Watching the car walk away, the elder of the patrol duo shrugged his shoulders and sighed at the young man he led: "Look, this is the strange hobby of rich people. ”

"Do you show your virtue of being kind and generous, or is it just to show off in front of your female companion?" After the young patrolman finished speaking, he noticed that the beggar had gone into the alley: "I also know that if he dares to stop the car again, we will definitely drive him away." ”

"Yes, the nobles will not like someone begging on the main road." When the elder group said this, he heard the sound of the locomotive motor behind him, and he sighed helplessly: "You see, there are more and more rich people now, and everyone is starting to hate the unmanageable means of transportation such as horse-drawn carriages and the horses responsible for carrying them through the streets. ”

After speaking, the two patrol officers turned around and saw a locomotive with a blue body, the door was printed with the shield of the Homeland Security Agency, and the person in charge of operating the locomotive was a half-sized man, and the young man sitting in the back seat looked at the two patrolmen and nodded: "Good evening, two, I'm Zem from the Homeland Security Agency, my ID." ”

"Ah, good evening, Your Excellency Zem, Investigator I, your new department is really good, is there anything going on?" The older group of the patrol officers was very envious of this locomotive, and as for the Department of Homeland Security, this new department gathered the real power departments of several royal capitals, and now all the extraordinary events were handled by them.

It wasn't the children of the great nobles who gilded it, the older group understood what terrible things these young people had to deal with, and the beggars and thieves they had to deal with were as cute as babies in comparison.

"Have you seen a stranger in the neighborhood, or something suspicious?" Zem withdrew his credentials and asked the patrolmen in a leisurely tongue curl in his northern Sidney voice.

"No, Your Excellency, unless a philanthropic gentleman and a daring beggar are suspicious." The older group shook their heads: "By the way, I'm sorry, I haven't confirmed what makes a suspicious person." ”

"Hmm...... Nothing more, thank you for the report. After Zem finished speaking, he tapped the car door, and as the locomotive began to move, the young man smiled and raised his police hat: "Good night, both." ”

"Good night, Your Excellency." The two patrol officers also raised their hats and watched the locomotive disappear into the depths of the night with the distinguished guests on it.

"Old Jack, when are we going to have such a beautiful street patrol?"

"Probably when you're too old to walk." The older group finished laughing, and noticed a couple of guys in black appearing on the street corner.

The other party's eyes met.

So the older group immediately bit the whistle and blew it – for a reason.

Because he doesn't know who his opponent is.

If the opponent is an ordinary little thief, he blows the whistle, and they should run away.

If the opponent is a little thief with extraordinary abilities, he should disappear in front of their eyes as quickly as he blows the whistle.

If the opponent is a robber with extraordinary ability, his whistle may lead to death, but it is better to blow the whistle before death than to be killed silently, the Sidney police system will never let go of anyone who dares to kill his colleagues, even if he is a nobleman, even if the police system cannot convict the other party, it will definitely use private duels again and again to eliminate all members of this noble family.

After all, we are just His Majesty's dogs alone.

………………

Marin stopped the car at the intersection, because there was a convoy of horses passing in front of him, and a patrol officer who maintained order came to take a look, and this guy with a full face looked a lot better after noticing the mage tower badge on the door of the locomotive: "Excuse me, two, it's the convoy of the Elven Comptoir, you need to wait." ”

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry." Marin said as he stood up and stretched.

The convoy was slowly moving forward, and some elves were sitting on the roof of the car, including old members who seemed to be strange, and young people who looked around curiously.

"From the Isle of Eternal Night?" Marin asked in Elven language.

"Yes, child, may the branches flourish."

"Good evening, elder, may Ye Mao."

Since it was pure elven language, Marin didn't have to worry about anything, and sat back in the passenger cab, he took out a book to pass the time—it was taken out from the shelf.

Well, the title of the book is - On the Effect of Tone Saving in the Structure of the Technique on the Duration of the Procedure.

It sounded very high-end, and Marin felt a little difficult - he relied on his paternal bloodline to cast his spells, and he walked all with innate skills, and this kind of thing that even had thirteen classifications of tongue curls when he rolled his tongue was too anti-human.

Quietly putting the book back, Marin pulled another one.

One glance at the title of the book - On the next generation of evolution of muskets.

I'm familiar with this thing!

Marin happily turned the first page...... Then he glanced at Cross: "My dear, is the old man of your mage tower thinking about these things that are usually fine?" ”

He unfolded the book in his hand, and on the first page it was written that it was the battle mage's first-generation tactical decisive weapon, the seventy-five-millimeter assault mortar gun.

You battle mages are holding this thing in both hands, trying to fight some bad luck?

"Oh, this thing is actually for the stone elemental, before the long-barreled artillery became popular, the stone element used this cannon to shell the opponent during the battle." Cross said this, pointing to the small line below: "Look at the introduction below. ”

Marlin took it back and took a look at it—it was first put on the battlefield two hundred years ago, and it had been used for twenty years.

"Okay."

Turn the first page, the second page of the cannon becomes a long-barreled artillery, this kind of thing called a long-barreled assault gun is obviously not used by people, it has grips on both sides, it is obviously also carried by elemental creatures for shelling, this long-barreled assault gun has three subtypes, trial type, eighty mm caliber, only two, should be used for technical verification.

The mass-produced version, with a caliber of 80 mm, produced a total of 420 guns, which were used in many battles, because solid bullets were used, and the effect was not good.

The planned production version, seventy-five mm, with only one door built, was a reproduction version of the flowering shell a hundred and fifty years later, and to Marlin's curiosity, it became a turret-like structure, with a twin load and a ten-round magazine.

"What is the planned production type?"

"It's something that's going to be put on an ironclad ship, and it turns out that it's more useful for battlemages to use it as a ground attack."

"How did this thing a battle mage fly into the sky with it?"

"The weight-reducing circle and the floating chain equipment are cutting-edge technologies from another world, but they require a very powerful psionic ability from a battle mage, and this planned production type was used for fifteen years, and then replaced by a new assault gun." As a member of the Mage's Tower, Cross explained that these things were insignificant.

Marin felt that this explanation did make sense, so he turned another page.

This time the guy is a heavy assault gun, 240 mm caliber, single-shot, and only one prototype.

The following comment is that the recoil tore the battlemage who tested him in half, which led to a mandatory rule that the weapon must be data-proven before it could be prototyped.

…… It should be so, these guys are really insane, this is all the firepower of the World War II patrol, you let the battle mage take it to the sky to fight chaos?

Even if Chaos doesn't call the police, the Battle Mages will call the police, you resource-wasting idiots.

By the time the fourth page was reached, the convoy had fully passed, and Cross released the brakes and operated the locomotive onwards.

Then glancing at the guy on page four, the 406mm 2nd Generation Decisive Battle Weapon (data argument), Marlin stuffed it back into the shelf, and affirmed that one of the craftsmen of the Mage Tower had an army and the other a navy.

Because only such a combination can come up with such a terrible thing.

But one thing to say, this thing is much more powerful than the Sanqi hand machine.

Thinking so, Marin heard a whistle coming from the street behind him.

Then, as if boiling, the siren car and whistle immediately sounded, and the police gentlemen, who had nothing to do on the side of the road, immediately jumped into a blue locomotive and rushed in the direction of the whistle.

Anyway, tonight was so tight, and for the first time that Marin discovered that Mr. Casaman's life as a sinking fish was really colorful, so let's run hard, Mr. Casaman.

As he thought so, Marin saw a man in uncovered clothes slam open the door on the side of the street, running under the watchful eye of Marin and a carload of policemen.

A policeman immediately turned the searchlight on the roof of the car: "It's Barney Sato, who escaped from prison three times!" ”

Ah, it turned out to be a prison escape gentleman.

Marin stood up and watched as the gentleman flicked his tiny proof as he approached the car, as if intending to carjack it.

Marin thought for a moment, and finally Fio pulled out a long-barreled double-barreled shotgun from the dark cabinet under the car, Lorraine pulled out a short-barreled double-barreled shotgun, and Merlot pulled out two revolvers from Marin's waist.

The gentleman smiled awkwardly at the face of the creatures of different sizes and lengths, then turned and ran quickly down the alley.

He was then hit by a stun bomb fired by Fio, a soft bullet that struck his shaggy ass with its own shock, knocking the fool down and foaming at the mouth.

"Good marksmanship." Mr. Policeman, who was in the car, jumped down: "Sir, your bounty ......" "How much is he worth?" ”

Marin asked condescendingly.

"Forty bucks."

"Very good, they have your afternoon tea money now, hard work." Marin waved to them and sat back in the passenger seat.

"Does Mr. Marin look down on Mr. Fugitive?" Cross asked curiously.

"Yes, it's worth forty yuan to escape from prison three times, I think this guy is a little pitiful, but the law is the law, since he is a fugitive and wants to hijack our car, he needs to pay some price." After Marin finished speaking, he relaxed his whole body into the cushioned seat: "May he be able to live a colorful life in the next fourth prison disaster." ”

"Then again, how did he run away from someone else's house so disheveled."

Cross asked, a little confused.

Marin thought about it and decided to rot the answer in his stomach.

After all, there is not only one way to climb to the top of life.