Chapter 116： main line ahead

Chapter 116 mainline advance

【Trigger the main task: Scarlet Festival! 】

The first ring: The owner of the "Time Amber" gallery in Amber City, Oil Painter Sir Beckman planned a grand exhibition of **** paintings. He is going to use [A-level spooks - Gallery of Bones] to capture the head of the "Circus" and the shelter. Special commissioner Roderick and other extraordinary people in the field have many spiritualities, and turned all the guests present into oil paintings, strengthened the [Gallery of Bones], and then fled far away...

Just as he betrayed the "History and Ceremony Association" and took the risk of digging the tomb of the Red Apple Church, stealing the remains of Archbishop Monroe into a magic object, and designing to frame people in the association.

But fate is a circle, and Bishop Newman sacrificed himself, triggering the trap of [Gallery of Bones] in advance, attracting a terrifying existence...

The destruction of Amber City was only in one thought.

Go to the scene of the incident and stop it from happening.

Mission rewards: 50,000 experience points, 100 gold pounds, 10 regional popularity, 10 special attribute points and 1 blessing point.

"The main line...is ahead of schedule?! Is this oil paint lord a lunatic?"

Chen Lun's face darkened.

Things have changed at the gallery!

My previous divination was wrong, either because the current sequence level was insufficient, or there was a higher sequence power, which distorted my prediction and caused a misjudgment.

But no matter what the situation is, I must leave immediately.

Boom!

He spread his black wings, soared into the air, and disappeared into the sky with a black shadow.

Outside the church yard.

There was too much movement here, and it had already attracted the attention of the surrounding residents, and they ran towards here one after another.

The five members of Polaris hid in the crowd. They first received a reminder that the first ring of the mission was completed. Before they could be happy, they saw Mr. Jack flying away in a hurry.

Intuition tells them that maybe the matter is not over.

"—Follow the past! There is definitely something big going on!"

Polaris sent a text message.

The team of five players squeezed through the crowd and rushed in the direction Chen Lunfei was walking.

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Gallery.

The scene is like a crossbow.

Seven or eight men and women in costumes controlled the guests present, and the man in the tuxedo was marking prices for the guests one by one. Only a few people noticed that Beckman standing at the door suddenly made a strange movement.

From the pool of blood oozing out of nowhere under his feet, an easel slowly emerged.

Beckman calmly picked up the paintbrush, faced the direction of the guests present, and began to paint. The man in the tuxedo noticed something, and suddenly turned his head and glanced at Beckman.

"Sir Painter, what are you doing?"

Tuxedo asked.

"Oh, I can't help but get inspired by this scene."

Beckman smiled and drew by himself.

The tuxedo stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his eyes to look at the old man in costume beside him. The old man instantly understood what the leader meant, and walked towards Beckman with a **** dagger in his hand to see what he was doing.

Beckman was indifferent to this, and seemed to not care about the other party's inspection at all. But when the old man in the costume walked up to him, he was startled suddenly, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Because the old man suddenly saw that on the canvas was the back of the leader.

Beckman is specially painting for the leader...

"Sir Painter, you...?"

The old man in costume opened his mouth, just about to ask questions.

Boom!

The door suddenly exploded from the outside.

A black wave of light shot straight at it, and the dark color distorted the light, attracting attention, and seemed to contain the extraordinary power of death. The speed of the light wave was extremely fast, instantly hitting the old man in the costume and passing through his body.

Hum!

The old man's face froze, and he stood in place. There was no damage on his body, but he had actually suffered a serious injury on the soul level.

"Cough-poof!"

He spit out a mouthful of blood, turned his back to the sky, and fell to the ground.

Everyone present was startled, and saw a group of investigators in uniform rushing in from outside, and even the investigators lurking among the guests pulled out their flintlock guns and confronted the men and women in costumes.

"Shelters... Do you think I'm defenseless against you?"

The man in the tuxedo said calmly.

Roderick and Mona walked into the gallery slowly, and the guests dared not show their atmosphere.

"Unless you don't care about the life and death of these high-class figures, as long as you dare to act rashly, I will order them all to die."

Tuxedo said.

"Oh, is it so?"

Roderick looked at him indifferently.

next moment.

Beckman waved his hand, and a phantom of a gallery appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Wow...

Oil paintings passed in front of him like a revolving lantern. The last oil painting stopped, with a strange eye pupil on it.

Beckman lightly tapped the brush, and the pupil in the painting opened his eyelids, revealing the deep pupils of the three primary colors.

With a grunt, it scanned all the "circus" members present.

Hum!

Amidst the strange fluctuations, I saw the seven or eight men and women in costumes trembled all over as if struck by lightning, bleeding from their orifices. The short knives in their hands fell to the ground with a clatter, and then they fell down clutching their left chests tightly.

"One eye confuses the mind... Eight [Sequence 9] transcendents died at the same time. This is the power of the sequence in [Stars faction]. No wonder you can confuse Countess Bradley."

The man in the tuxedo narrowed his eyes and commented calmly.

It seems that the ones who died just now were not his subordinates, but a group of strangers.

"Sir Oil Paint, you and the Asylum will join forces to deal with me, and there will be no good results."

"Thank you for your concern, leader. Compared with my own safety, I care more about whether I can draw you well."

Beckman's smile remained undiminished, and he raised his brush and continued to compose the picture.

The man in the tuxedo lowered his head and glanced at his palm. He found that his spirituality was slowly passing away, faintly drifting towards Beckman's painting.

"You want to steal my power... ridiculous!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

The shadows on the soles of his feet covered his entire body from bottom to top, and immediately led him away like ink.

The next second, he appeared from the shadow behind Beckman, with five fingers together, piercing the back of Beckman's heart.

"Quiet."

Roderick stretched out five fingers, and the black light flickered.

The man in the tuxedo froze for a moment.

Bang bang bang bang...!

The investigators at the scene raised their flintlock guns and focused fire on him.

There were a few muffled bangs, and the buckshot hit him, but pierced into the shadows. The man in the tuxedo snorted coldly, and slipped back into the shadows again.

In the field of vision of everyone present, they lost his trace.

"Sir Oil Paint, you ruin our plan, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be hunted down to death..."

In the gallery, the voice of the man in the tuxedo echoed.

Roderick frowned slightly, and Mona beside him said softly:

"The head of the 'circus' is [Conspiracy Faction Sequence 7-Assassin]. He hides in the shadows and comes and goes without a trace. If we want to escape, we have nothing to do..."

Beckman chuckled lightly.

He summoned the phantom of the gallery again, a row of oil paintings passed by, and finally stopped at that—

"The Hammer" Ferry's portrait "The Indomitable".

"He can't escape."

Good news, beauties, Sanjiang is gone.

Thank you, after the launch, the pill will fulfill its promise, and the 4D will explode in two days.

(end of this chapter)