Nalan Hao, code name, magician, and the main member of the Rogue Group of the Capable Bandits. IC was born in 33, awakened at the age of 12, and advanced to the second order at the age of 25. He is a natural thief and a gifted criminal who has never been successfully caught at a crime scene in his life. His abilities are uncanny and are speculated to be linked to at least 30 major theft cases, involving more than $10 billion. In IC62, the magician was killed while stealing Maori, and his vast illegal collection was lost.

- "Deciphering the New Human Archives: Magician Nalan Hao" IC72, Testin. Oren

Buttle. Dressed in the outfit of a Bergasus warrior, Bajina braved a hail of bullets and made his way from building to building, changing direction, stealth, and returning fire.

He is from the League of Americas. In the League of the Americas, every awakened first-order ability must join the army after completing government registration, and then mix and match among ordinary soldiers to receive brutal special forces training.

With their excellent physical fitness, they are often the top of the army, and they have been promoted to the second rank in the care and awards along the way, and have since become the real power figures in the army. Politicians in Los Angeles hope that the military can cultivate the combat instincts of the capable, and they also hope that every capable person can enhance their loyalty and dependence on the alliance through military life.

It's a pity that hope never equates to reality. The tradition that high-ranking officers inevitably became high-ranking officers aroused the resentment of some of the veterans and junior officers who had not been promoted for a long time, and a radical group called the Pure American Movement organized this part of the population to systematically oppress and destroy all the first-order recruits who were exposed to their vision.

In this way, the Magellan brothers, who were discovered by Fenices before the awakening reaction and were taken away before the League of the Americas learned about it, were undoubtedly lucky.

Barto, by contrast, is unfortunate, a victim of the purely American movement. In IC54, the third year of Barto's enlistment, members of this radical group tortured and killed his girlfriend and family, and sent him a video of the execution, and the road to revenge began.

In IC55, he defected from the League of the Americas with 497 lives, and for another four years, he met Zulu Oba and joined Rogue Trogue.

Unlike the rest of the Grand Theft Rate, he has no love for art, does not advocate luxury, lives a simple and self-disciplined life, is cautious and meticulous, has serious antisocial tendencies, acts without scruples, and has the ability to cooperate, making him a good candidate to create riots and panic and create opportunities for theft.

So the first wave of explosion was controlled by Lu Chengyuan, and at the same time as the second wave of explosives was forcibly detonated, he hid in the dead corner of the monitor and disappeared and sneaked.

The first group of Bergasus fighters in charge of blocking him treated him as a wounded man who had been trampled, and two fighters were dispatched and killed on the way to escort him to the shelter.

Had it not been for Pegasus' peculiar command style, his plan would have almost succeeded. The Brain Staff quickly spotted the lone soldier, and the call went unanswered, and Bartow was locked thirteen seconds later. He didn't know that from that moment on, the friend or foe identification chip contained in the armband began to send warning signals to all combat soldiers within 20 meters at a frequency of four times a second.

Cut, it's really tough!

Bartow blows up a fire hydrant, sneaks into the building through the water curtain, and slashes his throat at the floor surveillance. Maori had so many battle groups in the small D3 that there was no need for too specific directions, as long as there was a general direction, they could set up blocking positions in all possible directions of the opponent's travel, and then wait and wait.

Camouflage is ineffective, and the orientation is locked, which is the worst possible outcome for a once excellent special forces. Bergasus's combat effectiveness was amazing, and Barto had an estimate in his mind, based on the soldiers in front of him, he only needed the strength of one battalion and fought with extensive damage and sixty percent of the battle damage in the crypt, which was enough to spare his life. This requirement is not difficult, but it is only 30 teams, and the number of combat groups encountered along the way alone exceeds this number. He decided to give up on escaping, and this building was the cemetery he had chosen for himself.

However, the expected encirclement did not materialize, and from the moment he entered the building, all pursuit stopped. Through the window, he saw the pursuers setting up defensive positions on the perimeter, and the formation seemed to encircle him to death.

Siege to death? Barto looked around, this is a store, not big, but the area is more than 10,000 square meters, up and down three floors, the wall is hung with the "Tesco" LOGO, there are dense shelves and counters everywhere, the goods are dazzling, there is no customer.

Wait, no guests? Barto scanned the store again, making sure there were no people hiding out of fear. He began to run, checking the vents, sewers, and warehouses, all the special entrances and exits were sealed, and the only way to get out of the store was the gate or window, where there was the Bergasus blockade.

It turns out that I didn't choose this cemetery myself.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Click! The ceiling cracked, and an arm-thick metal rod pierced through the ceiling from the second floor, piercing a hole that was rudely widened enough for a strong man to enter and exit, and Professor Banninger jumped down with the huge stick and slammed it into the floor on the first floor.

Syllable! With a wave of the stick, it smashed into the shelf, which twisted, dismembered, and scattered along with the shelves full of puffed food.

"Loki. Banninger. Bartow squinted at the thick metal rod. The stick is more than two meters long and nearly 20 centimeters in diameter, with two stout ends that shrink only three-quarters of the way, leaving a grip of about 30 centimeters, with a golden and red body, engraved with a relief of a dragon.

He was able to recite the official description of the weapon with his eyes closed. The first work of Maori Seiko, Beaulie, Rocky. Banninger's special armament, weighing 87 kilograms, made of high-density alloy steel, with unknown function.

Unlike the rest of the Rogue Regiment, because he was born in the American Alliance, he understands the amplification effect of an excellent weapon on the able, and he has painstakingly designed his own armament to explode the guide rope, but he also understands the gap between the Rogue Regiment's scientific research team and Maori Seiko. The Beaulieu Stick, the special armament of a dwarf with an ability that is extremely similar to him, is the only artwork he covets in this world.

"You're too inky, so I had to come down on my own." Banninger held the dragon stick horizontally with one hand, full of domineering.

"Kill you, the dragon stick is mine." Barto took off his camouflage uniform, and a silver chain was wrapped around his body under the camouflage uniform, and the huge ring at the top was directly embedded in the right collarbone, deep into the flesh.

"Oh?" Banninger grinned, squeezing out a hideous smile, "So the explosion of those manholes is a good thing you did?" ”

"yes, it's a pity that one of the nosy guys blocked most of the bombs and ruined a big show."

"It turned out to be a pervert." Baninger withdrew his long stick and put it on his shoulder, "Your name is Bato?" ”

"Barto. Bajina, the master after the dragon stick! Bartow's face frenzied, the silver chain shook off his body and wrapped around his right arm. Swish! The silver chain pierced straight through the air, and the diamond-shaped lock cut through the air, making a sharp dysprosium sound.

With a snap, a ball of fire burst open at the tip of the chain, and the long chain deflected to one side, piercing three containers in succession. Barto tugged at it, and the container creaked into the air and pressed down towards Baninger.

"Explode the guideline!" Along the chains, the blast of the blast added up with Barto's roar, tearing the container to shreds. The sky was full of debris and various candy drinks flew towards Baninger.

"Shield!" The heavy dragon stick bounced up from Baninger's shoulder, and two steel shields were untied with the grip as the center, the 1.3-meter tower shield was held in the left hand to protect the front, and the 40-centimeter back shield shook slightly, just covering the back to protect the vest.

Bang Bang Bang! The splinters slammed into the golden-red tower shield and exploded, and Banninger retreated under the impact of the air wave, the tip of the shield grinding deep grooves into the floor.

The air wave dissipated, with Baninger as the center, the entire floor was full of messes, only Baninger in the center of the blast was like a golden-red blockhouse.

Yikes! Large clouds of steam emerge from around the tower, dissipating the heat from repeated explosions. The tip of the shield lifted off the ground and lowered it to his side, revealing Barninger's figure unscathed.

"Tut-tut, it's really a whimsical idea, the Beaulieu stick is actually a set of armor and shield equipment."

"It's a pity it's not yours."

"Soon it will be." Barto retracted his chains, "Don't worry, give me twenty seconds." ”

"Twenty seconds?" Banninger laughed, "I'll give you twenty seconds!" He struck like a knight on foot, with his shield in front and his rod hidden behind him like a spear, waiting for an opportunity.

Bartow unleashed the chains, and Barninger opened his shield. Boom! The air wave of the explosion rushed into the sky, and the little man did not retreat but advanced, tearing apart the air wave and jumping high, and the long stick slashed into the air, reversing the attack and defense.

Barto finally understands what it is like for others to be under his power. He had dodged the attack of the dragon stick in time with his backward jump, but the ensuing explosion sent him flying into the air, and he felt ringing in his ears and nausea, almost like a heavy artillery shell exploding at close range.

He also finally understood why Banninger's armament was so bulky, and the tower shield seemed to have the function of shock resistance and heat dissipation, all in order to develop the special advantage of the explosive ability to fight in close quarters.

It's a pity he understood too late.

What does it mean to lose your center of gravity in front of Banninger? Mo Liyun may be the one who has the most right to speak.

"Crazy Devil Stick Method!"

The shield was thrown away, and Baninger danced into a large net with sticks in both hands, bursting into a crackling sound that was indecipherable. Three seconds and 37 sticks, Bartow has lost his human form as he floats in the air. Banninger lunge oblique stick, the tip of the stick is on the ground, the tail of the stick is raised high, and it is a blow!

Boom! The steel rod struck the lower back with unparalleled force, breaking his spine, and then there was a huge explosion, and Bartow flew backwards, smashed through the first floor, and fell to the second floor of the store.

"Twenty seconds? It doesn't even take ten seconds to deal with you. Baninger retracted the tower shield, and with the push of a button, the two shields were once again attached to the ends of the steel rod, turning into the heavy dragon stick again.

……

There was jubilation in the Maori Defence Command, with Locheon and Baninger engaging and then winning in less than two minutes, which made the Bergasus, who were participating in the actual battle for the first time, completely understand their strength.

The young adjutant beamed with joy as he handed the two documents to Phoenix's desk and began to report at the same time.

"Sir, Division Commander Luo and Professor Baninger have engaged the enemy one after another, Nalan Hao was killed, Batobagina was seriously wounded, and has been taken into custody by the accompanying soldiers."

"Then there's only one Zulu Oba left." Phoenix signed the two documents and handed them back to the adjutant, "Inform D3 Bergasus that everyone should be encircled, Director Zhang should be in a hurry." ”

"Yes."

"Report, D3-5 monitoring and communication are all interrupted." The adjutant in charge of the science and technology branch library hurriedly ran over, and because he was in too much of a hurry, he even collided with the previous one.

"What's the hurry! Don't forget that you're also Bergasus! As soon as Minister Rein drank, he didn't wait for the two young men to get up, he walked a few quick steps to grab the information and browse it quickly.

"Minister Rein." Phoenix reluctantly patted Rein on the back, and Rein was shocked and quickly handed her the information.

"I lost my temper."

"It's okay, there's still Xiaoyun there." Phoenix signed the document and set it aside, "And we're not unprepared, are we?" With that, she pressed the communication button representing Curran, "Of, let's go, those snitches have chosen D3-5." ”

"I'll be there in five minutes." 5 minutes, which is the time required for the subway from D3 to D3-5. Curran's voice was steady, there was a subway line that was always out of service, and he stayed on the special car of this line for nearly 20 minutes after the riot began, just to wait for the snitch to appear, and now, the snitch is coming.