On a soft sofa that could accommodate six or seven people at the same time, a well-dressed man lay on it with a big grin.

It was clearly a reception room, with stone walls with guiding lights, expensive art paintings, a closet of delicate books for decoration, and three couches surrounding a huge table with a white porcelain ashtray with a dozen or twenty cigarette butts indiscriminately inserted. Even though it was daytime, the lights were still on, and orange light filled the room.

With a click, the door to the room was pushed open by a large hand, and the man who was asleep did not seem to hear it, and continued to lie down.

This is one of the darkest places in Crossbell, the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce. The place where the two of them are now is used as a lounge and a reception room at the same time.

The visitor was not angry when he saw that he was asleep, and sat opposite him, supporting his chin with his hands: "I said you, it's time to wake up." ”

The person who came wore a beige suit, although the style is simple, but the workmanship and fabric are of the highest quality, presumably this suit is enough for ordinary people to eat for a month, right? He was tall, 2 sub-distances tall, with broad shoulders and a tiger's back, so that even a child could see the strength of his huge body at a glance. Just looking at his size, he lives like a tyrannical bear. Her brown hair is neatly groomed, and her temples are fashionably dyed beige.

Seeing that there was no reaction from the other side, the bear-like man smiled, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, smoked another one and threw it over.

Then, it was firmly caught by the other side.

The man who was asleep put his cigarette in his mouth, but still had no intention of getting up. He was dressed in a delicate dark red suit, and his long brown-red hair was scattered haphazardly, even hanging down to the ground, without thinking of picking them up. This person is none other than Vincent Campbell, who was previously in the Old Town, and his team from the Special Mission Support Section.

"I said, how can you be so lazy?"

seems to have long been accustomed to Vincent's laziness, and the accent on the other side is slightly helpless.

"Got it. When it's time to work, Lao Tzu will naturally show enthusiasm. Vincent lit himself on fire and waved his hand casually, as if to mean "don't care".

"Hmph, speaking of which, when you were in the Old Town, it seems like you already knew, right?" The man, known as the head, spat out a smoke ring and fell backwards with force, his massive body sinking deep into the soft sofa.

"Ahh Because the Wind Sword Saint is too troublesome, Lao Tzu wants to wait for him to make a move, and then solve him directly. Vincent's tone was languid and unmotivated, and although he was speaking bold words, he always felt that he was perfunctory.

"Don't do anything superfluous—but even you?"

The bear-like man smiled defiantly. "Is Vincent starting to sluggish too?"

"Be careful...... It's called the Special Mission Support Division. Vincent ignored his provocation and said to himself. Although everyone else is weak, the head, there is a black hair there, and his skills are not ordinary. Lao Tzu doubted...... He's [that guy]'s real body. ”

The bear-like man snorted heavily, and the cigarette he had just inhaled was spewed out roughly, like an angry bull. It seems that [that guy] gave him a very embarrassing experience.

"Really...... Black Moon's thugs, did they hide in that kind of place? ”

"Ah, it feels similar. However, the combat effectiveness is much weaker, and it is estimated that the identity is hidden. But that's not something anyone can do. Vincent continued his analysis. Moreover, don't you realize that the mafia thugs, hiding in the police station, is a brilliant idea? ”

“…… It would seem that it is necessary to send a couple of people to investigate. ”

"It's just that sending someone will be thrown off, right?"

"Doesn't that just show that he's not coming from the right way?" The bear-like man had a brutal smile on his face, his hands folded, and he kept pinching his knuckles to make a clicking sound.

"That's what I said......"

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The Guerrilla Association, located in the eastern city area, is welcoming the bright sunshine.

Warm light poured in through the clean windows, leaving an equally warm mark on the sturdy wooden tables and chairs—a very different trace of the artificial light in the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce.

The second floor of the guerrilla association is a floor for rest, the overall layout is very simple, there are a few pots of new bamboo in the corner, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the curtains are light blue that makes people relax, but it has a bit of elegant meaning.

The man known as the Sword of the Wind sat across from the receptionist of the Guerrilla Guild, with a black teacup in front of him, as if he had just finished enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Of course, it was just "seeming", and the busy life of the partisans simply did not allow them to chat while drinking tea.

"It's been a hard work, and this month has not been easy." Michelle said in a soft, feminine tone, picking up the black teacup and taking a sip. Of course, there is instant coffee inside, and as mentioned earlier, there is simply no time for them to make tea slowly.

Michelle held a thick dozen reports in his hand, all of which were the records of the Wind Sword Saint this month.

"Nothing, I'm used to it." The wasteful thing of drinking coffee from a black teacup didn't cause the Wind Blademaster to be dissatisfied, and Arios wasn't very particular about it. While Michelle was sorting out the report, Arios also picked up the teacup and drank the black liquid inside.

Caffeine can effectively excite the brain, which is very helpful for relieving fatigue and lifting spirits.

Or rather, paralyzing the nerves, so that Arios does not feel fatigue and pain.

Arios closed his eyes and said in a flat tone, "Then, the matter of remittance is in trouble." "It seems to be saying something that is not my business.

Michelle didn't look up, but replied in a calm tone: "Well, just transfer money through IBC [Note: InternationalBankofCrossbell, Crossbell International Bank, a huge bank with branches in several countries, and the largest bank in the book], right?" ”

After listening to Arios' emotionless affirmative answer, Michelle's face flashed with a trace of unbearability, wanting to say something, but finally couldn't hold back: "But...... It's not appropriate for me to say it, but it would be better for you to reduce your workload, okay? Droplet alone...... You'll feel lonely. ”

Arios still closed his eyes and did not answer. Seeing this, Michelle nodded and sighed, "I'm sorry, I promised you not to say this......"

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Michelle hurriedly changed the subject. "By the way, there was a contact from Leman Autonomous Prefecture asking if you still plan to accept it?"

"Is this again?" Arios's voice finally fluctuated a little, an emotion that bordered on helplessness. "Haven't I said no many times?"

What the two of them are talking about here is referring to the A-class guerrilla belonging to the Crossbell Branch, Arios Marklyin's level certification. Because of his excellent handling skills and upright character, the headquarters of the Guerrilla Association in the Leman Autonomous Prefecture has more than once recommended that his rank be upgraded to the S rank.

"The headquarters should have found someone to replace Cassius Bright sooner." Michelle guessed, very feminine and leaned on the table. "After all, we're missing a big pillar. Aren't you his junior brother, and your merits are not inferior to him, so you just accept it. ”

The latter words were basically muttered by Michelle, of course, recommending Arios to be promoted to an S-class guerrilla also has his own considerations, because the area that the S-class guerrilla is responsible for is not only the Klos Bell Autonomous Prefecture, but the entire Semuria continent, and if there is an urgent task, it must be solved.

As long as Arios is promoted to the S-rank, then Michel will definitely ask the headquarters to send two or three more guerrillas to Crossbell without saying a word. The reason is that "Arios is no longer the exclusive guerrilla of Crossbell after all, you need to send two or three guerrillas to fill this big vacancy!" ”

In this way, the current situation of a serious shortage of guerrillas in the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture should also be alleviated to a certain extent.

"I'm not qualified to succeed him." Arios sighed, not knowing what he was thinking, and he turned his head to look out the window at the blue sky.

Michelle pouted dissatisfiedly, but after all, this is someone else's private matter, and Michelle is not easy to intervene.

"It's true, it's so capricious to come to Crossbell and go to the police."

So, Michelle decisively chose to divert his dissatisfaction.

"Tactician, huh?" Arios smiled when he seemed to think of something funny. "He's coming to Crossbell......"

"Ah, yes. And it's a pity that even Liber quit his partisan job. You're about to upgrade to A-level, right? Michelle remained lying on her stomach, playing with her fingers, and commented with emotion.

"Yes, his words are a bit of a pity."

"Huh? Do you know him? Michelle suddenly found that her friend's words seemed to contain a faint affirmation of Yu-Tatsumi.

"I've met once."

"Oh-oh? What do you think of him? I think he's a handsome guy. ”

"Haha, what a response in your style." Arios understood that his friend wanted to have such a light-hearted topic to relax, so he smiled to reassure him.

"Speaking of ...... Tactician...... I always feel ......"

"Feel??"

"I always feel that he has no soul......"

――――――

At the same time, a regular morning meeting was also being held in the building of the Special Mission Support Section of the Crossbell Police Department.

Section Chief Sergei hadn't gotten up yet, and only five newcomers were looking at each other.

I always feel that when did this scene appear?

By the way, the breakfast for several people is ordinary egg fried rice, and the leisurely breakfast time is also a feature of the support department.

At this time, a few people had already finished breakfast, and as soon as they cleaned up the table, You pulled the message board to a position where several people could see it, and pasted a few pieces of paper on it.

"This is what I have put together, the whole of Cross Bell at the moment, the strongest enemy for us."

You said this, subconsciously straightened his body, feeling like an instructor.

The first piece of information is Vincent Campbell, who has played against several people some time ago.

Behind him was a strong man in a beige suit with a tiger's back - his name was Garcia Rossi.

And then there are the three bodyguards of Carrumen Haas.

And the Sword of the Wind St. Arios Marklyne is also in it.

"These people are ......"

There were so many fresh faces in it that Ellie couldn't remember very well.

"Ah, I'm going to introduce them one by one." Lobbying, his finger tapped on Vincent and Garcia's faces.

"These two people are from the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce. Garcia Rossi, Rubacher's second-in-command, a former hunter, nicknamed [Killing War Bear], can be called Rubacher's strongest combat power. Vincent Campbell, who has joined Rubacher in recent months, is a former hunter and nicknamed "Furious Flame". ”

Lloyd nodded as he listened, keeping in mind the faces of both men. He glanced at it and found that most of them were from hunters, and if they were original hunters, then it would be understandable that they had that kind of superb combat skills. But............

Where did all this information come from? Information about the hunters requires a certain amount of clearance to be found in the police station. If you don't have a special channel, you can only fight with them......

Where did you get this information? Is it a guerrilla association? I always feel ...... A little off.

Thinking of this, Lloyd couldn't help but look at Yu Tatsumi twice. Swim back to him a reassuring smile, presumably interpreting his gaze as uneasiness or something.

"This person is Li Cao, the de facto leader of the [Black Moon] branch in Crossbell, nicknamed, Bai Lanlong." You continued to explain. Lloyd couldn't help frowning, because the man in front of him was thin and wearing glasses, but he was more like an intellectual, but he didn't expect that he was actually the secretary of the [Black Moon], which Rubacher regarded as a great enemy.

You can’t judge a book by its cover...... Really...... Lloyd nodded.

"Li Cao, is he an intellectual?" Randy asked, amusedly.

"Haha, maybe it's a force faction unexpectedly!" Yu Tatsumi joked with him.

A few people laughed, and the atmosphere was a little lighter.

"And here, it's the bodyguard of the [Merchant of Death] Karumun Consortium who just came to Crossbell." You continued, pointing a little at the three faces he had ever seen.

"Zevonar Berserker: Arras Garcia, Samuel Gerald, Scarlet Scorpion Ranster. These three are the bodyguards of the Karuman consortium, and no matter which one of them, they are no match we can defeat at the moment. If Vincent and we still have a 30% chance of winning together, then there is no hope for them. ”

Listening to his description, Randy's face gradually became gloomy.

"What a dangerous man......" Theo frowned at the thought of the fear he had felt when he had come face to face with Arras.

"So, who is Mr. Arios?" Ellie noticed the last piece of information.

"As a guerrilla, he is the biggest problem for us to win the evaluation of the citizens!" Yu had been waiting for someone to ask, and he smiled as he had succeeded in his mischief.

"yes...... You should subconsciously compare us to Mr. Arios, right? Lloyd sighed, having to admit that this was a reality.

The crisis of credibility caused by the incompetence of the police is further exacerbated by the fact that the guerrillas are too good. In other words, if a few people do not show the same or even better ability than the guerrillas, I am afraid that the image of the police will never be restored.

"Oh, it's so busy to have a meeting early in the morning."

With his usual laziness and weakness, Chief Sergei yawned as he walked down the stairs.

"Good morning, section chief." Although he didn't like the lazy appearance of the section chief, he was still polite, and Lloyd still greeted him.

"Good morning chief, I'm talking about the imaginary enemy of the Support Section, would you like to say a few words?" Lobbying to get out of the way so Sergei could see the message board more clearly.

"Oh, no need." Sergei glanced at it slightly and shook his head: "There was a liaison from the headquarters just now, and I want you to go on a special mission. ”

"Special?" Lloyd carefully tasted the meaning of the word, the headquarters was not very optimistic about the support section, so the so-called "special" mission should be really special.

"Again......" Randy sighed, his facial features drooping weakly, and his face was full of I don't want to go.

"Is it a mission similar to that in the underground space?" Ellie immediately thought of the first mission of the several people.

"Unfortunately, I don't know. Anyway, let's go to the police station first. ”

Sergei said, with a playful smile on his face, and walked towards the section chief's office. It seems that he is not going to go to the police station with a few people.