When the garrison was panicked and Lu Bacher was also starting to get anxious, Li Cao was making tea.

The art of tea, which has been passed down in the ancient East, is being displayed in the hands of Li Cao.

The soft, dry finger holds the white porcelain cup with a blue pattern, and the other hand carefully twists the dried tea leaves from the tea box and spills them into the cup.

Too little is not enough taste, too much is too wasteful.

The tea ceremony itself is an activity that cannot be rushed.

In front of Li Cao, the capable man stood with a calm face, as if waiting for Li Cao to finish making tea.

Li Cao is the head of Black Moon's branch in Crossbell, and Black Moon is Rubacher's enemy. Whether it's at the level of trade, or at the level of the mafia.

In order to confront Rubacher, intelligence warfare is only the most basic.

Lu Bacher can receive contact, Li Cao can't receive it for no reason. In fact, the calm man in front of him, Liu, came to report the incident. However, when he reported, Li Cao suddenly asked if he wanted to drink tea, and it turned out to be Li Cao's tea art exhibition.

"Liu. Know what it takes to make tea? ”

"Patience."

"That's it. Don't be in a hurry. Because, someone is more anxious than us. It's just an armored car, and the arms dealers should be happy. ”

Li Cao said, revealing a fox-like sly smile.

"But, Lee, our strength is at a disadvantage in the confrontation. Although there is silver in the helper, it still can't make up for the vacancy of high-level combat power. Do you want to request assistance from headquarters? ”

Liu's voice trembled slightly. He was worried.

If it is about the scale and strength of combat power, Liu is very confident in Black Moon's boxer, and he will not lose to Lu Bacher in terms of quantity or quality. However, the combat effectiveness of the top level is somewhat insufficient. The only masters on Black Moon's side who can show their hands are Li Cao and the legendary assassin, Silver. And Li Cao is also responsible for the overall planning, and he will not fight in person unless he has to.

On Rubacher's side, there were two original hunters, the captain of the top three hunting regiments in the continent, the Zephyr Brigade, Garcia, and Vincent, who was known as the madness of the chasers in the chaser world, and neither of these two people could be easily dealt with. Although President Markney is not as shrewd as Li Cao in coordinating the battle situation, he is also a perennial person in the shopping mall.

On the other hand, the movements of the Karumen consortium are also very concerned.

Although they claim to be neutral, this "self-proclaimed" position is the least credible. Li Cao has no doubt that if the interests are directed, the Karumon consortium will show its fangs to the black moon, no, it should be said, it will open its mouth.

On the side of the Karumon Consortium, there are a lot of high-level combat power, which is a bit tricky.

Liu's worries are not unreasonable.

"Hehe, it's not necessary. Not only is it unnecessary, but we can also transfer some of the extra fighters back. ”

Li Cao said, taking off the white glasses that were smoked by the heat, taking out a piece of silk from his pocket and wiping it.

"Lee!"

"Peace of mind. I have my own arrangements, and I still understand the principle of good swimmers drowning, but - the presbyterian side has to deal with it carefully. ”

Li Cao's voice was full of unquestionable confidence.

"Yes, I see."

"By the way, Liu, are you interested in going for a walk with me? ――A convoy of 100 armored vehicles is not something you usually see, is it? ”

"Yes."

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Crossbell City South, Ursla Road.

A slight mist hangs over the streets, and the combination of fog and moisture makes the air moist and cool. A man in a kimono reclined on the bow of an armored car, squinting and resting. Behind him, a strangely shaped mirror floated in midair.

The man has a handsome face, sickly white skin, perhaps because of lack of sleep, and his eyes have slight bags under his eyes. The long black hair scattered on the dark green armor plates of the armored car, like sun-dried algae.

"I said you, don't die or die. Obviously not so gloomy and a little energetic, he will definitely become a public idol. But your ability to manipulate demons and fog is simply so strong that it is against the sky, so many armored vehicles were actually made at once, if it were for me, it would have been changed to attack Crossbell with Faphnan. Riding a giant flying dragon whirring to overturn them, this Dora style, speaking of which, didn't the Sword Emperor just ride the dragon scenery back then, I almost wanted to call him the Dragon Riding Sword Emperor, so I simply changed the name to Dolaivira Gonhat, forget it, forget ......it" (Note: Doragogon, that is, the Japanese pronunciation of the dragon's English dragon)

"I want to sew your mouth up."

The kimono man phantom rubbed his temples vigorously and retorted weakly. It can be seen that he is in poor shape right now.

Around the two men, a long line of 90 old armored vehicles was formed. The front of the car, without exception, pointed to Cross Bell.

"Gee, I can't get enough of that group of arms dealers making that big deal so popular. Speaking of which, it was the explosion from Mainz's side before? ”

The dragon of judgment said as he teased the lizard-like dragon on his shoulder.

"Well, it's clear through the leylines. Are you going. ”

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the phantom's tone is still a declarative sentence. It seems that he has decided that his companion will pass.

"Ah, definitely. The other party has provoked us so much, and it's not my style to not fight back. ”

"Hmm. Don't leave too much evidence behind, if you don't want the candidate for the Three Pillars to get you in trouble. ”

"Huh...... I know. That guy was so angry that he said it was super troublesome. Then I'll go over, and after you're done, we'll meet up at the old place. ”

"I see."

After a brief conversation, the dragon of judgment snapped his fingers, only to see that the lizard-like dragon suddenly glowed faintly with golden light, and after a while, it suddenly grew to the size of about one person, and the dragon of judgment turned over and sat on the dragon's neck. He grabbed the reins that appeared at some point with his left hand, and made a gesture of blessing with his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, and then the dragon knight soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

The phantom watched the figure of his companion disappear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the armored car with his body propped up.

This companion is good everywhere, but the fact that he likes to talk nonsense too much is a headache for the phantom.

With him, the phantom always felt that his energy would be distracted by half, because he had to concentrate on suggesting that he could ignore his fragments.

The phantom pushed forward with both hands, and the mirror floating behind him seemed to be alive, moving automatically in front of his hands, and a thin mist gathered on the mirror, and finally, forming the form of an armored car, the white gradually faded and was replaced by a solemn dark green.

It seems that the more than 100 armored vehicles around are all made of fog by phantoms.

No, it's not quite right to say that the production, it should be said, the projection.

Only the armored car that was taken away by the phantom before is real. The rest is just a "magic trick" that seems to be a trick. Some resemble mirages, and while they are real, the location is not in sight.

On the other hand, as long as the armored vehicle that is the main body is destroyed, the other armored vehicles will also enter the state of scrapping.

"You guys, can you see through this flawless projection that I have simulated even the heat."

Talking to himself, the phantom raised the fan, and the mirror-like thing obediently returned to the fan surface, turning back into the state of painting.

Get in the car, in the console, put a disk into the control system to read. Then, the originally silent guided armored vehicle made a roaring sound again. The group of armored vehicles projected by the fog also let out a low roar.

"The code given by the clown...... Don't let me down. ”