The road leading to Catrice College is now uncharacteristically crowded with people. The security officers on the investigative mission, the reporters of the major newspapers in the city, and others who assisted in the search were all mixed together. If it weren't for Banksy and his men, there would have been chaos here.

"What a mess. ”

Curt, who was at the center of the chaos, sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He had stayed near the scene to assist the security officers in their investigations since the end of the exchange with Grostide, and the guards who hadn't seen him much wanted to kick him out at first, or he dragged the tired Grostide over in exchange for the right to stay on the scene and investigate.

After a night of searching, the scene had been almost cleared, and Curt had few clues left as he made his rounds. Along the way, he saw several reporters trying to infiltrate the scene from the guard's weakly defended positions, only to be thrown out by Banks' men.

Several guards dressed in red and black had cleaned up the metal fragments left over from the previous night, almost the size of a fingernail. Grostide had previously said that they had tried to put the pieces of armor together last night, but some of them were still gone.

Only now they seem to have made progress in their search, gathering together to discuss it loudly. The guard was holding a few pieces of metal and yelling at his colleagues around him, beads of sweat on his forehead. The officer looked young and still had some freckles on his cheeks.

Curt stepped forward and greeted him, "Good morning Beat, are you at work?"

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Leanster. Long time no see. The officer turned his head, saw that it was Curt, waved his hand briskly, and said loudly, "I have heard from Second Officer Grostide just now, and you have come to assist us in our investigation this time." ”

The two had known each other before, but they hadn't seen each other since the last time they worked together.

"Yes, do you have any present?"

Curt looked at the fragments in his hand, and there were no fragments of metal from the specimens that they were fragments. It's just that the traces of aging in each piece are extremely obvious, and there are spots of corrosion marks on it.

"Indeed, you see, this is one of several pieces of debris that we have found in the wreckage of the regular vehicle. And this one, the debris that we have on the side of the road. As he spoke, he took out a few pieces from the pouch behind him and handed them to Curt along with the ones in his hand, "You compare." ”

Curt looked at the two fragments in his hand as he said.

The fragments found in the wreckage of the periodic vehicle were immediately recognizable as peeling off the torn armor. This special alloy is made of steel as the base material, mixed with a part of special alchemical materials, and the solid metal shines reddish in the sun.

The other pieces were the ones that Beate had held in his hand earlier, the metal was so soft that Curt could change their shape with a slight twist. The silver-white surface was scattered with a lot of blue and black stains, and suddenly there was a smell that rushed to the nose from the stains.

"What's so strange about these two?" asked Curt, puzzled, "I can see that this is a fragment of regular vehicle armor, and what is this one?"

Byatt stuck out his tongue and gave Curt an answer he didn't expect, with a mischievous expression: "Let me tell you the answer - in fact, both of these are metals used in the armor of regular vehicles. ”

He took a piece of armor from Curt's hand and threw it into a bottle of liquid, and after a while, he saw a large series of bubbles emerge from the metal fragment soaked in the liquid, and the color gradually changed from pale red to silvery-white, and a little blue-black speckled appeared on the surface.

"Look, that's it, the exterior armor is good at physical shock, but not good at corrosive effects. "When the acid erodes, the special coating covering the surface will fade and the composition of the metal inside will be dissociated." ”

And that's how it ends. ”

The shards of armor that had been fished out of the acid were even more ugly than the ones that Beate had handed over to Curt, the jet-black marks that had almost completely eroded the metal surface, and the material that had become soft could even be torn by hand. The stench is so strong that you can't help but want to cover your nose.

"In addition, we now have some metal fragments scattered around the grove where the traces of the evacuation have disappeared. A security officer echoed Bate's explanation, whispering to Sù Curt about their presence, "The erosion marks on those debris are even more exaggerated, almost like they have been fished out of acid." ”

The information he received surprised Curt a little.

He was under the impression that yesterday's monster's attack did not have the ability to corrode. When it appeared, it constantly hammered the defensive armor of the regular vehicle with its forearm, and when it tore through the armor, it did so only by brute force. From the time it appeared until it withdrew, there was no attack using acid.

Now that Béat's message to him made him wonder if he should revisit the monster's actions.

"Mr. Leinster, Inspector Beate, it's great that you're together. As the group discussed the issue of the metal fragments, a security officer brought a summons order from Grosted, "Second Officer Grostide told you to assemble at the place where the traces of the evacuation had disappeared. ”

He stood there panting, wiping the sweat from his head with his hands, and looked like he had arrived in a hurry from Grostede. Perhaps it was something new from Grostide that brought them together, and at the thought of this, the living room and Beate had no choice but to put down their work and go to the designated place.

The small bushes that grew haphazardly were pierced by a scratch, and there were signs of destruction everywhere they passed. By the time they arrived, many people in different uniforms had already gathered. They were employees sent by some industrial units in the city to cooperate with the garrison to conduct investigations.

It's a pity that the current atmosphere really doesn't look like a coordinated investigation, but rather a quarrel.

"Concerted action, what are you kidding!" At this moment, a high-pitched voice came from not far away, "I was notified that the garrison needs people to deal with the problem, why do you want to mix with these fools who can only think with muscles, and do what kind of shoddy work?"

The voice is quite distinctive, with a hint of ear-aching sharpness in the high, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is a man or a woman. Hearing the sound is like seeing people, the moment he heard this voice, Beate immediately gritted his teeth and held his forehead, and even Curt's expression, which was always smiling, froze in an instant.

It was a young man dressed a little fancily, and he was loudly venting his displeasure. He is tall, but his shoulders are not broad, and his words and deeds give a neutral impression. The shaved marks on the chin are very clear, and the plaid square scarf on the head is unusually conspicuous.

The two had thought that Grostide's investigation had progressed before letting them come, but the situation was unexpected.

"Oh my God, that guy is here ...... if you don't die."

Beate froze on the spot, his expression not very happy.

"Damn, why is it him again? Aren't there any people in the agencies that can be used...... and Curt looked at the center of the noise with a stiff expression, shaking his head and sighing, "Or did they know this guy was annoying and deliberately threw him over to disgust us?"

It wasn't surprising that they had this reaction, and this strange sorcerer was kind of someone they knew - it just wasn't that good that the relationship was. In the past, the few times we worked together ended up unhappily for various reasons, and a few times we even almost got into a fight.

There are many talented sorcerers in staffing agencies, but almost all of them have their own quirks. The subject who can make Curt and Beate's faces turn bad in an instant is also one of these quirky wizards, but his talent is enough to match his quirks.

This guy's name is Asquith, and he is the one who made the annoying shout just now. Not only his clothes, but also his words and deeds are full of unpleasant elements. Despite this, no one could doubt his abilities, and at the age of his early thirties, he went to the High Wizard's Rating, setting a new record for the Dominion.

This is where the problem is the most severe, and every time the garrison asks the talent dispatch agency to send personnel to assist in the investigation, there will be this headache for the guy. He and Banksy are rumored to be tied for the list of people they hate working with the most.

His nasty "reputation" spread not only in the garrison, but also in other related enterprises. It is also rumored that in order to complete the task, he will not hesitate to let his companions be used as pawns to die, and he will sit back and enjoy the results after watching a qiē in a safe area.

As if he was deliberately trying to confront him, the stout man on the other end of the line raised his voice and said, "Inferior work? Anyway, we have someone in the Lancers team who can replace you, and he won't be nagging like you. ”

The man was probably a few years older than Grostide, and his square face had a conspicuous scar that made his face look rather stern. He wears a brand-new demonic cloth protective vest, and the embroidery on his left chest with a circular three-pole mechanic intersecting indicates his identity: a member of the company's "Spearmen's Team".

A new light magic bullet infantry gun was carried behind him, the shiny metal tubular reflecting the rising sun, and the long-handled fighting knives at their waists looked like they were mocking the shabby tattered-looking recurve knife in Curt's hand.

"Arthur Dowyn, do you filthy rats want to cheat us out of the jobs we have dispatched?" Asquith glared at him fiercely, "I tell you, don't think about it! You are just maggots that have crept out of the mud, and you are far from being able to get away with us!"

The man known as Arthur Dowyn showed no weakness, he shook his hand violently, and immediately shouted: "If you want to prove it, talk less nonsense and work more!"

"I know what I'm going to do!"

"Ah...... The two guys are arguing again. ”

Looking at the two people facing each other, Curt felt that he had made a big mistake today. But it was impossible for him not to come—as one of the representatives of the Mercenary Administration, he was responsible for assisting Grostide's men in their investigations with the group they represented.

He suddenly had a premonition of many disasters and difficulties in the future.

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