Freya and Erin had moved from the west side of town to the center, and they didn't get in too much of a way because Carl had attracted the attention of most of the thugs. The situation is obvious, the guys of Kallert think they have the gangsters in control of the town. But when the riots do happen, they find that these gangs are not as easy to control as they imagined.

The current Sanban Street is like a paralyzed beast, and if it still maintains normal and precise operation, then the people who enter Sanban Street will probably have been crushed to pieces. However, it is precisely because of this that the crowd will act during the day, and it is naturally not good to be eye-catching, but they like to teach Callert a lesson, and a deep lesson to those clowns who have deteriorated.

"That guy had a lot of fun. Freya looked out the window of the house where she was temporarily hiding to the other side of the town, smiling and shaking her head.

"Hopefully he'll be fine. Erin said worriedly.

"Do you care?" Freya asked, looking back.

Erin nodded unabashedly, "Even though the opponent is just a thug who doesn't have much actual combat power, I'm still worried that he will encounter some unexpected situations. ”

"Well, it's an accident in itself that they're here. Freya shrugged. "Those clowns, the emperor can't satisfy their appetites, and now they still want to invade Arad. It's crazy, Anzu Cypher, that bastard. ”

"It seems that the so-called rumors are not necessarily credible. Erin said as Freya spoke.

"What rumors?"

"As for Khaler's chieftain, Anzu Seif, rumor has it that he is a man with dreams, and that the former Khalert was not as militarized as he is now. ”

Freya shook her head uncertainly, "That old man at Belite said the same thing, but it doesn't matter now, right?"

"Maybe. Erin hesitated.

"We're stupid. Freya patted herself on the head, as if she had made a big mistake.

"Freya?"

"Master Kirschka has taught us more than once not to get distracted in the course of our mission, it seems that we have all forgotten. Freya smiled wryly.

Hearing Freya say this, Erin couldn't help but smile wryly. "yes, although it's a bit weird to think of this as a mission. ”

"Let's go. Freya walked down the stairs and gently pushed the door open and left the house.

Warhammer poked his head out of a small shop to observe the streets, and in his line of sight, the stupid thugs he considered hopelessly stupid were looking chaotic because of the commotion Carl had created. And they forgot to guard the rocket turrets behind barricades and sandbags, weapons capable of mass destruction at their most vulnerable.

"Let's give them a big gift, Walter. Warhammer patted Walter on the back, and the clever dog pounced on the shop. A dog may not pose a threat to a rocket turret in itself, but a miniature bomb in its mouth is different. Warhammer likes to make new things, and he's learned a lot from Freya.

If Warhammer likes to make jokes that make ordinary people scratch their heads, or that his personality seems to others to be a bit bad, then he can be described as ruthless and ruthless at critical moments. He didn't seem to care about the consequences of Walter being discovered by the thugs, nor did he care that something that appeared to be a miniature bomb on the surface but was actually no less powerful than a cannonball would cause damage to Walter, as long as he achieved his goal.

But everything was set before the action began, and Warhammer wasn't going to use Walter as a tool, because it was Maffeo's dog, and he didn't want to provoke an angry demon who could pull people's internal organs out of their bodies with their ghost hands. He whistled playfully, as if expecting what was to come.

Walter has indeed changed a lot, his movements have become more agile than before, and his actions are more decisive than before, and he knows what his task is. So after quickly scurrying through the barricades and sandbags, it accurately spat the miniature bomb into the center of the rocket turret's formation. The guys don't seem to be so hopeless, and they have arranged the rocket turrets in a hexagonal formation while maintaining easy defense. After completing his mission, Walter quickly sprang out of the position of the rocket turret, spread his limbs and ran to the small shop. A few of the thugs who noticed Walter simply thought it was just an ordinary wild dog.

"Well done, kid. Warhammer pulled a plate of sausages from the ration bag he had prepared for Walter and threw it in front of Walter, apparently pleased with the reward. It wasn't a greedy dog, so after feasting on the sausage, it sat obediently beside Warhammer, waiting for the next instructions from its surrogate master.

However, that was enough, and the Warhammer now only needed to press the button on the remote control in his hand to detonate that miniature bomb and blast everything into the sky. So he pressed the button on the remote control like a mischievous child, and perhaps at that moment, he felt unprecedented pleasure, and what brought him pleasure was the violent explosion that followed.

The thugs who were in front of the bunker were out of luck, and they didn't have time to react, and before they realized what was happening, they were knocked away by the blast. The lucky ones were just hit by the air waves on the road more than a dozen meters away, and the unlucky ones were hit by street lamps or barbed wire. The warhammer, who was hiding in the small shop, clenched his fists excitedly and shouted. Walter screamed, wondering if he was excited or frightened by the explosion.

The bases and guns of all the rocket turrets in the defensive positions flew into the sky with the light of the explosion, and the Warhammer could marvel at Freya's explosives-making skills. A simple theft had given him an explosion experience he had never had before, and Warhammer thought it would be of great help to have to sneak in a simple drawing or two of explosives from Freya in the future.

The explosion undoubtedly shook the entire Sanban Street, and the guys at Callert couldn't have imagined that such a thing would happen. They may still be working on their "seamless" plans in some hidden place, only to know that their old friends are already under their noses. Now their leader had reason to be angry, and he had reason to order all the intruders to be killed, if he could.

Blowing up a defensive position was clearly not the ultimate goal of Warhammer, and he wanted to continue to make explosions, preferably to turn the entire town upside down. He's a loyal saboteur, so he'll be amazed by the scraps of metal and flesh that blow up into the sky.

Warhammer and Walter leave the back door of the small shop, heading for their next target. The thug, who had survived the previous explosion, sat up blankly, rubbing his fingers against his ears, which had almost lost his hearing. If a minute ago they were vicious wolves that could still pose a threat, now they are little sheep with no ability to resist.