Lanevus, enduring the barrage of demon-hunting bullets, actually leaped up and revived.
He looked at Caesar, a crazy smile appearing in his eyes.
"Very good, you're quite impressive. I misjudged you just now."
He laughed maniacally, clutching his stomach and saying, "But you see, I've come back from the dead. The God is on my side. Hahaha."
"Nighthawks! Lanevus, you are surrounded!"
Caesar shouted loudly, quickly retreating to put distance between himself and Lanevus.
He, of course, had no reinforcements; he was shouting this purely to bluff Lanevus.
However, Lanevus himself was a swindler, and he didn't believe a word Caesar said.
Hearing Caesar's shout, the smile on his face grew even brighter.
He drew a dagger from his waist and charged towards Caesar.
One step, two steps!
His speed was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, the distance between them had shrunk to less than a meter.
Just then, he suddenly saw Caesar raise a bell.
"Ding-a-ling."
Caesar infused his spirituality into the bell, and a crisp sound followed.
This sound seemed to echo in one's mind, affecting Lanevus's thoughts.
Soon, the crazed, cunning smile on Lanevus's face disappeared.
He stood blankly in place, his arm holding the dagger naturally dropping, his eyes unfocused and distant.
Seizing this opportunity, Caesar once again put distance between himself and Lanevus.
He had originally intended to use the chance to reload his revolver, but he hadn't expected Lanevus to quickly break free from control.
His eyes once again became fierce, and he pounced on Caesar.
He wanted to slaughter this bastard who had ruined his plans and tormented him!
"Ding-a-ling."
Seeing this, Caesar didn't hesitate, immediately raising the bell again and shaking it after infusing it with spirituality.
Just like that, the two fell into a strange stalemate.
Caesar rang the bell, Lanevus was controlled; Caesar took the opportunity to create distance, Lanevus quickly broke free from control and attacked again, and Caesar would ring the bell again.
Their actions were almost like children playing, but Caesar knew how dangerous the situation was.
He was only a Sequence 9 Secrets Suppliant, and the spirituality in his body was not enough to sustain this Mystical Item for long.
The spirituality in his body was rapidly draining, making it difficult to maintain the Mystical Item's operation, and the time he could control Lanevus became shorter and shorter.
The latter clearly noticed this, and a sneer began to appear on his face, "Are you waiting to die?"
"I'm waiting for you to have a baby."
Caesar retorted.
Lanevus's smile froze.
He looked down at his abdomen, as if recalling what had happened earlier, and murderous intent quickly appeared in his eyes.
He stopped talking and instead relentlessly attacked and charged, forcing Caesar to use the Mystical Item more frequently.
The distance between them gradually closed.
I still have two demon-hunting bullets, but they don't seem to have any effect on him.
Caesar gritted his teeth, secretly pondering how to deal with Lanevus.
Damn it, if it doesn't work, I'll fight him to the death!
Just as Caesar was about to raise his gun and fight Lanevus desperately, he suddenly saw Lanevus's body stiffen abruptly.
Many tumors appeared on his face, and his expression became twisted and painful.
Could it be that he's losing control again?
Caesar thought to himself, not relaxing his vigilance in the slightest.
And it was at this moment that the series of commotions finally disturbed the sleeping people in the asylum.
Lights in many rooms lit up, some patients peered down from windows, and several people who looked like doctors and nurses also appeared at the entrance of the ward.
Lanevus pressed his face, and the squirming tumors subsided slightly.
He glanced at the gradually bustling scene, then glared at Caesar with hatred.
Then, without any hesitation, he turned and ran towards the altar.
Caesar saw Lanevus flee and immediately chased after him with his gun, but he maintained a certain distance from the other party.
Lanevus was truly cunning, and he feared it was a trap to lure him in.
Lanevus completely ignored Caesar.
He ran stumbling, rushed to the altar, and suddenly bent down into a squat.
When he stood up again, there was a handbag in his right hand.
Caesar recalled that it was the item he had been carrying when he first entered Hood Eugen's ward.
He was really going to escape!
Caesar raised his gun, aimed, and fired at Lanevus's head from a distance of about ten meters.
"Bang!"
With one shot, Lanevus tripped.
When he stood up, his steps became wobbly, but he still ran without stopping.
"Bang!"
The second shot rang out, and the bottom of Lanevus's handbag was shot through.
As he ran, bundles of banknotes spilled out onto the ground with a rustle.
Holy cow, what a coincidence.
Caesar marveled at his random marksmanship, but his gaze was quickly drawn to the large pile of banknotes on the ground.
How many pounds could such a large pile of banknotes be?
Lanevus's body suddenly stiffened.
He looked back at the banknotes scattered on the ground, then looked up at Caesar, his eyes filled with venom.
Don't look at me, I didn't expect it to be so accurate.
Caesar thought to himself, but on his face, he showed a confident smile to Lanevus, as if the two shots just now had been precisely aimed.
Just as Caesar thought Lanevus would grab a handful of cash and leave, or fight him to the death, he actually tossed away the tattered handbag decisively.
Then, without looking back, he accelerated and rushed out of the asylum's main gate, running into the Darkness beyond the streetlights, and thus disappeared.
He was so cunning, vicious, and mad, but most importantly, he valued his own life.
Caesar dared not slack off.
With his demon-hunting bullets used up, he took out spare ordinary bullets from his holster and loaded them into his revolver.
Then he jogged over to the pile of banknotes.
My goodness, so much money.
Looking at the stacks of beautifully printed banknotes, spread out so lavishly before him, Caesar felt a little dizzy for a moment.
How many people's money had that bastard Lanevus swindled!
Along with his two gunshots, the asylum was completely awakened.
Patients began to shout and make a commotion, and the anxious voices of doctors and nurses followed.
Several guards, clustered around a doctor, cautiously approached Caesar.
"Mr. Cardini, I've already called the police. Please put down your gun and don't make any more mistakes!"
That doctor was Caesar's former attending physician, Dr. Wilde.
He looked at Caesar, covered in blood (splattered from Hood Eugen), and surprisingly remained calm, even offering advice, "You must have done this wrong because you were scared."
He seemed to think that Caesar had had a relapse and was randomly firing shots and killing people.
Well, judging from the scene, it really did look that way.
"Called the police? That's great, saves me the trouble of calling them myself."
However, to his surprise, when Caesar heard him say that, a relaxed smile actually appeared on his face.
It was perfect; the police would also hand the matter over to the Nighthawks, so he wouldn't have to bother with it.
It was just a pity that Lanevus had escaped.
Dr. Wilde was very startled to see him like this, and for a moment, he couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
"Don't look at me like that, Dr. Wilde, I'm not sick."
Caesar smiled, patting the brain matter and bloodstains on his body, "Don't just stand there, I'm waiting for you to give me a certificate of sanity."
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