Chapter 1388: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (4)

"Really, really?!unbelievable!" Even after Bediwell exposed the matter, Solar still seemed to have a look of disbelief.

"I thought they were good people. Miss Kana paid me a little more," Solal continued.

You've probably noticed that the assignment you receive is not at all proportional to the salary you get, and the amount of money you pay is not enough for what you would have paid. Bediwell couldn't help but complain in his heart. But he felt that it would be a little too pitiful for Solar to tell the magic swordsman this cruel truth, and it was better to keep this secret in his heart forever.

"For that little money, you're completely bought. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, stroked his beard and sneered, "It's still too tender." Solal didn't respond, just frowned.

"Anyway," Bedivir hurriedly interrupted, "now that we know that this [Muhammad Merchant Group] is behind the scenes, then what we have to do is simple. Is there any way to find out what the Muhammad Merchant Order's base in Cairo is, the large warehouse, or the research institute?" "Kador?" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, tapped the communicator in his ear.

"Yes, I've been looking it up on my computer. The voice of Knight of the Round Table Kador came from the communicator in the war room, "Well, there are five matching answers. Two were large warehouses in the north of the city, which, according to the information they submitted to the Egyptian government, were used to store timber. One was the dockyard of the Muhammad merchant group, near the port south of the city. There is also a cargo distribution yard in the east of the city, which is responsible for concentrating caravans and distributing goods from one place to another. "That's the yard. Bediwell snapped.

"Why are you so sure?" asked Duke Gwen.

The werewolf touched his chin and said, "The human traffickers must have kidnapped a lot of people over the years, right? That place is closest to the scene where they kidnapped people, so it's very convenient to be the first to pick them up, and besides, if the kidnapped people are carried around in the normal way, they will always show their feet, right? Perhaps it was simpler, they just transported people in, sent them to a place under the distribution yard to hide, and what was shipped out had been exchanged for real goods as a disguise. This is the safest thing to do. "Well, that's a reasonable analysis. Duke Gwen also stroked his beard and thought, "Anyway, we don't have much choice now. If you go to check the suspicious areas one by one, you will be startled again. Well, let's go to that cargo yard first and see what's there. Bedwell nodded, and turned to look at the Demon Swordsman, "Solar, what are you going to do?" "Of course, I'm going to come with you to save people, my friend." The swordsman Solar seemed to be deliberately ignoring Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, and turned his attention to Bediwell.

Solar and Duke Gwen seem to have something to do. Bediwell could vaguely sense an indescribable sense of alienation between the two men. Considering that Duke Gwen is also one of the Knights of the Round Table, that is, one of the examiners of this Round Table Trial, and Solal has also failed in the Round Table Trial before, maybe it is because Duke Gwen does not agree with Solal that the Demon Swordsman is disqualified from becoming a Knight of the Round Table? Although Bediwell was very curious, he thought it was better not to ask more about the grievances of others, so he decided to keep silent.

At the same time, Albert had just come out of the VIP room at the [Lost Paradise] bar, and he was still flustered and embarrassed all the way, pulling the corners of his clothes down as much as possible to cover up a small almost imperceptible mark on his pants. He had a lot of worries, in addition to the embarrassment of his clothes, he also had to worry about the VIP room at the end of the corridor that was still open, for fear that Shiloma and the others would just come out of it and collide with Albert. However, when he heard the sounds of people playing and arguing in the room (most of them were Gusta drunk and noisy, singing out of tune), he knew that Shiloma and the others would not come out of it so quickly. Albert breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the tiger thought for a moment what to do next. Warehouses in the port. God knows how much danger awaits him. Albert really didn't want to wade into this muddy water if he could. But Chanel had already volunteered to check on the situation, and Albert would be uneasy if she was in any danger. Sure enough, it's better to take a look.

The tiger sighed, made up his mind and walked out of the bar. He was about to leave, but a vehicle parked in the bar's open-air parking lot caught Albert's eye.

yes, why didn't he find something so conspicuous when he came? The blackened-painted Iron Rider, which looked like a dragoon, was the same vehicle that Dragoon Doha was riding in for today's delivery. Doha must have been well acquainted with mechanical things, his horse was fierce and fierce, but with a seductive and streamlined beauty beneath its rugged form, and for all its wild appearance, its finesse was imbued with an incomparably precise mechanical beauty, every propeller, every flywheel, and even every line, all neatly choreographed and full of geometric beauty, without the slightest blemish.

Seeing this beautiful machine, even Albert, who knew very little about machinery, couldn't help but be amazed. With such a high degree of modification, the performance of the iron horse is probably comparable to that of the real dragon horse.

And when Albert saw the two powerful photon cannons and a giant shipborne lightsaber mounted on this pitch-black iron horse, his heart suddenly flooded with terror.

That's right. There is no [no vehicle] rule in the Roundtable Trial Playoffs.

In other words, it is possible that the dragon knight Doha will ride this metal monster and fight with Albert?!

No matter how great Albert's ability is, with his tiger body, he will never win against such a well-equipped war machine? What should he rely on to make up for the gap in mobility? How should he attack Doha, a dragon knight flying in the air on a pitch-black iron horse?

Not to mention, the two powerful light cannons on this iron horse can easily blast Albert into slag! The output of the iron horse is extremely powerful, and the cannon fire can also fire continuously!

Even if Albert was able to avoid the dense and deadly artillery fire and approach the Dragon Knight Doha, he would not be able to compete with the giant shipborne lightsaber with the weapon he had now?!

The more Albert looked at it, the more he wondered, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he became. This damn vehicle looks so perfect, so perfect that you feel like you can easily kill anyone in the world when you sit on it. Albert has lost completely from the equipment point alone, what will he play in tomorrow's game?

By the way, Albert thought about it. Bediwell also got a second-hand Iron Rider from the black market in Cairo. If you use that iron horse, maybe you can compete with this pitch-black iron horse.

No way. The Iron Rider was said to be second-hand, and its photonic engine had been replaced, and its current electromagnet engine could only float a few feet above the ground, which was okay for long-distance commuting, and it was ridiculous to use it for combat. That second-hand iron rider didn't even have a weapon on it, so what could it do to compete with the opponent's heavy firepower?

What's more, Albert had no experience driving vehicles in the first place. Whether it was an iron rider or a dragoon, or even the most ordinary anti-gravity vehicle, Albert had not driven half a single vehicle. Is it too late to learn the driving skills of the iron rider now?

Albert thought about it, but he still couldn't figure it out. Tomorrow's battle is expected to be hard, but I can't think of a solution now, so I'll have to go back in the evening and discuss a countermeasure with Bedeville - I just hope that the stupid wolf will come to Albert's aid.

"What are you looking at, sir?" a voice suddenly sounded from behind Albert, so frightened that the tiger almost jumped.

"Uh, no, no, I just passed by and was fascinated—" Albert turned his head to see that it was Doha, the dragon knight.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Albert. Doha, however, had already recognized the tiger man Albert, and couldn't help but squeeze out a mysterious smile: "Come to find out the enemy's situation? But I'm sorry, everything you see is not the status quo that you can control, and you can't win tomorrow's game just by looking at it." Doha said to himself, as he jumped on his iron horse, plugged in the key, and started its engine.

"So you're really going to use this meow tomorrow?" the tiger asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Of course. I don't think there is a violation of any rules in doing so. Doha said nonchalantly, "On the other hand, you can also go to Daddy Sphinx and borrow some vehicles, maybe then we can compete fairly?" "How can there be any meow fairness. Albert couldn't help but complain in his heart. Driving this kind of iron monster and fighting an opponent who doesn't drive anything is obviously a very bad thing. However, combat is always like this, and you can't always expect the enemy to fight you on equal terms with chivalry, but more often than not, the enemy will drive powerful vehicles to kill you. It should be said that Doha, the dragon knight who was almost penniless, was able to get such a powerful iron horse in such a short period of time, and he also has his own merits.

So Albert decided not to say anything. Complaining about this little thing will only damage the hero's temperament and be looked down upon by the other party.

"Meow, we'll see you tomorrow. Albert said with a calm face as he watched the dragon knight Doha take off in the air.

"Very well, I look forward to the battle with Your Excellency tomorrow. The handsome blonde young man also gave Albert a hearty smile, slammed on the accelerator of the iron rider, and flew away in an instant.