Let's turn back the clock a little bit, to the time when Noelle hasn't dropped the platform yet.

While the support section and Noelle were in a bitter battle, on the other side, in the city of Crossbell, the temporary headquarters of the garrison was also in a bitter battle.

"Report, still can't contact Sergeant Noelle."

The correspondent uttered the same line for the third time. Deputy Commander Sonia sighed and said, "It looks like the kid has already entered the mine." Now that you know the location of the giant demonic beast, then, let's gather the exploration detachment and transfer it over. ”

"Yes...... Hey, emergency contact, a large number of armored vehicles for the garrison have appeared on the road south of the city, and there are more than 100 of them, which are heading towards the city center! ”

"What!"

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An armored vehicle is a transitional vehicle.

It does not have the high firepower of a combat vehicle, nor does it have the solid armor that can ignore firepower.

The main purpose for which it was invented was to send soldiers to the front line safe and sound.

For these reasons, the armored vehicle originally used by the garrison was just a sturdier guide vehicle with more passengers.

It is precisely because of this that Sonia immediately determined that the armored car that appeared in the Ursla Road was the style used by the garrison, whether it was dark green paint, familiar shapes, or the flat roof that did not carry any on-board weapons, all of which were features that Sonia would not mistaken.

However, this creates a paradox.

Because the garrison has a total of 60 old armored vehicles. If you exclude the vehicles used for testing and serving as parts replenishment, there are only thirty-seven old armored vehicles in service.

However, according to the report, there are 100 units "visually".

Who the hell and for what purpose made so much?

And, by what means, did God send it to Crossbell unconsciously?

If it is for aggression, then the tank is clearly a more correct choice.

If it is for reconnaissance, the airship is countless times better than the armored car.

The only thing that can be thought of is war. But now Crossbell is in a delicate balance, and the neighboring country has no intention of mobilizing troops for the time being.

But, in any case, there are so many armored vehicles rushing into the city, which is bound to cause huge losses, Sonia snorted anxiously and quickly dialed the communication of the police station.

The person who answered the phone seemed to be a high-ranking person, and he suddenly interrupted Sonya's report and began to make a routine official tone.

Sonya's brows tightened, her heart was displeased, and she hung up the communication directly.

These lackeys of the councillors have to beat their official tones first at any time, saying things that even he himself doesn't understand, and talking a lot of nonsense, if Sonia really listens to his nonsense, I'm afraid that now Crossbell has turned into a ruin.

The more urgent the situation, the shorter and more urgent the command's order should be, but the top brass of the police department has no consciousness of being a command. When they heard Sonya's request for a united front, their first reaction was that this arrogant deputy commander of the garrison finally had something to ask for himself, so he naturally had to put the score on the table.

Cut, a bunch of food-wasting guys! Sonia cursed inwardly.

Because of her identity, she couldn't say this kind of angry words.

At this moment, Sonya's Anigema suddenly vibrated slightly, and someone had dialed her private communication.

"Hey, this is Sonia II."

"Hello, this is the police station to search for a Kodadli. The entire search section will be temporarily assigned to the garrison, please give an order. ”

Sonia was slightly distracted, thinking that the police station was all rubbish, except for a certain three people who were exceptions. As a result, it seems, this man named Dudley is also an unexpected elite.

Sonia paused, and immediately began to give orders.

Compared to the garrison that guards Crossbell's border all year round, the Search Section 1 is obviously more familiar with Crossbell's terrain.

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"What, there are more than 100 armored vehicles heading for the city center?! What are the garrisons doing......"

The thick voice seemed to contain a large piece of butter, and even the sentences were stained with a greasy feeling peculiar to a businessman.

The well-dressed suit-clad businessman with a fat brain sighed as he scratched at his few hairs.

This man is none other than President Markney, named the Chamber of Commerce, who is actually the leader of the mafia. The "leader" who rules Garcia and Vincent. There is an old saying that the strong dragon does not suppress the earth head snake, the so-called earth head snake, that is, the stubborn evil forces entrenched in a certain place.

And Rubacher is definitely a "ground dragon" level organization.

In collusion with the Speaker of the Crossbell Council, even a huge organization that can't be done by searching a department.

Even President Markney, who was accustomed to seeing the world in business wars, couldn't help but feel a little nervous right now.

Although they are mafia, they also abide by the rules of the autonomous prefecture at a minimum, so Rubacher does not have tools such as chariots, airships, or even bazookas. When he heard that 100 armored vehicles were heading for Crossbell, he was secretly anxious, fearing that they would break through the garrison's defenses and wreak havoc in the city.

In this case, Rubacher is bound to suffer a lot of losses. Rubacher is fighting against the forces known as the Black Moon, and any loss is something that President Markney does not want to see.

"Hey, Markney, what's the matter, so alarmed."

With the childishness peculiar to a teenager, the arrogant voice suddenly asked.

This voice does not belong to Vincent, Vincent's voice, like his person, reveals a lazy temperament.

This voice also does not belong to Garcia, and Garcia's voice is the kind of rough voice that only a middle-aged strong man can only have just by listening to it.

And excluding the two of them, it is extremely rare to dare to call President Markney by his name.

Markney sneered and turned his head, the meaning of flattery was very obvious, his fat palm pressed the microphone, turned around, and the expensive suit on his body immediately had countless tiny folds.

"Little master, it's nothing, it's just a little trouble. Nothing will happen. ”

"Hmph, of course I do. Young Master Ben is here, who dares to make trouble for you. ”

"Yes, that's what you're taught."

Surprisingly, President Markney seemed to have digested the dignity of his superiors along with breakfast, and he could be said to be flattering, and if his business enemies saw it, he would probably laugh out loud.

And the target of his apology was a boy who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, and his arrogance was vividly reflected in him. He has a delicate face, his hair is not messy, and his skin is ruddy, and he knows that he is well nourished at a glance. The body is slightly thin, but it doesn't have the sturdy feeling of Yuki Tatsumi. If Yu Tatsumi was born with a narrow skeleton, then he didn't grow well because of lack of exercise.

On his thin body, a clean white shirt accompanied by a pure black suit and tie, obviously his face was childish, but he was forced to wear a suit and tie that only mature adults would wear, which was really weird.

Judging by his haughty tone and wayward attitude, and President Markney's groveling, he must have been the son of some great man.

Typical gentleman.

"It's good to know. You better remember that you can get to where you are today because of my dad. With us covering you, you don't have to be afraid of this Crossbell. ”

The gentleman's words were astonishing, and President Markney really nodded yes frequently!

"Yes, with the speaker under the cover, we are naturally fearless."

Perhaps for the Speaker himself, President Markney's answer was rude.

But for the Speaker's son, this kind of sycophancy is just in line with his state of mind.

"It's good to know. By the way, also, don't call me 'little' young master, just call me by my name in the future. Thanksgiving, Dade, Markney. As he spoke, the young man took a fruit candy from the table, peeled it, and threw it into his mouth—the candy had been bought by his men, of course.

"Yes, Young Master Xiu."

This gentleman's name is Hugh Harman. The only son of Speaker Cross Bell Harman.

A super noble son who has attracted much attention since he was a child. He is not bad-looking, has a prominent family background, and has been mixed in the drinking parties of the upper class all the year round. Although in terms of politics, knowledge, etc., Speaker Harman wanted to sever the father-son relationship with him, but only the useless social skills of the upper class were mastered by him.

Of course, it also has something to do with Speaker Harman's Huwei.

Speaker Harman is a typical Imperialist, and those Imperialist legislators are naturally happy to please his son.

And the republican faction, which was supposed to be the sworn enemy of the imperial faction, actually had a good relationship with Xiu.

Of course, their purpose is not to curry favor with Xiu, but to make Xiu even more unlearned, and then make him a stain on the Imperial faction, and use Xiu as a weapon to attack the Imperial faction.

And these are not felt by cultivating oneself at all. He has been sought after by thousands of people since he was a child, and he has naturally become what he is now.

And today, he had a big quarrel with his father because of his father's elite education, and ran to Lubacher to avoid the limelight.

Speaker Harman can't come to the mafia in person because of his identity, and if he sends someone else, he can't suppress it. For his son, Speaker Harman loves and hates it.

Seeing Xiu's emotions calmed down, Markney hurried back to continue.

This time, even a dragon like him felt that Crossbell was afraid of a huge crisis.

From the Karumen consortium to Crossbell, he had a vague feeling of this kind.

"What is the result of this incident...... Or is it the beginning......"

Fat lips muttered, and the voice was so slight that even he couldn't hear it clearly.