Chapter 227 Disguise Franka also looked at No. 126 Market Avenue and said: "Neither 'Black Scorpion' Roger, 'Bald' Harman, nor 'Shorty Candlestick' Castina have ever come out." “Very cautious,” Lumian commented objectively. Franka sneered: "If I were this cautious, and I could turn the situation around and win as long as I could hold on until tomorrow night, how desperate would I be to run outside? Even if someone tied up Gardner and chopped off his hands and feet one by one at the door, I would not come out." This example is not convincing... Lumian asked back: "What if it wasn't Gardner who was kidnapped, but Jenna?" "..." Franca fell silent. Feeling that the Provocateur potion had been digested a little more and was almost finished, Lumian did not continue the topic and asked: "What else did you observe?" He and Franca do not have a 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 member of the Sting Gang who travels back and forth between the Election Commission and here from time to time, and he seems to be informing Roger 'Black Scorpion' of the real-time vote counting situation."
She paused and raised the corners of her mouth: “This can be used!” At the same time, Lumian laughed: "Isn't this just like sleepiness meeting a pillow? “Caring about politics is indeed a very dangerous thing.” Franca turned her head and glanced at Lumian with amusement: "Your sister taught you a lot of local idioms. "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 with satisfaction: "This operation is both a raid and an assassination. The assassination should be given more importance than the raid. Only in this way can we avoid the home advantage of the Warlock to the greatest extent." After a brief discussion, the two men moved to a shadowy place farther away from 126 Market Avenue but closer to the district's parliamentary election committee, and waited patiently. Today's voting has come to an end. The staff of the Election Commission are working overtime to count the ballots and issue real-time results. Countless reporters from newspapers are waiting there, hoping to get first-hand data. If things go better than expected, Hugues Artois will be able to get enough votes from more than half of the registered voters tonight and declare himself elected. Time passed by, the night grew darker, and suddenly, Franca patted Lumian and pointed at a figure who was walking quickly away from the election committee and said: "That's the Sting Gang." The figure was about thirty years old, with black hair, brown eyes, and a long face. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, a light brown jacket, and a thick gold necklace. Lumian nodded slightly, left his hiding place, and walked towards the man in a pretend hurry. He pulled his dark cap low over his distinctive blond and black hair. When the Sting Gang member saw someone coming towards him, he cautiously changed his route. At this time, Lumian took a step sideways, stood in front of him, and greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, how are you doing with the Sting 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, moved closer, put his right hand on the other's neck, and pulled him into his arms. At the same time, Lumian pushed his left hand, which was holding the metal vial, in front of the target's nose. He had already unscrewed the lid, but he kept pressing the bottle mouth with his fingers to slow down the leakage of the gas inside. The Sting Gang member struggled frantically, but his mouth and nose were covered by Lumian's hands, so he couldn't make any sound. His punches and kicks were either easily deflected or his neck was held down, his back was suppressed by elbows, and his head was buried in the opponent's hands and leaned against his chest. It was difficult to hit the enemy's vital points in a hurry, so Lumian had to bear it all. After a few seconds, the man's struggle began to weaken. A few passers-by looked at him with emotion for a few seconds, then walked away without noticing anything unusual. After a few more seconds, the man in Lumian's arms completely lost consciousness. While he was holding up his "drunk" companion, he blocked the bottle mouth with his fingers again. When they reached an empty alley separated by a barricade, Lumian dropped the target on the ground and screwed the cap on the metal bottle. "You're being reckless." Franca stepped out from the shadows nearby. "You can only do this in Trier. If it were somewhere else, someone would have loudly questioned you." “I would only do this in Trier.” Lumian squatted down, stripped off the Sting Gang member’s clothes and necklace, and tied his hands and feet behind his back with the rope he carried with him. After doing this, he first fed the other party a little "truth serum" before waking him up with occult smelling salts. The sound of sneezing rang out three times in a row, and the member of the Poison Sting Gang opened his eyes and blurted out in horror: "Who are you? What do you do?" Lumian took off his cap, squatted in front of the target, and asked with a smile: "Don't you recognize who I am?" With the help of the crimson moonlight, the Sting Gang member saw blond hair with black and a somewhat familiar face. His teeth suddenly chattered: "Xia, Xiaer!" "I have something to ask you. If you don't answer or lie to me, you know what the consequences will be." Lumian said with a smile. His reputation for being cold, cruel, and crazy was well known within the Sting Gang. The man was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat: "I said, I said!" Lumian asked without changing his expression: "Where were you going?" "Go to the old man's house and report to him about the election results. Mr. Hugues Artois has already received nearly half of the votes, just a little bit short..." The man not only answered Lumian's question, but also said a lot of extra things. Lumian nodded with satisfaction and asked in detail about the details of the Sting Gang member's previous reports to "Black Scorpion" Roger. This includes his attitude towards servants, his way of addressing "Black Scorpion" Roger, his standing position and tone of voice, etc. After carefully remembering these, Lumian used the drug again, making the Sting Gang member unconscious. Then, he changed into the other person's clothes, took out his "secret-seeing glasses", and put them on his nose. This time, he still saw the underground area filled with rats, insects, and snakes, but there was also a gloomy and dark burnt building and a blurry face behind a glass window of the house. The face had a pair of unusually empty eyes.
Lumian's mind was briefly confused. He frowned, took off his "secret glasses", and took out a bunch of cosmetics. With the help of the crimson moonlight and the small torch in Franka's hand, and the makeup mirror carried by his companion, he applied various things on his face. After about ten minutes, his face became elongated and gradually took on the appearance of the Sting Gang member. His makeup skills are not enough to truly restore the other person's appearance, but the effect of the "secret glasses" will make everyone who sees the face believe that he is the guy named Alsay. Snapped! Lumian closed the makeup mirror, not daring to look at herself again. While Franka was taking back her belongings, she asked Lumian to turn around and face away from her. She was afraid that she would mistake her companions for members of the Sting Gang, which would affect subsequent cooperation. After examining Lumian's hair color, she took out the disguise props she got from Rentas: “Hair color and eye color are the biggest loopholes. First, dye your hair all black with this thing, and then wear this pair of brown contact lenses. "Damn, everything is possible in the field of occultism. With the technology of this era, 'actors' can actually make 'colored contact lenses'. Although the nature of the materials is different and there is no effect of changing vision, it can indeed be used to disguise eye color. Otherwise, Rentas couldn't disguise Ev, nor you. This is unscientific, but very occult!" Lumian ignored Franca's subsequent nonsense and took the mystical hair dye that could be washed off with a special potion. Under her guidance, he turned all his black and gold hair back to pure black. As he put on his brown contact lenses, Franca took the time to discuss the details of the next raid with him. The two of them quickly came up with a general idea, but did not make further refinements. First, there was not enough time, and second, there might be many unexpected situations on the scene, and they could not list them all. They could only act on their own accord while keeping the general direction and main ideas unchanged. At this time, Franka took out a coin bag. It is a fist-sized gray-white cloth bag filled with gold, silver or copper coins. Franka reached into her purse, fumbled for a few seconds, and took out an iron ring with a thick band and covered with tiny spikes on the surface. "This is one of my magical items, the 'Ring of Punishment'," she introduced to Lumian. "It has only one function, which is to pierce the target's spirit within five meters, causing him great pain and making him temporarily lose the consciousness to resist. In the low- and medium-sequence, there are very few extraordinary abilities that can ignore other defenses and directly attack the spirit. This is one of them." Franca paused and said: "Wearing it for a long time will make you violent, bloodthirsty, cruel, and impulsive. Using it more than three times within an hour will cause your personality to change. If you don't wear it, once you enter the five-meter range of it, you will suffer indiscriminate 'mental piercing' damage. The way to seal it is to put it in a pile of metal coins that have use value." Franka is currently wearing it, so neither she nor Lumian were attacked. She then 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 irritated. After calming himself down, he put on black gloves on both hands, then walked out of the alley and trotted towards 126 Market Avenue. (End of this chapter)