"We should give our actions over the past two days a higher name. Holding the musket, Penny watched as the big cats dragged the captured New Eden agents out of the fortifications, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Akemi beside him: "What do Earth players generally name themselves. ”

"Then it depends on the guy's mood, so, Penny, how are you feeling right now. Akemi, who was having her left hand bandaged by her sister, replied with a smile.

"It's great.,Speaking of which,This time I really didn't expect that the guy who had contact with the New Eden Intelligence Intranet would actually surrender.。 Speaking of which, Penny looked to the other side, and a long time appeared on the scene with her long-barreled musket in her right hand, from the beginning, this girl formed a shooting team with Jiuye on the bell tower not far away, and killed at least four mages in the battle, these crazy people who wanted to make a big shot were all shot in the forehead, and used each other's bodies and hundreds of gold coins to break the armor piercing bullet together, interpreting the fact that the long-standing marksmanship and wealth are abundant.

"What are you talking about, by the way, and the Marceaus. Long looked at the scene and noticed that two cats were missing: "It seems that Al is also missing." ”

"We were talking about how to give our operation a name, tall and big. Penny said.

"As for Marceau, didn't two guys run away on horseback, and he and Al chased them out on a new two-wheeled vehicle. Akemi added.

"Hah, Marceau can ride that thing?" thought for a moment, as if Marceau had never played with a two-wheeled wheeled vehicle.

"To be exact, it's the El-Guild, and Marceau is responsible for providing firepower in the back seat. Penny said, "It's okay, I let the steppe elf druid team follow, they follow in the sky and will help us find them." ”

"So what are we waiting for? She asked, and as she walked, she took out her pouch and loaded the long-barreled musket in her hand: "Babarim, you come with me!"

"Ahh

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"They're going left!" Marceau looked at the sky, and the steppe elf druids made an arrow mark in the sky, indicating the escape route of the two guys.

The two-wheeled wheeled vehicle roared through the street past a carriage, and turned left in front of it, and as soon as he crossed the road, Al who was driving it immediately noticed the target who was galloping: "I see them! These guys are running fast enough!"

Because it took a lot of time to get on and reverse the car before, now the two kittens have caught up with the target, and if it weren't for the help of the druids, these two guys would have run early.

"I said if you could shoot it more steadily!" Marceau raised his musket, but quickly lowered it—holding the fire in this shaking environment like his own massage chair, afraid that the bullet would hit the unlucky man far more than the target.

"My sisters just assembled it, and they haven't installed the full shock absorption system yet!" Al said, following the two targets and turning towards the street on the right, "Get out of the way!"

The human citizen in front of the vehicle jumped away at the last moment, and the two kittens stopped screaming - almost killing them.

"I'm afraid you and the guy who rode the horse before are crazy!" the citizen let out a disgruntled roar.

"It's the New Eden crumbs ahead!" Marceau looked back to give an explanation, and then felt the body crooked, and the kitten was almost thrown out.

Looking back, the reflex nerve controlled the cat cub to lower its head in 0.1 seconds, and let a beam thicker than the cat's waist, and the two porters, who were puzzled by someone controlling the horse to jump over the beam, watched the two kittens drive a strange engineering machine through them quickly: "What are you guys doing here?!"

"Chase!" Marceau didn't dare to turn back this time, he looked at the three-way intersection in front of him that was getting closer and closer, watching the two targets move separately, Marceau blew a whistle, pointed to the right side of the prairie elves, and then patted Al's shoulder with his left hand: "Let's chase the left!"

"No problem!" Al turned his direction, and the wheeled car quickly rounded the open door and followed the horses in front of him through the alley, "Hold me!

Marceau hurriedly hugged Al's waist, and the wheeled car made a bend almost against the street.

"I never knew this thing could open like this!

"You get what you pay for, thank you. ”

The two kittens, touting each other, gradually approached their target, and Marceau pulled out a megaphone: "Guy in front!

"Die, aliens!" the target gestured back with a middle finger without looking back.

Then a single cobweb technique dragged him off his horse.

"Wow. Al stopped the car, he looked at the cobwebs stuck to the sides of the street, then at the target tied into a dumpling in the center of the web, turned around and poked Marceau in the stomach with his elbow: "Your hand controls the direction of the cobweb, it's like a work of art!"

"Practice makes perfect, thank you. ”

The two kittens, who continued to tout with each other, got out of the car, and Al pulled out his holy acolyte certificate and showed it to the human city guards who were surrounding them with unkind faces: "We are after the lackeys of this new Eden!"

"You lie! You aliens will hunt me down without asking questions!" The target cried in the middle of the cobweb, like a normal person of one hundred and twenty pounds.

Marceau shook his head as he looked at the red cross that jumped out of his head to represent the lie that had not been detected, and he really didn't know how to describe this stupid guy who had no acting skills but no brains.

Seeing the unlucky bastard in the cobweb, the city guard, who had originally drawn his weapons, looked at his companions, and finally put away his weapons: "It is very dangerous for you to speed through the streets! And you, shaman, you must have the head of your temple come to the city lord's palace of Provence to explain!"

"Okay, but we're going to leave this guy to the temple district. Al said.

"That's no problem, you've got the scraps of New Eden, and it's up to you to decide what to do. After the leader of the city guards finished speaking, he was pulled by the corner of his clothes by his companion behind him.

Marceau watched the little man finish speaking in his ear, and as the leader looked at him in surprise, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Al.

The latter noticed this, and the kitten cub, whose mouth was raised, patted Marceau's shoulder: "Looks like it recognizes you." ”

As it turned out, the city guard walked up to Marceau: "Excuse me, are you...... Marceau of Palounst?"

"Ah, if there were no siblings, I would. Marceau replied with a smile.

"I'm really sorry, it's rude that I didn't recognize you before, but the two of you ......" "I know, we won't make it difficult for you, and we will compensate for what we bumped into before." Naturally, Marceau will not make things difficult for these natives, besides, he has money in his pocket, and even if the temple district thinks that even if he is unwilling to reimburse him, the cat cub will not be in pain—he smashed two fruit stalls and crushed a dog with him.

"That's so much appreciated. The city guard nodded: "Mr. Marceau, do you need us to contact Mr. City Lord for you?" ”

"Okay, we're sure this guy should be the head of New Eden in Provence, if the city lord can join in the torture of him, he will definitely be able to get useful information in the first place. Marceau pointed to the target in the web.

And at this time, Al had already plugged this guy's mouth with a rag - at least before he was sentenced, this guy must be intact.