Da Mu closed the door, he was about to go to the other rooms to have a look, there was not only one such person in the depths of the infirmary, there were many of them, most of them had fallen asleep after the potion, but the boy in room 4 had not closed his eyes for the third day, his red eyes were like beasts, and he had been staring at the prey in front of him.

Damu walked down the hallway deep in the infirmary, which was more like a prison, all made of alloy steel, and even the world's most powerful armor-piercing bullets could only penetrate two centimeters.

The boy still didn't sleep, but he was very quiet, he gestured with this in his hand, as if he was counting, but not like, uh, if it was like this, the boy in front of him would die like those experiments that failed, he shook his head, and saw that since there was no situation, he should also rest, today's experiment was very long, enough time for a day, or should he find a place to rest, he touched some money from his pocket, he planned to follow Jingshan and Ming to find a place to drink two cups.

In the small inn of 'Caesar' in Tokyo, Ramody was looking at the map he got from the innkeeper, the owner of this shop was an old man, a retired soldier of Yagret, he studied in Japan when he was young, his soul power was a four-winged man, and at the age of forty-eight he also participated in the First World War, but Yagre recalled the reason for his recall, and retired from the living army after the Battle of Verdun.

"Very few godborns come to this place on a mission." The old man of the inn said.

"Your shop, isn't it too conspicuous, will Yagret say that you have the idea of betraying Yagret?" At the end of the block, Mr. Ramordi said, there was a huge sign that read 'カエサル' in katakana.

"What's that, the people of this country, they think that this world is full of gods, there are ghosts everywhere, and even the rulers claim to be the descendants of the gods!" The old man said.

"Then the former Chinese emperor still considered himself a descendant of the dragon! It's just that there really was a dragon race in this world, of course, maybe those emperors themselves don't know, but 'Caesar' can't be compared with those myths. "Our world really has a god!" ”

"Hehe, you don't understand, in fact, after people know that God exists, it's not unusual for us to have these things!" The old man smiled, then narrowed his eyes.

Heaton and Yels, standing at the front of the street, looked at the house numbers piled up everywhere with fake names and men with a blank expression, feeling as if they had come to another world.

"Didn't he say, right in this neighborhood?" Heaton asked after a long silence.

"How do I know!" Yells said, "Well, do you want to ask from store to store." ”

"That's not good, I think those people always have the urge to kill us." Heaton looked at the homeless people and pedestrians who had not returned home at this time, as if he were the prey.

"Well, I already felt that something was wrong, was that American GI lying to us?" "I also gave him a cigarette!" ”

"It has nothing to do with the smoke, but I have a feeling that Ramoudj's guy is nearby." Heaton said.

"You two souls can figure it out, or can you telepathize?" Yells said.

"It's disaster prediction!" "Whenever there's a place for him, that's where I'm most unlucky." ”

"Is it so mysterious?" Yells walked forward.

"There could also be catastrophes." Heaton said.

"Meaning I'm going to be unlucky,!" Yairs said, and walked forward.

As soon as these words were spoken, a group of people came out of the black alley, all armed with weapons, and although there were no munitions, all clubs and machetes.

"Kill those two!" Someone shouted.

"Wow, so many people!" Yels looked shocked in his heart, he didn't expect to be really unlucky.

"Why are you still in a daze, running." Heaton shouted behind him.

"Are you a crow's mouth!"

"No, but the plague god is near us." Heaton said, 'The Plague God' was talking about Ramody.

At this time, La Modi, who was sitting in the 'Caesar' hotel, let out a loud sneeze, and then said to himself, "I have a cold!" ”

"What do you mean by this group of people, we don't seem to have provoked them." Yairs said, and then ran in front of Heaton, and the skill of escaping, Yels used it to the extreme.

"Cynics, people who are not satisfied with the outcome of the war, they are hostile to any foreigner." Heaton explained.

"Didn't we hit the muzzle of the gun, then?" Yells ran desperately through the streets.

It was very quiet in the small hotel, and Ramaudi was studying the map very carefully, when suddenly he heard a very chaotic sound outside,

"What's going on out there?" Ramaudi asked the old man at the hotel.

"What else can I do, those Imperial War radicals are chasing and killing those foreign soldiers." The old man spoke, and then got a glass of water from the bar.

"Every day?" Ramodi looked up.

"Every day, if it weren't for the time when you came, those Imperial Patrol soldiers patrolling the roads for refugees, I guess you would have been hunted down." The old man didn't care.

"Oh, how scary."

Then, Ramodi heard a loud yelling that had been loud all night, "Ramodi Kaskimir Noslan, where are you bastard?" ”

"Well, if someone calls you again, it's still your full name!" The old man said, a little surprised.

"I know," Ramordi's face darkened. He knew it was the Yels who was the brainless guy coming, and Heaton, though he was a little prejudiced against himself, wouldn't shout like a wolf howling in the middle of the night.

"Could it be that the friends who are looking for you are being hunted down outside?" The old man was silent for a long time and asked.

"It seems so." Ramaudi was not in a hurry to save the two from the crisis, because he even scolded his full name, and he had such a big enmity with him?

"Hey, be careful, something really happens!" The old man reminded, "This group of people has gone mad enough to commit suicide to the ruler and then demand a new war!" ”

"Are you talking too seriously?" Ramodi stood up and walked outside.

"If it's not serious, I want to see a good show." The old man knew that Ramaudi was embarrassed by the task companions who were being hunted down at this time, "Forget it, you come back, I'll go find them, those crazy people don't want to kill their own countrymen, you will make a big deal if you go." ”

"Thank you then!" Ramaudi walked to the wooden door, stopped, and then turned back with a smile on his face.