The goal will soon arrive, before the bell of the sun's door closed at sunset.

It’s not at this sunset, but at another sunset, anyway, the sun will always set.

He began to wipe the stock, ready for the upcoming performance.

Plant a trap every ten feet away, covering every aisle in the auditorium.

His trap has been improved a little, and these steel lotus flowers are different from the meat grinder that was splashing blood ink that was used in the piano room before. The cutting of the blade has been replaced by him with a gorgeous explosion, and the squirting colorful smoke is enough to make everyone fall in love.

There were a few bodies lying in the audience, and their arms were weakly sagging to the aisle. These were the guards that prevented him from setting up the stage, but he turned them into part of the stage background.

He wiped the stock for the fourth time, and he could only confirm that it was wiped clean after the fourth time.

A piece of dust may cause the precision gun to malfunction. In order to ensure that the performance is foolproof, he must confirm that it is wiped clean before each use, and he can only confirm that it is wiped clean after the fourth time.

Anyway, it's clean now.

Four times will definitely be clean.

Perhaps to outsiders, his behavior is a bit stern, but only picky people can do this special business well. It relieves customers and frees the prey.

There are four bullets in the gun.

Each one is filled with magical energy, each one is comparable to the sword of the monk Raslan, each one makes his art splatter, and each one is a peerless work. It can turn into thick smoke, and these smokes can make the attachment manifest in the darkness.

His customers are generous, but shouldn't the top painters be equipped with the top brushes? Ink also needs to choose the best one.

These exquisite bullets came from the Kashuli Arsenal, and the purple magic liquid was concentrated in a transparent needle.

He hid the magazine in his shoulder armor, put it on his shoulders, and covered it with a cloak, which is why he looks high and low.

Artists must always be more independent in order to gain attention from others.

He had wiped it clean, but the gun was in his right hand, and the temptation was too strong.

He felt alive only when the gun fire was spitting out.

He knew he shouldn't do this, but he still unfolded the black eel-skinned bodysuit. He stroked the surface of the leather jacket with the fingertips of his left hand, and the smooth leather surface made him breathe rapidly.

A tight leather mask was placed on the piano and looked at him with a smile.

He took the black hood to cover his hair and ears, picked up the leather mask, and then couldn't help but slide the mask onto his face.

The mask covered his right eye and mouth, limiting his breathing, and eliminating his sense of depth of field.

It's refreshing.

The purpose of wearing a headband is to allow others to see his mask no matter which angle they look at him, and they will not be able to get attention from their abrupt facial features. Everyone wears a mask, and his workmanship is better, and it would be a pity if they don't show it clearly.

The tall and thin Kadajin walked gracefully around the piano, holding an iron stick in his hand, and there seemed to be another mystery inside. He used his stick to light the floor of the stage, and beat the ground rhythmically for three consecutive strokes, and then the fourth stroke.

This is creating strong voices. He uses echoes in the theater to confirm how the performance sounds are. The theater always puts effort into this, and he is very satisfied with the answer he hears.

A perfect work not only needs to have a very impactful color composition, but its sound is also a delicate bonus, because his works are always fleeting and flashy. Only himself and the prey themselves can experience that wonderful and beautiful moment.

Beauty is pain.

And art is worthy of pain.

Just as he put on his shoulder armor, the bell rang, which was the bell he hid at the foot of the piano, and was pulled from a thin line extending to the corridor.

It seems that the audience is about to be in place.

He calmly straightened his mask, lifted his cloak and sat before the piano. He spent weeks practicing to learn this instrument, and now he will use the music he played as the beginning of the grand performance.

He began to focus on his soft prelude with his hands wearing leather gloves. A cold light hit him through the gap in the ceiling, like a spotlight on the stage, and the audience was coming at the right time.

The gate of the corridor was suddenly violently broken open, and the fully armed shield guards covered their companions behind them and rushed into the audience first.

Then there was a guard holding a Hex Technology gun, with a searchlight on the gun head, and beams of light quickly scanned the audience, making the air become restless in an instant.

The guards were uniformly wearing prominent night vision goggles and gas masks. The beret on their heads was embedded with Firos's family badge, and the protective gear on their bodies also emitted a blue light unique to the Hex crystal, which was not just a simple armor.

Surrounded by the guards, Kamil was wearing a smooth and tight gray tuxedo, with his right hand on his slender waist, very close to the winch on his side of his legs, and he could activate the deadly hook rope by exploring it at any time.

She had no expression on her face and was imposing. Her eyes looked straight ahead. The moment the door was broken, she saw the Jhin playing solo on the stage.

I really hope that his mysterious tricks can get him a chance to breathe.

The guards surrounded Camil and rushed into the theater, keeping their shooting posture close to the Jin, while scanning around for any dark corners where accomplices might be hidden, but they were left at their feet.

Jin used a little magic in the trap, allowing them to be completely hidden, perfectly integrated into the background, and turned into iron pieces scattered in the ruins.

These discordant sounds did not affect Jin's performance. Even if the dazzling light swept across the corners of his eyes, the threat of death enveloped him, it could not affect him at all.

If the show is interrupted, he will be very... very annoyed.

He saw the target's face, with sharp outlines and beautiful symmetrical. This was a boring and clichéd picture. If taken down, the mask he made would definitely be bad.

How boring the symmetry is, he has to make her face... more interesting.

The guards approached the stage in three directions, occupying three aisles, leaving no escape for Jin to escape.

He calculated his steps and ended the opening performance and covered the piano.

The stage is ready, the curtain rises, and the actors are ready.

The performance begins.

Just at the right time, a guard stepped on the trap he planted, and the slowly rotating petals immediately bit each other, tightly slinging the guard's ankle.

In panic, he twitched his feet hard, but it was as if he was trapped in a quagmire and could not extricate himself.

The magic vortex turned under his feet, bursting with deep fear.

The audience is also an actor. Even through the ugly mask, Jin could feel the fear overflowing from his face.

Excellent! Extraordinary!

You will be poetic...

You will be incredible...
Chapter completed!