess pieces echoed in the room, and the fight between the black pieces and the big pieces was now in a one-sided situation.

The white pieces' attack was extremely fierce, blocking the black pieces' advance, but if you look closely, none of the black pieces' important pieces were damaged. The white pieces' advantage was only on the surface.

With just a few quick moves, the situation on the chessboard was reversed in an instant. The black pieces devoured all of the white pieces' soldiers until only a lonely "king" was left.

"Our 'king' is probably still looking for his knights."

It was hard to tell whether the voice was male or female and was saying something incomprehensible, but one could tell that there was a hint of pleasure in his tone.

"Vain."

The person answering the question on the other side of the chessboard had a crying clown on his face, which was in stark contrast to the "joy" on the other side.

After saying these words, the Sad Clown Mask seemed unwilling to say another word and controlled the black piece in his hand to perform the final operation.

"Checkmate."

The Happy Clown didn't seem discouraged, but instead applauded the person in front of him.

"Good chess, good chess! As expected, I still can't beat you when it comes to playing chess."

"but………"

"I believe that our 'king' will bring us more exciting scripts."

“Let’s wait and see…”

Like a chess game, the battle on Dusk Street was also one-sided.

Even though Qianjie had just experienced a great battle with Yao Luo, as well as the double physical and mental burden brought by the long journey.

Ordinary people are definitely no match for Qianjie. It is difficult for guns and bullets to capture his figure. Qianjie's movements are like a cheetah, practicing the art of slaughter on the group of thugs in front of him.

The flying blood and the broken gun fragments all stimulated the gangster's beating nerves.

"Monster! It's a monster! Aponya! She raised a monster!"

What business? What extremely simple task? At this moment, it all turned into a dream bubble. Facing the massacre-like battle of Qianjie, if he had known earlier, even if he had 100 guts, he would not dare to come here again.

"It seems that's the only thing I can use."

The gangster boss took out a small box from behind with a gloomy face. It was the "secret weapon" given to him by the organization that contacted them.

If they didn't use this thing, they could get the full amount at once, which the gangster boss didn't want to use.

There are two ordinary injections in the box, and the purple high-concentration liquid is quietly lying in the special transistor channel.

"If the mission cannot be completed, throw these two injections into the sanatorium, but you will only get half of the mission bonus..."

The employer's voice echoed in Hei Lao's mind, but he no longer cared about it at the moment and waved his strong arms in the direction of the sanatorium.

"?"

Qianjie instinctively felt that the two injections contained an ominous feeling, but with the black boss's arm strength and speed, such an attack could not touch his shadow at all. So Qianjie did not care and let the two transistors fall into the sanatorium behind him.

The transistor shattered and hit the steel door, and the purple liquid inside instantly evaporated into the air.

A tangible purple wave began to spread in the air. The Honkai energy concentrated in each transistor was equivalent to the amount extracted from the corpses of 100 Honkai beasts.

Even if only one drop was injected, there was a risk of ordinary people being infected with Honkai disease, but at this moment, it broke out simultaneously in a small area.

"!"

The first person to be affected in the crowd was Qianjie, who had the highest combat power.

His running body paused, but he immediately jumped into the air and leaped onto the electric pole next to him.

But the gangsters behind him were not so lucky. Purple waves spread out along with misty gas. Once they came into contact, it seemed as if some blister-like bubbles burst on the gangsters' bodies.

"Old, boss, Nine, save us!" Incoherent words were spoken, and white, death-spot-like colors began to appear on the human body.

The originally black eyeballs turned outward and turned into hollow dead fish eyes, and the limbs began to twist unnaturally, like a scene from a biochemical crisis.

"Damn it, what the hell are these monsters? I'm not going to make this money!" The gangster's crotch suddenly became wet. Even the heavy shotgun in his hand couldn't make him feel safe. He quickly twisted his fat body and planned to run away.

However, a hand was already on his shoulder, and on his head, only half of his younger brother's mouth was left, and he was still yelling at him.

"save………"

"Ahhh!"

The streets, which had been in chaos just a moment ago, now fell into a deathly silence.

Qianjie sat on a telephone pole, his mask hiding his expression, but the throbbing muscles in his arms and the bulging veins between his brows showed that he was not in an easy state at the moment.

The incident with the gangsters came to an end, but something more dangerous had already happened on the field.

The purple gas mixed with the breeze spread towards the depths of Aponia's sanatorium.

At this moment, deep inside the sanatorium, a group of children were eagerly waiting.

"What will Sister Aponya cook for us today?"

"It won't be the pumpkin soup I vomited again."

"No matter what, as long as my sister doesn't tell those old stories anymore, I'll be very grateful."

"Hahaha……"

There were laughter and joy, as if the unrest outside had nothing to do with them. Abonya protected them well, and even the sound of gunfire did not interrupt their wait for dinner.

After all, on the streets at dusk, when has there been a day when they fell asleep without the sound of gunfire accompanying them?
However, something more terrifying than guns had quietly arrived at where they were.

Deep inside, a place that Aponya would never let the children come to.

Rows of beds were laid out in this basement-like place, with white sheets simply covering the "patients".

They ranged in age, and the youngest looked no different from the other children outside.

Their originally peaceful and sleeping expressions now showed unimaginable stress reactions. Their bodies began to shake wildly and the white spots on their bodies began to spread like growing weeds.

"Collapse" happened.

　There may be another chapter, but it will be later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)