Bolahai crouched in the corner, sighed into his palm, and then quickly rubbed his palm, waiting for his teammates with some boredom.

The late autumn night was already a little chilly, which forced him to wrap his coat tightly. After thinking about it, he stood up, ready to move his bones, which had been frozen a little.

But at this moment, a low engine sound suddenly sounded, and a pure black heavy locomotive suddenly drove out of the empty corner, and then slowly stopped in front of Bora Hai. The rider removes his helmet and hangs it on a specially designed hook on the side of the fuel tank.

A pair of magnificent purple eyes sparkled in the darkness.

It was a strange light, like a whirlpool, that those who watched it involuntarily fell into it.

"Hello, Mr. Bellahai, I'm Fran. Sorry, I'm late. ”

Fran, who had hurried over after dinner, had a slight apology in his voice, he should have arrived earlier, but because of some kind of stupid cat that had wandered back, he had to stay in the Norton Pavilion for a while, which caused him to be late this time.

"It's fine." Bora Hai showed a somewhat stiff smile, and secretly scolded Morgan in his heart, why didn't he say that his teammate was this master earlier.

"I've already seen the mission, it's mainly to raid a gathering place, right?" Fran didn't mean to greet him, and he went straight to the point.

"Yes. There were at least a dozen cultists in the gathering place, of which five were flesh and blood enhancers, and the rest were spell enhancers. ”

There is a vague demarcation between the countless planes regarding the transcendent, as long as the power is focused on the flesh and blood body, they can be called flesh and blood enhancers, and those who focus on spells and secret rituals are generally called incantation enhancers.

Of course, neither is absolute.

Among the countless planes, among the flesh and blood powerful beings, there are not a few who are good at spells, but for these cultists who are at the lowest end of the transcendent, this classification is enough.

Fran nodded, indicating that he understood.

Bora Hay dragged a heavy weapon case from a nearby parked car, and unlocked it with his fingerprints and face. The pitch-black weapons shimmered in the night. Then inserting a pistol into his waist, Borahai said with a smile, "This time we are mainly going to act as a presence, mainly to induce them to use extraordinary power to attack us, as long as they use extraordinary power, our armor will have a reason to enter." ”

Fran doesn't quite understand this tortuous way of doing things.

Bolahai sensed Fran's puzzlement and patiently explained, "If we usually use the armor directly, mainly now that the plane exchange meeting is held, it is inevitable that we need to follow the rules. ”

When Fran heard this, it was instantly clear. At this time, the Dimensional Exchange Conference is being held, and any action will be magnified, let alone violence against the transcendental. Even if it is a heresy bureau, once this kind of behavior is not handled well, it is easy to be labeled as a disrespectful person.

The mission was carried out in an abandoned warehouse in Downtown.

Originally, according to the normal process, it should have been Bora Hai to knock on the door, then investigate, and then conduct an interrogation, in the process of questioning, take out the evidence previously investigated, and then lead those cultists to attack.

Then, a squad of armored squads armed to the teeth will break down the door and kill the cultists who deserve to be killed, and put them in prison.

Well......

But Fran's arrival brought a slight change to the plan

Fran stood in front of the closed door, bent his fingers, knocked lightly, thought for a moment, and asked politely, "Hello, is anyone there?" ”

But in the silence of the night there was no echo except his voice. Bolahai hid in the corner, a little unable to understand why Fran suddenly pulled himself just now, and volunteered to step forward to be bait, knowing that if that position was not handled well, it would be life-threatening.

In the midst of this deathly silence, Bora Hai was even a little impatient to wait.

Fran continued to knock on the door, still unanswered. Fran turned to leave, and the moment he turned around, a light of filthy blood shot out without warning from an open window above the door of the warehouse!

The moment that light appeared, Bora Hai wanted to open his mouth to let Fran dodge. But the speed of the light is too fast, and it will touch Fran's body in the blink of an eye!

At this moment, Fran's face was calm and he turned sideways. That's the side, and the light can pass through Furlong's side.

Then the guns rang out in the Bora Sea!

But faster than his gunfire was the loud sound of the door being opened, and in the middle of the night, burly men rushed out of the warehouse. In an instant, he rushed to Fran's side, and the strong man in front stretched out his ape-like arms and held Fran in his arms.

Bolahai didn't care about rescuing Fran, and while his body kept retreating, the guns in his hands kept firing and shooting, trying to force back those strong men who were mostly coming at him. At this time, there was only one thought left in his mind!

That's stalling time!

Drag until the Mobile Armor enters the field!

But!

In order to avoid startling the snake, most of the armor was placed at a distance of 500 meters from the target. If this distance is on flat ground, it is only a charge distance for the mobile armor, but at this time, in the lower city where the roads and paths are intricate, the travel speed of the mobile armor will inevitably be greatly affected!

And this has a negligible impact on weekdays, and it seems to have become a lifeline tied to the necks of Bora Hai and Fran!

And the logistics headquarters, which is always babbling on weekdays, is silent at this time, as if it is about to watch the two of them die here! Bolahai scolded in his heart, damn, although that little guy is really powerful, but this time he didn't drive that armor! The driver who broke out of the armor......

Suddenly, Bora Hai felt as if there were raindrops dropping down his face. Then, a miserable scream rang out!

Suddenly, the eyes of the strong men who were rushing towards Bora Hai showed a look of horror, and Bora Hai, who was immersed in saving his life, did not notice the abnormal change just now, but they did.

That thin, thin and weak young man, facing a strong man who was several times stronger than him, unexpectedly easily opened the arms of the mortal man, which was extremely fatal to ordinary people!

Even while stretching out the arm of the strong man, he also pulled out the dagger on the strong man's waist, and after a cold light, blood gushed out!

At this time, Bolahai finally made up for the secret scolding in his heart just now......

…… What's the difference with a weak chicken

The blood that spurted out of the strong man's neck was strangely blocked by a film of light that appeared on Fran's body, and Fran, who stood solemnly in the rain of blood, was not stained with the slightest blood stain at all.

It wasn't until the strong man fell to the ground holding his throat that he couldn't figure out why a teenager who seemed to be powerless had such unreasonable brute force in his body!

It seemed that this neat knife had awakened some madness in Fran's bones, and the thin young man with purple eyes came back to his senses and smiled a somewhat stiff smile at Bora Hai.

Then he stepped on his toes, and his body went straight to those sluggish strong men! Until this time! Those stunned strong men reacted, and in a panic, they were like the companion who had gradually lost his body temperature, and he felt the brute force hidden under the young man's thin body!

It's just a moment of contact!

Scarlet blood spurted out as if he didn't want money, and this time Bora Hai was a little closer, and I don't know whose blood was sprayed. Ignoring the blood on his body, Bora Hai just hurriedly wiped the blood from his eyes so that he could see the situation in the field more clearly!

At this time, Fran was like a fluttering butterfly, and the dagger with silver light flickered in the dark night like his butterfly wings. Every flicker inevitably triggers a cry of pain. What followed was a choking smell of blood.

At this time, Bolahai was already completely shocked, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of horror, he only felt that the hand holding the gun was shaking badly, and he did not have the courage to continue shooting.

Even if you have the courage to shoot, then who should you shoot!

To those cultists?

Or is it to the spookier guy?

Just as he hesitated, Morgan's voice suddenly came to mind from behind him, "Just look at it." Then, without saying a word, he snatched the pistol from his hand, which had been stained with blood at some point, and was slippery and could not be held!

Bora Hai smiled bitterly and turned his head, looking at Morgan, who also had a somewhat grim face, and didn't say anything, just sat on the ground, cold sweat mixed with blood slowly dripping.

The strong men who rushed out at this time, between Fran's dexterous attacks, fell to the ground one after another, and they had completely lost the ability to act, as for how many they could live, I don't know.

Seeing Morgan's figure, Fran stopped thinking of rushing directly into the warehouse with a dagger. He walked up to Morgan and smiled stiffly, seemingly embarrassed.

Didn't speak.

Morgan stared at Fran silently, didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he slowly spoke, "Moxiso said that you are on a mission for the first time, let me keep an eye on it." I thought the guy was scared that something would go wrong with his test driver......"

Morgan didn't say anything more. After all, the guys who were lying on the ground and letting the blood gurgle out had already told Morgan with their lives that he was wrong.