H2> a wonderful, light tone, with the bright sound of a clear spring, combined with his unique clean resonance, came out of Miyajiichi's throat. Although it sounded good, after listening to it for a while, Lei Ming finally couldn't hold back and questioned softly: "What if that girl is ...... She's our compatriot......"

The tone stopped, and Gong Dao turned around and waved his hand at him, with a relaxed expression: "What are you worried about?" If you were a first-class security chief, would you think this is a big deal? ”

didn't seem to be expecting Lei Ming's answer at all, he raised the [Girlfriend's Suspicion] in his hand and swept up and down the room.

Lei Ming was gagged by his attitude, and couldn't help choking, frowning and thinking as he watched him walk back and forth in the room.

If you think about it carefully, if you look at it from the point of view of the security chief, it is just that there is a mutant who was not imprisoned, ran out of the capsule, and did not abscond. Speaking of which, I'm afraid it's not as big a problem as the night security guards who neglect their duties and sneak into the venue......

"But......" Lei Ming thought about it, and always felt that if he didn't look back, he would still feel uneasy in his heart.

It's just that he hasn't thought about what to say yet, when the thing in Gong Daoyi's hand suddenly screams, and he is attracted to attention.

[Girlfriend's suspicion]

Probably every suspicious and secretive man will have such a storage zài around him! When it comes to love, women are born Sherlock Holmes, and can find all kinds of clues that are simply impossible to find - this magical function is extracted and becomes an excellent support tool for finding special items in a small area.

PS: It's just that, as the name suggests, this item is sometimes mistaken and sometimes misunderstood, sometimes blinded by (rhetoric), and is not 100% reliable.

"Ah, this hair is not mine, the ends of my hair are not burgundy......"

With a somewhat excited female voice, Miyado stopped in front of a wall. He looked up and smiled.

…… Aliba, the first security chief, did not know at this moment that a batch of goods that he thought was very hidden was about to fall into the hands of others.

As Miyado had speculated, Aliba, though angry, didn't feel the extraordinary situation in front of him - especially after the mutant woman shouted at him.

"As I said, I volunteered to fight. This idea, I still remain the same, so I will not run. ”

Lin Sanjiu's fists hanging on his sides were trembling slightly. She bent down, grabbed one of the guard's corpses, threw it in the direction of the grid, and shouted, "If it wasn't for this person coming in, we wouldn't have come out of the capsule." Don't embarrass the girls, I'm going to put them back in the capsule, and I'll go in myself, okay? ”

Aliba's gaze remained unchanged, only his slightly raised eyebrows, revealing his slightly surprised feelings. But before he could respond, the short-haired mutant began to move—she carried the rest of the dressed ones back into the capsule, and finally stood in the capsule herself, closing the door.

The "click" sound of the capsule automatically blocking up echoed in the venue for a while.

As soon as the door of the capsule was closed, it was impossible to open it by brute force - something that the Fighting Committee had done with many male mutants who were known for their physical abilities. Seeing that there was no longer a shadow of a mutant in the capsule area, Aliba gave a faint order: "Go and drag out the bodies of those guys." ”

was thrown by Lin Sanjiu just now, and the body of the thin security guard happened to fall on the slide.

A soldier answered, and was about to leave, when he was stopped by Aliba again. "Aim the barrel at the 97 capsule, you guys, take on the armament."

He has always been a very cautious person, no matter who his opponents are, no matter how weak they seem.

However, Alibal was worried, because Lin Sanjiu just stood in the capsule, staring motionlessly at the soldiers carrying away the corpses - which made him a little concerned: the so-called voluntary participation was absolutely impossible. But if you really have the idea of resisting and escaping, now is probably the only chance, but let it slip away......

What does this female mutant think?

The thought crossed Aliba's mind, and his gaze fell on the corpse that had been carried out.

The corpses died in varying shapes, some with their heads cut off, others covered in blood...... It doesn't look like it's the work of one person. Aliba glanced at the bruised and bloodstained ankles of the thin security guard, turned his head and asked, "When will No. 97 play?" ”

The adjutant, who wore a monocle, pressed twice on the frame of the glasses, and then replied respectfully: "Tomorrow's first game will be her game." ”

"Arrange a second-level combat strength for her, don't let her survive. If she has a sponsor, let's see if we can remove it, it doesn't matter if those guys are grandstanding, lest we have too many dreams at night. ”

The adjutant answered, and was just about to take notes, when suddenly a faint roar erupted from a distance, which seemed to be not far away, and even the ground of the venue shook - Aliba stretched out his hand to support the adjutant who almost fell on him, and his face had already changed drastically: "Go to the committee office!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he had already pushed the adjutant away, and his figure quickly disappeared into the door like a flying arrow, and it seemed that his skills were no worse than some mutants.

The adjutant was so anxious that his long thin face turned white, and he beckoned a group of people around him, and hurriedly ran out, and a soldier hurriedly shouted from behind, "Sir, what should I do with this woman", and no one heard this sentence for a while.

When he looked up again, he couldn't even see the shadow of his own commander.

Where does Aliba remember Xue Ji at this time?

The venue of the fight was not far from the committee office building, and when he rushed into the second-story building, his face couldn't help but turn pale.

It is said to be a two-story building, but as soon as you walk in, you will find that the building is actually empty. In the space with a height of six or seven meters, many white translucent balls floated on the ground, which was the office of the committee staff.

In the past, the white balls of pure color are now hung with a canopy of bricks and gravel.

Aliba stiffened his face and looked up slowly.

The walls wrapped around the outside had been shattered, revealing an icy metallic hue from the aerial vault near the ceiling. The vault looked as if it had been bitten by something, a large piece was missing, and the corners were smooth—it was clear that it was empty, and there was nothing left.

"This, this ......" the adjutant ate and ate, and the words were incomplete.

The vault is a special item that the Eden Military Police Department has searched from various sources in recent years, and it is definitely not a small number. In addition to the willingness of the military and political authorities to collect special items, they also have extremely important scientific value - and now, they have been lost in one go.

"Immediately adjust the surveillance, and give you ten minutes to find out what the prisoner looks like and whereabouts. Send five teams to search, no, ten is good, I am afraid that the one who can find the vault is not an ordinary person......" Aliba stared up at the broken vault, and did not move for a while, his eyes gradually blood-red. "Remember, this matter is kept secret, don't say it to the top, and you must not leak the slightest rumor."

Let's not talk about it for the time being, if this matter is learned by everyone in the government, I don't know how many storms will be turned. The adjutant knew what was Yan zhòng, nodded solemnly, turned around and called the squads.

It was a dark night.

However, the figures of the two men in the surveillance head disappeared as if they had melted into the foam of the sea. The military and police departments were unable to make a big deal of fanfare, and after several hours of fruitless searching, they withdrew their troops before dawn.

Although it was not yet dawn when the team was closed, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the morning after they assembled, reprimanded, handed in their weapons, changed their equipment and returned to the dormitory.

Having handled the bodies of several people in the venue, Long Atao had a harder job than his colleagues, and when he pushed open the door and walked into the room, he felt his shoulder muscles ach incessantly.

The roommate, who was from another company, was on vacation today and was leaning back in his chair with a bucket of snacks, and the small lamp on the headband projected an image in front of his eyes. Long Atao glanced at the picture and found that it was the opening of the Spring Festival fighting match, and looked at the time, and found that it was almost time to start.

"Hey, do you want to sit down and watch together?" The roommate shouted at him, squirting out a few bits of white scum.

If it was usual, Long Ah Tao would have smiled and moved the chair - but he was probably tired from a night's travel, and he waved his hand weakly and fell on the bed. His head felt heavy and made him want to sleep.

Seeing this, the roommate turned his eyes back to the image.

In Long Atao's five senses, which were gradually drowsy, he vaguely heard the voice coming from his roommate's headband: "...... In this game, it was finally our turn to play the No. 97 player...... You know, she's the first fighter to volunteer in our Spring Festival Fighting Tournament for so many years......"

Long Atao propped up his eyelids and took a look, and found that the female mutant he saw last night was indeed reflected in this room in the form of a close-up avatar.

Although he wanted to see what was going on with this woman, he was swallowed up by a feeling of tiredness and closed his eyes again.

On the field, Lin Sanjiu walked out of the capsule expressionlessly under the tsunami-like shouts of the surrounding mountains.

One of the women around her had met her once last night; This girl was lucky, and before the man could get close, she was saved by Lin Sanjiu.

Despite her pale face and trembling muscles, her eyes were still clear. She approached Lin Sanjiu and whispered, "...... My name is Pear Tao, thank you last night. What are you going to do in a moment? Why didn't you run away last night? ”

"I have a plan, but I'm probably not enough on my own."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at her, and after a while, he said in a low voice. R1152