“…… Dear Miss Sinaire...... I have to remind you again, Leviathan? Shia's existence is completely out of control, she has once again injured innocent civilians in a previous operation, if you can really find her, for your safety and the safety of the others, it is best to kill her directly, you must understand that this is not only for the sake of others, but also for yourself, no one can guarantee that she will not attack you......"

"Thank you, but I've come to my senses."

- Someone from Kronos' Co., who gave Arya? Sinel's mail, and Arya? Sinaire's reply.

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The former capital of Romania, Bucharest, is a city forgotten by war.

The reason why it has been forgotten is not because it is not underdeveloped, on the contrary, this city of Dembovica, which stands on the Wallachian plain in the former southeast of Romania and depends on the important tributary of the Danube, was in fact once a shining pearl of Europe, and even had the title of "Little Paris" in travel magazines two hundred years ago.

At the outbreak of the war, the League abandoned Bucharest, and the Romanian government declared Bucharest an undefended city, so it was lucky to escape the first war, and then, several large-scale attacks by the League entered Romanian territory, which forced the ACA authorities to move a large number of industrial facilities and companies on the Wallachian Plain to a safer place, and Bucharest, without industry, would no longer be the target of the Alliance's air and missile attacks. The Romanian locals turned the Wallachian plain into an important agricultural region after the industrial relocation, and Bucharest was re-established as a large city with a rural atmosphere based on agricultural products.

It may seem paradoxical to say this, but in any case, it seems to have nothing to do with the war - the actual control is in the hands of the ACA, but the ACA is not in danger in this area. There was therefore no need to build military installations, and although the League was repeatedly unable to break through the Carpathian Mountains, which were a natural barrier in central Romania, they were too close to the heart of the League's Europe, so the ACA did not intend to be stationed for long, but rather saw Romania as a huge buffer zone. It can be abandoned at any time, but it is enough to stretch the strategic depth of the alliance to an unbearable length.

Like a small country sandwiched between large powers, sometimes there are unexpected gains, and the Romanians don't care who rules them, they just farm in peace and sell the grain to the rulers at a decent price - rarely, it seems that fearing that the Romanian alliance will collapse the Balkan front, the ACA adopted a moderate and almost unspeakable policy in Romania.

Bucharest, Romania. and most of the cities of the Wallachian plain, thus being tacitly forgotten by the warring parties.

The early morning sun shines on the quaint streets of this centuries-old city, which has faded from the prosperity of industrialization and commerce, and the old French-style architecture seems to freeze time in that era.

On Lipscani Street, there is a bar named after the street, one of the few bars in Bucharest that has survived the energy crisis era, and in addition to its history, another feature of this bar is that even now it sells only high-purity alcoholic beverages at high prices - no matter how large the agricultural output of the Wallachian plains is. None of them have the luxury of being able to make sake at will.

But the added benefit of this is that the GIs who fill their stomachs with cheap alcohol and go crazy don't come here to go wild. The demand from senior officers also ensures that the supply of goods here will not be interrupted.

However, when the hour hand pointed to half past ten in the morning, a middle-aged man pushed open the door of the bar.

A middle-aged man with a small flat head holds a cigar in his mouth and carries a bucket bag, he has a typical Slavic face, and wears a washed and somewhat whitish sea soul shirt. The lower half of the body is military pants and boots, and there is an old scar on the chin prominently.

Sergei. Zakaev, who used to be the second of the seven major TFs of the ACA, is now Char. Pierre's right-hand man. One of the three-headed dogs of hell.

The man glanced at the empty first-floor hall, squinted his eyes, took a breath, and the cigar butts lit up sporadically.

"I'm looking for someone."

He stepped forward, walked up to the bartender, slapped a generic coin on the table with his thick hands like bear paws, and went straight to the second floor.

Heavy military boots creaked on the wooden staircase, which was at least a hundred years old, and the girl sitting by the second-floor window with huge headphones over her ears seemed to be completely unheard.

Zakhaev walked straight up to the girl and looked at the white-haired girl with interest, she was curled up, sitting on a chair with a glass of vodka in front of her, and was looking intently at the street with no people in the distance, and the noise in the headphones could be heard by Zakaev a meter away.

"Don't you think, for your age, it's too early to come to a place like this and drink these things?"

Zakhaev dropped the barrel on the ground, spit out the cigar, picked up the wine glass on the table, threw the liquid on the floor with his backhand, then picked up the bottle on the table, drank the vodka in a few sips, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yes, much better than the garbage I drank in Morocco." Zakaev smacked his lips, burped, tossed the bottle aside, and then looked back at the still-seated, motionless girl and curled the corners of his mouth.

"I'll talk to you!"

Suddenly, without warning, Zakaev lifted the table in front of the girl, and with his tremendous force, the wooden table board broke in two from where the force was exerted, and then smashed directly into the place where the girl was sitting.

But it only hit the sofa.

The moment Zakaev's hand touched the table, the white-haired girl had already pushed her elbows back, and the whole person rushed out directly from under the table with a sliding shovel like a carp!

The girl shoveled directly into Zakaev's calf, and with her left hand, she fell into her hand with the short sword made by Kronos Company, which had been with her for several years.

Zakhaev turned around and dodged the girl's aimed right calf, the girl missed, and then rushed half a meter behind Zakhaev with the force of the sliding shovel. Curled up on his knees, he drew the short sword in his hand, jumped slightly, and slashed at the back of Zakhaev's neck with a single whirlwind.

The skin on the back of Zakhaev's neck was instantly covered with a bone shield, and the girl's sharp short sword sparked a string of sparks on the back of his neck like gold and iron.

Zakaev also did not show weakness and did not turn around. flew out and kicked at the white-haired girl, the girl shrank and stepped directly on the leg that Zakhaev kicked out, and then relayed a backflip, stepped on the ceiling, regained his strength, and pounced on Zakhaev.

Zakaev had already turned around, and a bone knife appeared on the forearm of his right hand, and the blades of the two collided again. The girl's body flipped back lightly, and her fighting style was somewhat similar to that of Heris, perhaps because of their girl-like size, which made it impossible for them to compete with their opponents in terms of strength, and they also had to constantly take guò into the air to avoid the blows of their bodies.

It's just that such a tactic will obviously suffer extremely in such a small space.

Zakaev is also experienced in a hundred battles, so naturally he will not be led by the nose by this girl. He constantly adjusted his position to push the white-haired girl into a corner.

White-haired girls have less and less space to move. But she was not in a hurry, brandishing the short sword in her hand in vain to attack Zakaev again and again, and even closed her eyes, as if listening to the drum beat of rock music in her headphones.

"It's over, little girl!!"

Zakhaev finally succeeded in forcing the white-haired girl into a corner, and after once again blocking the white-haired girl's attack, Zakhaev took the initiative to rush forward. The bone knife in his right hand instantly grew a row of jagged blades, and then slashed directly at the girl who had just landed!

The girl subconsciously used the sword in her hand to make a square, but in the next second, a crisp metal breaking sound came, and the long sword made of Reykjavik alloy was directly broken into two at the moment of collision!

"You're dead. Little girl. Zakaev's bone knife stopped at Shia's neck, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and he resisted the urge to cut it directly, and the sharp blade even cut a shallow line of blood on the girl's neck.

"Really?"

The white-haired girl finally took off her headphones, the time for a song had passed, she hung the headphones around her neck, glanced at the broken dagger in her hand, and regret flashed in her eyes.

"Do you think you're the only one who keeps your hand?"

The white-haired girl looked at Zakayev, then suddenly tilted her head and smiled, and in the next second, Zakhaev's body trembled violently!

The strong man, who was nearly two meters tall, suddenly covered his head, and didn't even bother to put away his bone knife, so that the sharp bone knife cut a wound on his forehead!

He only felt as if he had been hit in the head by a high-speed train, but in fact, even a head-on hit by a high-speed train would not make this strong man so wolf-like, and this force seemed to completely bypass Zakhaev's ubiquitous defensive bone shield and hit him directly into his brain.

His eyes went black in an instant, his nerves filled with piercing tinnitus and a violent feeling of vomiting, and his balance system was affected, as if he had been forcibly poured hundreds of kilograms of alcohol.

Zakhaev stepped back, subconsciously blocking the bone knife in front of him, and after more than ten seconds, he finally regained his vision, and the pitch black first turned a blood-red, and then gradually receded, allowing him to see the objects in front of him.

"It's just a small punishment." The white-haired girl raised her left hand and wiped the left side of her neck where Zakhaev had been cut, and the girl stuck out her tongue and gently licked the warm scarlet liquid wrapped around her pale fingertips, "You have to pay me a sword, or I'll crumple your head into tofu brains." ”

"Interesting...... Interesting...... Interesting!!! Zakhaev glanced at the girl in front of him, who had a crazy smile that he was all too familiar with, and suddenly burst out laughing, he reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, and then stepped forward and stretched out his hand, as if to pat the girl on the shoulder.

However, the girl only smiled and stretched out her left hand to block, forcing Zakaev's arm to freeze in mid-air.

"Interesting, I thought you had lost the ability to resonate in infrasound, and I'm still wondering why Char asked me to come to you." Zakhaev spread his hands and made a pompous friendly gesture.

"Now you've proven that you're strong enough," Zakaev took a deep breath and smiled coldly, "Leviathan. Shia. ”

"People grow." The girl glanced at the broken sword in her hand, sighed, and then shook her hand and threw the hilt of the sword on the ground, "Does Char have a new job?" ”

"Of course, he recommended you to me, but my partner, of course, I still have to try it myself."

Zakhaev turned around, walked over to the barrel he had left aside, unzipped it, took out a black dagger, and walked over to Shia with the bag.

"This is 50 million general currency, and the other half will be paid after the deed is completed." Zakhaev threw the barrel in front of Xia, "Mission details are also in it, besides, this is your new sword." ”

"I thought you were going to draw a cheesy ACA logo on it." Thea took the dagger and took it out for a look, then nodded, "Not bad." ”

"The second generation of A. Lange & Söhne alloys, you can try it." Zakhaev gave a smug smile.

"Oh?"

Thea turned around and walked to the corner, pulled out the blade of the previous sword that had broken off and stabbed into the wall next to him, and then shook off the scabbard of the new short sword and waved it casually.

The blade was cut in two, the cut was flat and smooth, and there were no marks on the new sword made of Lange alloy.

"Yes, I'll take it," Shia nodded, turning to look at Zakaev, "Hopefully something will excite me." ”

"Excitement is not guaranteed, but it must be bloody." Zakhaev stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "I heard you like to blow people's heads out, this would be a good opportunity." ”

"Deal."

Thea smiled excitedly, as if the two were not talking about depriving countless living lives, but about a child's game.

And in the afternoon sun, the scabbard of the short sword that Xia casually threw on the ground, which originally belonged to Kronos's company, was originally painted with the company's logo, and then it was worn off, as if it were a scar that would not heal. (To be continued......)