"What!?" The two looked at Isaf in surprise.

"The president is a fake, a puppet." Iyaf continued, "Perhaps in a sense, after that battle, our guild has fallen. ”

"Puppet? Are you talking about a little white doll? Wren asked.

"That's right, that's what the puppeteer used to transform things, so you've encountered it too?"

On the way out of the warehouse park, Clal recounted what had just happened to Isaf, and as he spoke, Wren suddenly became alert, he deliberately interrupted Clair, and asked Isaf: "So, this place is full of a large number of puppets, and some of them are powerful characters, so how did you get here safely?" And it looks unharmed. ”

"Are you suspicious of me?" Itaf gave a rare smile.

"No, no, just a little curious."

"It's okay, it's normal to be suspicious, like I was suspicious of you just now." Pointing to the bustling crowd around him, Isaf said, "You see, there is not much difference here on the surface, as far as I know, there are very few puppeteers among the social people, and their real transfiguration targets are us executors, because the executors are the pillars of the guild, and it is more valuable to them to defeat the pillars." ”

"So the guild is now controlled by the puppeteers? Haven't all the fake presidents been killed by you? Then it should be safe here. Claire looked excited.

"Even if the leader of the puppet transformation is killed, there will be other puppets on the top, and everything will not change in the slightest." Izaf waved his hand, motioned for Clal and Wren to continue to follow, and continued: "We have to leave this permanent point now, the wild area is relatively safer, after going out, find a way to find Lirea first, now she is on a mission assigned by the fake president, I'm afraid that there will be more luck, I'm a little worried." ”

"What about the true president? Shouldn't we go to her first? Wren asked.

"Find Lirea first, and then go to the battlefield together to find out the situation." Itaf hesitated, "By the way, if I were a puppet, you two would have become my sword revenants just now." ”

“……”

“……”

As Isaf said, the social district is still peaceful, with a variety of shops along the street, under a sun umbrella, sitting around drinking afternoon tea, and like many European streets in the real world, some people enjoy a pleasant afternoon here, of course, there is no shortage of office workers hurrying with their heads down, the only difference from the real world is that the communication tool has been changed from mobile phones to bracelets.

The three of them walked into an inconspicuous weapons shop on the side of the road under the leadership of Isaf, the owner was a fat uncle in a blue and white horizontal T-shirt, with two mustaches, who was intently looking at the TV hanging on the wall, and when he saw a guest coming to the door, he just glanced at it coldly, and did not react much.

Accustomed to the place, Izaf walked to the innermost row of shelves, took some high-explosive grenades and light firearms from them, walked to the counter, and pointed to the boss at the high shelves next to the television, which turned out to be two sturdy heavy machine guns, and the boss shook his head at him, indicating that they were not for sale.

"What's the situation, is there a business that doesn't work?" Wren wondered.

Isaf waved his hand, indicating that Wren should not speak, and then raised two fingers at the boss and gestured, the boss still shook his head, Isaf was helpless, and raised three fingers, at this time the boss was also a little impatient, and simply raised one hand and five fingers.

Isaf nodded his head in acknowledging the deal.

After buying weapons, Iyav and Wren were about to leave, but found that Krar had been staring at the TV on the wall since he came in, and his expression was extremely complicated......

Seeing this, Claire was stunned, the tears that had been rolling in his eyes finally couldn't help but burst out, he didn't know whether this was tears of joy or tears, at least he finally saw his best friend across the screen, Claire didn't know that the battlefield at that time was free from real injury, at that moment, he felt that Zhou Jialiang had left him, completely separated from his yin and yang, he still raised his head, had no intention of leaving, looking at the advertisements that had been inserted on TV, his expression was blank.

"That friend of yours is not dead, he is now the god of thunder, don't worry." Iyaf patted Clal on the shoulder and comforted.

"yes, that's great...... "Claire wiped her tears with her hands and asked, "how do you know he's my friend ......?" ”

Izaf didn't answer, he just silently handed Krar three high-explosive grenades, a revolver, and an MP5 miniature submachine gun and asked him to put it in the bracelet.

The rest of the weapons were given to Wren, but he himself left nothing, and as a berserker, perhaps a sword of rage was enough.

"Do you know how to drive?" Iyav asked Wren.

"Of course, in the real world, I'm a professional rally driver!" Wren patted his dark and strong chest muscles, looking confident.

The three of them then turned a few intersections, where there was a second-hand car dealership, the owner was a flamboyant middle-aged Southeast Asian woman, dressed in bohemian style, a pair of huge earrings kept dangling on both sides of the head, seeing the Isaf group walking in, she twisted her round buttocks and greeted with a smile: "What do you guys need?" In addition to the car, I also have food and use, everything! ”

It turns out that there is a small convenience store in this car dealership, although the scale is not large, but the goods seem to be full, and it can really be described as a small sparrow.

The cars in the car dealership, basically are high-chassis off-road and jeep-based, rarely one or two retro convertible sports cars parked in inconspicuous corners, each car is polished very bright, although it is only some second-hand cars, but it looks very new, Wren saw a riotous red convertible jeep, suddenly his eyes lit up, walked forward and opened the door without saying a word, he held the steering wheel with both hands, as if he was intoxicated.

"This handsome guy has a really good eye, this car is ......"

Before the proprietress finished speaking, Isaf spoke: "I want this car, help me adjust it, we have to go inside and pick something out, and we will pay for it later." ”

"No problem, wrap it up on me."

After the proprietress finished speaking, she instructed the mechanic who was smoking at the door: "Stop smoking, hurry in and work!" ”