In the top floor room of the fishery association, it is condescending to make it easier to observe the movement around you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The female general, who was standing behind the window, clearly saw that four guided vehicles blocked the street downstairs, and heavily armed chasseurs rushed down.

Seeing this scene, she said to her subordinates with a smile: "You say, will they know that I am here, so they have come here to kill me here!" ”

The adjutant anxiously shouted: "Don't joke general, we are not superior in numbers and firepower." ”

The female general frowned and said: "Yes, I came suddenly today, and I didn't even bring a sword, only this unpopular saber, which is not very suitable." ”

As he spoke, the roar of heavy weapons sounded downstairs, and even the shock wave brought by the weapons could be felt upstairs.

An intelligence officer ran in and reported: "The communication line has been cut off, and there is no communication with the city defense army. ”

The eyes of everyone in the room turned to Belt, who was shouting into the walkie-talkie: "If the special service team hears it, immediately attack, sweep up all the enemies attacking the fishery association, and notify the city defense army and the garrison outside the city to reinforce it, and immediately impose martial law in the city!" ”

The courtyard of the Fisheries Association was built with no idea that there would be a fight, the walls were too low to act as a barrier, and there were only a few flower stands and a parking lot in the yard.

"Hide on the second floor and call all of you down." Goethe roared in Merlin's ear, then left the merchant alone and looked anxiously at Duchamp, who was trapped in the back of the wagon.

Duchamp, who was trapped because of the lock-up trucks, was not much anxious. In full view, Duchamp did not want to be invisible, but he quickly thought of a way, and he reached out and held the tactical guide weapon.

"What kind of spell?" Duchamp pondered for a while, and felt that the fire and earth systems would cause damage, and the water and wind systems were better.

The windows on the first floor shattered in the blink of an eye. Looking at the people hiding in the small building and fighting back, the commander of the hunters shouted: "Attack the main gate!" ”

A hunter unsheaths a heavy weapon that has been prepared for a long time. I heard a whoosh, and the earth shook slightly.

"Rockets, hidden!" With this scream, a rocket smashed the door of the first floor of the Fisheries Association and burrowed into the corridor, where an explosion sounded. Experienced hunters hide in the corners of the rooms on either side, waiting for the enemy to break in.

"Diamond Star!" At this time, Duchamp also prepared the spell he had chanted for a while, and with the help of the detection system, he estimated the distance and threw it backwards.

The two hunters who were about to cross the courtyard wall were frozen to the top of the wall, and then they were beaten into meat sauce by the fire from the upper floor.

"This group of chasseurs turned out to be armed with heavy weapons." On the third floor, everyone who had always regarded themselves as the masters of Haicheng felt that they had been slapped in the face. After calling the Secret Service, Pentart turned around and reported, "The Secret Service is lying in ambush behind the town hall, and it only takes three minutes to get here." ”

"With this kind of firepower, in three minutes, they can tear down this building." The female general told a joke, but none of her subordinates heard it as a joke, and only felt that her face was burning.

She got up and said, "Let's go, go across the aisle and watch the battle." ”

After Duchamp cast a spell, he was immediately suppressed by the fire of the wall. He suddenly remembered one thing, if the other party fired another rocket and overturned the truck, wouldn't the goods inside be damaged, and in this way, I don't know if he would be asked to compensate.

As soon as the thought turned, he put a shield on himself and immediately flew out of the back of the truck and ran quickly to the other side of the parking lot.

The 10,000-point shield swept away this stray bullet with full firepower, and most of it was quickly lost. This feeling of dancing in the bullets is so refreshing!

On the other side of the fishery association is the courtyard of the museum, with a taller, sturdy building that serves as cover. As soon as Duchamp turned over, he knew that he was very wrong, and a team of three people was insidiously lying in ambush against the courtyard wall, attacking him together.

Face the music! It doesn't have to be the brave who wins.

A strange smile appeared on Duchamp's face.

"Shock!" Three hunters freeze at the same time.

After a successful move, Duchamp suddenly had an extra long knife in his hand, and with one stroke it wiped out the neck of a chaser.

"It's cheating!" The hunter's eyes widened and he collapsed to the ground in great reluctance.

"Whoosh!" The second battle-hardened hunter died in the same way.

"Gun and Axe Impact!" It took only two seconds for the third hunter to shake off the blankness and fear in his mind, and slashed at the mind-manipulating demon in front of him.

"Shadow Flash!" Duchamp dodged the blow. "Frightened!" Duchamp's old trick was repeated, but it did not work. However, he was not surprised by such a result at all, and the long knife in his hand conjured up several sword shadows, enveloping the hunter in front of him.

After many spell casting experiments, Duchamp found that after the use of control spirit spells, the higher the opponent's willpower, the easier it is to get rid of them, and once the other party is exempted or freed from mind control, then, in a short period of time, his spiritual realm will be in a state of high vigilance, and produce the consciousness power of self-protection, and be immune to other similar mind control spells in a short period of time.

The single knife method is also stronger than Duchamp. His long knife unbelievably conjured dozens of phantoms, making it impossible for the opponent to see which one was truly deadly.

After the eighth order, it is worthy of being called the gate of true entry for martial artists. A completely different power experience, a completely different way of attacking.

Although the impact ability of the gun and axe is strong, it is inevitably too heavy, and the change of tactics is far from keeping up with Duchamp's speed. Duchamp staggered, and his body took two steps forward, dodging the knife with the sound of the wind.

When dodging his opponent's attacks, he uses a drag-and-knife style.

The chasseur made a large cut on the side of his body and lay in a pool of blood, incapacitated to fight.

Duchamp looked at the hunter's lost but fearless expression, as if he had already realized that this day was coming.

He slashed his heart and slashed it down.

"I'm sorry, who let you see the master's empty-handed long knife." Duchamp muttered silently in his heart. Having dealt with a man who had lost his power to himself, Duchamp felt that something called 'goodness' in his heart was slowly being lost.

He sighed, forcibly lifted his spirits, and said into the walkie-talkie: "I am here in the wall of the museum, and I have solved the ambush of a team, and there is no ambush on the museum's side, what is the situation in other aspects." ”

Goethe said in the headset: "The situation in the small building is not very good, the opponent's fire completely suppressed us, just now there were two stupid people who died under the bazooka, fortunately it was not our people, and now we have retreated to the second floor." ”

"Where's the wolf? Owl! ”

There was no answer in the headset.

Duchamp asked again tentatively, but did not answer, nor did he hear any sound.

He ripped off his headphones, which he put on his ears and affected his hearing.

He distinctly heard the sounds of fighting coming from the other side of the square. It is clear that the wolf has encountered a strong enemy, and is engaged in human warfare, and it is too late to keep in touch with them.

Duchamp's face changed, what kind of opponent actually pressed the wolf like this, he used his mother machine to adjust the wolf's communicator to hands-free mode, and suddenly heard a furious sound of attacking while roaring, as well as the movement of large-caliber guns.

Goethe and Duchamp thought of a man almost at the same time.

"Resist the wolf, I'll come over to reinforce you right away." Duchamp roared at his headphones, no longer caring about any taboos, turned up his speed to the maximum, and ran past the museum towards the bell tower of the square.

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