"A daughter." After a long pause, Kramer said suddenly.

"What?" Robert's mind was still on his wife.

"I have a daughter." Kramer said again.

"Oh, really?" Robert was slightly surprised. "How old?"

"Six." Kramer said.

"That's the age of a flower." Robert couldn't help but ask. He remembered the fire in the subterranean city of Ahura, such a murderous fellow...... But the father of a young girl? The unreality began to spring up in his mind again.

"But it was also an age when I was curious about my father's profession." Kramer couldn't help but sigh, but his face only softened for a moment before it returned to cold.

"I don't know who hired these guys." He said. "There were attempts to crack it, but Steanis's database uses a military-grade encryption engine, and its algorithms are so complex that even the Minotaur's Gaecan access experts can't figure it out."

"I see......" Robb nodded. Will they really send people again? Robert asked.

"What do you think?" Kramer looked at him like a fool, and then stared at the military-grade computer in front of him, suddenly frowning.

"You just said we were going to leave this apartment, did you mean it's not safe here?" Robert analyzed.

"Hmm." Kramer admitted.

"And where do you want to take me? I can't leave the City of Angels right now. "The busy work of the bureau, and the mastermind behind this conspiracy, one mystery after another has yet to be solved, will Joanna and Jonny be okay? Betis. Is Andrew safe? Freud. Does Rantis know we're looking for him? Michael. Haydn...... The connection with him had to be kept open, and now, he Robert simply could not disappear from the labyrinth that was gradually peeling away from his true face.

"Let's deal with the present, bureau, the plan may change, and they finally can't help but act." Kramer snapped shut the computer and pulled a pistol and a strange goggles out of Robert before he could react.

With a clang, someone rang the doorbell outside the door, and Robert watched strangely as the mercenary took out the silencer from his pocket and calmly screwed it onto the muzzle.

"Mr. Robert, I'm Building Security." The man at the door said loudly. "Someone complained to us that you ......"

With a "pop", Kramer, who had installed a silencer, raised his gun and shot at the door, and the sound of a human body falling soft was heard outside the door.

"What, you killed him? Are you crazy? Robert was simply stupid by Kramer.

"This is a bachelor apartment building, not a corporate and government building, where is the preservation?" Kramer looked at the gun in his hand.

"You're not sure about that!" Robert was almost on the verge of yelling.

"Whatever." The mercenary rolled his eyes, and then, as if sensing something, he looked at the two windows of Robert's apartment, and then beckoned to Robert

"Please come to me." He instructed as he put on the goggles and pressed his fingers over the edges of them. Standing in front of him, Robert noticed that the otherwise transparent glasses seemed to be bursting with a thick fog from the edges, and then completely hid Kramer's eyes.

"What's going on?" Robert panicked, so he had to follow the mercenary's words and walked to his side, Kramer reached out with a lightning hand and grabbed him by the collar, Robert only felt a tremendous force completely pressing his body to the floor, he didn't know what to do, and tried to stand up.

"What are you doing? Let me go! He said.

"You'd better close your eyes." There was no emotion in Kramer's voice.

At this moment, the window on the side of the street in the living room made two crisp sounds, and then the glass shattered, and two black flat objects were thrown into the room from the window, Robert only felt that his eyes were white, and subconsciously quickly closed his eyes, but it seemed to be too late.

The white light in the room suddenly converged, and suddenly two black shadows swung in from the window, and the impact of their bodies caused the thick double glass to scatter and shatter, but just when the two of them were still stuck in the air in the window lattice, the pistol in Kramer's hand had already made two gunshots.

He was so accurate that he shot one of them in the head and killed him instantly, and the body fell into the room and into an old gunfight movie playing on a holographic television.

Another shot struck the other man in the chest, and the man landed on the ground and immediately performed a perfect military roll, while the automatic firearm with the silencer in his hand immediately spewed out flames at Kramer.

All his bullets hit the wall behind the True Guard mercenary, and Kramer, who was already hiding in the corner, used his hand to pull Roberto over who was prostrate on the floor, and found that his eyes were blank and glazed.

"I said, close your eyes." Kramer sighed.

"Then you should take a moment and tell me why!" Robert, who now knew why, complained loudly at him.

Kramer took a deep breath at this time, and his body suddenly flipped out from behind the wall and down the ground, and the mercenary who was huddled behind the sofa fired at him one after another, but the bullets hit the floor and the wall, Kramer was already approaching with his fruitless attack, he jumped up from the ground like a phantom, and in an instant, his pistol was already on the man's head.

The mercenary froze on the spot, he was wrapped in a full set of combat armor, but he was not wearing a helmet, Kramer knew that it was the habit of very experienced military personnel, the second type of individual combat armor can be bulletproof, fireproof, and cold-proof, but limited by the material itself, its protection coefficient is extremely limited, just a simple 50 mm caliber armor-piercing bullet, can still beat the thick cuirass to shreds.

As the most frustrating combat helmet in the whole set of equipment, not only is the protection ability inferior to the armor, but also greatly weakens the user's observation field, and even if the subsequent upgrade version is equipped with a complete electronic display system, which greatly enhances the capture of surrounding sounds and the range of sight, but for experienced veterans, it still feels cumbersome.

Because in their opinion, the chance of being accurately shot in the head by the opponent on the battlefield is relatively rare after all, so why should they exchange the price of only being able to defend against small-caliber bullets for flexible perspectives and keen intuition?