Bang! Bang! Bang!
Klein held a revolver rented from the Cragg Club with one hand, continuously pulling the trigger, hitting the target accurately, with the worst shots at least in the eight-ring.
After many rounds of bullets, plus the ability to control his body beyond ordinary people after becoming a "Joker," his marksmanship had become quite good.
If I keep practicing for a few more months, I could call myself a marksman... Klein satisfiedly opened the cylinder, shook out the casings, and amid the clattering sounds, turned to look at
"Very good." The equestrian instructor Talim had taken off his black woolen overcoat and light gray sweater, and assumed a boxing stance, saying, "Come on, let me see your fighting level. I can tell you frankly, I have been trained as a squire since childhood and have never let it go."
As an extraordinary being, if I can't even beat a trained ordinary man, then I might as well not be human! Klein grumbled inwardly, not taking off his double-breasted long coat, putting away the revolver, stepping sideways two steps, and making a "you can start" gesture to Talim.
He had wanted to crook his finger to build up the atmosphere, but thinking of the other's strength, he couldn't be bothered to waste his energy.
Talim was rather excited about this; he bounced on the spot a few times, then suddenly stepped forward quickly and threw a right hook.
Klein blocked and grabbed with his left hand, then bent low and twisted his waist, reached out with his right palm, and smoothly performed a back throw.
Thud, Talim flew out and landed on his back—Klein hadn't used full force, just used inertia to throw him off him.
"Impressive!" Talim quickly stood up and gave a thumbs up, "As expected of a famous detective, your marksmanship and fighting skills are excellent."
I just beat a weakling like you, where did you see my high level of combat? Klein thought to himself, then asked with a smile: "Since you know now, can you tell me what kind of commission your friend wants?"
"Hehe, he'll be at the club soon, you can talk yourselves." Talim rubbed his back with the back of his hand, "I don't know the specifics either. By the way, he's a journalist,
"Okay." Klein didn't ask further and continued practicing shooting, but not just the revolver; also the shotgun, single-shot rifle, and repeating rifle, ensuring that in future situations, he could quickly handle any firearm around.
Approaching noon, he returned to the first floor, entered the cafeteria, and got a portion of roast chicken, a piece of pan-fried beef short ribs, and the club's limited-edition cream cheese baked lobster.
After putting these down, Klein also got Feneport seafood rice, fruit salad, oyster consommé, and marquis black tea.
Faced with this lavish lunch, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and silently praised the Goddess.
If he ate this outside, this meal would probably cost 3 Soule... Klein alternated between using silver knife and fork and spoon, eating very contentedly.
Just as he was about finishing the food on the table, Talim Dumont came over with a man wearing a heavy coat and a half-high top hat.
"Detective Moriarty, this is the friend I mentioned, Mike Joseph. Mike, this is the famous detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty." Talim introduced them with a smile.
"Pleased to meet you." Mike took off his hat and bowed.
He looked around thirty, with sparse eyebrows, rough skin, and noticeably large pores.
However, his facial features were still good, his blue eyes especially charming, and along with two handsome mustaches, he had a certain mature charm.
Klein couldn't help touching his own thickening and increasing stubble around his lips, stood up to invite the other to sit, and said with a smile: "Today's cream cheese baked lobster is not bad, you two should try it."
"Okay." Mike Joseph didn't refuse, took a plate, made a round, and got a lot of food.
"He came in a hurry and hasn't had lunch yet." Talim explained with a smile for his friend, and placed a stack of newspapers on the table.
"I can tell." Klein put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and leisurely drank his black tea.
He had eaten very contentedly.
At this moment, Mike Joseph came back with two plates of food, quickly ate a few bites to line his stomach, then looked up at Klein: "Detective Moriarty, have you heard about the recent serial murders?"
"The ones where organs are removed?" Klein's heart stirred, and he asked briefly in return.
Talim beside him nodded and said emotionally: "Indeed, every detective is paying attention to this serial murder case."