Tigers don't walk with sheep.

A friend of a monster, of course, is also a monster.

This is something that most people know, but as a 'submersible', Brenk doesn't seem to know some of the colloquialisms on the 'ground'.

In fact, as an 'unplanned' 'infiltrator', Berenque not only chose an ordinary 'container', but also tried to keep himself away from other 'infiltrators'.

Including the head of the plan this time Kandat.

Candath didn't even know it existed.

It is the fish that slipped through the net.

Just in case.

And now, it's time for it to make a move!

The last insurance for the Sabi Star people's 'decapitation' plan!

With this in mind, Brenk drove to the outskirts.

When he noticed the name 'Jason', he began to investigate the other party, but fortunately, the other party was well-known and the private investigator he hired was very good.

Therefore, the results of such an investigation were not long in coming.

A fairly detailed investigation report was handed over to him last evening.

This investigation report details what happened from the time Jason came to Cherry City to the time when the other party revealed the identity of the 'mysterious person', the friends he made, and so on.

Even, even Edward's affairs, he knew a thing or two.

As for those three friends?

A down-and-out widower, living on rent from his apartment, and his dog died two days ago.

A middle-aged and elderly man who is submissive in the company is not only abandoned by his wife, but also looked down upon by his daughter.

There is also a guy who wanders around the factories and docks, claiming to be a detective but not completing a single commission.

It's just a bunch of silk.

It's exactly the same as Jason, who is a writer but can't write real works.

But unlike Jason, who also has a hidden identity as a 'mysterious side', these guys are a bunch of losers, the complete kind.

However, even the most humble loser has a certain use.

"Kill them!"

"Provoke Jason's wrath!"

Berenke couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the suburban residence not far away.

It was clear that Jason was worried about the safety of these 'like-on-earth' friends, and they moved to the suburbs to hide from the battle that might take place tonight.

But the more this happens, the more valuable it is to kill.

Brenk stepped out of the car, carrying a submachine gun and several magazines in his hand—weapons he had spent a great deal of effort to obtain from special sources, and had spent almost half of his fortune on his status.

The remaining half of the property?

Naturally, it was paid to the detective who was not so famous.

At this moment, it has long been penniless.

But it doesn't matter.

After this time, it is time for it to abandon this identity, and the noble identity of the past day appears in front of this group of primitive people and slaves.

As he thought, Brenke quickened his pace.

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Ding dong.

"Hello, is Mr. John at home?"

"I'm a former 3A apartment, 202 resident March."

"I've called before and wanted to talk to you about my lost belongings, but the car broke down and I'm sorry I'm just getting there."

Brenk said.

These are true.

The previous 3A apartment, the resident of 202, was named March, and he also lost his belongings and called John - this is all its arrangement, although an ordinary 'container' restricts it, but it is still possible to threaten an ordinary tenant.

As for after the threat?

Naturally, it is to be killed.

Only the dead keep secrets, don't they?

It's a pity that the time is too short, otherwise it can have an extra loot carved from a skull, and it can get such a loot as a 'Infiltrator' instead, which is quite valuable.

It doesn't matter, though.

In the room in front of you, there are more loot.

Brenke's gun was pointed at the door.

It was ready to pull the trigger the moment the door opened.

But, to its surprise, the door didn't open, just a sound.

"The door is unlocked, please come in."

Doors don't lock?

Sure enough, it is a group of silk, and the vigilance is really poor.

Berenke, who sneered again in his heart, said in his mouth, "Okay. ”

It holds a gun in its right hand and a doorknob in its left hand, and it pushes the door in.

But the moment its left hand gripped the doorknob—

Sting!

Flashes of lightning.

An electric current the thickness of the little finger burst up on it.

Almost immediately, Blenk smelled the smell of roasted meat.

Then, it went dark.

Accompanied by the sound of Brenke's corpse falling.

The door opened.

The one that came into view was the sword and shield Gatling.

It's not one, it's three!

Three swords and shields were placed crossed, and the fire covered all the places where the door was.

On the second floor, a 107-mm Type 95 single-barrel rocket launcher is ready to go.

John walked out from behind the bazooka, and instead of turning off the infrared autonomous sensing of the sword shield Gatling, he stood at the staircase on the second floor, looking at the fallen Brenk from a high vantage point, with a puzzled face.

"This is the guy who investigated us before?"

Brian, dressed in camouflage and completely integrated into the wall, walked out with a grenade gun in his hand and asked very dryly.

"Well, it's this guy, one of my apprentices has already sent the photo to me, and it was he who secretly paid my detective apprentice to investigate us, and moreover, he also bought weapons."

McCall, who had lifted the floor and was holding the remote control of the bombing drone, nodded affirmatively.

And this nod made Brian also puzzled.

There is no doubt that this is what a layman is.

From the demeanor and actions to the way of doing things, they are all laymen.

The Sabi 'infiltrators' are so weak?

The three of them couldn't help but glance at each other.

You know, in the afternoon, they received a call from Jason, in which Jason explained everything about the Sabi people in detail, especially the 'infiltrator', and focused on it.

Then, one of McCall's apprentices came with the news that someone was investigating them.

The two combined, and the three of them guessed something almost at the same time.

So, after letting the non-combatants get from the basement and into the shelter, they are all ready.

The necessary weapons, ammunition and special heavy weapons were prepared.

It's just that the result seems to be different from what they expected.

"Will it 'follow the locals'?"

McCall joked.

John grimaced and didn't answer.

Brian was quite crisp, grabbed the grenade and aimed it at the corpse of the 'infiltrator'.

Jason has said that dead 'infiltrators' are still quite dangerous.

Rumble!

The fire flickered.

The corpse of the 'Introducer' was reduced to pieces.

A phanthropic figure floated from it.

Da-da-da-da!

The three sword and shield Gatling opened fire directly under John's control.

The torrent of bullets brought out by one breath of 3,600 revolutions devoured this phantom, and the scorching warhead directly tore most of the phantom's body.

"Trap!"

"This is a trap for me!"

"Despicable ground people!"

Brenk roared, and then it sent a message about Jason to its home planet once more.

Extremely dangerous, cunning enemies, it is recommended to eliminate them first!

After doing all this, Brenke looked at the three Johns.

"Do you think that's the end?"

"It's just getting started!"

"Repent in trembling!"

"Confess that you are still alive!"

Brenke shouted, and then he was about to rush at the three Johns.

Although the continuous bullets could affect it, the damage inflicted on it was at most a slight injury, not fatal at all, and with its words, its torn body had recovered again.

Looking at the three of John, Brenke's eyes were full of hideousness.

It's going to torture all three.

It was meant to make the three of them understand the horror of the 'infiltrators'.

It's going to let —

Yi！

In Tufuyu's voice, the special force field of [Protecting against Evil] shrouded this 'infiltrator', and in an instant, the illusory figure was directly annihilated.

There was no resistance.

There was not a trace of struggle.

"Jason!"

When he died, Bronk cried out.

It seems that he wants to use such screams to gain sympathy, or to threaten Jason.

Jason, who could come out of the shadows on one side, didn't even look at the 'infiltrator'.

A 'sneaker' who is affected by the residual consciousness of the body is not worth caring about at all.

In other words, all 'infiltrators' are affected by the residual consciousness of their bodies.

It's just that the strength is different, and the impact is more or less.

If the spirit is strong enough, it can even turn against the 'infiltrator'.

That's not the conclusion Jason reached.

It's a message from the 'clock tower'.

After capturing a large number of 'infiltrators' and not needing to estimate the death of the test subjects, these 'wizards' found the weakness of the 'infiltrators' in a very short period of time.

"Good evening, everybody."

Delbon, a member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau', looked at the sword and shield Gatling and the 107mm Type 95 single-launch rocket launcher in the house, and the corner of his eye twitched.

Are Jason's friends a bunch of monsters too?

Who prepared the sword-shield Gatling and the 107-mm Type 95 MLRS at home?

Is this a small war?

Derbon smiled from the bottom of his heart, trying to keep the smile on his face normal.

But, the next moment, his smile could no longer be maintained.

Buzz!

With the sound of propellers, a formation of 20 drones flew out of the window on the third floor, looking at the miniature missiles above, Delbon subconsciously took a step back.

The member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' looked at John, Brian, and McCall in his eyes, without any underestimation, full of vigilance.

Whether it is manifested or not, the 'mysterious side' always has the idea of superiority over ordinary people.

It's a fact.

Just looking at the muzzle of the sword shield Gatling, the muzzle of the rocket launcher and the miniature missiles, Delbon silently estimated his chances of survival in the face of these three people, and immediately, the smile on his face became extremely sincere.

"Good evening."

Brian and McCall respond to Delbon.

John nodded.

Appearing with Jason, is it the friend of the so-called 'mysterious side'?

Regarding the mysterious side, after experiencing Edward's affairs, the three of them began to investigate.

The three of them may not be 'mysterious people', but the abilities and connections of the three of them are destined to easily come into contact with some things that ordinary people can't touch.

In the past, it was just covered up.

And once the 'cover' is lifted.

There are some things that can't be hidden.

However, for the three Johns, the 'mysterious side person' is still quite worth caring about.

Especially when they first met the so-called 'mysterious side'.

Jason, you say?

Jason doesn't count.

In the minds of the three, Jason is a good friend.

And Delbon?

Strangers meeting for the first time.

Therefore, the eyes of the curious three people became a little different.

Derbon looked at the three of them and felt as if he had been targeted by three wolves.

It's not an ordinary wolf, it's a lone wolf roaming the forest, the wild, the desert.

Without hesitation, Delbon took a step back and stood behind Jason.

Will the 'mysterious side' be ashamed to retreat in the face of ordinary people?

It's better to be embarrassed than to lose your life, right?

There are not no 'mysterious people' who have died at the hands of ordinary people in history, and Delbon does not want to be the next one.

That's what you will be ridiculed when you die.

Right now?

Natural selection to live from the heart is the essence of longevity.

"Your friend, Excellency Jason, is truly extraordinary."

"They're the most powerful of the average people I've ever seen."

"Even compared to some people on the 'mystery side', it is not inferior."

Delbon praised quietly.

Jason did not refute this.

In his opinion, John, Brian, and McCall were indeed like this.

As long as the three of them are given enough time to prepare, ordinary 'Mysteries' will really be killed by the three of them, and even, in some special circumstances, it is not much more difficult for the three of them to kill some of the 'Mystics' than it is to kill a chicken.

After all, all three are professionals.

So, Jason was quite excited when he got word from Del Bone that a 'sneaker' had targeted his friends John, Brian, and McCall.

The strength of the John trio, Jason is quite clear.

Since the 'infiltrators' of the Sabi people have targeted the three of them, they must be fully prepared.

And in Jason's eyes, the preparation of the Sabi people is completely equal to the complete ingredients.

So, he changed direction and headed for the outskirts.

Jason was running with all his might, and the bad mood he had had long since gone.

That's right, bad mood.

Jason was in a bad mood just now.

Because, not only was the original 'flow plan' completely disrupted, but his supplementary plan did not come in handy.

The 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' cooperated with the 'Mysterious Side' to deal with the remaining two Sabi commandos quite safely, and the sporadic Sabi were monitored by the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' for a long time, and all the Sabi were taken down at the moment of the battle.

To put it simply, apart from the first 1 Raider and 10 Scouts' Sabi Star Package, Jason has nothing to gain at all.

The expected food was gone, which was a real blow to Jason.

It's like skipping breakfast and looking forward to lunch, only to be told that lunch has been canceled.

But that's not the worst!

Lunch is gone, dinner can be expected.

But who would have thought that even dinner would be gone!

Even, the whole restaurant is closing!

Jason couldn't have imagined that a 'sneaker' who had been set aside as a precautionary haul had already been affected by the consciousness of the shell to such an extent.

This is really counterintuitive!

"What happened to the accident?"

Jason pondered.

It's like he doesn't believe that the people of the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' will be rice buckets.

Since the Sabi people sent this 'infiltrator' as a precautionary measure, the other party must be quite good and powerful.

"What's wrong, Jason?"

John asked.

"I'm a little confused."

In the face of John's question, Jason said truthfully.

Suddenly, the three of John, who were already puzzled, immediately frowned.

Delbon is no exception, this member of the 'Clock Tower' stationed in the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' is not a fool, and with Jason's reminder, he quickly discovers that something is wrong.

And just as everyone was thinking, there was a sudden roar in the distant sky.

The next moment, everyone's eyes couldn't help but widen.

Delbon murmured in a voice that bordered on moaning.

"That's, that's ......"