Regardless of the vomiting Shingen, Fisher turned to Angela and said, "Who is this red-skinned boy?" ”

Angela pondered for a moment, and said with Layla, who was searching the database, "Swallowers. Fisher glanced at Layla with disdain, and Layla glared back, not to be outdone.

"Check to see if there are any Thourers among the people who host the games and comic con." Fisher pulled the body bag and threw the gloves into the plastic bag that the scavenger had opened.

"You're saying that the people who delivered the biological weapons may have ties to the organizers?" Angela frowned, contemplating the possibilities.

Fisher found a rag and began to wipe the blood and mud from his body. "It's very likely that this kind of burger takeaway doesn't seem to be something that a person can handle, and I believe it was more called by the organizers. Whether or not the organizers were involved in the attempted attack, it is suspected. Even if it's just an interception of an order call, you can still follow the vine. What's more, it is estimated that such an order call can be intercepted, and it is estimated that it has been planned a long time ago. Now there is only this clue, check it first, there is no harm in it. ”

"I found out, and luckily, there are swallowers among the organizers of the Comic-Con in Hilly City. I think you're racist, but it seems to make sense. Guess what position this Redskin is responsible for? "Although Layla and Fisher often quarrel, their professional qualities are one and the same. I'm talking about marksmanship, coordination, and the execution of orders.

"Logistics." The remaining three raised their hands in reply like schoolchildren. Then Shingen continued to lower his head and retch.

"The answer is incorrect." Layla smiled and made an X with her arms crossed in front of her, and then her face was gloomy, "It's the host." ”

It seems that the principle of food at this venue is completely a PY transaction. Fisher took a cigarette in his mouth, burned it with his left hand, half-squinted, and waited quietly. The results of the deliberations of the headquarters were quickly heard in the headset.

Based on the success of Fisher's four-man team, and the location closest to Hill City, the headquarters agreed as follows: Angela's team (Angela is the commander, after all, although the protagonist is Fisher) will continue Operation Smallhill 42, enforce weapons control, and not open fire unless encountering a preemptive attack.

He appreciated the quick response of headquarters, at least far more efficient than the public apes such as the information points. As for arms control, it is not difficult to understand that Hilly City is, after all, the central city of Xiaohil Province, a large northwestern province of the Federation, and in addition to security reasons, it should also take into account the sentiment of the people and the local public security and law departments. Xiaoshan Province is also a typical province that talks about provincial autonomy, and the people are fierce, driving without saying a word, bah, driving and running over people. From time to time, under the banner of provincial autonomy, he begs from the central government for various reasons.

For the Federation, the Little Hill is the northwestern throat of the Central Federation, one of the indispensable and important military locations, and an important light industry base. But it's still federal officials who think it's fucked up.

"Pack light, don't be ostentatious, let's get into the Comic Con first. The specific opening time should be 8 hours after that. Angela looked up at the sky, a magnificent red moon hanging high.

"The small hill is 140 kilometers away from here, I said why don't we fly over to stay at public expense first, everyone has worked hard today, so let's rest first?" Fisher took off his combat vest and armor and threw it on the floor of the bird transporter, which he couldn't wear anyway when he was going to enter the city. Remove the light body armor from the bulkhead and place it in a black sports bag.

"Well, City Action, the eyepiece can't be used, so let's use this instead. Not too comfortable though. Angela handed over a small glasses case.

Fisher opened it and saw a near-eye and a spare glass. At present, such a data-sharing system is widely used, which greatly improves the collaboration between soldiers and also improves the situational awareness of soldiers, so as to achieve the purpose of improving survival rate. He picked up a slice and put it in his left eye. I don't know what the reason is, but I don't feel any discomfort. Is it because it has been connected to a robotic arm, and even if it is half a robot, it will not be rejective to technological foreign objects...... It's a little sad to think about it.

"Everybody's wearing 'contact lenses'? The system expands. Angela poked and poked at the terminal, smiling and looking around at everyone, finally looking at Fisher without blinking.

Fisher had an ominous premonition in his mind.

And then the next second it was as if to verify Fisher's man's intuition.

Other people's boot screens, Fisher is not clear, but his own ......

Angela Ziegler, a three-headed Valkyrie armor, spreads her small golden wings and wields what looks like a fairy wand, waving it back and forth at a speed of one frame per second, flying from the left side of the field of vision to the right and back again.

"Anger......" Fisher turned his head to look at Angela with a slight helplessness, and Angela looked up at him with innocent eyes.

Fisher saw that Angela's eyes couldn't hide the worry and injury.

He paused, smiled and said, "Good job." Shingen and Layla didn't react otherwise, just replied with him, "Good work." It seems that Anji gave herself a customized version.

Angela's innocent eyes became round, and the negative emotions under her eyes were swept away. She happily pounced on Fisher, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rubbed her face against Fisher's face against the reduced height difference in the heels.

Fisher turned his head away from the other two guys, and when he thought of the custom version just now, he suddenly realized that his near-pupil eyepiece was not without rejection, nor was it the ridiculous cyborg reason he had before, but because Angie gave him a special version.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth smiled, and the arm around Anji's waist did not move and tightened his expression a little. However, as sensitive as Angie, a happier smile appeared on her face, a lily-like smile bloomed, and she rubbed against Fisher more frequently. Like a cat that is extremely happy.

The two light bulbs on the side looked up to the moon.

The group changed into the common attire of the people of the small hill province, which is generally overalls and T-shirts, denim and T-shirts and leather jackets. Both Fisher and Shingen wore khaki overalls with a pair of washed white jeans. Angela and Layla wore playful denim suits, but Layla tied a bow at the hem of the small tank top in the jeans, revealing a flat lower abdomen and less noticeable abs without force.

As for the leather clothes, the two beauties with such angry bodies wearing leather clothes will only draw hatred to the two men present and cause incidents to disrupt the plan.

A few people took a bird transport plane to the outskirts of the hilly city, the local cooperation department had prepared an SUV for them, and a few people drove all the way to the vicinity of the hilly city exhibition hall, the closer to the exhibition hall, the more advertising slogans of various comic contours along the way, Fisher squinted his eyes and wrote down the advertisements he saw, and Angela, the three-headed body on the near-pupil eyepiece, made a look of taking notes vigorously, and there were a few round drops of sweat on her forehead. The last few people went to stay in a tall hotel, with Fisher and Shingen in the outer room and the two ladies in the inner room. Yes, Angela was driven by Fisher to death.

After a brief tidying up, several people gathered outside. "I didn't see any slogans about 'Bigburger' along the way."

"The message sent back on the road just now confirms that the name of the redskin in the organizer is Tamir Belgapur, what the hell."

"What about the background of the Redskins? Incidental work relationship, life circle? ”

"There is no information, this Tamir belongs to the champion of free nationality, and he has very few files in the federation, only his entry information, foreign quarantine information, and a small number of card consumption records."

"First time entrant?"

"I guess, I didn't find any previous records. This card was processed within the empire, but the first consumption was made in the country. It is not possible to find information on account opening and the flow of funds within the empire. ”

"Do you have any contact with the nearest 'Bigburger' in the city?"

"Someone else is off work......"

Every piece of news was worse, and as for the last one, Fisher gritted his teeth with anger.

Please, I'm saving the world, can't you guys help you guys well!

"Looks like we're going to have to pay a visit to this Mr. Tamir." Fisher pulled out the pistol under his armpit and turned on the silencer mode. He wears gloves on his left hand and a long-sleeved overalls, but his mechanical arm is not visible.

"Boom!" Angela gave him a brain jump.

"What for?" Fisher turned his head to look at her with wide eyes, just the right amount of inexplicable glance.

"Arms control." Angela is too lazy to watch him sell cute.

"But you didn't say you can't scare people with weapons, do you?" Fisher's hooligan-like spread his hands.