Chapter 247 Red and Black (asking for guaranteed monthly ticket) dong dong dong. A hurried knock on the door echoed in the office. A weak and indifferent voice came out: "Please come in." Lumian turned the handle, pushed open the vermilion door, and saw the pale and thin young man. He was wearing a blue shirt, black vest and dark formal suit, standing next to a large desk, looking towards the door. After discovering that the visitor was Bonnot Goodville, the assistant secretary named Tibor Jacques laughed: "Don't worry. Decline is the inevitable fate of all things. This is true for humans and organizations. Once they begin to decline, all kinds of problems will arise..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Lumian approaching him. He immediately became alert and asked: "what are you up to……" Bang! Lumian threw a punch, accompanied by a blazing red flame. This interrupted Tybalt's words, forcing him to instinctively raise his hand and block the punch with his forearm.
The fire flashed and blackened his sleeves. At the same time, he heard a mocking voice: "So weak?" Lumian's original plan was to use a method of attack that would not make much noise and would not be noticed by the surrounding staff by covering his fist with flames. He would then take advantage of the chaos to pull out the "Corrupted Mercury" and inflict a wound on the opponent. Then, before the target could come to his senses, he would force his way past him and leave the khaki building where the congressman's office was located through the balcony. During this process, you can use fireballs, "Fire Crow Technique" and other methods to slow down the enemy. Even if you get hurt, you must escape to the nearby alleys and drill into the underground Trier before the security personnel of Hugues Artois and the red-haired lady and other members of the campaign team react. Anyway, the "armor" made of flames can burn pathogens. If the contact time is not long, Lumian is unlikely to be infected with the disease. Even if there are omissions, the symptoms will be relatively mild, enough for him to hold on until six in the morning. If it doesn't work, he can go to Franka and borrow half a bottle of healing potion. Given the old physique of the scavenger Ruhl, it would take an hour or two for him to become ill after coming into contact with the disease's thick sputum. Lumian believed that he would be even less of a problem. Of course, the premise is that the thick phlegm is one of Tibor's more powerful means. He cannot create a virulent disease that can cause symptoms to break out within one or two minutes. Otherwise, Lumian also has fire to protect himself. And now, after a brief fight, he found that Tibalt Jacques was much weaker than he had imagined! This made Lumian change his mind instantly. Silently, his body was covered with a layer of red flames. The flame was like a stream of water, separated from the skin, hair, clothes and hat by an invisible layer of vacuum. It floated there, burning and flowing continuously. Waves of red continued to emerge from Lumian's body and merged into them. This made Lumian look like he was wearing a red cloak that covered his entire body. Between the dancing flames, his disguised face and blue eyes that seemed to have two burning flames could be vaguely seen. With a snap, he dropped the dark civilized stick in his hand and hit Tybalt with his other fist surrounded by flames. The handle of that cane was still burning red, burning the places where handprints, fingerprints and sweat would be left. Bang, bang, bang! Tybalt was knocked back two steps, as if he was facing a fire storm, with his eyes filled with jumping red. He made a hoarse sound and suddenly spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Lumian. The thick phlegm with yellow and green colors was blocked by the "flame cloak" and was burned instantly, making a sizzling sound.
Bang, bang, bang! Lumian swung his arms, which were surrounded by red flames, and pinned Tybalt to the corner of the office, with his back against the wall and close to the cabinet. He had no way to escape or retreat, and could only passively use his arms to block. Seeing that the "Sputum of Disease" failed to work, and the air around him was getting hotter and hotter under the burning of the dissipated flames and the influence of the high temperature source, making his skin begin to feel hot. Tibalt's heart tightened and he was about to shout for help. But just as he opened his mouth, Lumian's flaming fist came crashing down and hit his arm, shaking his entire body and forcing his words to get stuck in his throat. Tybalt tried to call for help again and again, but was interrupted by the enemy again and again, and the enemy's deep voice kept echoing in his ears: "Just this little strength?" "How dare a weak chick like you spit on the ground?" "Hasn't the god you believe in told you not to behave uncivilized?" "I'll find a hundred homeless people and have each of them spit in your mouth!" These taunts made Tybalt's eyes turn red. He temporarily forgot about asking for help and just wanted the other party to fester and die. His exposed skin was covered with translucent blisters, filled with disgusting yellowish-black liquid. Bang bang bang! Lumian's flaming fist burned off Tybalt's sleeves and burst the translucent blisters there, but the disgusting yellowish-black liquid failed to touch his skin. It was first burned by the flames and then blocked by the gloves. The pathogens remaining on the surface of the gloves also quickly disappeared under the subsequent red flames. In the continuous but not fatal blows, in the environment with increasingly high temperature, all the translucent bubbles burst on their own, and the yellowish and black liquids evaporated with a sizzling sound, forming a mist that was almost invisible to the naked eye around Tibalt. But these mists were either burned by the flames or melted by the high temperature, and were unable to penetrate the "flame cloak" and erode Lumian's body. At this time, Tybalt, who had been hit several times, recovered from the "provocation" and opened his mouth again, shouting for help. The hot gas and the scattered flames penetrated into Tybalt's mouth as Lumian's fist hit him, burning his expression so much that he couldn't even scream. "Is it good? Does it feel good like this?" "When you spit on the ground, did you ever think that this would be the outcome today?" "Killing you is no different than killing a chicken!" Lumian stared into Tybalt's eyes, watching as despair, fear and pleading for mercy gradually emerged in his pupils. He did not stop, and his fists, surrounded by red flames, struck again like a rainstorm. He didn't think about getting around Tybalt's arms, and every punch landed there. With a dull thud, Lumian suddenly stopped and withdrew his hands. Tybalt stood with his back against the wall, his eyes empty, motionless. The flames on Lumian's body suddenly disappeared like a flowing river, leaving only a little red where his footprints were. Without even looking at Tybalt, he bent down to pick up the walking stick, took out Mr. K's finger, and used it to press a fingerprint on the wall next to Tybalt. After doing these things, Lumian took off his half-top hat, put it on his chest, and bowed to Tybalt. Then, he walked past his prey, who was as motionless as a statue, onto the balcony, and from the shadowed edge, he followed the wall and easily leaped to the side of the khaki building. It was not until this time that people upstairs noticed something and ran out, looking outside, but Lumian's figure had already merged into the dark alley.
At the same time, a dull sound came from inside the body of Tybalt who was standing stiffly. Boom! He suddenly exploded from the inside out, pieces of flesh and internal organs with a hint of red flames scattered everywhere. "Fire"! The "arsonist"'s "fire"! Before Lumian left, Tybalt was actually close to death, his internal organs and brain had been taken over by the injected flames, which then mainly destroyed his spirit. Lumian changed his mind temporarily and did not use the quickest and easiest method to kill Tybalt for three reasons: First, the action taken by the Montsouris ghost may affect Tibalt's family. If there is a choice, it is better not to use it, although those people have most likely become believers of the evil god. Second, use the implosion to create a scene of blood and flesh all over the ground. Combined with Mr. K's fingerprints, the subsequent investigation will be led to the "Aurora Society", and it will be clearly implied that Tibalt is a believer of the evil god. Third, use the "fire injection" to delay the explosion and destroy Tibalt's spirit, so as to maximize the impact on the evil god's followers' gains from "spiritual communication". In addition, there is another reason which is not a reason, that is, killing Tybalt by beating him up and scolding him makes him feel more comfortable. ………… Not long after, seven or eight people, including Hugues Artois, the red-haired lady, and the secretary with gold-rimmed glasses, arrived at Tibalt Jacques's door. They saw blood, flesh, fragments and internal organs all over the ground, and saw a lot of charred marks. The interlaced image of red and black was so visually impactful that it left everyone present silent for a moment. "Who did it?" Hugues Artois asked with a little horror. In his opinion, killing Tybalt and leaving such a scene was a warning to him and a foreshadowing of his death! Otherwise, who would bother with an assistant secretary? The red-haired lady glanced at Hugues Artois and said in a neutral voice: "It seems that the one who did it is an arsonist, or even more powerful. With Tibalt's strength, he should have been killed within ten seconds, but the attacker chose to take longer. "It seems that his purpose was to create such a scene. This is the style of those crazy people in the Aurora Society." Hugues Artois' pupils shrank, and he was silent for two seconds before saying: "Why is the 'Aurora Society' targeting me?" "I don't know." The red-haired lady looked deeply at Hugues Artois and shook her head. After the official Beyonders began their investigation, the people from the original campaign team returned to Hugues Artois' office. The red-haired lady looked at the secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses: "What has Tybalt done lately?" "He was irritable because of his long-term illness, and deliberately threw away the handkerchief with the disease, and killed two elderly childless scavengers." The secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses answered truthfully, "I have suppressed this matter." The red-haired lady said to herself: "Two old, childless scavengers... Tybalt's death really seems to point to Mr. Congressman." PS: Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)