Chapter 246: Red and Black (Asking for base monthly votes)

Knock knock knock.

A slightly urgent knocking sound echoed in the office.

A voice permeated with weakness and indifference drifted out:

"Please come in."

Lu Mi turned the handle, pushed open the vermilion door, and saw that pale, thin young man.

He was wearing a blue shirt, a black vest, and dark formal wear, standing beside a wide desk, looking toward the door.

After discovering that the visitor was Bono Goodwill, this assistant secretary named Tibert Jacques laughed:

"Don't worry, decay is a fate that all things cannot escape. Humans are like this, and organizations are like this, and once decay begins, all kinds of problems will appear..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lu Mi approach him in a few steps and immediately became vigilant, blurting out:

"What are you doing..."

Bang! Lu Mi threw a punch, accompanied by fiercely burning crimson flames.

This interrupted Tibert's words, forcing him to instinctively raise his hand and frame this punch with his forearm.

The firelight flashed and disappeared, scorching his sleeve black.

At the same time, he heard a voice filled with extreme mockery:

"So weak?"

Lu Mi's original plan was to use an attack method like covering his fist with flames, which wouldn't cause much commotion and wouldn't be noticed by the surrounding staff, to surprise the enemy, take the opportunity to pull out "Fallen Mercury," create a wound on the other party, and then, before the target came back to his senses, forcibly cross him and escape from the balcony of this earth-yellow building where the MP's office was located.

During this process, he could use fireballs, "Fire Crow Art," etc., to slow down the enemy, and even if he suffered a bit of injury, he had to escape to a nearby alley before Hugues Artois's security personnel and the red-haired lady and other campaign team members could react, drilling into the underground Trier. Anyway, the "armor" manufactured by flames could scorch pathogens. In the case of short contact time, Lu Mi was unlikely to be infected with the disease. Even if there were some omissions, the symptoms would be relatively mild, enough to support him until six o'clock in the morning.

If it really didn't work, he could still go find Franca and borrow half a bottle of healing potion.

With the elderly physique of the scavenger Ruel, he could only develop symptoms one or two hours after coming into contact with the diseased thick phlegm. Lu Mi believed that he himself would have no problem at all.

Of course, the premise was that that mouthful of thick phlegm belonged to Tibert's relatively powerful means, and he couldn't manufacture a potent disease that would break out in one or two minutes. If it were otherwise, Lu Mi also had flames that could be used for self-protection.

And now, through the short exchange, he discovered that Tibert Jacques was much weaker than he had imagined!

This made Lu Mi instantly change his mind.

Silently, a layer of crimson flames covered his body.

Those flames were like flowing water, and with his skin, hair, clothes, and hat, they were separated by a vacuum layer that couldn't be seen, floating there, constantly burning, constantly flowing.

Inside Lu Mi's body, balls of crimson continued to emerge, merging into them.

This made Lu Mi look like he was wearing a crimson cloak covering his whole body. Between the jumping tongues of fire, his disguised face and blue eyes that seemed to have two flames burning were vaguely presented.

With a slap, he dropped the dark-colored walking stick in his hand and bombarded Tibert with another fist wreathed in flames.

On the handle of that walking stick, the crimson was still burning, scorching the places where handprints, fingerprints, and sweat would be left.

Bang bang bang, Tibert was beaten back two steps, as if facing a flame storm, what was reflected in his eyes was all jumping crimson.

He made a rattling sound and suddenly spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Lu Mi.

That yellow-with-green thick phlegm was blocked by the "flame cloak" and instantly burned away, making a sizzling sound.

Bang bang bang! Lu Mi's arms, wreathed in crimson flames, swung continuously, suppressing Tibert into the corner of the office, making him lean against the wall, close to the cabinet, unable to escape, unable to retreat, and only able to passively perform parrying with both arms.

Seeing that the "Disease Phlegm" couldn't exert its effect, and the temperature of the air around him was getting higher and higher under the scorching of the scattered flames and the influence of the high-temperature source, making his skin begin to burn, Tibert felt a tightness in his heart and was about to call for help loudly.

But before he could, Lu Mi's flame fist came crashing down, hitting his arm, shaking his whole person with a tremor, and the words were forcibly blocked in his throat.

Tibert wanted to call for help again and again, but was interrupted by the other party just right again and again, while his ears kept echoing with the enemy's low voice:

"Just this much strength?"

"How dare a weak chick like you spit everywhere?"

"Didn't the god you believe in tell you not to behave uncivilized?"

"I'll find a hundred homeless people, and each person will spit a mouthful of phlegm into your mouth!"

These mocking words irritated Tibert's eyes until they were red. He briefly forgot about calling for help, only wanting to make the other party ulcerate and die.

One after another, translucent blisters emerged on his exposed skin, filled with pale-yellow-with-black disgusting liquid.

Bang bang bang!

Lu Mi's flame fist burned Tibert's sleeve and broke the translucent blisters there, but the pale-yellow-with-black disgusting liquid failed to come into contact with his skin, first being burned by a round of flames, and subsequently blocked by the gloves.

And those pathogens remaining on the surface of the gloves also died rapidly under the subsequent crimson flames that emerged.

In the continuous but non-fatal strikes, in the environment where the temperature was getting higher and higher, all the translucent blisters broke on their own. Those pale-yellow-with-black liquids evaporated with a sizzling sound, forming mist that was almost invisible to the naked eye around Tibert.

But these mists were either burned away by the flames or melted by the high temperature, unable to penetrate the "flame cloak" and erode Lu Mi's body.

At this time, Tibert, who had been painfully beaten several times, recovered from the "provocation" and was about to open his mouth again to call for help loudly.

The high-temperature gas and scattered flames followed the bombardment of Lu Mi's fist and drilled into Tibert's mouth, burning him until his expression was twisted, and he couldn't even let out a scream.

"Does it feel good? Does it feel good?"

"Did you think about today's ending when you spat everywhere?"

"Killing you and killing a chicken are no different!"

Lu Mi stared fixedly at Tibert's eyes, watching the emotions of despair, terror, and begging for mercy gradually emerge in his pupils.

He didn't stop, and the fist wreathed in crimson flames launched another round of rain-like strikes.

He didn't think about bypassing Tibert's arms; every punch hit there.

In the muffled sound of bang, Lu Mi suddenly stopped and withdrew his hands.

Tibert stood leaning against the wall, his eyes hollow, motionless.

The flames on Lu Mi's body suddenly disappeared like a river flowing backward, leaving only a bit of crimson remaining where his footprints were.

He didn't even look at Tibert, bent down to pick up the walking stick, and took out Mr. K's finger, pressing a fingerprint on the wall beside Tibert.

After finishing these things, Lu Mi took off his half-high top hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed to Tibert.

Then, he crossed the prey that was as dull as a statue, walked into the balcony, and from the edge shrouded in shadows, stuck to the wall, and jumped easily to the side of the earth-yellow building.

It wasn't until this moment that there was some awareness upstairs. Several people ran out and looked outside, but Lu Mi's figure had already merged into the dark alley.

At the same time, a muffled sound came from inside the dull-standing Tibert.

Rumble!

He suddenly exploded from the inside out, and pieces of flesh and internal organs, carrying a bit of crimson flame, were scattered everywhere.

"Fire Injection"!

"Pyromaniac's" "Fire Injection"!

Before Lu Mi left, Tibert was actually nearly dead. His internal organs and brain had been occupied by the injected flames, and afterward, it was mainly destroying his spirit.

Lu Mi changed his mind temporarily, not using the fastest and simplest method to kill Tibert, for three reasons:

One is that the Montsouris ghost taking action might affect Tibert's family. If there is a choice, it's better not to use it if possible, although those people have probably already become evil god believers. Two is using internal explosion to manufacture a scene of flesh and blood everywhere, combined with Mr. K's fingerprint, to lead the subsequent investigation to the "Aurora Order," and using this to clearly imply that Tibert is an evil god believer. Three is to use the period of time when "Fire Injection" delays the explosion to destroy Tibert's spirit, maximizing the impact on the evil god believer's "spirit medium" harvest.

In addition, there is a reason that is not a reason, and that is using this kind of method of beating him up and scolding him to kill Tibert makes him feel more comfortable.

Before long, seven or eight people, including Hugues Artois and that red-haired lady and the gold-rimmed glasses secretary, arrived at the door of Tibert Jacques.

They saw the flesh, fragments, and internal organs all over the floor, and saw a large amount of charred traces.

This scene of red and black interlaced had great visual impact, making the people who arrived silent for a while.

"Who did it?" Hugues Artois asked, looking slightly terrified.

In his view, killing Tibert and leaving such a scene was warning him, giving him a death notice!

Otherwise, who would go find trouble with an assistant secretary?

The red-haired lady glanced at Hugues Artois and said in a neutral tone:

"The one who took action looks like a 'Pyromaniac,' or even more powerful. With Tibert's strength, he should have been killed within ten seconds, but the attacker chose to spend more time on the ability."

"His purpose seems to be to manufacture such a scene. This is the style of that group of lunatics from the 'Aurora Order'."

Hugues Artois's pupils shrank, and he was silent for two seconds before saying:

"Why would the 'Aurora Order' target me?"

"Don't know." The red-haired lady gazed deeply at Hugues Artois and shook her head.

After the official Beyonders began the investigation, the people belonging to the original campaign team returned to Hugues Artois's office.

The red-haired lady looked at the secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses:

"What has Tibert done recently?"

"He was irritable due to long-term illness, deliberately discarded handkerchiefs carrying diseases, and killed two elderly scavengers without children." The secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses answered truthfully, "This matter has already been suppressed by me."

The red-haired lady said as if talking to herself:

"Two elderly scavengers without children... Tibert's death seems to really point to the MP."

PS: Asking for base monthly votes~

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 247 =====