Old George, who finished the shift, dragged his tired body on the way home.

There is no curfew at night in the City of Peace, but due to security concerns, humans like George Sr. rarely appear outdoors at night.

There are many tactical humanoids of various types coming and going, and they who have started their nightlife even more like old George are alone.

As usual, no less than a dozen tactical figures came forward to express their concern, and George Sr. returned to the door.

Instead of opening the door to go home, he sat on the steps in front of the door and lit a cigarette and smoked.

George Sr. knew that sitting at the door was not much different from returning home, and that his family had long since been torn apart by more than a decade of war.

His elderly parents died in the bombardment of a coastal city in the deep sea, and his wife died early because of inhaling radioactive fallout.

One of the two sons went to the Navy and the other to the Army, and all they came back with only two medals and clothes they wore out.

In the smoke, old George seemed to see the happy life before the war.

Unfortunately, this immersion lasted only a few minutes before it was interrupted by a cigarette butt that burned to his fingers.

Old George, shaking his head and sighing, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it a few times, and then took out the key.

Just as George Sr. had just inserted the key into the lockhole, a slight sound of footsteps reached his ears.

"Who??" Old George immediately asked nervously.

The human settlements are not only the best places in the City of Peace, but also areas where tactical humanoids are off-limits, especially at night.

Old George, who didn't have the sight of a tactical humanoid, couldn't see where the footsteps in the dark were coming from.

Old George's question went unanswered, but the slight footsteps did not stop.

Listening to the sound of footsteps coming nearer and nearer, and what seemed to be coming from all directions, old George took out the useless police gun at his waist and aimed it left and right.

Finally, under the pressure of the footsteps of the only people who could not hear them, George Sr. pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang" a few times, and the bullets in the magazine were cleaned.

After a few consecutive pulls, old George's arm trembled a little when he heard the hammer crash, and he wanted to reload the rifle.

Before old George could make a move, a slender and feeble palm rested on his arm.

Startled, old George looked up and saw a pair of bright red pupils that were very distinctive in the night.

"Where are they?" Wayne, who "gently" put his hand on Old George's arm, opened his mouth and exhaled a cold breath.

"You...... You...... What are you talking about? Old George, who wanted to withdraw his arm, was horrified to find that although the other party only put his palm "lightly" on his arm, he did not move as if he had pressed the force of ten thousand jun.

"Where are they?" Wayne asked in a tone that would freeze his soul.

"I ...... I don't know what you're talking about, help...... Help me...... Help me!!! Old George struggled a few times, realized that everything was in vain, and began to cry out for help.

Unfortunately, no matter how hoarse he tried to cry for help, there was no response from the surrounding human settlements.

It's strange that, in theory, he had already reacted when he first fired the gun.

If those damn robots, keeping humans here like pets, how could they allow a shooting here?

"You know...... What am I talking about. Wayne's fingertips moved slightly, and the police officer's gun, which was tightly held by old George, turned into a pile of parts and fell to the ground.

Then Wayne raised his other hand and opened it in front of old George, and several bullets landed on the ground.

"Damn, shit, shit, shit, I really don't know what you're talking about, I'm just a little person!!" Wayne's movements sent George Sr. into a breakdown.

It was the first time he had seen a robot that could catch bullets with his bare hands...... By the way, I also complained in my heart about my colleagues in the police department.,Fill in the human being on the other party's profile.。

Is this human? It's Superman!! Captain America can't do it to that extent either.

"There is a price to be paid for guarding secrets." Wayne's arm climbed along the other party's arm to the position of the neck, pinching the neck and directly lifting old George up.

Old George, who couldn't breathe for a moment, struggled and said, "I...... I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about...... What to say, I ...... No...... Know ......"

In the pain of suffocation, old George's legs began to kick wildly, and he gradually lost his strength and stopped moving.

Wayne, who had been in a high position for five minutes, let go of his hand and let old George's body collapse to the ground.

"Is the clue broken?" Wayne shook his head and stabbed a bloody hole in his fingertip, dripping a drop of viscous inhuman blood onto old George's body.

Old George's pupils, which had begun to dilate, suddenly shrank.

Originally, it was just because of the bloodshot pupils, which were a little bloodshot, and they were eroded by something that looked filthy and muddy.

Looking at the appearance of old George's "corpse" staggering to its feet, Wayne sighed slightly at the power she had.

If she wanted to, it would be a matter of minutes to turn the city into a new Yanan...... It can be seen from the reaction of the sniper rifle lady who Mishan picked up when she drank the blood collection bottle.

Vayne's blood is just as effective against the world's tactical humanoids.

"I don't know your soul, whether you want to keep it a secret or not." Wayne looked away from old George in his bestial state, staring at the dark night and said.

"Roar...... Old George staggered and began to move in a certain direction.

"Very good" Wayne's body behind him turned into a cloud of transparent smoke.

Twenty minutes later, in a secret stronghold, a group of Humans, dressed in white sheets, gathered to reminisce about the good world before the outbreak of war, and to think about what to do to let those damn robots know whose world it was.

While the white sheets were talking, a dozen self-disciplined tactical figures protected the stronghold with weapons in their hands.

A loud "bang" interrupted the somewhat noisy stronghold.

Most of the dozen tactical figures immediately raised their weapons and aimed in the direction of the sound, while the rest moved towards the "Commanders", intending to protect the "Commanders" and move to other safe places.

Unfortunately, this time, the emergency response measures in place did not make any difference.

Out of nowhere, the shadow ravens rushed into the hidden stronghold.

The gunfire and screams of horror in the counterattack lasted for just a dozen seconds before disappearing, and the reality proved Wayne's evaluation of the tactical humanoid combat power of the firearm department as "not worth mentioning".

Walking through the hidden stronghold, those dead white sheets staggered up from the ground as Wayne passed by, but the unconscious tactical humanoid was not eroded by Vayne's power.

"Find everyone......" Under Wayne's order, the bestial members of the People's Party put on white sheets and picked up the weapons at hand, such as sticks, crowbars, water pipes, etc., and walked towards the location of their "companions".

In this way, one after another, the white coated forces of the City of Peace were devastated on this ordinary night.

Some of the latter Peaceful City police stations did not sound the alarm until hours later.

The deaths of hundreds of humans in the Autonomous State of South Dakota can be considered a huge case.

It wasn't until dawn that Wayne, who quietly returned to the hotel, only to see Mishan lying on a chair on the balcony asleep.

The "doll" that said it would protect Misugi-sama 24 hours a day also changed its movements...... Judging from the other party's movements, it seems that he was pinching Mishan's feet and pounding his legs before falling asleep.

Although some more in-depth services cannot be done without a "service module", this can still be done.

As if sensing Wayne's return, Mishan woke up from sleep, rubbed his eyes and looked at the time on his personal terminal and complained, "It's taken so long......"

Originally, Mi Shan planned to sit on the balcony and express his opinion when Wayne came back, but he didn't expect the other party to fall asleep directly after spending so long.

…… I have to say it's very embarrassing.

"I'm very sorry, sir." Wayne, who reacted to the situation, hurriedly said.

"Ahhh

"Is it done?" Mishan stood up and stretched out at the gradually brightening sky.

"That's what those people deserve." Vayne said.

"Well...... Rice Shan didn't comment much on Wayne and Greenhill's completely different treatments.

Dark stream characters or something, Mishan is not unacceptable.