Wren still remembers that Zolo, the weird man he cheated, was also about the same kind of strength and weapon assembly.

However, the Force gun in Zolo's hand is a hunting pistol, and this one is a sniper rifle with a hideous shape.

The slender sniper rifle in Matthew's hand, with annihilation bullets, advanced armor-piercing bullets, special demon hunting bullets and other ammunition, is definitely more terrifying.

Zolo is a lone ranger, strictly speaking, the [Gun Fighter] profession is not suitable for being a lone ranger, this profession should team up with people in order to play its role to the extreme.

In layman's terms, it means that the shooter is easy to be caught when he makes a single move, needs tanks and auxiliary protection, moves obscenely in the rear, continues to output, and is full of damage in team battles.

This makes sense, as Zorlo, who is looking into the grass, has already broken a hand by Marquis Fenna of the Moon Wolf Clan and Duke Tucker the Ghoul.

Retracting his thoughts, Wren immediately set his gaze on another fourth-order powerhouse, this person was very burly, holding a large silver shield on his muscular arm, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Matthew.

Seeing Wren looking at him, the strong man holding the shield smiled heartily, and said angrily: "Hello, I'm Ham Anderson, Matthew's brother, and the captain of the Blood Assassination Team. ”

"Look up for a long time, look up for a long time." Wren smiled back, even though he didn't know each other at all.

The two brothers are both fourth-order transcendents, and they are still in a hunting team, which is interesting, the Anderson family, I'm afraid the strength is not weak.

However, they should not be Farorans, this combination is definitely not famous.

Ham is obviously a [Knight] profession and is close to the fourth order, but although he is the captain, the tactical core of the squad should be the gunner Matthew.

"Ready to go!" After a brief exchange between Wren and the Bloodpier team, Elena ordered directly.

Without any delay, she walked ahead, and the group immediately followed, walking towards the headquarters of the 7th Bureau in the city of Diramo.

Wren stood on the side of the street, watching them go, thoughtful.

Seeing the Lancet Team today, he realized that the combination of transcendents of different professions is absolutely terrifying.

Either Matthew or Ham, against him alone, will be beaten by him.

If they go head-to-head, they may not even be able to defeat Duke Norton, who can mimic a werewolf.

But once they cooperated, with a Golden Rose Knight holding a shield in front and an empty gunner roaming around the rear to fire a cold gun, Norton was certain to die.

Even two Duke Norton would lose in the face of this combination, which is obviously one plus one is greater than two.

[Lock Empty Gunner] + Masterpiece Force Firearm + Annihilation Bullet = Explosive Output!

The ghost hand Marcello is a living teaching material for the statement, and when he was contained, he was shot by Zolo and successfully hit the street.

Wren felt that even he, facing the combination of Matthew and Ham, would feel deeply tricky, and if he accidentally took a bullet from that sniper gun, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat and walk around.

Thinking about the professional match, Wren walked down the street, feeling that his combination with the old goat had a bright future.

And Keisha, one day he is strong enough, maybe he can team up with her, but now, it seems that he can only be her thigh pendant.

Before he knew it, he was walking down a bustling street and came to a small cottage surrounded by a white wall and an iron gate.

Click

With the soles of his feet lightly on the ground, Wren stepped over the wrought iron door, landed on a lawn, and entered the garden in front of the villa.

This was not his and Kesha's residence, but the home of a certain pretty widow, and as for what he was doing here, of course, it was a night attack.

The sneaky Wren glanced around, and the courtyard was silent and empty.

It was very late, the servants had left, and there were no guards, too, this is the prosperous area of Diramo City, and the security is relatively good.

The corners of Wren's mouth hooked slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body slowly spun out, and he jumped up and flew to the balcony on the third floor.

Through the screen window, the light was still on in the room, and with a slight click, Wren's fingers used force to break the balcony doorknob.

He forcibly opened the door, sensed the situation in the house, and walked into the living room calmly without the slightest guilt of being a thief.

The urn-shaped crystal chandelier shines with warm light, the leather sofa, the luxurious red carpet, the gorgeous Nanmu furniture, and the famous paintings hanging on the wall show the wealth and taste of the owner.

Wren grinned and walked over to the wine cabinet and stroked the pattern on the golden silk nanmu, which was also engraved with the family crest.

Two crossed silver long swords, green vines with stems and leaves wrapped around the sword body, and a peony flower blooming on the hilt.

It is the family coat of arms of Baron Carmel's family, which has a long history dating back to the time of William the Conqueror.

It was originally a family of counts, but in the long history, some of them have declined, and now only the title of baron is maintained.

Originally, there had been some improvement over the years, but a few years ago, the head of the family hung up, and Baron Carmel's family fell into infighting again.

Several side branches of the family banded together to bully the baron's widow and her young son. At least that's what the baroness who had a PY deal with Wren told him.

As for the truth, hehe, Baron Carmel has already grown grass on his grave, and he is on the road with several of his children.

Some women could not be married, no matter how beautiful she was, but the baron did not understand this, so he died.

Squeak

Wren opened the wine cabinet, glanced at it, and picked up a bottle of red wine from it, which was the Crimson Moon, the top red wine famous in the mainland.

"Tsk, what a rich man."

With a sigh of admiration, Wren took out another glass goblet, came to the table unhurriedly, unscrewed the cap, and poured himself a glass.

The mellow liquor entrance, Wren sighed, sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and his lazy expression seemed to be back to his home.

As soon as his ears moved, there was a cry of a little child in the bedroom, and a sweet voice of a woman coaxing a child, apparently, the hostess was taking care of the child who had woken up in the middle of the night.

Wren shook his glass and slowly tasted the wine, and a quarter of an hour later, the door to one of his bedrooms opened.

A graceful royal sister walked out of it, she was wearing a black gauze skirt, her graceful curves and snow-white delicate skin looming, making her mouth dry.

Bringing the door to the door, Mrs. Ellie, who had coaxed the child, was about to go back to her bedroom to sleep, and her expression froze as her eyes swept over the living room.

"You...... You are ......"

She exclaimed in a low voice, subconsciously taking a step back, and the crimson psionic energy filtered through her body, causing a breeze in the room.

The hem of her skirt fluttered slightly, and her brownish-red hair flew flying, and after a few moments, the frightened Mrs. Ellie realized that the visitor was an acquaintance.

"Shhhh

Even if you don't make noise to them, it's not good to make noise to the flowers and plants. Wren raised his glass and said with a smile on his face.