Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

The bullets Sherlock gave to Fren were originally just ordinary bullets.

But before leaving get off work this time, Fren went to the office of the head of the policy department on the third floor of the city hall.

Fren knew that Secretary Matthew McMahon was accustomed to using firearms for assassinations.

Upon hearing Fren's words, Secretary McMahon confirmed that the office door was closed, and then pressed some mechanism under the desk.

The filing cabinet, filled with documents, popped open, revealing weapons covering half the wall.

Without exception, everything from firearms to bullets was made of alchemical metal. In addition, there were throwing knives, short swords, long swords, and blades similar to samurai swords.

It seems that Secretary McMahon is skilled with firearms, but also quite proficient with melee weapons.

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"My wife is just an ordinary person; she cleans the house all the time, so my weapons aren't suitable for hiding at home." Secretary McMahon pushed up his glasses and then pointed to the weapons, saying, "Choose any; the garden is reimbursable."

Fren thanked him and then selected two boxes of 15mm bullets.

After Secretary McMahon confirmed that the revolver in Fren's hand could withstand the power of alchemical bullets, he began to chase him away, saying, "Alchemical bullets have greater recoil, but you shouldn't need to worry about that."

Secretary McMahon didn't elaborate on the extent of the recoil, but now Fren understood.

A single bullet caused bone fractures and muscle strains in the body, which was reinforced with muscles and bones.

But for Fren, it's really not a big problem.

Previously, a few shots from a regular 15mm bullet could turn your hand into a mangled rag doll, but now even alchemical bullets only cause bone fractures. Furen is quite satisfied with his progress.

He raised his hand and fired; Fren didn't need to aim at all. The moment his hand gripped the gun, the gun became an integral part of his body, this intricate machine.

Three alchemical bullets were fired. Furen didn't aim for the limbs or similar areas; instead, he aimed for the brainstem, cervical vertebrae, and spine.

If even one arrow hits, it will directly affect the scythe man's combat power.

The scythe-wielding man's intuition was equally sharp; the speed of the alchemical bullets was incomparable to that of ordinary bullets. At such close range, and given that he couldn't see the bullet's trajectory, he had no time to dodge and could only take the hit head-on.

His muscles bulged and expanded instantly, a muscle enhancement technique that Furen was very familiar with.

But the scythe-wielding man exhibited something different; his skin hardened, and a scaly stratum corneum appeared.

His defenses were indeed impressive. The bullets exploded after embedding themselves in his skin, but he was only left with a bloody mess and was still able to stand up and keep running.

However, his speed was also affected, and after being caught up by Fren, he could only fight back with his scythe.

This scythe is quite formidable, but it was chipped in several places by the gold-plated rapier and not cut in half.

"You used this kind of bullet to shoot me?" Blood trickled from the corner of the scythe-wielding man's mouth, and the area hit by the bullet gradually withered, only managed to be temporarily suppressed by him using other abilities.

The explosive power is secondary; the metallic properties within it are the bullet's true strength.

He also learned self-healing abilities later in life, but these bullets, born from killing, are naturally designed to counter self-healing.

Even if he escaped, without timely mystical healing, he would surely die. That's precisely why he chose to turn back and continue fighting Fren.

"What?" Furen said calmly, while continuously brandishing his sword.

The scythe-wielding man possessed immense strength; the sound of the scythe cutting through the air could only be heard after the scythe clashed with the alchemical rapier.

Furen couldn't keep up with such brute speed, but every muscle in the scythe-wielding man's body told Furen where the scythe was going to strike, making blocking it incredibly easy for him.

Of course, Fren would be injured after catching each heavy attack. But under [Self-Healing], apart from gaining self-healing experience points, it had no other effect on Fren.

"A bullet of this caliber would cost 500 ducats, wouldn't it?" The scythe-wielding man knew he was about to die, but he still couldn't help thinking about the price; this was part of his professional ethics as a mercenary.

"688 each, group purchase discounts available." When taking the alchemical bullet, Secretary McMahon had Frun sign it, and Frun naturally knew the price of the bullet.

"We only get 2000 ducats a month as mercenaries!"

"My suit costs 45000 ducats. Besides, these bullets will be reimbursed, so why should I care about how much they cost?" Since Fren was out doing dirty work, he naturally had to take precautions, and the Lagerfeld suit with its strong defensive capabilities was a must-have.

He just didn't expect that hiring mercenaries would be so cheap.

You're only making 2000 ducats a month? What are you doing?

Upon hearing the number spoken by Furen, the mercenary trembled. Furen seized the opportunity and precisely stabbed the eye socket, reaching straight to the brain.

This time, as expected, the red patterns on the sword became even more vibrant, more conspicuous than the black patterns. Furen could feel some substance being drawn from the scythe-wielding man's body and entering the sword.

The scythe-wielding man's other eye gradually darkened, but it remained fixed on the suit worn by Fren.

With that much money, you must be crazy to become an assassin, right?

"Mr. Sunflower is so great!"

Miss Joel had already dealt with the situation there. After seeing that Fren had taken care of the two mercenaries, she started clapping, providing plenty of emotional value.

But to Fren, it sounded a bit like a kindergarten teacher telling a child, "You folded your blankets by yourself today, that's really great!"

"Mr. Sunflower is really amazing, he's improved so fast!"

Miss Joel, now free from her "Princess of Thorns" mode, looked surprised. Only four days had passed since her last mission with Mr. Fren. Yet, Mr. Fren had not only successfully landed a job, but his physical abilities had also undergone a near-complete transformation.

With the addition of ripples, its combat power has increased several times over.

The two men washed their hands and weapons in the bathroom of the traitor's house, then carried the ladder and toolbox and left the way they came.

There was envy in Joel's eyes. "To be able to take up a job so quickly, Mr. Fren is very talented, while I am just a woman with brute force."

I've tried many professions, but I can only become a witch, and I'm only a level three witch right now. I don't know when I'll be able to advance to the intermediate level.

The more unique a person's personality and the stronger their will, the fewer professions they can resonate with. In Fren's view, it's normal that there are few professions suitable for Joel.

In fact, if it weren't for the cheat-like all-seeing ability, Furen wouldn't know what kind of profession would suit someone with his extremely stable emotions.

"Miss Joel is also very capable. A profession doesn't represent everything," Fren comforted her. "Profession and ability are just tools. How far you can go still depends on yourself."

Hearing Fren's words, Joel nodded. "The headmaster said the same thing! I will definitely continue to work hard to make this country cleaner."

After returning the clothes, Floren said goodbye to Joel and then drove back to the manor.

As soon as he entered the gate, Furen suddenly frowned. What had that dead bird been doing in the house?