【22:45】【IBC Gate】

Lin Fei kicked up, and his long white legs revealed a strange beauty under the night sky.

It's a pity that neither teammates nor enemies have the leisure to care about beauty.

The fighting spirit wrapped around her legs flew out like a razor, rushing into the enemy formation, which could almost be said to be the ocean, and instantly knocked down three or five members of the garrison.

With this blow, Lin panted slightly, his cheeks flushed with the blush after exercise, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his body. Her teammates weren't getting any better either, with Dudley having largely abandoned close combat, mostly using pistols to support the strikers' movements. Even among the elite of the Investigators, Dudley was a little overwhelmed by the enemies who were taking turns to fight.

Wen Caier still has strength, but a person's strength is limited after all, and it is only a matter of time before he will be dragged down by the enemy.

This is true even for the elite, let alone the ordinary cops.

It's not just a fight anymore.

As long as you think about a normal commander, you will never use this tactic. Blindly attacking regardless of efficiency, reckless consequences, and losses. It's simply a combination of wheel warfare and a war of attrition.

Coupled with the pressure brought by the combatants who have greatly strengthened their own qualities after taking True Knowledge, the police line has retreated again and again.

Missed in such a place.

Dudley rationally analyzes the number and strength of the enemy. The answer is that if your side will definitely fail, it is just a matter of time.

However, now Kia is the most important, like a great player in chess. If he is taken captive by Joachim, then he will not be able to return to heaven.

Reinforcements...... Even if it's just a little bit...... Want reinforcements......

Dudley couldn't help but think of the man who was revered as the patron saint of Crossbell, the Sword of the Wind Saint Arios.

It's a pity that he went on a mission and was not in the country.

Yes, martyrdom here?

It feels good too. It is much better to fall under the hands of the evil party as a search officer than to be expelled from the police station after that, but there is no justice but nothing can be done, and it is much better to end up depressed.

Dudley looked at the members of the guard who were pouring up like a tide in front of him, and clenched his pistol. There are many bruises on his body, which makes this searcher, who is always majestic on weekdays, look miserable.

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"Wow - is there any activity at the bank today? That's a lot of people. ”

Dressed in a simple undershirt and trousers, a small man accompanied a cute girl of about his height to look at the crowd at the entrance of the IBC. The girl was listless, sleepy-eyed, wearing cute pink pajamas and cotton slippers, and it looked like she had just been woken up and forcibly dragged over.

"In that case, you won't be able to withdraw money......"

The little man sighed, turned his gaze to the girl next to him, and asked a little playfully, "You say, what should we do, Your Royal Highness the little princess?" ”

"No...... I'm not a princess, I'm a shrine maiden......"

As a result, the girl was a little helpless to correct her, but she was taken over by the boy with a laugh: "Don't care, it's just a small detail." ”

"No, I think identity is important."

"In short, if you can't withdraw money, you won't have money to take you around."

"Then forget it. I didn't come up with it in the first place......"

"Hey, don't be petty? I'm sure I'll get my money. ”

"That...... Listen to me! ”

The two of them sang and harmonized as if they were talking about cross talk, but the garrison was indifferent. Their target is only Kia, and these two people are not targets.

If they still have intelligence, they will never do that.

Because......

The small man pulled a headband out of his trouser pocket and tied it into his broken hair, and the wolf logo stood out.

"I'm just here to withdraw money, but there is 'just someone' blocking the way on the way to withdraw money, so I'll clean it up by the way?"

He seemed to be talking to himself into the empty space, and then grabbed the hand of the cute little girl next to him with one hand and rushed towards the IBC.

"Oh, no, I'm going to sleep! Let me go back......"

Ignoring the little girl's words, the man took her to his own hands and rushed into the tide of the garrison.

Muselle? Gerrard. One of the bodyguards of the Karuman consortium, who intervened in the battle by force. The reason: withdraw money.

By his side were the people who should have been personally protected by him. The "shrine maiden" of Saiyaru.

Mussel opened the spear, and the blue blade of the spear burst out in an instant, and Mussel smiled, pulled the witch into his arms, and then jumped high.

"Take the call—Gungnir! Levatine! ”

At a height far beyond the limits of human beings, Muselle, who was almost flying in mid-air, shouted his name and threw the guiding spear down. The spear sank into the ground, as if a bomb exploded, and the scorching gale instantly blew the surrounding guards to the ground, and all of a sudden, the members of the garrison who were as dense as the tide were beaten to pieces, and many people fell unconscious on the spot.

Mussel's two-stage special move. Jumps into the air and throws a spear, which is named Gangenir. The spear fell to the ground, and the fighting spirit exploded, and its name was Levatin. The biggest feature of this move is that it will interfere with the operation of the fighting spirit in the body of the recruiter!

The secret technique that was used once in the Old Town Race is once again! The scorching flame fighting qi instantly swallowed up the garrison like a sea of fire, and Zhenzhi greatly improved their physical fitness, including their fighting spirit, so they received more damage than usual. After eating this trick, almost half of the people lost consciousness on the spot.

"How? Isn't that super cool? ”

As if boasting of force, Mussel smiled at the little witch in his arms and said, If it's a comic, probably there will be a flash on his teeth.

"Not funny...... I'm going to sleep, so you have to pull me out to buy something......"

The little witch pouted dissatisfiedly, and the cute expression on her face was confused for a while, and she looked really sleepy.

"Hey, then, let's go back and not buy the bag?"

“！ No, it's coming, it's coming, of course you can't go back empty-handed! ”

At the mention of the new bag, the little witch had no sleepiness on her face, only excited anticipation.

In Saiyalu, you can't buy such beautiful bags.

Although she is a shrine maiden, she is first and foremost a woman. And it's a little girl, at the age when she likes mature, pretty, feminine things.

Judging this, Mussel will use her as a disguise.

He didn't have any feelings for Crossbell, but he could only stay at home when the game was so lively outside, and he felt idle and panicked. He's essentially a man who likes to fight, and he'll follow the Karumon consortium because it's much more interesting than the military. At least the enemies are much more interesting.

On top of that, Lancet still feels the same way as Muselle.

Once people are bored, they can do anything.

Especially people who are not very mentally normal......

In order to avoid the colleague at home who lacked roots in his head, Mussel was very smart and volunteered to take the little witch out.

Sure enough, it was just in time for him: the big crisis of the IBC!

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"Who is that guy?"

On the ground, Lin made a voice of envy.

She also studied martial arts, so she naturally knew the scope of the human body's ability, and the jump of Mussel just now was obviously beyond the limits of human beings! How the hell is the exercise!

It is precisely because I understand that it is difficult to do it, so I will feel the strength of the other party.

"I don't know ......"

Dudley pushed down his glasses, and his deep tone was almost inaudible if it weren't for him.

The Karumon Consortium ...... It is necessary to raise the bar of vigilance again.

"However, only this time did it help a lot."

Dudley said, narrowing his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

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[Same day at the same time]

On the roof of the IBC building, a man stood in the night breeze, his long dark blue hair fluttering behind him, and the long sword in his hand was half-unsheathed.

The long brown-red trench coat smelled of a mature man, and the scar on his face made his stereotypical face a little more majestic.

Crossbell's Patron Saint, the Sword Master of the Winds? Arios.

"Looks like I'm late. There's no need for me to appear. ”

He silently inserted his sword back, clicked, and disappeared into the night sky.

Since the IBC's condition is assured, let's go to the hospital this time.

His daughter, Xiaodi is still in the hospital.