Before she fell, Peperos was alert, and she rested her left hand on the ground, and her legs were straight and swirling like a windmill! A 15-centimeter-long crescent blade pops out of the heel of each of the high-heeled leather boots!

Whew! Five or six large black nets were under the hood of Peperos. However, these seemingly nirvana nets were shattered by the crescent blade under Peperos' almost prophetic counterattack.

Peperos immediately bounced off the ground, and in his right hand there was a small bright silver pistol, which, unlike the usual pistol, was constantly shining blue.

The crisp thumping of gunfire rang out as Perperos fired eight shots at a swift pace, emptying the magazine. With each shot, one or even several lightless blades were shot down in the air. Her body is slightly arched, like a female leopard before the head of the hunt, ready to burst out and break through the encirclement in one fell swoop!

Peperos bounced up in an instant, like a disemboweled cannonball! However, after rushing nearly 50 meters in an instant, her body suddenly stopped, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The cord that had tripped her over appeared like a ghost again, this time wrapping around Peperos' ankle and causing her to fall into the air as she sprinted.

The rope was clearly not just a simple rope, and when Peperos fell, it was as if he had lost most of his strength, and despite his struggles, he could not get up.

Lynch licked his lips lightly, and the ballistic lingered on the barely visible cord for a moment before moving up the cord and landing on a man wrapped in a dark uniform. The uniform is based on a deep black base, which adheres to the usual style of the Bloody Council. The only decoration is a straight blood-colored stripe in the center of the placket of the uniform.

A dog from the Inquisition! Lynch cursed silently in the bottom of his heart. Like all dragoons, Lynch hated the Inquisition. In the age of the Triumvirate, a rootless dragon like him was an invincible king in the wilderness, but before the Inquisition was a dog without a master. With the fall of the Dark Inquisition and the retreat of the surviving Giants, the Inquisition run by a little girl once made people think that the dark times were over, however, almost no one imagined that in less than a year this little girl would prove herself to be a demon even more terrifying than the Big Three.

The man stood a dozen meters away from Peperos and stopped advancing. Out of the darkness appeared six more figures, who were also dressed in Inquisition's uniforms, but with red stripes on their left and right sleeves. The six men lifted the limp Peperos from the ground, and then stabbed eight 10-centimeter-long steel needles into her joints with lightning speed. The sharp pain distorted her countenance, but Peperos only snorted a few times and didn't scream.

The six men didn't stop, tearing Peperos's covert cloak apart, stripping her almost naked, and then attaching coin-sized instruments to various parts of her body. Although Peperos was extremely determined, she couldn't help but tremble when the tips of her breasts were also attached to a device.

"Fuck! Another pile of shit! Lynch repeated a scolding that was not new in his heart. He was tempted to pull the trigger and send a total of seven men to heaven with a bullet before it was Peperos' turn. It is very rare to have the opportunity to hunt down the members of the Inquisition in turn.

Lynch thought for a moment, slowly took out a small instrument, and carefully pointed the antenna at a fixed location in the night sky. In that place, a metal sphere the size of a fist floated, which would pick up the signature signal it received and send it to Helen. The beam transmitted by the number of jù is almost a straight line, and after nearly 100 kilometers of transmission, the scattering area will not exceed one square meter. So while it is almost impossible to intercept and crack, only a sniper expert like Lynch can operate such communication equipment.

Through Guò, a device floating at a height of a thousand meters, Lynch transmitted all the images he saw through the goggles to Helen's brain screen. He felt that it would be better for Helen to make the decision after the unexpected involvement of other forces in the Inquisition.

Only then did the man who had been tightening the cord put away the cordline, walked up to Peperos, and greeted him with a smile: "See you again, beautiful Miss Peperos." ”

Peperos reluctantly raised his head, stared at the man in front of him, and then snorted, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm to him, hoarse his throat, and said with a sneer: "It turned out to be you, aren't you and your master just hiding in the shadows?" When did you become so bold? You're going to pay for what you did today! ”

The man laughed, gently stroked Peperos' face, and said, "Pay the price? Who will make us pay? Is it your master who has completely lost news, or is it the empress who is destined to know nothing? Of course, maybe we will pay the price, but beautiful young lady, you will not see that day. ”

With a sneering smile, Peperos said, "I don't see that day doesn't matter at all, as long as I can drag you to hell with me." Haha, you fellows who regard cowardice as patience are not as good as that old thing in Beegler who doesn't know how to live or die! ”

Hearing Begler's name, the man's face immediately changed, and he smiled coldly and said, "Beegler is unlucky, but we are different." You know, whoever laughs last will laugh the best. Miss Peperos, this is the age of men, and I will let you know this deeply when I go back later. ”

"Men?" Peperos sneered: "In the Inquisition, when has there ever been a man?!" ”

The man's face changed suddenly, and even at night, Lynch's goggles faithfully reflected these slight changes. He pulled out a coin and shook it in front of Peperos' eyes before slowly pressing it to the center of her legs.

Even Peperos, who has the most rigorous training, has a nervous instinct that makes her body bounce up in an instant! Such strenuous exercise caused the steel needles in her joints to rub against her bones, and all the pinholes began to seep blood.

The struggle just now almost drained Peperos's remaining body, and she gasped violently, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, so she raised her face, barely squeezed out a smile, smiled intermittently, and said, "In the Inquisition...... Have ...... Man?! Ha...... Haha......"

"What a pile of shit...... Lynch cursed inwardly.

He was an expert in lip language, and he could roughly guess what the conversation was about, and knew what the coins were attached to Peperos. When the thing was activated, more than a dozen irregular wires would poke out from one side and pierce into the tissues of the human body. Because they are easy to bend and deform, after piercing the human body by one centimeter, these wires will change their forward path, and finally become an intricate mess, if they are forced to pull out, it will most likely bring out a ball of flesh and blood. These wires are coated with drugs that invigorate, excite, paralyze muscles and improve sensitivity. In addition, it can also release a small amount of high-voltage current to stimulate the pain nerve more intensely. They can be used not only as punishments, but also as effective confinement actions.

These little guys are known as the Devil's Coin and are one of the little things that the Judgment is famous for.

"Boss, do you want to kill these guys together?" Lynch asked in a low voice, he was used to calling Helen his boss. Lynch was not sympathetic to Peperos, but simply hated the person who had to do with the trial.

It took a minute for Helen's signature synthesized voice to come through the headphones: "I see." ”

Lynch shrugged his shoulders and watched with a little regret as the group led Peperos and slowly disappeared into the night.

"Damn, call it a day!" Lynch said in a low voice, slowly moving backwards from the sniper position, and disappeared into the darkness.

The night is still long, most of the people are already immersed in warm dreams, and many more are groggy from cold and hunger, and every such night, someone dies in the struggle. There are still a small number of people who do not have to worry about basic survival who are still awake and struggling for another survival.

Not far from the Dragoon headquarters is a huge square building with three floors above ground and four floors underground. This is the comprehensive training ground of the Dark Dragoon, and even a variety of individual hot weapons can be tested here. Most of the people who use this training ground are low-level dragoons and some followers, and although the fees here are very expensive, after all, the cost of building a training ground by yourself is still much higher than using public facilities.

The hand-to-hand combat training area was divided into a large area and more than a dozen individual compartments, and in the dead of night, the sound of a monotonous thump still echoed. The two middle-aged men who manage the area are already a little sleepy and can't open their eyes, but they still have to stick to their posts, and in this day and age, it is not easy to get this kind of job that is stable, easy and does not have to risk their lives. Everyone who can practice in this training ground is not easy to offend, no matter how late they practice, they have to accompany them.

Sue's breathing was even and slender, and he was bare-chested, with several strips of cloth tightly wrapped around his body, and swung his fists, striking the rubber dummy in front of him monotonously and mechanically. With each punch that lands, the rubber dummy will swing back slightly, but then bounce back, and as soon as it returns to its original position, it will usher in a new punch and continue to swing sideways and back.

Next to the dummy is a light screen, which constantly displays various numbers such as force and swing of the dummy, the most eye-catching of which is the number of fist power. Every time Sue lands, a huge 1,200 kilograms will be displayed on the screen, and the difference can only be seen to three decimal places each time. Not only is the number of punches constant, but even the force point and swing amplitude of the dummy remain constant.

Under Su Guangjie's delicate skin, you can vaguely see the muscles squirming, and a faint layer of steam is shrouded around his body, slowly rising upward. Sue always maintains a punching frequency of two punches per second, like a robot who only knows boxing.

P: I just arrived at the destination, feel free to change it first, and also give you an early year, and there will be an update tomorrow, and the right to do it will be a New Year's greeting to everyone!